Rejected Billionaire

o the man, “My

r. Parker Townson. I dont want to cause trouble for you two. If there is just a leftover pizza I

rious about that, I do have some pan

es of c

u good to wat

Conor lead Parker to th

you wash up, I'll get you a slice. Then I'll show you the pans. I think we have a pizz

rker went to hug Conor but Conor s

uckled and saw Parker crack a grin as well. C

all, Conor, but

d away, there are no customers, and it’s a weeknight. Besides, we could use the help with the dishes. That lady earlier never took those two piz

ed pans and pizza racks for an hour. When they finished, Conor put a fresh piz

ch it means for people to give me a chanc

for the night, but care to tell us y

for a time. Then was a foreman in the mines for the Bened

eal with the courts. Once they got the contract for prison labor, they didn’t want to keep us around. Even foremen like myself got canned in favor of g

g as several rough-looking older teens walked in. Cara tried t

hen, woman!” slurred one brawl

fighter, but he hoped his heigh

ns are already cool. Try again tomorrow!” Con

was just shy of Conor’s 6’3”. However, his broad shoul

gged Conor hard in the stomach, knocki

h. Nearly collapsing on the ground, his

ded her. Cara let out a whimper and she held her chee

you should b

voice from the side. Pa

u going to d

unch, and an instant later, the t

e Taylor

t! We are fucked!” The teen panicked and darted f

unk as he struggled with the door, he finall

one named Taylor back to his f

Not with a dragoon, just let us go!” o

t to pull that crap, try your luck down at the docks. I am sure you will find you a

her said as he tugged the door open

to suck in a breath. “lock… door!” he wheezed. Cara’s eye

What did they ex

gh breath to drop into

her eyes as she patted her slightly

t wi

d as if in shock. “I… I’m sorry I didn’t act sooner. It's b

ake that till to the bank tomorrow, cause I am sure there are seve

if the jocks had been intent on something more than just picking on

a lot worse if not for you.” Conor and C

ey say you’re a

ra and Conor. “Sorry, I need to go. Thank you for the pizza.” He grabbed the b

without realizing what she was do

seemed shaken,” Cara said qu

muttered and, after shaking his head, turned his attention

said … the boy called Par

Dragoon?” Conor frowned. “You know I feel l

ing the Surret war. In his journal, the Dragoons aren’t just Kingdom elite soldiers. They’re soldie

more about him.” Conor said, following C

out of here. Maybe we ca

tumbled his way home. Honestly, that punc

to the top floor of the apartment c

been in bed for s

he has forgotten wh

lay back onto his pillow, glancing at the bedside clock showing three