Aiden Pearce In Watch Dogs 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His fathers voice came from the other side. “Oh, shit, it's Father," he whispered, quickly straightened up. "Father... I... I thought it was Max," Hestumbled over my words, and his father chuckled. "Anyway, we've located Aiden. Send Max and a few men to retrieve him." "Yes, Father," He replied before hanging up and immediately dialling Max's number. Aiden belongs to the werewolf pack. He serves as Liam's beta and was the one responsible for stealing their drugs.

Tia nodded. “May I know why you are looking for her. We do not just give away information concerning any of our staff without necessity.” “Yes, of course.” Tia replied and pulled out her detective shield badge, holding it up against the receptionist’s face. “Tia Sparrow, NYPD detective.” The receptionist mouthed an “ohh” and briefly glanced over at Aiden, who stood watchfully behind Tia, both hands on his hips, looking around the place like he was looking for someone.

Not human. “Please,” Kai whispered. “For me.” Something in his voice cut through the rage. Damon held the grip—for a few seconds longer. Then he let go. Aiden fell to the floor—gasping. Choking. “It’s over,” Damon said. “Security is calling the police. You’re going back to prison.” Aiden laughed weakly. “You think this ends with me?” “What?” “I’m not the only one watching him.” Aiden’s smile was bloody. Broken. “There are others. Always others.”

I wasn’t able to look at it since Mum’s death, putting it away for another day…for when I needed it…that day is now. “Fine, but I’m coming inside with you.” “I’d expect nothing less.” We both exit the vehicle, Pierce moving at a faster pace than me to get to my side. He touches me instantly, as I feel his wolf on edge…he didn’t want me going inside at all. Even with him by my side. But the place was swarming with surveillance, with warriors on stand by…even Beta Dane was sitting on a bench disguised as am office worker on a lunch break, a takeway coffee cup in one hand, an unbitten sandwich in the other.

Despite lacking direct evidence, Darcy believed Aiden was the mastermind pulling strings behind the scenes, from Mika’s death to Kaze being arrested. Aiden came to the police station with a casual look, concealing his intention from Darcy and Snow. Cyan was surprised by his arrival. She tugged her mother’s arm excitedly before she went up to greet him.

The person was surprised to see Adrian remained calm and seated. It seemed to him that Adrian was not afraid of him, and this intrigued him. With a faint smile, he asked, "I'm Zephyr Stormwatcher. I didn't expect you to be so calm. Aren't you afraid of me?" Adrian laughed and said nonchalantly, "Afraid? What’s there to be afraid of? Are you going to eat me alive or kill me?" The person continued, "There were members of Stormwatchers among the ten people you killed earlier. Now that I've found you, you should be afraid of me."

Before the shock from Arianna’s call could fully settle in, Aiden shifted into saviour mode with a level of sharpness that would intimidate most grown men. His heart was still reacting to her unexpected voice—soft, breathy, almost trembling—yet his mind had already begun working, dissecting her words with tactical precision. He didn’t waste a second. His hand shot forward, grabbing his phone, and he dialed his most discreet associate without hesitation. He intended to request a handful of his disguise specialists—men who could slip through homes and estates without leaving shadows behind. They would quietly move into the Young residence, inspect the environment, ensure her safety, and then r

"Long enough for the right people to get there. The police are already moving. I also forwarded the footage from the building where Tyler was held. Between that, the device, and the financial trail from Harold, they’ve got more than enough for an arrest that will stick." I exhaled slowly, the knot in my chest loosening by a fraction. "Send me the airport footage." "Already sent." I opened the file. The private security feed was crisp, time-stamped only minutes earlier. Aiden stood at the boarding gate in a dark coat, carry-on at his feet, phone pressed to his ear. He looked utterly composed—like a man who believed he had slipped the noose of every consequence he’d engineered. For a moment, w