Alex Fierro Magnus Chase Mga Nobela at Kwento

She looked me directly in the eye and her voice turned hard, “Oh, right. I forgot. You're Adrian Chase–there isn't anything soft about you. I'm sure you've been out all day terrorizing innocent witnesses and beating information out of ignorant thugs, right?” "I don't know why you're making that sound like something you don't agree with, Amelia. You know how I operate, and you've been only too eager to get my dick in your mouth. You're not as snow white as you think you are," I growled, "And, as a matter of fact, my way of doing things has secured a very promising lead."

He was leaning on his car while staring right back at me. When I confirmed that he was indeed talking about me, a shiver ran down my spine. A smirk crept into his lips which made my throat feel dry. He still hadn't move away from his car nor flinched at all. Who the hell is that man? "Hey Nazi, are you okay? We've been teasing you and Effryn yet you're just there spacing out." Effryn pulled her out of her own thoughts as a flash of a camera suddenly catches my attention.

I ran through the door. “Don’t let her escape.” I heard his voice that was filled with rage, he charged towards me. I sprinted through the hallway, it’s suffocating like the hallway in Jamie’s pack when I found out that Brake is fucking Ashley. My heart palpitations increase as I heard the heavy footsteps charging behind me, “you damn female, stop running,” he growled behind me, I could feel his fury raging in the hallway.

|| CHAPTER THEME SONG: Devilish By Chase Atlantic || [[ IRIS'S POV ]] Terror flashed from their eyes as they looked up at me manically as if I was a asylum sneaking out patient. They exchanged dumb glance between them before swallowing hard. I enjoyed the thrill, excitement of twisting this revolver between my fingers. Tearing my eyes away from them, I took a note of that woman who was curled on the floor. Her state was looking nothing but a street beggar as the fear was plastered evidently on her face.

I'll just go change, I'm sure the guys must be ready to set out by now. I watched her hurry towards the door, but then she paused and turned around. "Thanks for the shirt, I'll be sure to get it back to you in one piece." "Yeah, no problem." The hour long trip to Skye Manor passed in relative silence, the only conversation in the car was between Aiden and Vincent and mostly revolved around business, Elisa was uncharacteristically silent, staring out the window with a faraway expression.

“Tag! If you catch me, I’ll admit you’re the best chess player in the whole Philippines.” He took off running toward the mansion, his laughter echoing through the garden. Tera chased after him, her dress billowing around her legs as she raced across the lawn, through the open French doors, and into the grand foyer. Magnus sprinted up the marble stairs, his feet light on the runner rug that ran down the center. Tera was right behind him, her lungs burning, when he stepped on the edge of the rug and his foot slipped. Time slowed.

CHAPTER SIX **ALEXANDER** The FBI set up in Sterling Hotels' conference room within two hours. Agent Sarah Chen no relation to Sophia's family, she'd clarified immediately had a team tracing the car service that picked up my father. "The vehicle was registered to a legitimate company," she said, pulling up traffic camera footage. "But the driver used a fake license. We tracked them to a warehouse in Newark, then lost visual." "How long ago?" I asked. "Ninety minutes."

I wanted the way he felt — like power and fire and something wild and unbroken and so fierce that if I let it, it could swallow me whole. And that terrified me. Because I knew—deep down, in the marrow of my bones—if I allowed myself to want him, if I permitted myself to fall… There would be no going back. Trapped in the Storm The afternoon went in silence, tense. I steered clear of Xander; he appeared bent on giving me space. But I couldn’t feel him, even though we weren’t close to each other. It was maddening.

I managed to smile, not wanting to come off as rude, even though her greeting had been somewhat sarcastic. “You must be Clarissa?” the older woman inquired, her voice exuding authority. I realized she was the matriarch of the Mexican mafia, ruling without a male counterpart. She was highly feared in the mafia world and had played a significant role in helping Dominic reclaim the Italian mafia. I smiled at her, maintaining a calm demeanor despite the unease that coursed through me. “Yes, I’m Clarissa,” I responded, my voice unwavering. I noticed a fleeting emotion in her eyes—something I couldn't quite identify. It appeared and vanished before I could fully comprehend it.

I just kept praying that she would turn around, and tell me this was all a prank. The moment she opened the door, I called her name. She spun around, kind of hesitated before looking at me. I swallowed the morsel in my throat, and kept my hands into my pocket. "I affirm that this journey has ended, so yes, the Chase is over." She nodded, and said nothing. She just turned around, and left.