Bad Cop In Lego Movie Novels & Stories

-Colton, let him go," I tried to pull him away, but he wouldn't let go. -Why don't you... tell... Monique... the truth? Monique? -I heard him ask between gasps. I grabbed Colton's arm and wanted to pull it away. I was going to kill him if he kept it up. -Colton, damn it, let go! -I exclaimed starting to get angry already. Colton gave him one last squeeze and then threw him to the floor. -What are we going to do now? -Trent questioned, taking the bullets out of the gun. -Put this asshole in jail," said Colton. -I have a better idea," a voice from the entrance made us turn our attention there. La Cobra was coming with his people. What were they doing here? -Cobra, what are you doing here? -ask

Access link below — expires in 24 hours. --- My hands trembled as I clicked the secure link. A loading circle spun on the screen, and when the video finally opened… My jaw dropped. The footage wasn’t blurred. It wasn’t corrupted. It wasn’t incomplete. It showed everything. There were multiple armed crews, dressed differently, clashing violently. There was gunfire, screams, blood. Men attacking each other—not security guards, but robbers against robbers. A war. A brutal one. And there—caught between them—was Alexander.

One of the guys grabbed me by my waist and walked with me on his shoulder toward the black van that was down the road. I screamed, scratched his face and hit him but he didn’t react, he kept walking toward the black van. The front door opened, and Smash got out of the black van. He wore his daily theme—A white T-shirt, white pants, and red sneakers. He slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I got a little dizzy from the slap. “How dare you?”. He was furious. He looked like he was ready to kill me. He looked at me like I was his worst enemy. I was in deep shit.

She glanced at Niko and Viktor first before stepping down from the wagon. "Welcome back" Leni said sweetly to them. A tall and fat man with huge muscles came to Leni. He has a rough and wrinkled face, an overgrown nose, and a fully disturbing lips, he's ugly over all. The most unusual on him was his biceps that are so big, he looked like he can rip a body to half with his bare hands. Mira swallowed. "Bring the prisoners to me Roque" Leni said and vanished into the crowd of Badbloods.

she said and put her right foot out of the car when he held her arm. “No, you are not going” there was something in his voice that made her stop. She looked inside his green eyes and softly freed her arm from his grip. “I am a trained warrior of Floroscura Pack, Daughter of chief Warrior of the pack, I can handle it, Caleb,” she said strongly. “I am not leaving you,” he said while looking inside her stubbornly. They exchanged looks for a while and got out of the car, locking it. They went ahead. Two rogues were walking towards them, a tall man who had dark hair and black eyes and a medium-height blond man. They ran towards them to fight when a tall man said

Then he got in the truck and drove off, leaving Duke standing alone in the parking lot. "That's the night Connor took the money from their dad's safe," Garrett said. "Left Duke to face the consequences alone." "Forward to the night of the death," Axel said. Sierra switched files. Different footage, different angle. This time, a neighbor's security camera aimed at the Reynolds' property. The time stamp showed 11:47 PM. Connor's truck pulled up. He got out, clearly drunk or high, staggering toward the house. Shouting, though no audio was available. Then Robert appeared, equally drunk, wielding a baseball bat.

He gripped his wine glass like a lifeline. “Dad, these are the casello's brothers — Lorenzo and Alexei,” She said. “Enzo and Lex, this is my dad — Aron.” “Mr. Rumero is fine,” her dad said with a shortness that made Lilith peer at him. “I’ve always liked Mr. Rumero” Lora said, smiling as she attempted to diffuse whatever tension had built upon the arrival of both father and daughter. “I think it sounds like a superhero. But what would your superpower be, Mr. Rumero?”

Laura "Can you please turn the music off? It's so annoying." I blurted out, sneaking a glance at the driver. Grandfather's father driver was just like him, depressing as hell. He had been driving the car so fast even after telling him to slow down. Above that, he played some bedtime 1980s music like I want to know what love is, I'm on fire, put some sugar on me and now the careless whisper. Like what the heck? Where was his mannerism?

In fact, he looks like a tsonggo (baboon) because he always frowns. “Pfft...” I stopped myself from laughing because of what I thought. Tsonggo (Baboon). “Are you laughing?” his irritated question surprised me. Wow what a miracle. He spoke. I looked back at him as I raised an eyebrow. “Why am I not allowed to?” I challenged him. He clicked his teeth first before, “Miss, do you even know who you're talking to?” he asked back My looks back at him became serious. “Xania, not miss,” I replied to his surprise. “And yes I know you. You're Vince, their Badboy Prince here. What, should I be scared?”

Most of our pack has shifted and stand on high alert growling and snarling at the 20 rogues, but the one in the middle, the one holding my pup, I know is my beloved grandfather, Vincent DeLuca. Ceasar continued to growl as he slowly stalked forward. The scarecrow held Abi's back to his chest with one arm and a knife to her throat with the other as he stood surrounded by now rogue wolves. I was beside Gabe and whispered, "can you get a clean shot at his head?"