Novel & Cerita Bates Motel Zack Shelby

Before Bates could fixate on his obsession with Damien and Micah any longer, I kicked him under the table. Bates clenched his jaw but didn’t make a sound. “Your next payment is due in a month. Hope you deliver on time.” I finished my drink before I rose to my feet. “Until next time.” “You aren’t gonna buy a bitch for the road?” he asked, not rising to his feet. Bates stood up and pulled out a business card with his phone number written on it. “Let the bartender know I’m looking for a good lay if she is.” “And I’ll pass,” I said. “I don’t pay millions for pussy.”

Patty just rolled her eyes and Sheena jumped up to the chair and shove the plate that covers the bowl with her tiny nose. I laughed at how Sheena licked the soup. Lucky dog. After eating and washing the dishes, I took a quick shower and went to bed after. Zack's POV "I will, Mom. Goodbye." I hung up the phone after saying goodbye to Mom. My spun towards the door as Zeke went inside and took off his white jacket. I took a deep breath as I moved to my bed. "Zack." He called me. I didn't stop nor turn my head and answer him. I just slam the door and lay on my bed. I am not mad at him, I was just disappointed. I am not disappointed in him, but in myself.

He came down from his car to check what was going on when he saw the plate number of the smashed red Bentley still at the scene. "042 DW" Zodack whispers as it's his boss's car plate number. immediately, he hopped back into his car and reversed before he drove away, Zodack kept praying as it would be drastic for them if their boss died, who would want to kill their boss? How did it even happen as they always watch his back? When did they become this relaxed and put their boss in danger? Damien is the kind of boss he will always want to work with as he takes care of his employees well. zodiac carried his phone and called Aaron.

Xavier said, getting up and heading to the bedroom. Dressed in a black hoodie and dark shade sunglasses, Zack was driving through Celine's neighborhood with a rusty Toyota Corolla NC. He knew her address off hand and he was driving through to see if he would run into her, he didn't. He couldn't dare to approach her gate because true to his words, Xavier had made sure that the place was heavily guarded and not just anyone was being let into the house.

The doctor looked confused and turned towards Vinayak. "Mr. Malhotra the post mortem report has also come. It looked like an accident only. If you still want....." The doctor couldn't finish when Vinayak shouted over everyone. "I know it's a murder. Mr. Madhban had done that. They always wanted him to be dead."

Burnt bridges, unpaid debts, ruined lives. I followed his scent—desperation, sweat, and shame—to a dingy motel off the highway. Room 206. I didn’t bother to knock. The door splintered under my hand as I shoved it open with all of my Alpha King strength. Zach stumbled up from a stained couch, wild-eyed, already looking guilty. “A-Alpha King Kingston—” “Sit back down,” I snarled. He sat. I stepped inside and shut the broken door behind me. The room reeked of whiskey and dirty laundry.

It burned a path down his esophagus, a searing line of fire that made his stomach cramp into a hard knot. Logan let go, watching with a twisted sort of pride as Zack slumped, retching. "Don't die yet," Logan whispered, his hand trailing down Zack’s arm in a way that made the skin crawl. "We have guests coming to the city. Ethan Cole is looking for a new toy. Maybe I’ll sell you to him." The door slammed shut. Darkness returned, heavier than before. Zack woke to the sound of the lock turning again. But it wasn't the heavy tread of Logan. These footsteps were light, hurried.

But then the training and muscle memory took control. As Shelby stood there watching the puddle of blood grow just outside the warehouse, that was now on fire thanks to the same asshole bleeding everywhere, Zack grabbed the first aid kit out of his work vehicle. Ghost and Joker were going crazy in the kennel at the back of the property, but he left them there. Sitting on the couch next to her in the pristine office with calming blue walls and serene landscape pictures, Zack took her hand in his. “You’ll be okay.” He whispered. He had said the same words to Henry Fargo as he lay dying in the parking lot. Both men knew it was a lie. But it offered comfort to them both.

Shelby was previously involved with a case about Zara's dad, so they had crossed paths before. Zara threw on a bathrobe in a rush and stumbled out of bed. Her legs were so wobbly she ended up kneeling on the carpet. She reached for her phone and said, "Hi..." Her voice sounded strange. She cleared her throat and tried to sound calm. "Ms. Lambert, what's wrong?" Shelby got straight to the point. "Zara, something's happened to your dad." Zara's heart dropped. Shelby said more, but Zara's voice was scratchy as she replied, "I'm in Aquaville right now. I'll come back as soon as I can." She hung up and scrambled to her feet, rushing to leave.

"Trey? Is that you?" Now who the hell did he have to confront? He turned on his stool, ready to give someone the polite brushoff only to be greeted by a familiar face. "Zack? Zack Elliott? What the hell are you doing up here?" He reached out and shook the hand of the man standing beside his bar stool. Several of the firm's clients used Elliott Air Service to pick them up and ferry them to winter homes in the South or to the high-end resorts they frequented. He knew Zack had moved his base of operation from Atlanta to Page Field in Fort Myers, Florida when he had married his college sweetheart, twenty-five years after they broke up.