Billy Bennett Deadly Class Novels & Stories

She handed the folder back to Sullivan. "It's even more shameful that the lead on the case hasn't even shown up. And what else would be said about the case when they found out that the night before Mr. Bloodstones' arrest, Detective Reyna Killian was bedding the man in question." Sullivan's eye widened slightly before she collected herself, and an ache shot through me as I glared at Imelda.

‘His head on a spike outside Parliament, along with all those other traitors, Miller, Souberry, Grieve, Corbyn, we’ll have them by Christ we’ll have them! ‘Yeah.’ Billy’s mind zoned out of the tirade and instead indulged its own sordid and sadistic fantasies of revenge. He pictured Baden as he had last seen him, only this time it was Billy doing the stuffing of things up Baden’s arse, principally his own member, followed by anything large, sharp, and likely to cause internal damage. ‘Fuck him to death!’ Billy spurted out, interrupting Bumford’s less than stirring stream of oration. ‘What?’ he said. ‘Nothing,’ said Billy. ‘Now look, Billy, I want you to go and case the bastard’s joint…’

“Langston lives in the city—14th Avenue, Penthouse 7! Gregory—he’s at a private estate on Willow Drive. Marcus—he keeps a low profile, but he’s usually at the old harbor warehouse, Pier 16. That’s all of them—I swear!” Dare held his gaze, scanning his face for any trace of a lie. Fear poured off Mr. Bennett in waves, his breathing erratic, tears streaking his bloodied face. He was broken—there was no fight left in him. Good. Without another word, Dare pulled out his phone and sent the names and locations to Theo. His message was brief—efficient. “Three targets. Clean job. No survivors.” The response came almost immediately: “On it.” Dare stood, towering over Mr. Bennett’s trembling form. “Yo

Bennet. He is not by himself. The sight of the wolves on either side of him, their eyes gleaming in the dark, makes my stomach sink. These aren't your normal wolves. These are Bennet's devoted, vicious, and murderous personal guards. As I become aware that we are surrounded, I feel the blood drain from my face. Callum goes ahead of me with a stiff, protective posture. He growls, his voice overflowing with wrath, "Bennet." "Why in the world are you here?"

Someone who had lived in the dark. The Ghost. The suspicion didn't just whisper in my mind anymore; it roared. The pieces of the puzzle were aligning with a devastating, beautiful clarity. The sudden, untraceable hacks on my corporate servers. The way the legendary assassin Vesper always seemed to be one step ahead of the Vance syndicate. The fact that Aria had survived a high-stakes escape from a heavily armed masquerade with nothing but a scratch. And now, this bunker. I looked around the dark, concrete room as she worked. This wasn't a standard safehouse. There was an encrypted satellite terminal humming in the rack against the wall. A rack of black tactical gear, partially covered by a t

"You haven't won Lola, you have come to your grave yard, and when others are left alone, we will come only after you, be prepared for our coming.." ---

6 grams of fentanyl, 15 MDMA tablets, and drug paraphernalia. Both men were taken into custody and taken to jail. All the officers were glad this bust went well so much drugs have been removed from the street but still he needs to capture the head of the organised syndicate. It's been a long day but a worthy day. When Max gets home, he heads for a shower but not before grabbing a cold beer which he deserves. Once his finished he messages Jenna and tells her he will pick her up for dinner at eight, to celebrate, set his alarm for seven and tries to have a sleep.

I struggled, refusing to cooperate, but Marcus grabbed my hand and held it up for everyone to see. “Jenn, check out her nails! She’s got gold and diamonds on them.” “Custom nails from Moonlight cost eight grand a set, and I’ve never even gotten that done. But look at her, living the life! That old man sure didn’t hold back when it came to her. Guys, the diamonds and gold on her nails are your bonus. See if you can pull them off.” I stared in horror as the men approached me like a pack of wolves, their eyes gleaming with greed. In a moment of desperation, I shoved Jenny to the side and tried to run.

Ugly swagger. Billy. I saw red. Connor leaned in. “That him?” “The same bastard who tried to corner Venus at her old place,” I growled. Colton’s hand hovered over his gun. “Let’s bury him.” “No,” I snapped. “We take him alive.” Billy grabbed the bag, scanned the shadows, turned to leave That’s when our vans closed in. My team swarmed him. Guns raised. Commands shouted. He ran. Of course he did. Connor tackled him like a freight train. Fist to ribs. Knee to spine. Billy hit the dirt, howling.

"I have the DNA of the Old Alpha. I am the true heir." Bennett staggered, recalling Hudson’s warnings. "Even if you are a Montgomery," he spat, "you are a low-born cur!" Slap! Delaney Cross stepped forward, her movement a blur. She struck Bennett across the face, then sent him to the floor with a kick to the ribs. "Stan Montgomery outclasses you in every way, you pathetic pup," she growled. "Stop, Delaney," Stan snapped. She halted instantly. Stan looked down at his brother. "The hunt has changed, Bennett. And you are the prey."