Romans & histoires Black Detective Dexter

Paul shook the papers in his hand angrily whilst Dexter looked calm and very collected. “Please, let’s keep it down. I’m not a fan of theatrics and noise. And I’m the one asking the questions, got that?” He now had a grim look on his face, looking the least bit concerned about Paul’s anger. “But, before we get to that part, I’ll oblige you by answering a few of your questions.” He pointed to the papers he had in hand. “That or should I say those are the records of all the dodgy things that you have done for money. What the fuck is this supposed to be?” Dexter smiled darkly. “This could be your redemption or the death of you. It’s all up to you. As for you who I am, allow me to reintroduce my

His gorgeous black head was now bloodied, his tongue dangling from his open mouth. The crowd gasped in shock. Max gripped my hand. I saw Mr. Chadwick’s fists fold in rage. The Vandals nearby circled around him, almost protectively. Ryders circled Aston. In the room, testosterone brimmed. Tattooed bikers facing each other off. “Oh, I’m sorry, I heard you like to hunt and display your kills so I thought I could bring you a fresh head,” Dexter said. His eyes were wild and psychopathic.

I turned around, just in time to see Dexter standing at the entrance by the cracked door. His scent filled the air, almost choking me. Dexter took long strides into the room, dressed in black trousers and a robe that barely covered his large muscular chest. "It's fine," I managed to say, swallowing hard. "Thank you very much." Dexter closed the gap between us, grabbing me by the waist and making me go flush against him. His earthy and musky scent was a maddening blend with the smell of aftershave he carried with him. "I hate it," Dexter muttered under his breath, while I tried to put some space between us by taking a few steps back.

Jayden notices how nervous I am and chuckles, “Don't worry. You won't have to talk to him, Keira. You’ve got us.” I stay silent. The image of his dark eyes is still in my mind. He looks elegant, quiet and mysterious. “What's his name?” I ask. “No one knows his name,” answers Jayden. “He is only known as the Black Tiger.” My first day at the agency was better than I expected. Jayden and Vicky didn’t leave me for a second because apparently it was difficult for newbies to adapt to this new life, especially after committing a murder. They know that I think about Jacob and Julia all the time when I get the chance to be alone. So, they are making sure to always talk to me and make me forget about

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

Jason walked up to Williams and said “ Williams, we’ve caught the Don of the Black scorpion mafia group“ “Finally! I was already getting bored after finishing with these ants “ Williams looked at the dead bodies with disgust “fvcking wasted my time. Bring him over” Two hefty men came dragging a man in his late 30’s behind them. “Let me goo.... Ahhhhhh!!!!....please let me go” the man wailed and screamed He had heard of the head of the underworld infamous and strange hobby. It was rumoured that he loved dissecting his victims while they were still alive.

I made an appointment with the private detective we're moving on with our plan, though I am still having doubts about what to do about her, I can't let the second side of me take over. I walked to the five-star restaurant and he was already a sitter, dressed in a black tuxedo. He looked more handsome. "You're welcome, you must be missing Annabelle,'' he asked and I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, I am Annabelle and you must know the reason why I am here today, right? Of course, you are hiring me as your private detective. I might be cool with my face but trust me I am a rogue, he whispered." "I'm quite surprised, how on earth will a detective go to prison like four times I whispered and he scof

FROM her hiding place, Sasha watched Dexter enter the gate of his house. She just made sure the area was free of enemies before deciding to go back to where she lived. Dexter turned around when he felt that no one was watching his back anymore. Even though he couldn't see anyone, he had a strong feeling that someone was watching him from afar. He just didn't want to alert that person. Dexter calls his detective friend to investigate what's going on. "I'm going there now, I'll accompany you first because it looks like Jenny isn't the only target of those following you earlier." Micko answered Dexter.

I removed the spoon from my grip, and it clattered loudly onto the plate. Dexter's head snapped up. He had sharp eyes and locked onto mine. He sat sprawled in his chair, like a king who surveyed his court lazily holding one hand with a crystal glass of whiskey and the other one in his lap. His stare was not lazy at all. It was too dark and calculating, and far too perceptive. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

After all, Dexter was the one who worked with underworld organizations abroad to frame and kill his own brother and sister-in-law. If it weren't for Sean's revenge plan, Brian would have never attended Dexter's birthday banquet, regardless of his status in the social circle. Dexter was clinking glasses and chatting with the guests when his assistant approached and whispered to him. Dexter's expression turned dull. "Don't let them in." But as he spoke, the Kingston family's bodyguard pushed open the metal door. The crowd exclaimed in confusion. A slender man in a black suit entered the hall with bodyguards swarming by his side, catching the crowd's attention.