Brave Police Decker Novels & Stories

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

"Do as I say. Get back to Seamar City. No fighting." The police chief stepped up, all fake smiles. "Mrs. Houston, let's not make this hard. Come along." "You're after me. No issue with my crew leaving, right?" "None at all. But you're staying, or we'll get rough." His two-faced act was obvious. Back when Drake ran Orkgate, this guy wouldn't dare to breathe out loud. Now, with the tide turned, he'd jumped ship to the Illuminati. "Fine, I'll go," Debra said, raising her hands. "Need cuffs?"

I took a deep breath, tightened my grip on the strap of the bag and looked at him again. Damn! I didn't know a policeman could be this handsome and hot! "What's with all of these, Rage?" I asked, almost a whisper. He cocked his head and pursed his thin lips. Formally stand up and sneeze as if trying to get serious. My forehead furrowed, unable to read what he was thinking. "I'm Police Officer Rage De Luca from CIDG, Miss Mongreco," he said firmly with a ghost of smile on his lips. I shook and bit my lower lip, preventing me from smiling. Because of what he said the screaming around got louder.

Not until the office door slammed open. The sound was sharp enough to make Eli flinch. “What in the moon’s name—” I began, turning. A large man stood in the doorway, breathless, round face flushed beneath a tall chef’s hat. His apron was stained with flour and something red. Rat. The pack’s chef. I pulled back from Eli and stood. “What is the meaning of this, Rat?” “I’m sorry for interrupting, Alpha,” Rat said hurriedly. “But I had to report a case of theft personally.”

"Don't you have to work?" "My shift is over; I’m off duty now," the officer smiled, a bit bashfully. "Come on, I can drive you back. It’s much safer than taking a taxi. My name is Derek, badge number 03695715. If I try anything, you can report me to the station." Earlier, Miranda hadn’t paid much attention, but now, up close, she realized that Derek was probably in his early thirties. Foreigners often looked older, so his actual age was likely under thirty.

Whoever ratted her out, Kitty knew her skin was about to be fried. "She is a kitty, a small innocent little kitten," Leah thought. Leah turned to see Kitty shaking from her fingertips to her knees. She reached and held her palm, stroking it, hoping to lessen her worry. Kitty looked at her, and she could see Leah wink through her glasses. "Good afternoon, ladies," the policeman said, pulling out to show his badge, under it read Edward Miller, Officer. "Why hello, officer, how may we be of assistance" Leah cheered; Kitty was tongue-tied; she struggled to say anything, so she just smiled.

The policeman speaking was one of the leaders of the patrolling team, a young man named Zeke Palmer. He joined the forces soon after graduating from his training and was known for being a righteous man. He stared at Rebecca with such a sharp look that she froze in shock, but she was only taken aback for a brief moment.

That we weren’t all arrested and rotting in prison was a fucking miracle. Actually, it was because we had bribed the police big time. But still, the whole fucking thing was madness. And as I knocked back my second whisky, my phone began to vibrate. I grabbed it, assuming it was Phoenix. “Yeah?” I said, walking away from Veronica. “Hi there, Jaguar.” I stopped in my tracks. “Jetter?” “The one and only. How’s our girl?” “You’re lucky to be alive, you motherfucker,” I growled.

Bertha curled her lips, motionless, not struggling, nor objecting. Seeing several policemen about to drag Bertha away, Derek stood up to stop him. In his deep black eyes was cold brutality, murderous aura radiating from his body that made people afraid. like a sign of an impending storm. “You dare touch her?” Hearing that, Bertha silently raised her eyebrows. Oh, him being like this means he can't stand it anymore, has he finally put on the mantle of brutality? Allen's face was very ugly, and Derek's words were despised by people.

As I observed things still in my disguise, my hate for this village grew by the second but I was not here to fight now. Just then I sensed Derrick was close by, I walked fast to hide by the stall of jewelry seller who sits by the market place. I was not fast enough because as I passed, we kind of locked gaze but I wasn’t sure he could recognize me under my disguise. DERRICK’S POV As I made my way through the market place that evening, I had Max who is my very good friend with me. He has been assisting me with preparations for my wedding with Becky who is the daughter of a Beta. I just happen to like her but not as much as getting married to her, but Max convinced me to get married to her, he