Brett Willis Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

George hits the wall, and Betty runs her hand on his back, yes they have to return home because no one wants to leave, Flora wouldn't leave without her girls, the girls wouldn't leave without their men, and Betty is not going to stay away from George not now not in future. "Dammit!" Brett hit the wall. "You all are fools, I didn't expect them to be together, how could he run away with my love, I need to right my wrong, I need Gregory and Whitney around me, I don't want to lose my Whitney to him never." Brett is a devil, he gets away with things he does, in a second, he messages the prison acting like some culprit of Casper, that he is sorry but Casper is the main mastermind that is why he fr

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

the journalist’s voice echoed through the high-ceilinged closet, dripping with professional disdain. "What was initially broadcast to the nation as a case of high-society cruelty by Chelley Moretti has now been exposed as a calculated, malicious character assassination." The screen split, flashing the words EXCLUSIVELY RECOVERED FOOTAGE across the bottom in bold crimson letters. The raw, unedited security tape from the supermarket began to roll. The timestamp showed the exact hour of that fateful morning. The camera didn’t show me. It showed Cierra Kensington, stepping out of her vehicle, her face twisted in its usual mask of shallow arrogance.

“We will tell them and then interrogate Taylor to know more information and that we can feed slowly to the public. We can make them uncomfortable and that would be a welcome change.” Carson agreed but Cole was silent. He was lost in a conversation that was happening inside his head. ‘Can you come home Cole, it is important that you do come home now, please don’t waste any time and you need to promise me that you will keep your senses around you.’ Brett asked. ‘Why Brett, what is going on?’ Cole asked worried. The fact that he didn’t answer Carson and Vince and he was silent make Carson and Vince to pay attention to him. They knew that he was listening to something which his pack mate was tel

this last part was whispered into my ear. Over her shoulder, I could see the security agents finally making their way down the aisle to where we stood. I see someone’s decided to do their job. Too bad, you’re still getting fired. I hugged Monica, my arms encircling her waist, making sure she was pinned in place to let the security men accost her. Letting her go, I let one of the agents reach out and grab Monica’s arms. The other one twisted them behind her back, slapping a pair of handcuffs on her wrists.

There came a short knock on the door before it creaked open and then Brett walked in. "All the guys at the parking site were arrested," he said. "But the officer in charge is Officer Mike, you don't have to worry, he'll find a way to sweep this under the carpet," he said. "But for now some detective will come in to interrogate you" he continued. "We signed a nondisclosure agreement with these people before this, actually they have no idea if you're affiliated with this or not " "Were you there when this happened?!"David asked. "No, just the coordinators, and be rest assured they have no words to say, they're our guys," he said and David exhaled in relief.

“How the fuck are you calling me from prison?” Marcus leaned closer to the camera, eyes gleaming. “I have friends everywhere. Even in here. Listen carefully: your mother isn’t safe. Ray had a partner. Someone who’s been feeding information to both sides for months. Someone who’s been in your apartment, your penthouse, your sister’s school.” Cedric’s blood ran ice cold. “Who?” Marcus’s smile widened, slow and vicious. “You’ve already met him. His name is Brett.” The screen went black.

And the photograph proved it. "Kansas City," Marcos said simply. "Eleven years ago. You were thirty one. Working a private case for a client whose name I won't say out loud." He paused. "Senator Halverson never made it home that night. And nobody ever connected it to you." He picked his phone back up and put it away. "Until now." The office went very quiet. Brett sat down slowly. Like his legs had made the decision before the rest of him caught up.

“How do you know all this?” “I hacked into Langton’s personal email and phone. They have been involved with each other for over three years. His dad, though, has worked with the Cartel for ten years. They set you up. The department didn’t authorise you to go undercover, so they found out and fired you. I have removed the warrants on you.” “What warrants?” “Murder, reckless endangerment. Use of a deadly weapon, possession with intent, oh and a DUI.” My blood boils. Fucking murder?

What he hadn’t expected was the swarm of reporters crowding the SunCity Central Police headquarters, all fighting for an exclusive story about the man now suspected of being one of the key figures behind the massive losses suffered by Callister Group. Not the CEO. But a commissioner—someone who had held significant power behind the scenes. “I just completed a long trip,” Bret said stiffly. “Can’t I rest first?” The two officers exchanged faint smiles. “We’d like to rest too, Mr. Bret,” one replied calmly. “But it seems the charges against you need to be addressed immediately.” Bret snorted in annoyance. Still handcuffed, he stepped into the interrogation room and sat down reluctantly, eyeing