Brett Willis Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

"Please read it, Miss Bradbury." Blanche took a deep breath, knowing this wasn't going to be easy. "Channel One, the state-controlled Russian television outlet, aired a segment calling it a bizarre suicide and asked, What was Kieran Brett so afraid of? Next, the presenter raised the question: Could he have made a mistake in the case of the traitor? Finally adding that according to the British authorities, this question is not relevant." Blanche immediately apologized to Caroline Brett. "It's not your fault, Miss Bradbury."

*** KAT *** The men were in Colton's office so I had some breathing room. Cierra and I had been putting our heads together all evening trying to figure out a way around Colton and his psychosis, now we're calling in reinforcements. For all that she's a federal agent, her husband doesn't tell her anything either, so we have to go digging on our own.

“Apparently journalism.” Brett leaned in, scanning the screen, eyes moving quickly across the lines. His face changed quickly, the way it did when he saw something he didn’t want to touch, nose wrinkling slightly. “Oh. Yeah. No. That one’s a trap.” Paul looked betrayed, hand to his chest again like he’d been wounded. “You too?” Brett shrugged, shoulders rising and falling with exaggerated casualness. “I don’t want to cry on a podcast.” Paul scoffed. “That’s cowardice.”

I stood in the corridor with my hands clasped behind my back and listened. I had chosen Brett and Calloway because they were disciplined and highly professional. They were Men who did what was asked of them without embellishment and without enjoying it. This was all for the information that someone had decided was worth poisoning a pack administrator to protect, and I needed it before whoever made that decision made another one inside my walls. After twenty minutes, Brett came to the door. "He's not talking, Alpha. We can't seem to get him to talk. I clenched my fist. "Go back in and make him talk “

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.