Captain America Private Lorraine Novels & Stories

For the first time since I had met him, the untouchable, arrogant captain of the Westbridge hockey team looked completely out of his depth. Over by the window, Ethan sat hunched in a desk chair, the blue glare of his laptop illuminating his unnaturally grim expression. He hadn't said a single word since pulling up the unmasked wire transfer records five minutes ago. Victoria. Five thousand dollars, routed directly into my checking account from her family's corporate holding firm. None of it made sense. None of it fit into the narrative we had spent weeks building. “I didn't take her money,” I whispered into the quiet room, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to hold it steady.

"Idiot." Disdain radiated from the voice, making it clear Lorraine's words had been dismissed entirely. That only fueled her temper. "Who are you calling an idiot?" she retorted, her glare fixed on the giant screen. "If you've got the guts to hijack this…” “Then show yourself! Come here, right now. Let's see what kind of deal you're really after!" Lorraine burned with indignation, daring the shadowy figure to step forward. If she could just flush out whoever was behind this, capture them, and save the day, Xavier and Desmond would undoubtedly look at her in a positive light.

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please,