Captain America So You Got Detention Novels & Stories

“GRANT GETTING KIDNAPPED WAS THE PROBABLE CAUSE! We were tracking him! You just don’t want to do it now because you know who Dieter is, and you know this is going to cause a shitstorm in Washington, and you’re too much of a pussy to do the right thing!” “We need a warrant,” Duplass keeps repeating like it’s some sort of magical mantra. “We need a warrant.” After all the hoops we jumped through, after following all his rules, Duplass is losing his nerve at the finish line – and Grant is going to pay the price. I’m about to rip Duplass a new asshole when Mailin points at the screen. “Dieter is talking – do you have audio on that thing?” I look at the laptop. Holy shit, sure enough, Epicurus/Di

"You are mine, Liana. Whether you remember me or not, whether you want this or not. Mine." The door burst open, shattering the moment. Marco, Dominic's scarred lieutenant, stood in the doorway, his expression grim. "Alpha, we have a problem. Vincent Moretti just sent a message." Dominic released me immediately, the ruthless Alpha sliding back into place like a mask. "Show me." Marco held up a phone displaying a video. Even from across the room, I recognized my father's cold features on the screen. "Play it," Dominic ordered. Vincent's voice filled the room, smooth and calculating. "Dominic Voss. I believe you have something of mine. I am prepared to negotiate for my daughter's return.

Tears streamed down my face, humiliating, involuntary tears I couldn't stop. Above me, Dante watched with clinical detachment, like I was an interesting experiment rather than a person fighting for breath. A sharp knock shattered the terrible moment. Marcus entered without waiting for permission, his snake eyes immediately finding me crumpled on the floor. Something that might have been satisfaction flickered across his pale features before his expression smoothed into professional neutrality. "Alpha, forgive the interruption." His voice was silk over broken glass. "But we have a situation in the dungeons. One of the Silvermoon survivors is asking to speak with you. Says he has information a

“We don’t take orders from private citizens.” My pulse hammered loudly in my ears. “Then at least tell me you’ve checked DNA. There has to be something that points to the real killer.” “That’s for us to determine,” he said, voice cold, almost bored. Then, with that slow, deliberate cruelty only men like him enjoyed, he added, “And as far as we’re concerned, your girl stays where she is. In custody.” I leaned forward, my voice dropping low. “You’re making a mistake.” The captain smirked. “You rich boys always say that before reality hits.”

He reached into his jacket again, slower this time, his hand coming out with something small, black, plastic. A wire. Alex's blood ran cold. The Captain held it up, let them see it, let them see the light glinting off the tiny microphone. "You think I came alone? You think I didn't know this was a trap?" His smile was back, the same smile from the precinct, from the day Alex handed over his badge. "This whole conversation has been recorded. Every word. Every confession. Every name." He looked at the folder in Alex's hand. "Including yours."

I turned around to look at her returning from the counter with a white envelope in her right hand. “Here. This is your transfer letter, you will be starting off tomorrow at Silverpine's Academy. The principal told me, one more detention this week and you're gonna end up with a suspension which is going straight to your record. And I won't be taking any chances.” She said, exhaling lightly. “M-Mom wait, I promise I'll try not to pick a fight again. It's just that they piss me off so bad and…ugh. Those people.” I took a deep breath and continued.

Captain Whitman’s expression was gloomy in the police car, and there was no telling what was on his mind. Meanwhile, Desmond and the others seemed to have awakened. Captain Whitman said casually, “Are you awake, Desmond?” Desmond looked at him with a slight change of expression. However, he smiled soon enough and said, “It’s you, Captain Whitman!” Captain Whitman nodded. “Bet you didn’t expect you'd be detained by me again.” Desmond sniggered and said, “It’s definitely a great thing for me to be detained by you, Captain Whitman. I figure someone will call you to release us in just a few minutes.”

"If you touch my sister—" "I'm not going to touch her. She's not the target but accidents happen in firefights. Stray bullets. Collateral damage." His voice was ice. "Better hurry, Lorenzo. Wouldn't want her to see her boyfriend's brains all over the floor. That's the kind of trauma that sticks with a person." The line went dead. "FUCK!" I threw my phone across the room. "Boss?" Marcus stood up, alarmed. "Donatella's going to be at the warehouse. Sergei knows. He's using her as bait." I grabbed my jacket. "Get everyone armed and ready. We leave in the next four hours."

“I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.” I shrugged. “I’ve been shoved into lockers by scarier boys.” His brows lifted. “And you lived to tell?” “Barely.” Blaze laughed—low, genuine—and damn it, he had a good laugh. Warm. Dangerous. He leaned forward, arms braced on the bench as he looked at me sideways. “So… word is Dante told you to ‘stay still.’ You, uh... listen to that kind of thing?” I snorted. “Do I strike you as the obedient type?”

(Captain Linda) “This guy is on another level of douche bag…The President has put mark on him…as well as everyone on this list….I also got a new order from the President to you Captain…he want every single person on this list stay on this city..until the very end….”.(First Lieutenant Gremog)