Captain Beatty Character Traits の小説・ストーリー

Ara watched as he turned and left. A minute later, Santiago came in. "Let's go," he said. Santiago was a reserved man. More reserved than his boss. He had everything that Killian lacked; patience, compassion, and sincerity. Perhaps, that's why they made such a great team. Santiago was kinder than Killian but that didn't mean he was a saint. Cross him and see his beast side lacerating you in pieces. The only difference was that Killian had let his beast loose and he unleashed it only when needed.

'' The captain, who was sitting on a large leather chair in the middle of the room, his feet resting on the body of the second girl who was lying dead at the foot of the chair, ran his eyes over Sara's body several times, liking how thin yet curvaceous it was, even without her long silver locks were gone and were replaced by a weird black cut and the vivid scars that covered half of her face, and even with the large man clothes she was wearing, the girl was still very beautiful with desirable body and a sharp edge and pride that made him want to torture and fuck her until she submitted to him, he always liked the feisty ones, they were always the ones that steered the fun, unlike the docile

Newt had often had the feeling that Deets was the only one in the outfit who really understood his wishes and needs. Bolivar was kind from time to time, and Mr. Gus was usually kind, though his kindness was of a rather absentminded nature. He had many concerns to talk and argue about, and it was mostly when he got tired of thinking about everything else that he had the time to think about Newt. The Captain was seldom really harsh with him unless he made a pure mess of some job, but the Captain never passed him a kind word, either. The Captain did not go around handing out kind words—but if he was in the mood to do so Newt

"Ms. Alyssa, I just wanted to do something for you for the last time. I just wanted to vent your grievances … I didn't know it would cause you so much trouble. I'm really sorry." "You don't know Sophia and Betty enough, but I do. Betty may not have Sophia's intelligence, but she inherited Sophia's ruthlessness perfectly. "Her impulsive actions make her even more ruthless than Sophia. Sophia still considers consequences, but relying on being Javier's daughter and having the Beckett Group backing her, Betty acts without regard for consequences." "My sister was cautious and had me lurking near your hospital." The man sitting in the passenger seat took off his black mask, revealing a face that w

he said coldly, following her. “So? Have you found Mrs. Bayer yet?” Cintia asked, eyeing him with an ironic smile. “Actually, I don’t know where she is. What’s this woman’s profile?” “Well... it’s not hard to figure out. Beautiful, intelligent, strict, and demanding. And she’s always taking risks. She’s the only one here who constantly puts herself in danger. Just wait until the last employee leaves. If you do that, the last woman you see leaving will be her—without a doubt. That’s my tip for you.”

it's not something one would see everyday, obviously all his men are really scared of him, their throats seems to bob up and down on sight of him. Each and every soul in this building fear him like he's their god or something. Well Yes, he did all this but still his assaults... "I wasn't raised to be good or nice, I was raised to be cruel, tough, cold-hearted...you name it" he stated. Evil...diabolical, womanizing, short tempered, brutal, mean and devuod of any emotions....I so wanted to name them out loud to him. "Without being this way, I would barely survive a week as a Capo, I might even be overthrowned raggaza..."he started then he turned to me,

On the contrary, the forty-year-old CEO is serious, closed off, predictable and methodical. Have I mentioned that I hate him? I don't think I have yet, have I? “Miss Santoro?” he calls out in an impatient voice, running his large hand through his full, dark beard. I won't go into how such a beautiful physical feature is being wasted on a person as lacking in charisma as he is, but here's my take on the matter. It's a lot of waste! “Yes, sir,” I reply succinctly, albeit belatedly, not wanting to have to explain that I have a date right now.

“Did he hurt you? Did that fucker lay a hand on you, Becky?” “Barry,” she said softly, her eyes pleading with him. He took a few breaths to calm down, he wasn’t angry at her and he was not one to lose his shit like this. Barry had made a name for himself for his Iceman impersonation. Many a time he’d heard his competitors bitch about how cold and calculating he was and what a son of a bitch he must be to be able to do what he did without ever showing an ounce of remorse or emotion. But that legendary control seemed to have fled him in the face of Becky being anywhere near the prick that had stolen his life.

Though he found it surprising that she would act this way when she was so angry at him. He finished reading the transfer papers. It seems that this man was a problem maker. He was arrogant and liked to slack off thinking that his father would take care of things just the way he always had behind the scenes with his money and rank. Not this time. That kind of behavior gets people killed. Normally, the captain himself would step into the ring to knock down his attitude a notch or two, but he thought of a better plan. Victor and, "Emmett? Is it?" he nodded, were still exchanging fierce looks.

"What do you mean, Collins? Are you saying the Captain lied to the roster about his logs?" "Do you think he looks like an Alpha who can't handle his own shift?" After hearing the details from Patricia, I had thoroughly recalled every single night I had spent inside Ada Lube's den. He didn't have the softest temper in the league, but there were no serious defects in the way he managed the territory or treated his line. He had his own brutal logic for dealing with the world. As long as the team followed his track, he didn't hurt anybody without a cause.