Chicago Pd Characters Novels & Stories

"Regardless of how you feel, Chicago's murder rate skyrocketed lately, and the CPD is out for blood. They're not happy about all the bad press." Which is what I'm hearing directly from my police informants, the cops that take my envelopes of cash. So far, my bribes are keeping my soldiers out of prison, but that won't last much longer. "Getting fucking expensive to stay out from behind bars, ain't it?" Bosco clucks his tongue. "All this killing, and for what? Over some hurt feelings and a girl?" "All this killing because you've been encroaching on my territory for months and this is a convenient excuse for you."

Alpha Male Malachi Sinclair (lawyer) Alpha Female Karani Sinclair (property owner) Alpha Boy Kiran Sinclair Best Friend James Thomas Girlfriend of KS Adara Kinkaid Girlfriend of JT Shoran Mitchells Best Friend of MS Garrick Thomas (Chief Medical Examiner) Wife of GT Stephanie Thomas (Doctor) Pack Members John McDonald (Tax Auditor) Peter McPherson (Construction Company Owner) Gary Johnson (Data Scientist) Rudolf Hessman (Financial Advisor) Marrick Goldman (Software Developer) Frank Ronalds (Professional Boxer) Jeff Smith (Children’s Book Author) Carl Winters (Professional MMA Fighter) Charles Woods (Dentist) Patrick Black (Pharmacist) Phill

Where I acted the role as a private investigator for the Smirnoff's, I played the role of a suspect for Adam Jacobowitz. "Thank you for meeting with me today..." The detective offered while sipping on his macchiato as I denied any potential he made for my DNA by getting me to order. I left Chicago messy, fixing it with fire or money, meaning I was left to whatever pity jobs I could find to just make enough for a roof or pay for dinner. But with an existence as pointless as mine, it wasn't as if I cared about the finer things in life. Just righting the wrongs in it.

“I want you to meet someone. Alex, this is my brother Stephen. I call him Stink, but only I get to do that.” Stephen smirked. “Thanks for that, Sienna.” I gestured toward the couch. “These are his two friends. I think that’s Jacob... and I’m not sure what your name is.” “Patrick,” the guy mumbled. “Right. Patrick.” I smiled. “And once again, this is Alex. He’s a police officer for the city of Chicago.” The shift in energy was immediate. All three of them straightened up, casual as hell, trying to subtly hide their joints, their red Solo cups, and the telltale bottle of Hennessy halfway behind the couch.