Chicago Pd Fanfiction Jay Novels & Stories

CAMILLE’S POV Metal cuffs cut deeper into my wrists every time the van hits a bump. I stare out the tiny slit of a window. The sky is grey. The trees blur as we pass and it’s starting to rain. The smell inside the van is filled with sweat, old leather, and dried blood. My blood. A thin line of it still clings to my bottom lip. One of the officers was too rough when they shoved me inside. Doesn’t matter. Let them think they’ve won. Let them believe the story they’ve been fed by whatever coward tipped them off.

"Alice, tell me who's trying to rape you? Who is he? Do you remember his identity? Tell me in detail, and then I'll kill him." Jay was extremely angry, he clenched his fist into a fist, Jay's face was red and angry. Alice is Jay's younger sister. He loves Alice very much, whatever Alice wants, Jay fulfills. Jay didn't have the heart to scold Alice, he had a lot of respect for Alice. So Jay doesn't allow anyone to trouble Alice. Especially someone who dared to invade Alice's body. Jay will kill him. Jay was very angry. He wants to investigate that person immediately. However. Alice was holding Jay's hand, Alice's face was so pitiful, she cried until her eyes were swollen. She looked at Jay an

That was the Jay we needed; he could break down later. As Jay walked around shouting orders, I was continuing to resist the urge to go check on Sandra. I couldn’t show him where she was if he was watching. I couldn’t breathe being so far from her side. Jay came over to me and stared. “This is not the Smoke we need right now boss.” he said under his breath waking me up from my nightmares. I started to pace down the hallways waiting for a report that someone had found him. My phone vibrated in my pocket.

“I just wanted to explain things to your guy. If he’s as rich and important as they say, maybe he can help clear things up.” “You think this is about one article?” she snapped. “They’re dragging everything out—our old neighborhood, Dad’s arrests, your juvie stint. All of it.” Jay looked down. “I didn’t know they’d go that deep.” She softened. “I know you meant well. But you shouldn’t be here.” Before she could escort him out, Rafael appeared in the hall, cold-eyed and tense. Jay froze. “Is this him?” Rafael asked, voice low. “Yeah,” Lena said carefully. “This is Jay.”

’ Frost returned to Jay’s dark eyes. He was torn between loving and hating her every time they spoke. ‘Why’s that?’ Chasing Men While Lugging A Saber answered, ‘I… Don’t think I’m ready to face him yet.’ Jay typed, ‘Go to sleep, it’s getting late.’ ‘I can’t. I’m waiting for Zaynie Green to come back. I can’t help but worry when she’s not here.’ ‘You don’t need to worry. She’s not a child.’

Then, a sound that made his blood turn to ice in his veins. Chiara was laughing. A soft, incredulous chuckle. "He… he did? Jay, my god. That's… bold. He moved incredibly fast." Jay’s face went completely blank, all emotion wiped clean by a wave of pure, unadulterated shock. "Chiara," he said, his voice dangerously quiet and flat. "This is not funny. This was an assault. I am here to do a job, but I am not a piece of meat to be thrown to the wolf to get a 'foothold'."

“Don’t act surprised. That’s exactly what you are.” Jay clutched his chest dramatically. “Wow. Betrayed by my own sister.” He straightened, his tone sobering. “But seriously, Mason’s solid. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t still be here. Liam, she’s safe with him.” I looked at Jay. “When will you change so someone can actually vouch for you the way you just did for Mason?” Jay laughed. “I’m trying, Em, but temptation is too much.” “You’re shameless,” I shot back.

We're watching your every step. The note says. My eyes drift to Jayden once again, trying to look for any emotion, but I find that he's already looking at me. Suspiciously. "What?" I ask when his gaze doesn't move. "You could be one of them. Playing a good game of someone who actually cares about Leonardo but at the same time looking for the same fucking micro-chip. Look at you. I've seen too many sides of Jada. The one with this blonde hair and brown eyes and the one with black hair and these beautiful cyan eyes. A Jada who has an FBI badge that may be stolen or actually hers and the one who seems to be so familiar with kids in the orphanage. A Jada who is so cold and emotionless and one wh

**Jayla's POV** The steam from my coffee curled like a question mark, mocking me as I gripped the mug so tightly my knuckles blanched. I gulped it down in one scalding swallow, the bitterness mirroring the acid churning in my gut. My left hand clutched my tablet like a lifeline—or maybe a weapon. The screen glowed with betrayal. There was Daniel, my Daniel, arm slung possessively around Kisha’s waist. Her head tilted into his shoulder, both of them beaming for the flashing cameras.

I knew the moment the words slipped past my lips that he would act like a prick. What I hadn’t expected was to be tossed in one of the many cells that line the damp dank smelling basement. Technically I hadn’t been lying when id told Calder that I had a date, what I had failed to mention was that the date was with a very closeted guard id become fast friends with after the whole shattering the balcony window fiasco. Jay would come up to hang out in my room when ever Calder, Zane and the others were out of the house doing mafia shit. Jay is two years older then me, has two much older half brothers and is the a proud uncle to seven nieces and nephews.