Chicago Pd Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then he turned his head and looked at me, really looked. “I’m a cop,” he said. “Homicide. NYPD.” I raised an eyebrow. “No shit.” “Fifteen years,” he said. “I’ve seen everything.” I took another drag and thought about Mallory. About the way she vanished right after screaming threats at Cassie. About the cold feeling I couldn’t shake. “I think someone I know killed a girl back in Chicago,” I said quietly. “And I’m scared he’s going after my best friend next. She’s pregnant. About to marry the love of her life. She finally has everything good and I’m terrified he’ll take it away.”

“Chicago PD has been compromised by Hart’s allies. We can’t trust that she’ll be safe in your custody.” “And I can’t trust that she’s safe in yours,” Charleston countered. “For all I know, you’re the ones holding her against her will.” “I’m not being held,” I said firmly. “I’m choosing to stay with them because they’re the only ones who’ve actually kept me alive so far.” “Even after one of them got shot protecting you?” Charleston gestured to Maddox. “Especially after that,” I replied. “That’s the kind of protection I trust. Not whatever political game is happening at CPD right now.”

She shook her head, her smile turning mischievous. There were insidious thoughts racing through my mind, the kind of dark and evil desires that would frighten any woman away. I wanted her shackled and waiting, her naked body glistening from my cum covering her body. I could envision spanking her sweet ass, disciplining her for every misdeed she would do. Beads of sweat slid down the back of my neck. Damn, this girl turned me on. "Chicago can be a tough town."

Civilized men weren’t supposed to look like that in hospital parking lots. Raphael’s exhale was sharp, “Alright. Give me ten minutes, I’ll call you back. Don’t kill anyone until I do.” I pressed my palms to the roof of the car, metal biting cold under my skin, forehead against it like maybe I could cool the inferno chewing through me. My chest heaved. Every nerve screamed she was gone, not because she chose to leave, but because someone fucking took her. And if that was true, Chicago wasn’t ready for what I was about to do to it.

“But it pisses me off that Calvin will once again get away with everything. Someone ought to kick his ass.” “I believe that karma will find him soon,” I said. “I hope you're right,” she sighed and chuckled. “I hope that the karma who finds him will be a nasty one.” I grinned at that. “Yeah, he surely deserves a nasty one.” Fifi cleared her throat. “Now let's change the subject. You're partying in Chicago tonight?” “Yes,” I confirmed. “We're leaving in an hour.” “Good. You deserve a night off,” she said.

Thе corrupt policе in Chicago, angеrеd by thе dwindling paymеnts, rеtaliatеd by arrеsting somе of thе drug lords. In thе pursuit of my fathеr's approval to assumе control of his main company, I nеglеctеd thе concеrns raisеd by fеllow drug lords about thе inеxplicablе drop in hard drug pricеs in Chicago. Immеrsеd in thе intricaciеs of imprеssing my fathеr, I spеnt considеrablе timе with him, hoping to fortify my standing and dissuadе him from rеconsidеring his dеcision.

The one who rises and shows they will lead and demand blood for those who cross us become untouchable. I’m that one. The demons may not have a true queen, but that’s exactly what I’ve become to those who inhabit the streets of Chicago, poised and ready to feed off all the innocence constantly wandering the streets. Large cities overpopulated, unassuming humans too enthralled in everyday life and attempting to find pleasure in touristy attractions make for the best snacks. We relocated here some decades ago, growing tired of New York City and the wolf packs lingering in upstate New York and Pennsylvania, constantly chomping at the bit to destroy another of my kind, my family.

**<< Converging… on major medical supplier warehouse district… near Chicago. Chicago. A sprawling metropolis. Perfect place to vanish, to access high-end medical care discreetly for a gunshot wound, and to coordinate the final stages of Phoenix. **<< He’ll be there. Consolidating. >>** Winters’s glacial eyes met Leo’s. **<< The Hive. Likely there. >>** He pointed to the sleeper agent map. **<< Groundskeeper. Metro General Pediatrics. Chicago. >>**

I had no choice but to accept the fate that life wanted for me. I tried to tell myself that men would come and go and Maxim was just like any other man but even I knew that was a lie. I would never love a man the way I loved Maxim. I felt addicted to him. When I didn’t see him for hours, I felt sick. I knew that was how it would be once I stayed in Chicago. Even if he tried to find me, the FBI would make sure he never ever found me. They were good at hiding me and I knew they would hide me really well.

Never got to run in a touchdown though, that’s for sure. The place was busier than usual, but there were still some good spots at the bar. Dutchman’s is the kind of place where nobody bothers you. Shellacked pine booths with high backs and the lights are low. A few factory guys most nights, but usually none of the IFI crowd. Some cops. Franklin brings his wife here during basketball season. Food’s okay. I ordered a draft and a plate of chili fries. I finished the draft a little faster than I’d meant to and ordered another without thinking and then another before kickoff. Chicago was looking good and sometime before the second quarter I started to relax. This case wasn’t like anything I’d eve