Novel & Cerita Chicago Pd Fanfiction

“I think he’ll be the one introducing me to my daughter at the party. Try to use my vulnerability against me. He’s after the title of Capo, isn’t he?” “He is.” I nodded. “But you are right about one thing. Something still does not add up.” “What is it?” He asked, looking up at me with a frown. “The night that we were at the port in Chicago, I had a tracker on me that was supposed to lead the NYPD to their exact location.” I said, leaning my elbows against the table. “But instead, it was the Chicago PD that showed up at the location and that too, even before I could activate the tracker.”

Luca rushed forward and swept Chiara into his arms. "Enough, Catherine!" "Whether you believe it or not, she saved our lives!" "Besides, she's been by your side for years, like a sister to you. How can you be so heartless?" At the sight, Raphael's face turned ashen. "Catherine, I'll tell you this one last time." "I've put the word out. No one in Chicago dares to defy an underboss." I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, fighting back a wave of nausea. My hand reached for the candelabra, my fingertips brushing against the cold silver base.

“The reporters and the Chicago Police can help with that.” “Clever thinking,” I admitted, “but it requires coordinated work and trusted partners. My connections in Chicago might not be enough for that.” She walked toward me. “Fortunately, Cory and I already found a group of reporters more than willing to help us. What we need now is to know who we should inform from the police.” Her smile turned wry. “Ardian has a lot of connections within the Chicago P.D., unfortunately. At least three commanders and captains are Loto D'Oro's frequent clients.”

When I wouldn't answer him to whatever question he asked while I was made dizzy, he did it a second time. And when I started to roll my eyes backward from the pain, there was a third and final time before he let me go. "I've only let their mouths on me for what should be your job...you should be thanking me for it and instead you're acting like my touch makes you sick. I saved you from that life you had in Chicago. You would have nothing without me!" "I'd rather have nothing..." I muttered before getting up off of my hands and knees and managing to open the door and dart down the steps.

Look all you want buddy because my body is not yours. The conversation carried on through dinner mostly about some war brewing in Chicago and two family members they kidnapped from the Bolzico's family. I learned they were the family that killed Vincent. "The son and bastard daughter will be here in a few days." Lazaro, Chiara's father, said. "Once they arrive, we will send them a nice message about taking my cousin's life." Caelum smiled sadistically. That was fucking scary. His smile only grew more evil looking at me. Did he want to kill me too? Stop looking at me like that freak.

Ash had sure kept his promise. I hadn't left the room all day. I was sore in places I didn't even know you could be sore. It felt amazing just to lay in bed, and not have to worry about anything. I was currently sleeping with one of the most deadly people in Chicago. To me, he was incredibly kind and caring, but to everyone else, he was a killer.

Is he planning to turn Chicago into a war zone? What's even worse is the fact that Chicago is just the start. From what I have learnt these past two days, he has got networks stretching across the other States. I get the impression that he thinks he is untouchable with his goons protecting him. That's where he is wrong. No one incites a storm and gets away with it. My hands grip the handlebars as I drive through the streets of Chicago, my knuckles white. Since I suspect Finn is bugging our phones, Hera and I came up with a perfect solution to communicate. One of her whom Finn knows nothing about has been posing as a delivery man. He comes to my house to exchange intel.

Truly. I could feel the anger simmering in my veins and my blood boiling but I tamed it, it wouldn't be long until I got those bastards who made her that way and I'll make them pay, they'll wish they never existed. I'm almost there. ".. all we know is that Chester and the rest of his people are hiding somewhere in Chicago" Reed's voice floated through the haze I was in which made me return to reality. "This is the latest intel from our people in Chicago and even them couldn't get the precise location"

That I knew the version of him who stole fries off my plate and left wet towels on his bedroom floor. The version who pretended to be confident when he was nervous. The version who still called me when things got hard. The version who looked at me like I was somehow the best thing that had ever happened to him. The problem was… The more excited I became for him, the more another thought started creeping into my head. A dangerous one. One I didn’t want to think about. One I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. Chicago. I stirred my drink even though I wasn’t drinking it.

Back in the car, Lucas let out a low laugh as we pulled onto the street. “You really love screwing with that guy, don’t you?” “He keeps bringing the wrong game to the wrong table,” I muttered, eyes locked on the city unfolding before us. Chicago rolled by in flickering streetlamps and distant sirens—gritty, corrupt, beautiful. A city full of sin, secrets, and men who thought power was something you begged for. But not me. I didn’t beg. I owned.