Novel & Cerita Devil Detective Invincible

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"Mr. Volkov? Ms. Thorne? I need to get your statements. We have the perpetrators, but we need to understand what happened here." Damian didn't turn immediately. He held me for another moment, a silent declaration in the chaos. When he finally looked at the detective, the gentleness he’d shown me vanished. His face hardened into a mask of cold, aristocratic fury. The vulnerability was gone, replaced by the formidable Damian Volkov, a man whose wrath promised consequences far beyond anything the NYPD could deliver.

A potential target for his enemies. He picked up his phone, called Viktor. — Bring him to me. Now. His voice was cold, sharp as a blade. Viktor knew what that meant. No mercy. An hour later, the man was there, tied to a chair in the basement of the tower a secret level known only to his most loyal men. Matt: a former associate who had sold information on a money‑laundering deal. Cameron went downstairs, took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves. His tattoos appeared: the raven for memory, the stars for rank. He approached, his gaze black.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

“Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.” He bowed his head and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I waited until he was gone to ask Luca about him. “Who was that?” “Viktor Volkov.” Luca said, watching the man’s retreating form with an intense gaze. “Alpha of the Eastern Ridge pack. He’s an ally, for now.” “For now?” I asked with a frown. “In our world, alliances are seasonal.” He turned to me, his expression hardening. “Come, the guests are leaving, we need to go.”

“Partner? I didn’t know I have one –“ Speaking of the devil, a creek and soon the slightly ajar wooden door opened carrying the presence of a 6ft tall physique of another man. Black hair sprouting atop of his head nestled messily, yet it only suited his field of work. Dark glasses, leather jacket and pants that were ironed perfectly befits the man. It was another detective assigned in sough of the serial killer. Ruscov had a feeling that he knew the man. The familiar aura, and the way he carries himself reminds him of a memory back on the training camp. He wished that his hunch is just a misconception, but oh boy, some things really goes unplanned. “Detective Alekseev meet Detective Charlie

I challenged him with a sinister smile. He shifted gears again, but I noticed how his hand was sliding down the gear stick-- closer to my knee. "Is that a challenge Ms Leir? " He growled in a undoubtedly sexy tone, and his hand finally made contact with my bare knee through the ripped jeans, sending sparks through my body. "Only if you want it to be, Detective Deckor," I whispered in a strained voice as my body blazed on fire. A light flashed through his eyes as his hand trailed higher. Slowly. Slowly.

"Try me. Just so you know, this place is mine. No one will stop me if I want to fuck an American girl like you. They don't know you. You're not one of us." "The police will catch you and throw you in jail." "Really? Before the police come, I'll take you to my bed first. Hmm, you're really beautiful. What's your name?" Angel turned her face away when the man grabbed her chin. She could only pray to God to send an Angel to help her. She was very scared. The man was like a psychopath. He had a tattoo of a dagger and a two-headed snake along his arm. Angel was sure the man was a member of a gangster. No one dared to interrupt the man. The people who came to the bar just walked past her and didn'

The rage in me quickly disappeared and my senses jolted back to reality. To the disgusting stares and whispers that the crowd threw at me for being violent. “God Serafina!!” Rapheal cussed, rubbing his temples. “What were you thinking? Where was the person who asked me to..” His words as well as the chaos in the room were cut short by the sudden barge of uniformed men into the room. One of them walked up to Delanxy and presented his card to her. “Detective John Ringwards.” “Take her!” She yelled, pointing to me. “She did this to me!”