Devious Game Bri Blackwood Novels & Stories

Too curious. I turned to Brielle, who was beside me, accompanying me to my chamber. "Who was that man?" Brielle folded her brows, questioningly. "Kaiser Black," The instant I bit out his name, Brielle stiffened. Her eyes shot up to look at me. She shifted her gaze away from me and said, "He's an Alpha of the Black Blood Pack." "They both seemed angry at each other-" Before I could complete my words, Brielle stopped walking, turning to me. She seemed nervous.

We both quickly step over to the windows, looking down at the beach, Brian being very visible and fighting with some guy. I press my hands against the window, leaning closer to see Brian swinging at some random guy in a purple suit. “What in the fuck is going on?” McKenzie coughs a small laugh. “I think my brother is fighting a pimp. And to top that off, Devin is fighting two guys…and they both look a lot bigger than him.” I watch as Brian swings, knocking the guy on his ass, but then someone comes up from behind Brian, punching him in the back of the head. Brian quickly leans forward but bounces back up like a spring and spins around, swinging at the guy.

“Blackwood.” “It’s retaliation for Mercer’s arrest,” I said, my jaw clenching hard as I looked at the dark map display. “Mercer’s confession on Noah’s wire cleared the way for warrants. Blackwood knows the federal trap is closing. He’s removing anyone on the active roster who won’t take his bribe to throw Game 2.” Noah reached out, his bare hand sliding over mine where it rested on his knee. His fingers locked tight around my knuckles, his championship ring pressing firmly into my skin.

“At least tell me what kind of bad shit.” She stops and looks at me with an expression of worry and pity and pretty much nothing good. “Blacktop is into drugs, sex trafficking, blood fight and a whole lot of disgusting stuff. The fucking Alexei you are madly in love with maybe linked to your sister disappearance.”

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

Draven glanced out at the crowd and resigned to his answer. “That was the deal, I helped her off him, and I got to share you with the others. But you were more than any of us bargained for,” he said, glancing at Beckham’s cold form prone on the dias. “So I punished you the only way I could in the meantime for being the little slut cunt you were. All you had to do was stick around and lay there and take it when the time came. But you always fought and insisted on going against us anyway you could. Then you tried leaving and I attempted to break you the only way I could without affecting what was to be done. You were so good at faking it, I really thought we had you for a while. Then you left

Reeves looked at the warehouse, at the loading dock where we'd just processed illegal cargo. "About the shipment you just accepted from the Zakharov Bratva. About the federal crimes you just committed. About the choices you're going to have to make in the next five minutes." He stepped closer. "We've been watching you, Mr. Blackwood. For weeks. We know about the debt. We know about the meeting in Brighton Beach. We know about the warehouse explosion." He glanced at Elena. "And we know you just became drug dealers to avoid more bloodshed. Which means you have two options right now."

Vivian pov The sharp edge of the document grazed Isabella Blackwood's face, drawing a bead of blood. She quickly glanced at it and felt her legs go weak. She thought she had everything planned perfectly, but she never expected my brother to find out about her so soon. However, remembering Scarlett Hayes's warning, she feigned innocence and looked at me. "Brother, you don't think I hired someone to frame vivian, do you?" His handsome face was filled with anger. "Who else could it be but you?" Isabella's eyes turned red. "This card was clearly given to vivian by you. Have you ever considered that vivian staged the whole thing to gain your sympathy and get back into the Blackwood Family?" He sc

I let out a small, nervous laugh. “No, Ma’am, it is I, that needs to apologise for taking longer to get back to you.” Brian takes a deep breath, “I have bad news I’m afraid. I spoke to a couple of my contacts in the force. After I had trouble getting information from the correctional centre Dean Bertrand is in.” “Oh?” “Yes, I’m sorry Miss Blackwood Dean has escaped prison. The authorities are unsure how at this stage, they’re still investigating and likely the reason they were hesitant to speak with me.”

They were unaware of my identity, their memories and mine diverging as swiftly as a river branching into separate tributaries. Emilio Vargas, the leader of the Black Shadow, exuded authority as he entered first. His piercing eyes were like twin obsidian orbs that took in every detail of the room. I knew him as the puppeteer, the mastermind behind the cartel's operations. I had fantasized about taking him down, but nothing seemed to stick on them; they had paid puppets in every step.