Dexter Morgan Romane & Geschichten

“I must go now. But everything is alright, correct? You don’t need anything? You’ve settled in well?” “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” Ambrose takes a step but my words stop him in his tracks. “Could you tell me his name? The name of the man whose life I’m going to ruin?” “Not necessarily his life,” Ambrose corrects. “More like his criminal career. And his name is Dexter. Dexter Russell. Everyone knows him simply as Dex, though.” I nod. “Thank you.” I move closer to the group, my empty paper cup in my hand still. I have to find a way of discarding it. The man’s name doesn’t leave my mind, not for a second. I keep thinking about him and trying to imagine his face but fail.

I stated as he looked at me for a second. The door of the cabin opened as Abhinn looked at both of us, “what happened?” He asked. “Umm… Her father’s backbone has a fracture, she needs to leave early today,” He summarized my words in his own before presenting them to Abhinn. “Oh… umm, sure,” Abhinn said as she looked over at Dinesh.

"She didn't even know I was her true mate." I stepped forward but didn't speak. What could I say to a man who seemed like he had lost the only thing that mattered to him? I was bracing for him to go berserk and strike, but then, behind him, a strange sound caught my attention. Branches were cracking, and I also heard careful steps punching into the soft earth. We turned and saw Dexter emerging from the shadows. His armour was clean. It had no bloodstains, dirt, or sweat marks. He stood tall, refusing to fade into the background. He didn't look at Xavier. Didn't look at me or Zordon. His gaze fell straight to Kendra's lifeless body.

“Mandy, you can’t be serious!” “Oh, she’s serious as a heart-attack!” a booming voice with deep dulcet tones echoed in the tavern. I spun around. Behind me stood a 6ft, terrifying giant. I recognized him immediately. Dexter. One of the most terrifying bikers I’d ever seen and the leader of the Devils. He had a long scar on his face. Clad in black throughout, his gun hung from his waist. He had an aura of darkness, meanness, death followed him wherever he went. I’d heard stories of the towns he had ravished.

I continued, keeping my gaze steady, "I was an outsider. I was walking into a legacy that felt entirely foreign. I didn't know who to trust with my safety being on the road, because of course I couldn't possibly drive myself around a place I was new to." I paused, deliberately letting the weight of that statement hang in the air. I didn't look at Norman yet, but I could feel his eyes tracking the movement of my lips, his smirk tightening into something sharper, something more guarded. "Dexter didn't wear a mask, he was a very transparent man." I said, my voice dropping into a deep, resonant register that echoed slightly against the low ceiling. "He loved his job a little too much, He simply

"I just need you to tell your gate guards not to shoot him when he hops the eastern fence." Noah grunted, reaching into his jacket for his encrypted phone. He tapped the screen three times, holding the receiver to his ear. "Captain. Section four eastern gate. A guy named Dexter is approaching the perimeter in twenty minutes. Tall, dark coat, likely smells like southern mud. Do not shoot him, do not cuff him. Let my mother's maid through to collect him." He paused, listening to the muffled voice on the other end.

Dexter had worked with three wealthy families before he came to work for the Siromanis. He worked for his past employers as a software developer, which was what he studied. During those periods, there was hardly anything he didn't witness. The boys in those families turned him into a play thing. They'd boss him around like he was their property. The girls were another story. They did everything they could to get his attention and when he didn't let them have their way, they would become antagonistic. Sometimes, their boyfriends saw him as a threat and only didn't fight him because he was older than them.

Eddy only said that out of basic courtesy, but it was enough to send Dexter jumping in excitement. “Did you all hear that? Mr. Eddy remembers me, and he’s inviting me for tea!” “Mr. Eddy, please come to our new district in Buckwood if you’re planning to invest in new projects! As a government employee, I’ll be sure to serve you well.” Dexter showed Eddy extreme passion and hospitality. To put it plainly, he was only trying to curry favor from Eddy for his own benefit. Working with a foreign company such as Morgan Financial Group would be a great achievement. If Dexter could acquire an investment from them, he could secure a bright future.

She read the plaque that revealed it was a kukri, gifted from the Nepalese to a Sgt Maddox. Sgt Maddox? She frowned at the name. It was a common name, right? She glanced over at the picture on the wall, a group of brawny uniformed men stared back at her, their faces beaming with pride. She traced her finger over the names at the bottom of the picture, finding the same name. Only this time, it was slightly different, the label read Sgt Zachary Maddox. She followed the position of names, matching it up to Archer’s face. Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’.

Mrs. Moss looked hopeful when she saw the person coming. “Detain this woman, Morgan. Keep her in jail for the rest of her life so she can’t bring evil onto this world again.” “Calm down, Aunty,” the man said. His name was Morgan Moss, Jason’s elder cousin, the chief of the North District Police Department, the youngest chief ever. He had a stern face, tough look, tall body stature, and he was wearing a black and blue uniform with golden epaulettes that glinted under the light. Morgan and Jason looked much alike, just that Morgan was more handsome in the traditional sense.