Dirk Strider Novels & Stories

But I only believed in the luck we made for ourselves. I was getting my kids out of here. And with the Amatuccis' help, we were clearing out all the kids tonight. Let the Petters finally feel the sting of losing face in a group of their ‘peers.' It added a perfect touch of humiliation to the whole thing that made my heart soar. "Alpha team in position," Eden called. "Copy that, Alpha. Bravo, you're a go." "Copy that, Team Leader," a man named Striker said. A quiet man of Asian descent, he didn't say a whole lot unless you asked him a direct question. When he wasn't actively listening, he was fiddling with technology and systems.

"What are you doing here?!" Aiden the weirdo spoke up. .....His voice sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't a dream he was really there. He had black jeans and a black blazer on and he looked absolutely amazing under the moonlight. His hair was perfectly jelled up and his blue eyes were glittering like diamonds when the moon rays fell on them.

My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile. I never liked talking about Voss Solano. "Well, I know Dante, and I know how much he put his back into this season. I was there all through, and I know he will win! That's all. Have a nice day, thank you." With that, I turned around and left as everyone talked and called out to me. The mention of Voss Solano made sweat beads break on my forehead. Voss Solano is Dante's older brother, who played for Valkyrie Rovers. He was also nominated this season. He had been nominated every season since he started playing, and he had won every season.

Just tapped his fingers on the wheel while the radio played something soft in the background. I stared at his profile. Same sharp jawline. Same thick lashes. But older. Stronger. More guarded. He wasn’t the boy who gave me lollipops for lunch anymore. He was Leo freaking Santiago. And I was in his car. Wearing his jacket. Holding his champagne glass. Fake dating him. Somehow remembering the real him. My phone buzzed. It was an unknown caller. I frowned and picked up.

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

Hearing the commotion, Zephyr looked up, and he couldn't remove his gaze from me once he laid his eyes on me. I was wearing a tiger mask that covered half my face, so I wasn't worried that he'd realize who I was. In my reflection, I could see my tall, well-toned figure, with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs, and I stood out even amongst all the models there. Zephyr's gaze was still attached to me, and when I glanced over at him, I saw that his expression was furrowed in concentration, as if he was contemplating something.

Alvin hand language one of his men to take off Kristel's blindfold. She felt that someone his unfolding her blindfolds. When she opened her eyes, she saw a tall man in front of her. He has a resemblance to Luther. "Satisfied?" Luther sarcastically asked Kristel while lighting his cigar. "Who are you?" she asked. She can feel the pain as her feet and wrist were hurting now. "I don't offend anyone, why am I here?" Alvin approached her and put his finger on her lips, "Shhhh! I'll introduce myself don't worry," he said.

}: "Come here son, let's talk! How did you get here and where are your friends?" Dantzler: (Narrowing his eyes and charging "Impact" even further, until it reaches the form of a dense spiraling string of translucent energy around his right fist. He mumbles to himself...) "What a R.I.P...Mom would have never hesitated. Gotten my ass beat from that woman too many times to know her speed." (With a fierce and determined look in his eyes.) "IMPACT RAILGUN!!!!" (What looks like a spiral-shaped bullet of pure energy comes spinning off of his fist flying at Oda at a speed fast enough for only Kimora to see while time is Distorted.)

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

Heavy and chaotic footsteps sounded at the entrance to the hall. Dozens of black-clad bodyguards swept in around a middle-aged man with graying temples as he strode into the hall. The bulge of a snub-nosed pistol showed plainly at his waist. This was Karina's own father, Anthony, the former Don of the Perrone family. Anthony's features were mean and sinister, and the moment he came through the door his eyes locked onto me in the main box upstairs.