Does Patrick Bateman Get Caught Novels & Stories

“Mom, I’m going to visit Mary Sullivan later. Can you go with me?” “Go by yourself if you want to. Why should I go with you?” Bailey snarled, her attitude as cold-hearted as usual. Emily snorted and pretended to accidentally drop her phone on her yoga mat. As the phone landed on the yoga mat, Bailey’s face darkened instantaneously. She picked up the phone and glared at Emily, “What’s wrong with you?” When Bailey stole a glance at the phone screen, she was frozen to the ground. A picture of a man and its household register profile were displayed on the screen, his name was Stanley Batton.

I don't recognize a number that shows up, but thinking it's my late job, I answer. "Hello?" "Evette?! I-It's Patrick-" "Patrick? How did you get this number?" I asked. "Darleen gave it to me! Listen, have you seen the news lately?" "No, why?" Patrick pauses for a second, "Man, I'm so sorry, Evette, but whatever you did, you have to turn yourself in." "What are you talking about?!" I shout. "I sent you the link..." Patrick says; I quickly open my message and click on the link he sent me.

“Shut up, Patrick. She won’t say a damn thing. Otherwise, we will do shit to ensure her little friend gets screwed over.” “We?” Patrick asks, squirming to stand up. “No! No more we.” “Too late to back out now.” Bentley walks over and grabs me like me and the chair weighs nothing. “You think you are so smart? But do you see the new problem you created?” I swallow as he places me roughly on the ground and I watch his crazed eyes slide up and down my body. “I assume you are insinuating you might as well have fun with me since you are already in a shit ton of trouble?”

Wyatt had returned to the country for almost a week. On the fourth day, Brandon Chapman, the one who held the auction, was arrested on a tip that he had vast amounts of photos of underage girls. He was taken to the police station for questioning. If everything went accordingly, he would be locked up for life. When Wyatt came out of the cellar, his assistant could barely look at his arms. "Mr. Grant, you were right. It was Mr. Dwight who reported Mr. Chapman. Shall I get you to the hospital?"

“Dolph Jameson, you are found guilty on all counts. You are sentenced to twenty-two years in a federal prison.” Dolph did not react. Then the judge turned to Patra. “Patra Brown. You are found guilty of being an accessory to these financial crimes. The evidence shows you worked with him and benefited from the stolen funds. You are sentenced to ten years in prison.” “No! Please, no! I am innocent,” Patra cried, turning in her cuffs and searching the room for her mother. Her eyes found her. Benita sat in the front row. She looked away. “It was her!” Patra screamed, pointing at Benita with both cuffed hands. “She made me do it! She pushed me into this! She took the money! She destroyed my life!

A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. Bates wore an agonized expression, the idea of his brother in pain hurting him too. “When they took Cato away, Damien wanted me to suck his dick. I started jerking him off, and when he closed his eyes, I cut off his dick.” Bates’s eyes widened, his mouth gaping open in shock. “I smothered him with a pillow until he died.” “Jesus Christ.” “I shot a few men on the way out. I’m not even sure how I escaped… I just got lucky.”

The sadistic smile on his face was something they never prayed to face and now that it had appeared, they weren't so sure they would make any arrest because one thing they knew was that they wouldn't and couldn't go against Patrick. He was a beast and most of his battles were legendary. That was something they didn't want to face, not in this life or the next. ''Gentlemen, what brings you to my home?'' Patrick asked. He was going to take it gently and know what they wanted before deciding on the best manner of approach. ''Sir, we're so sorry to barge in here unannounced but this young man here says that you are harboring a kidnapper. Mr Fontana here was accused by Enzo of kidnapping Aliyah.'

Jane lamented. "A date with the PA? Are you going out with him?" Investigator Patrick's voice boomed from behind. Jane jumped and walked past Lisa to confirm the voice. "I don't think he would report you. If he would, he would have done so the day he caught you red handed. He won't report you but do not be surprised, he may always use it as a leverage against you," Patrick offered and walked in. "Are you really going out with the PA?" He repeated curiously. "No..." Jane responded but she was cut short by the ringing of her phone.

Patrick was pacing the hall outside of his office when he stepped out. "Boss. There is no way in hell I would ever give someone a good review unless they did a good job. I'm the most ethical guy I know. Ask anyone. I'm a total stickler for the rules. Bethany could be the hottest thing on the planet, and if she sucked as an auditor, you'd know it. No way would I-" "Hey." Damon reached out and clamped his hand down on Patrick's shoulder. "I know this. It's all good. I had to vet the information that was thrown at me. We're good, okay?"

However, Zach's command came quietly but with an edge, "Break his leg." The bodyguard gave a grave nod, "Yes, sir." Patrick's face turned white as he stammered, "W-Wait, please. This is a mistake. The cops are on their way!" Zach tossed the camera aside and gave Patrick a stern look, "Start talking now, or you're in for more trouble. Three, two..." Before Zach could reach 'one,' panic overtook Patrick. "Okay, okay! It's on me," he admitted, fear overtaking him.