Drake Dixk Leak Novels & Stories

Davis grabbed the keys from drake and finally unlocked the car. The guys were close enough to aim and fire at the car but we had successfully gotten into the car and drove out of Chloe's mansion. “We're cooked man.”Drake said, panting and his hands buried on his face. He seemed more dreaded than Davis, who was the reason for all these mess. “How much did you even steal from them to make them this mad?” Davis Ignored my question. He was more focused on the road, his hands so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles turned white.

Drake looked up as his brother shot back into the bar, nodded over at them. “OK, darlin’,” he said, tapping the six-digit alarm code into his phone and sending it to her. “Zee will be here soon, so just sit tight.” Briley smiled again, then watched Dux and Drake head across the large bar area, and disappear down the hallway. She glanced at the code he’d texted her, set her phone on the table, and absently reached for her ice water; as she did, her elbow hit her purse and launched it to the floor with a dramatic half-summersault. The entire contents of the purse flew everywhere – lipstick, wallet, tissues, airplane peanuts, keys, who-knows-what-else – and she rolled her eyes and cursed under

Ava reached into her body and brought out a yellow blood-covered flash drive. "Here is the flash drive. I was too weak to tell you that I made away with the flash drive." Leo took the flash drive and handed it over to Drake who took it. A proud smile appeared on Drake's face as his eyes widened, almost popping out from their sockets. ****** Discord was on the phone, dishing out instructions to his subordinate and all. His hands quivered as his eyes darted from left to right. "You heard me, Milton. Lock all my warehouses for today and fucking triple the security."

About finally making things right—if that was even possible. With a deep, shuddering breath, Drake pressed the button. The camera began to record, the little red light blinking steadily, marking the beginning of a confession he had avoided for far too long. He leaned back in his chair, his body tense as he fought to compose himself. His face was carefully blank, but the raw emotion in his eyes betrayed the calm exterior he was trying to project. “Hi,” he began, his voice tight but unwavering, the tension in his throat audible. “This is Drake Maverick. And I’ve got something to say. No more lies. No more rumors. It’s time for the truth.”

Drake drawled, intentionally spiking Dhari's anger. Dale is surprised. This person refused to open his mouth when he tried to make him talk. But now, he started talking when Drake started asking him. 'His highness is intelligent' Dale praised Drake in his head. Drake wants to make Dhari angry, so that he would slip up and reveal something else. The fact that the person behind all this is a 'he' is a very good clue. Something is always better than nothing. Dhari promptly shut his mouth, after his major slip up.

She topped it up with more beer, making it look fuller, and then pushed it back to its original position, forcing a smile and pretending as though nothing had happened. Drake led Alexander outside of the club, their conversation taking place on a desolate road. "What's going on?" Alexander inquired, his brow furrowed as they stood at a secluded corner. "I crashed our car," Drake confessed, his voice tinged with apprehension. Alexander scoffed, his lips curling in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

I asked and Jack laughed. “Do you need anything” “No. Have you found your leak yet?” I asked him. “Not yet,” Jack said, sounding despondent. “My Chicago address was leaked too,” I said. “Are you sure?” “I followed Huxman there,” I said. “He gave me a name.” “Who?” Jack asked me and I could hear him typing in the background. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” I said. “Jericho–”

This man doesn't look bound by a band as a slave… who is he to the Whitewater and why is he even called immortal. "Why don't we finish the fight where we left off?" Drake challenged, his tone dripping with aggression. "You could have outrun this explosion using your power, which surpasses that of an Alpha," he said, his voice laced with a hint of criticism. "But you chose to run with a sports car, which put both you and, more importantly, Daisy in danger." "Tsk." Drake scoffed, who would have thought he could also scoff like me. "Changing the conversation," He added.

I cringe as I gulp down a mouthful of blue super juice. “Damn, that gets worse every time.” Layla sticks out her tongue, shaking her head. “I’ll never get bored of your face when you drink that poison. I didn’t even know it was possible for a face to scrunch up that many ways.” Drake chuckles. “Yeah, it’s gross and I hate it,” I mutter, shivering. He turns in his seat and opens his arms for me to sit on his knee, but just as I move forward, my entire body goes stiff.

He didn’t argue but immediately left after a quick promise to return. Drake zoomed off the premise with one heavy thought in his mind, heavier than getting a naive lady pregnant out of wedlock. It was soiling his family’s reputation.Mr Dinkins is not going to let him off either. Whichever way; he was trapped! Maya picked up the car keys, thankfully their safe house has a discreet enough location so the reporters hadn’t found them yet,except the unknown whistleblower and perhaps Drake Harris himself. Which begs the question. How the hell did he find them?