Novel & Cerita Duncan Quagmire

Sofia turned to see a tall, imposing woman with close-cropped silver hair standing outside, an amused smirk on her face. "If you two lovebirds are quite finished," the woman said, her voice dry, "we've got work to do." Luca chuckled, shaking his head as he opened his door. "Sofia," he said, "meet Vivian Blackwood. Former CIA operative, current information broker, and the closest thing I have to a fairy godmother." As Sofia stepped out of the car, she felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. They were about to dive headfirst into a world of danger and intrigue, with no guarantee of success or survival.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Different from the fear, the loneliness, the despair, the pain and the agony. This one felt right, like it had always been there waiting to be unlocked. He licked his lips raking his teeth through the lower lip. Spade's eyes zeroed in on that single action, as he felt his hands twitch beside him but that was not the only thing that twitched. It was only for a second but he felt it, his third leg, twitched. It was almost not noticeable but he noticed it, he felt it and it made him swallow and almost stumble back but he kept his comportment.

I thought for a moment and then added, "I'm sorry for your loss." He nodded, his smile fading. "Thank you. His name was Rex Dixon. I knew him for many years." He turned his attention down the corridor. "He didn't deserve to die that way." "No one does," I replied. Although I already cared very much for Xander and Elias, I couldn't help but wonder if being here was a mistake.

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

Hilda was relieved to hear the hint of relief in Boma's voice. "You're welcome." "Thank you for your time, Hilda." Donovan said and ended the call. He handed the phone to Boma. "Put up your call log for that day, right now." He commanded. Boma, with trembling hands, presented her call history to Donovan, who examined the log. After a moment of scrutiny, he begrudgingly acknowledged the evidence. In an unexpected twist, Hilda emerged as the unsung hero of the moment, inadvertently rescuing Boma from Donovan's impending wrath through her instinctive recollection.

“Not yet. We’ve kept them separate, but they’ve both asked for a lawyer. Until they arrive you know we can’t talk to them.” “So, you got nothing out of them?” “No, as soon as they were taken into interrogation they asked for a lawyer.” “Do you know who is going to represent them?” “Logan...” Amelia paused. “Please.” “Gideon Davenport has been called in.” “Are you kidding me!” Rage fuelled inside me. He was the biggest scumbag lawyer of all of them. He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges.

The crowd shifted, necks craning toward the source of the shout. A man pushed his way to the front—broad-shouldered, middle-aged, with a scar cutting through his left eyebrow. I recognized him. Duncan. He ran the grain mill on the south edge of territory.

His skin was charred and red, exposing muscles and bones. “The game of Alphas is over, Duncan. You lose and I win.” Duncan gritted his teeth, struggling to stand, but only got to his knees. The crimson in his blood tried to heal him, but failed miserably. The more the tissue tries to stitch, the more it burns. “You…bastard bitch. This is not the end—“ Duncan wasn’t able to finish his words before his eyes opened wide with pain, the light fading from his orbs until they became dull. His body collapsed to the floor—dead. Behind him, Maverick stood, and in his hands was Duncan’s bloody spine.

“You’re the one who ratted us out. Traitor.” I felt him pulling my hair down until I was facing up at him. His face right now doesn’t seem like the Duncan that I once knew. He looked at me with pure hatred and disgust. “You’re the traitor. You were given the gift of the demigod and yet you refuse to use it for the sake of our people! For Lord Ylgarr!” “That old man is crazy!” I yelled and let out a scream when he kicked my injured legs. “Nobody moves or I will really kill her!” Duncan pressed the gun harder into my skull. My head started to spin as my hands clutched my bleeding legs and felt them getting warm.