Finding Carter 2 Novels & Stories

I glanced over at Ethan who looked as though he was seconds away from hitting the floor. “Ethan, sit down before you collapse.” He lowered himself down into one of the chairs and shook his head. “I don’t understand...Carter—” “Is clearly not as clean and innocent as we were led to believe,” I grumbled. “Yeah, but the question is, what are we going to do about it?” Carlo inquired. “Aldo, Carter’s vehicle is nowhere to be found.” My whole body went rigid. “What do you mean?”

As such, she could not go back to Carter’s place to be on the lookout anymore. At this moment, Carter was sitting in the car watching the live stream on his tablet. Then, he lifted his head to look at the entrance of Whitman Corporation. After a long while, he put down his tablet to lift his hand to push the car door open. His long and lean body stood in front of the car and then he parted his long legs to slowly approach the door of Whitman Corporation. Madeline and Jeremy were walking out hand in hand, not paying attention to the reporters following behind them.

I get nods in return. Jensen climbs in my passenger seat while I get in the driver's seat. JT and Carter get into Carter's orange 1970 Ford Torino Cobra. Sawyer, we will win you back. After all, you are the Bonnie to my Clyde. You belong with us for the rest of our lives. I just hope our obsession with her won't get her killed.

Even though it’s sitting under my skin, gnawing at me. “Yo, you see this?” A defenceman calls out from across the room. I don’t look at them, don’t really care to. My eyes stay fixed ahead at the dent while the room moves around me like I’m not even in it. “Carter just dropped Walker & Hayes.” My wolf perks up at that, my eyes wandering around the room to the shocked faces. The second the name lands, everything else clicks into place without needing to be explained. “What?” someone else asks.

Carter, he was doomed. During the day, TC tried to keep a distance from his boss. He didn't want to make her feel suffocated but he also needed to keep a close eye on her. By the time she was done, he was ready to call it a day. Even recon wasn't so boring. He was used to running around and chasing leads. Not sitting around all day and guarding somebody. They were walking out of the hotel when the sound of tires screeching filled the air. Years of training had him pushing Mrs. Carter onto the ground and shielding her body with his.

She screamed. A black gloved hand reached in. Carter saw it too late. “No!” he roared, firing again, taking down another attacker, but a second shot rang out. Bang. Carter staggered back, blood exploding from his chest. He fell to his knees, and for one horrifying second, locked eyes with Sarah. And then, he collapsed. Dead. “No… no no no.. CARTER!” Sarah screamed, lunging for him, but more hands grabbed her, two, three, four men all at once, dragging her out of the car, kicking and screaming as she thrashed against them.

I notice that both of my knees are scraped and bloody as I tug at my dress, trying to make myself somewhat presentable again. “Young Leone,” Mr. Carter calls out from the top of the hill. He’s changed into a purple silk robe and is sipping a bottle of beer. “To what do I owe the honor of this unexpected visit?” Cade walks the dogs back up the hill as a couple of security guards close in behind Mr. Carter, hands placed uneasily on the guns in their holsters. “You can tell your boys to relax, Walt. I’m unarmed,” Cade assures them as he hands over the leashes.

Carter smiled like this was all planned for his entertainment. “I’ve been wanting to meet you properly, Leo.” I swallowed. “I wish I could say the same.” He chuckled softly. “I like him,” he said, like I wasn’t standing right there. Grayson stepped forward slightly. “What do you want?” Carter’s eyes slid to him. “You already know.” Grayson’s voice went colder. “You’re not getting it.” Carter smiled wider. “Oh, I think I will.” Then he snapped his fingers. Two men dragged something forward.

Time flew, and two years passed in the blink of an eye. It was in the middle of autumn in Westchester. In the city center, the lanes of cars drove unimpeded after the morning rush. An MPV stopped outside Carter Corporation. Jacob unbuckled his seatbelt in the passenger seat, but before he could open the door and go down, he heard the sound of the rear door being opened. Then, he saw that Flint's chubby figure had already gotten out of the car and was running into the building with his short little legs.

He said sarcastically. Okay, maybe he is right. "How did I not recognize you? Your face is all over the magazines and..." I trailed off. Carter Automobiles is a well know car dealer in New York City. His designs are always top notch and well too expensive for people like myself to purchase. The last car he designed was a bomb. The media went crazy over it and well let us just say he and his car design was the hot topic in the whole of New York for like a month.