Finding Carter 2 Novels & Stories

“You can just take the second entrance. It’s actually more discreet anyway.” But the car just kept moving. They passed the second entrance… then the third. Carter’s stomach dropped. “Hey. Hey, you need to let me out now.” The driver said nothing. Carter grabbed the door handle and pulled, he realised to his horror that the door was locked. He pulled again, harder this time, his heart starting to hammer against his ribs. “Hey! Let me out!” Still nothing. “Are you serious right now?” Carter’s voice grew higher as panic clawed through him. He leaned forward and shook the driver’s seat as hard as he could. “HEY! I said let me OUT!”

Carter. *************************************************

"Because if he would know where Eve is, he would not go around Lynnwood to find her and there would be no further damages." "There is no need for that. He must be waiting around their house to wait until she comes back. But I'm sure he would stay behind if I am with her," Carter said. Carter was all serious as he led me to the garage. I thought he would use his Diavel but I was surprised when he led me to a black, shiny McLaren. And it wasn't the only supercar in their garage. They have six or seven coming from the most luxurious brands. "We will not use your Diavel?" I asked when he opened the front seat for me.

It's still kind of far to walk, but it's okay. "Is your home near the cafe?" someone asked, and I found colin walking beside me. "Hi! Three streets away from here. It's kind of far to walk. Where are you going?" I asked him. "I'll walk you home." "CARA!" someone shouted. It was Austin. He was on his motorcycle and went to us, "CARLON CALLED. YOUR DAD WAS FUMING MAD RIGHT NOW! YOU NEED TO HURRY, I'LL TAKE YOU HOME."

She stood, then pulled me up. When we got to the gate, we found Carter arguing with another guard, trying to force his way inside. His hair was held in a ponytail, his face was clean-shaven, and he was dressed in his favourite shorts. His old Chevy Camaro was still running behind him. One look at him, and the memory of falling from the balcony while trying to escape the alpha kings came rushing back. I still had questions about how the sheets suddenly tore.

She raised a single eyebrow. "Yes?" "The driver," I said, breathing fast. "Carter. He was in the office. He had a remote. He was the one managing the link before Dominic tackled him." "Carter is in our custody," Vance said. "He had nothing on him but a dead cell phone." "He had a partner," Dominic said, catching on to my play. He leaned against the car, chest heaving. "Julian didn't trust Carter alone. There was a second team in the yard. Before the helicopter arrived, a black sedan left through the north gate."

He turned his head back toward the long line of idling black luxury SUVs sitting in the middle of the road. He raised his large hand and made a quick, sharp signaling motion to the driver in the front vehicle. "Drive in without me," Luca called out loudly to his security team. "Go around to the main garage. I am going to walk in." "Yes, Mr. Carter," the driver replied instantly, bowing his head before rolling up the dark window. The three massive black vehicles immediately accelerated, moving smoothly through the large iron gates of the Carter estate. Luca didn't even watch them leave. He just turned back to me, his hand reaching down to grip the small of my back lightly, guiding me toward t

"Please don't make this more difficult than it has to be, Ella." You can bet your ass that I'm going to make this difficult, I thought. "I'm trying to keep you safe," he said. "Something that Cain clearly doesn't do a great job of." I looked out of the window as the stolen car pulled into a driveway that led up to an airplane terminal. Panicking, I began to toy with the manual lock on the car door. It had sunk down into the door itself with it had been locked from the center console of the car, but I was trying to pry it up with my fingers.

“There was one person Maria trusted. Her personal accountant. Carter Reynolds.” Caroline’s stomach twisted. She remembered Carter well. Quiet, reserved, always lingering in the background. The perfect person to keep secrets. “If anyone knows where Sarah is, it’s him,” Caroline said. “We need to find him.” *** Tracking Carter down wasn’t hard. He still operated from his luxury office downtown, pretending nothing had changed. Caroline and Ancelotti walked in, pushing past his secretary without a word. Carter looked up from his desk, his expression turning to panic the moment he saw them.

Carter cooed friendly, waving at my brothers who just looked back at him blankly. "Who is this, Ryry?" "Is he your lover?" "Why ish he in a wheewchair?" "Who is the girl in the relationship?" "Did you buy me Skittles?" Some strange emotion swirled in Carter's dark eyes and soon a wholehearted laughter escaped his sexy mouth. "Hey, boys! Uhm... This is my friend, Carter. No, he isn't my lover. And no, I didn't buy Skittles, Sky. I told you I’m not going to the shop.”