Finding Carter 2 Novels & Stories

Carter After the meeting and knowing that the men who tried to kill me were now having a conversation with the devil, it made me more relieved, but I would only be completely happy when I saw that joint from hell in flames, I never thought about destroying them, even after everything that's happened to me, but if he wants a war, he should know by now that I'm not a man to back down. I'm going to have Hernandes hire more security guards for my house and I want some to stay on my properties. What happened to Dell Grafic cannot happen again, because of that I will lose millions, besides having to lower the price, I will rebuild the company from scratch and it will not be cheap.

"They were not just random victims. The Carter family had extensive business dealings with both your father and Don Volkov. All three families were connected through multiple ventures. Real estate. Shipping. Import-export. The accident that supposedly killed your parents also killed the entire Carter family." Trevor paused. Took a breath. "Except for one son. Vincent Carter. He was pulled from the wreckage before the cars exploded. Only survivor." "Where is Vincent Carter now?" Grayson asked. "Living on a private estate about forty miles outside the city. Runs a farming operation. Grapes, strawberries, and other crops. He's keeping a low profile. And Boss, there is more." "What?"

He opened the door to find Mark standing with another man. “Sir, this is Fritz Carter, working at the parking area of the resort. He saw Brooklyn and the twins climb into a white Ford Mustang and leave. The car was parked at the guest parking lot so it had to belong to one of the guests,” said Mark. “Can you show the CCTV footage of the car? I want the car’s number,” said Nikolas.

"Listen, Caiah and I aren't always going to be here. I work in Seattle and he's in Korea, so we're not always here. It's best if you two live together. You can always visit Uncle Ephraim at the hospital or something. And Carter's going to give you one of his cars," "Give?!" Carter shot up in his seat. "Listen, I'm half deaf," he says pointing at his hearing aid on his right ear. "And I thought I head 'borrow'," Zeus and Caiah laughed, looking at Carter. "Listen, I ain't got a problem with you buddy, but I'm not giving you my cars. I can borrow you one now while you wait for them to buy you one. You know how to drive, right?" "Yes," Damien says.

"My wedding to Brad is next week. I do hope you’ll come." Then, so faint I almost missed it, "Don't think your little games can break me. I'm clever, too. Just you wait, Carmen. I will have my revenge." Alexander walked in at that moment, and she quickly retreated to where Brad was waiting. "Moss Corporation is operational again," Alexander informed me, his expression grim. "Hazel secured a loan and reopened in another city—just outside my immediate reach." He looked at me intently. "But Carmen, say the word, and I'll find a way. I can ruin them all over again."

“Yep. Rumors are absolutely spreading.” I tore my eyes away from Takoda's gaze. muttering, “Excellent. That’s just wonderful.” “You say that,” she muttered, shifting her weight, “but your face says emotionally compromised.” Before I could threaten her with bodily harm, a dark gray pickup pulled into the booster parking lot near the stadium entrance and Carter climbed out of the driver's side, wearing a black jacket with a gray Black Hollow Wolves logo stitched near the chest. Harmony followed my stare, her brow furrowing. “Okay, why does he always arrive like a rich villain in a CW show?”

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.

He was desperate to prove himself, to demonstrate his own appeal. Less than thirty minutes later, he sent me a video. In the dim lighting, they were holding hands. Charles's raspy voice asked, "Do you like me?" The camera shook, showing Susan sitting on his lap. They were making out passionately, and soon things escalated to something explicit. The sight made me sick to my stomach. Despite that, I saved the video. Charles, brimming with arrogance, texted. [Did you see that, Angus? I stole your credit, and I took your woman too!]

He brushed past me, his presence brushing me, like static across my skin. Outside, some guy handed him a fat envelope. Carter flipped through the bills, his face unreadable except for the little tightening of his jaw. Then he shoved it into his pocket without a word. He and I stepped outside the stadium and Carter waved at his boys. I remembered them from the night of the mayor's ball. They made some smart comments that I didn’t pay any attention to. We made it to the parking lot, and my stomach dropped. Two punks were bent over my car, siphoning gas like it was theirs.