Finding Carter 2 Novels & Stories

Carter drove towards the company. The black car had pulled out when he left the hospital and was currently following him. He dialed Flynn. "Carter, twice in one day." "Flynn, I have a problem." Flynn sat up in the seat, he was riding in, and paid close attention. "Carter, what's wrong? Details...I am still 10 minutes away." Carter switched lanes but the car continued to stay behind him. "He's following me. I can't let them get the evidence I have."

Not when he'd already shown he'd use that information to corner us. "Not today, baby. We'll play in the backyard instead." I pulled them both into a hug, held them tight. "How about we build a fort? Would you like that?" They cheered, crackers forgotten, running toward the living room to start gathering blankets and pillows. I followed, glanced at the security feed one more time. Carter was gone. His car no longer in front of my house. But I knew he wasn't really gone. Knew he'd keep pushing, keep trying, keep making my life hell until he got what he wanted or until a court made him stop.

Andrew she's “That’s where Carter comes in, back in two thousand and twelve, Carter got some information information of us being the gangs safe house, he found out by a god tier level of information fishing, an array of things, like my love for you and how I wanted a research center, and he gave your father and I a deal, if not that day when we visited them and you met Roseline– that would’ve been the last day of ours on earth; if we didn’t accept his deal he would’ve killed us”

"Take a right there. We're getting near their place." "Yes master," he mumbled good naturedly before making a right turn. It wasn't long before we stopped in front of the familiar mansion. Carter removed his seatbelt and watched me wrestle with mine. He bought this car a year ago with the help of his parents. It was okay for a first car, but the seatbelt had a love-hate relationship with me. He chuckled as he leaned over to remove the buckle. "Thanks," I said when I was free. "You should really change that damn thing. I mean what if there's an emergency right?"

Carter didn’t shower after his shift this time. Dalton came up with a plan B. He was going to play on Carter’s emotions. Carter couldn’t resist a lady in distress. None of the deputies could. Dalton would explain how worried Jackie was about Patty and could he find it in his heart to let Jackie and Dalton into Patty’s house. If Carter agreed, Dalton would call Jackie to meet them at Patty’s and Carter would let them in. Dalton would let Goldman in while no one was looking so he could talk to Patty. Lawrence and the new guy were in the showers. Dalton and Goldman didn’t have long.

"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?"

This was the largest Cartel ever, well at least in North America that was… I rose to the surface and cried out when I felt a bullet graze the side of my arm. “Fuck!” I screamed, just as somebody grabbed me and pulled me on board one of our boats. I heard choppers flying overhead and the yacht took off out of sight. But the damage was already done, we had failed our mission and now they would know we were coming for them. JAMESON POV: “The fucking cia happened!” I shouted at Ronald. “Don’t worry boss, the men will get away!” Ronald says reassuringly.

He also has Lincoln's structured face. I know he's only five but this kid has one heck of a jawline, I'll tell you that. Don't tell Ryder I said that. He might get jealous of Carter. I intertwine my hand with Carter's little hand and walk to the shopping carts. I'm about to walk up to one of them when he spots the shopping cart with a car attached to it. That one will do. I place Carter in the car and his smile stretches across his face as he wiggles in his seat.