Fisher Catherine Incarceron Novels & Stories

A hacker like… Allison Carter. …… Allison's POV There are things that happen, that make you feel like you're having a fever dream. One of such things is Rachel Fisher showing up in my office to ask for my help. Catherine is scheming to become Luna and endangering the pack, she says, so she needs my help to get rid of her. "If you can use your tech skills to find out her secrets," she is saying, "I can reveal them to Lady Evelyn and make her withdraw her support from Catherine. Then Catherine can be punished for her actions."

"Look, we can work this out," "Get Mrs. Ashcroft out of here." I ordered, keeping my eyes fixed on Vincent. "Be gentle with her. She's confused and frightened." "Yes, sir." Two of my men moved toward the cage, speaking in low, soothing tones to Catherine as they worked the lock while Vincent watched, his face going pale as he realized I hadn't come to negotiate. Catherine looked around the warehouse with frightened, cloudy eyes, not understanding where she was or why, and rage ignited in my chest so hot and consuming I had to force myself to stay still and not cross the space to put my hands around Vincent's throat right then.

“How so?” Mr. Buckly took a deep breath and looked at Mr. Zane. He cleared his throat and took over. “Ms. Catherine has no connection to Mr. Adam, Mr. Devan, or Mr. Elio. We looked through her files and they say that she was in the military and she served for a few years then was sent back from the war in Afghanistan. It is likely that her lawyers will play on the fact that she is a veteran and that this is a first offense, even if it was a serious one. They might also claim that she is suffering from PTSD. That might hold but we don’t know how the judge will take it.”

Catherine said through gritted teeth. Mary was confident about her victory. “Haha… Who else could it be? Of course, it’s you. Can’t you see that I’m being released without any repercussions? Do you think you have what it takes to fight against me? Why don’t you take a look at yourself? You’re nothing. If I want you in jail, you’ll be in jail.” “Oh,” Catherine snorted coldly. Very soon, the police officers escorting Catherine became impatient and pushed her forward. “Stop talking and move it,” one of them said annoyedly as he shoved Catherine.

She'd watched her daughter's marriage collapse and her daughter die and had attended the funeral in appropriate black and gone back to her life. Now I sat in a courtroom and waited. The foreperson stood. Guilty on four of six counts. Federal financial conspiracy, obstruction of justice, wire fraud, and the charge that mattered most, conspiracy to obstruct a criminal investigation through fraudulent psychiatric proceedings. Not guilty on two lesser counts. Marcus exhaled slowly beside me. Rebecca's hand briefly covered mine on the table. I felt very quiet inside. Not the hollow quiet of the first life. Something cleaner. Catherine stood when the judge spoke to her directly. She turned once, b

As she reached the living room, three guards walked into the room. “Seize her.” Catherine commanded. The guards did as told. Ms. Shaw panicked, trying to free herself. “What do you think you are doing? You are going to jail soon. You can't do anything to me.” Catherine slowly strode towards her, gripping her chin tightly. “You’re right. I am going to jail.” “But I will need someone to accompany me.” She shoved her face off, and turned to the guards. “Take her to the station. I’m charging her with repeated theft of expensive and sensitive item.”

Then I tore the trafficking network open in front of the council—and the alliance moles who had leaked councilors' personal data with them. After that, every evening after work I went to the hospital and stared at Oscar through the glass of his room. Pack business landed on me too. Mark and I worked nonstop, holding the line against the members who started circling the moment they heard Oscar was down. Catherine—after she was exposed in front of Oscar that day—couldn't take it. She lost her mind. She was in a long-term care facility now. Two weeks later, Oscar was moved into a regular room. He still wasn't waking up.

“Who the fuck—” My bullet shut him up, and the others were quickly taken out by Remo and Rowan. We ran up another flight of stairs and entered another corridor. We passed a few steps when Maxim walked out of one of the rooms and raised his hands in surrender. “Like I said, I'm on your side,” he reminded as he walked toward us. Rowan and I exchanged looks. “Where's Catherine?” I asked. Maxim grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. “I'm not sure… She was in the western part, in the prison cells, but…”

At midnight when Catherine and Kayla were fucking their brains out, Catherine got a text from a strange number. "READY TO DO ANYTHING, MISS FISHER? COME TO MY OFFICE BY 8AM PROMPT" After a shower to wash away all the cum and pussy juices, Catherine read the message and knew exactly who it was. She could not bring herself to sleep even with Kayla laying right beside her, until her alarm rang 6:30. Catherine took another quick shower and then ran out of the house with the speed of light. She would do whatever it took to get her grade reversed.

"Yes?" "Richard Sloane, attorney for Catherine Hart. My client wishes to make an offer. She's willing to drop all hostility, provide financial resources for your shelter, use her connections to help acquire supplies. In exchange, she wants guaranteed shelter space for herself, Jessica, Marcus, and Vanessa Cole with the baby." "Catherine's been charged—" "My client is out on bail. Regardless of legal proceedings, she has resources you need and family members she wants to protect. She's asking for a meeting. Tomorrow. 10 AM at her estate. Full cooperation, no tricks."