Freedom Planet Spade Novels & Stories

“Which Spade is her bodyguard?” Sigma Spades were my knights. They were several levels higher than any elite warrior. My eyes snapped open. “No one.” I released the bar and dropped to my feet. Both men narrowed their baffled eyes and slowly arched their brows. I grabbed a white towel and wiped the sweat off my chest and neck. “What if she hopped on a plane and flew off to the Arabian Desert?” Tank panicked. “She doesn’t have that kind of money,” I said flatly, wiping my face.

"I really want to know on what basis you're saying these things. If you don't have any, I advise you to speak less to avoid bringing disaster upon yourselves," Linus said, his eyes filled with coldness as he looked at them. Hudson then said, “While Matthew and Charlie went to look for you, Koven, Hugh, and I had already visited the headquarters of Spades. "Alice had his tendons severed a few years ago, so he can't manage the organization anymore. This has never been made public, but Mr. Zimmer somehow got wind of it and started his plan to seize power.

I huffed, peering up at the glowing moon above. ‘What kind of sick joke is this, Moon Goddess? Really? Declan? I don’t mind not having a mate. I don’t need a man to complete me, much less the bastard who was the reason I lost everything in the first place.’ “Penny for your thoughts,” Spade asked, materializing beside me from the darkness of the forest behind the cabin, one of the many safe houses I owned. I didn’t hear him coming, but I sensed him before he made himself known.

Spade likes to mess around and is easy to be around but like Killer, his blue eyes and easy-going nature is just a mask. He can snap a guy's neck in less than ten seconds. I've witnessed his murderous nature. He was kicked out of the squad a year ago due to unstable mental behavior. And branded too dangerous for missions. At 29 he’s a retired USA veteran and a full pledged contract sniper for the club. We don't believe he is unfit for work. We all know that he faked the whole thing to get off the squad. It was his grandmas dying wish. “As I was saying,” Venus continues, “She deserves to be a member, but that doesn't mean we got to just hand it to her. Plus, I think psychologically a job and

Regardless of the fact that the guy was ripped and built like a war machine, his voice was warm and soft. “Jaylen?” I asked and he nodded enthusiastically “We're here to get you out, we're not with these other guys. Think of us like the police.” The blonde man huffed and pulled out a cigarette. “Jaylen owes me his life and his left ball.” Spade, his name was spade. “Some minutes ago, Spade led Rachael to our van and she's on her way to Nathan. Your security is tighter so we need to blow some heads off. Drink this, I know you're thirsty, I would be too. And eat this…”

“He’s a—” “Deep undercover,” Spade said, wrapping his arm around me. “That woman is Terzo’s handler, Kelsey Adams.” I stared at him. “Have you known about him before?” “No. Just figured when he didn’t shoot you.” I took a deep breath and shuddered. I felt like even my soul was traumatized. “Please don’t kiss me with that mouth.” “I will brush my teeth, wash my mouth with a gallon of mouthwash and antiseptic. Happy?” He tightened his arms around me.

I watched as his entire body tensed. “Fuck,” he cursed loudly, slamming the phone onto the counter before snatching it up again and dialing a number. “How the fuck did he find out now?” His voice was sharp, lethal. I could barely make out the other person’s response, but Adrian’s next words made my blood run cold. “Okay, I want you to hack into the main systems of Spades. Find the fucking spy.” Then, he switched to Italian. He spoke fast… too fast, his words thick with anger. I tried but struggled to keep up, only catching bits and pieces.

It became evident that this was something they had spent a long, long time talking about amongst themselves. "I have heard you and I understand all you have said," I said when they had all finished talking. "You have all made valid points, but listen. I have been a part of the human world for over four years now. I have established myself there, forged relations with the humans and earned their trust. I have a vast network that feeds me information, a network that the best spies from our pack will not be able to replicate in a long, long time. I just need a little more time to track these people before I return the pack." "But how long, Alpha?" Adrian asked.

*bang* Nine. He watched the pilot closely. (Note; they are still under free fall and all this explanation occurred in only a little above a minute - from the first gunshot to the plane explosion to ninth gunshot.) Charlie, with the fuelled jet pack -which by the way, looked like any regular backpack - saw Spade try pull the trigger a couple more times before realizing he had no bullets left in the magazine. Spade quickly tried to reload but Charlie was not going to let this chance go.

he asked Kaiser. “Hold on – “ Spade spoke as he took out a needle from wherever it was. “Whoa, whoa!” Shane exclaimed as he looked at the needle with his eyes wide in shock. “Why do you have that?! Where did you get that? Also… what are you going to do with it?!” he asked, panicking, as he immediately pulled the unconscious Stelle into his arms. “Waking him up.” Spade answered. “What?! With that needle?!” Shane exclaimed.