Golden Shadow Freddy Novels & Stories

“Now.” Jake clenched his jaw tightly before slowly opening the door and stepping out. The hidden bag pressed dangerously against him beneath his sweatpants as he smoothened his sweatshirt. One wrong movement, one suspicious shift and he would have his brain all over his cell wall, as Aaron would say it. “Hands on the hood, please," Gordon said as he placed his phone into his pocket. Jake nodded, obeying immediately. He turned and dropped his hands against the hood, feeling the rainwater on the car cling coldly to his fingers as Gordon patted him down carefully.

“Boss….oh sorry!” “It’s okay Frank, what is it?” She ran a hand over her face, probably trying to stop the redness, but it wasn’t helping. “We have a problem.” Angel walked to the window and looked over her club, quickly spotting the problem. A drug deal was going down, and by the attire the two boys were in, these weren’t her men. Damian watched her eyes as the golden hue of a lover changed to an almost light brown of anger, the boss coming out.

June cried out instinctively. In danger, June's first thought was of Frederick. Frederick's blood ran cold as he watched from afar. Isabella's swiftness had caught him off guard, and he was too distant to intervene immediately. Desperation fueling his every step, Frederick sprinted toward the women. June's life was hanging by a thread! But he was a step too late. The knives had already struck the women! The three women were ashen-faced, and Frederick looked pale. Just as all hope seemed lost, a blinding golden light burst forth from June. The attackers felt their blades meet an unyielding force as if the light had transformed into solid steel.

The shark lord grunted, dropping a pile of notes on the table and Fredrick grinned. "Okay, I drop this back for it!" Fredrick muttered, dropping the dollars and phone on the table. The game started and soon Fredrick won again. He smirked darkly taking all his benefits from the table, putting it inside a bag. Meanwhile, a masked shadow was leaning behind a wall watching them secretly while sipping a drink. "It over, I need to go!" Fredrick stood up clutching his bag tightly to himself and he walked away from them. The stark lord hit the table slightly, his jaws clenching.

The man gulped at the sight of the boxes of gold. He had a greedy look in his eyes. "Who exactly are you?" He felt a deep respect for Frederick. After all, Frederick was able to get boxes of gold, which added up to three billion dollars in value, transported here with a single phone call. He had to be someone extraordinary. "Do I need to tell you who I am?" Frederick asked coldly. "Not at all! Give me the gold worth three billion dollars, and I'll immediately disappear from your sight. I won't ever show up again!" The man grinned, nodding eagerly.

“It's legit. He's not fucking with us. How did you get these off the bank?” “There's a lot of ways to make something happen you don't need to tell everyone your secrets and there's a reason why I'm selling this because you'd be making a great fortune off this.” Frederic uttered thinking about seeing his son back on his feet. He wouldn't think of any other thing, he hated why he spent all the money he made from the gold on his wants. “Alright then, we're giving you the price you gave us. It's four million in there, nice doing business with you.” Frederic stared at the leader in his eyes, staring at the sword tattoos that they all had. He was impressed that he made a deal with a Russian gang.

Stands over me bleeding out on the floor. "I told you. I told you this is where it ends." He picks up the silver knife. "But I'm merciful. I'll make it quick." He raises the knife. Aims for my heart. This is it. This is how I die. Then Freya crashes back into the room. Half-shifted. Her wolf partially emerged. Eyes glowing gold. Feral. Desperate. Powerful beyond her training. She slams into Asher. Knocks him off his feet. The knife goes flying.

I said, willing my erection to calm down. We were here to work, not get laid on the Shadow’s dime. Sunny was the priority. Hell, Godfrey not taking off my head was the priority, always remember that! I was fucking terrified of him, everyone should be. You don’t live as long as he has without being the baddest asshole around.