Gta 5 Wade Novels & Stories

“If I find out you had any hand in this—any hand at all—I will end you right here. Do you understand me?” Reed didn’t answer. His jaw flexed, but no sound came. “I asked you a question!” Wade’s fist slammed down on the armrest of the chair, making it rattle. “Did you help them? Did you?” The only response was a wet, rattling cough. Blood flecked Reed’s lips. “Pathetic old man,” Wade muttered, straightening up. “You’re not even worth killing.” From the shadows, Ace spoke again, softly this time. “Boss, let us handle this. We’ll track Kathrina. We’ll—”

He walked over and said. Wade used to be a sensible person in Grafton's Empire, but because he had secretly misappropriated public funds, he was sent to the Cold Palace by Archie. Wade shook his head hard and roared angrily, "Yoseph! I am not targeting you today. The person I want to kill is Archie. I want Archie to see his beloved woman die in my hands. I want to kill him." Emma was startled when she heard that this criminal wanted to kill Archie.

"We won't let the police take you away, Wade. We just want you to come back." "I don't belong here." "Where is your father, Wade?" Eve asked softly. "Where is your mother?" A tear dropped from his eyes and he shook his head. "Dad gambled. Suicide... And Mum was sick... She passed away." "Wade..." Eve wiped her tears. "Do you know how hard I worked, Evelyn? I worked hard for many years to come to this city. To get my revenge."

If I can accumulate a little power in the gang in a few years, I’ll look for an opportunity to kill that bastard Andre too! He was feeling happy and complacent when he suddenly heard Andre shouting from the inside, “Mr. Wade, you’ve already lost all of your chips! How are you going to continue playing with me?” Gopher was astounded. “Holy shit! He lost everything so soon?!” He pushed the room door open and strode in the room, and asked worriedly, “Boss, Mr. Wade! What’s going on?”

he paused stopping in front of his car, he looked back up at the building, the same one he'd just stepped out from, if Garcia wanted to play, then he was ready to play with him. "That favour you owe me, I'm ready to call it in now" he muttered before getting pulled open his car door and entered inside, shutting it with a thud. **** Nate sat in the makeshift office he'd been assigned to since Tuesday at Spade's club, today he was kind of alone, after Matteo had dropped him off at the club he left immediately, and the man he'd been holed up with since Tuesday just left now, said he had something to do.

Only then can you strike. Gunner’s wolf, Maddox, padded forward slightly, his neon-yellow eyes reflecting both caution and impatience. “We can’t just sit here waiting while those things circle us,” he muttered through the mindlink to Chelsea and Cheyenne, though the tone held a note of agreement.

"I'm heading over right now." "Wade, where are you going?" Mandy asked. "There's a new lead. Tia might've been murdered." He stormed out, rage flaring. "And if I find out who did this, I'll tear them apart." I glanced at Mandy, and for a second, she looked... freaked out. What was that about? Could she have something to do with my death? When Wade got there, he watched the footage, but the person on-screen was impossible to make out. They had a helmet, baggy work pants, a big jacket—basically a walking blur with zero details.

I saw one of Jade's men advancing towards me and tried to pull the trigger, but I quickly shot him before he had the chance, idiots, just like their master. I saw one of our car driving towards us as the idiots decided to blow up the one I came with, the van my men came with was hidden, so they had no access to that one, I quickly got in and the driver turned the car and started driving us away from the place, I was still throwing shots through the window because it seemed like we were doing a chase.

Looks like they haven't gotten their numbers back. Finally looking straight ahead, my eyes landed on a familiar, tall, lean man, with a tattoo of the Calaveros symbol on his neck; Wade. His bloodshot eyes watched my every step, as he grinned maliciously. Wade was definitely looking much worse, than the last time I saw him. Oh! I could still see burn marks on his face. I could tell from how he stood, that he was trying so hard to appear intimidating, to exude dominance and make me cower. It was quite laughable.

"Do you have a photo of the plate number?" "Negative." "A factory… That was what I had been looking for—except I’d been searching for ones that are isolated and abandoned, suspicious-looking places where criminals usually lurk." "Give me the address." "Okay. Sent to your phone. Where are you going?" Jessica looked surprised as Wade broke into a sprint. "Work. Thank you, Jessica!" he called. "Why are you thanking me?" she muttered, watching him run to his car and drive off. ---