James Deen Home Raided 소설 & 이야기

The feeling gnawed at the back of my mind making me even more irritated. I looked at the familiar name, then a slow tapping sound echoed through the room. Tap. Tap. The air around me turned silent but dangerous as I tapped my finger on the table. No one dared to speak in the room. Even Amanda and Nexus didn’t dare interrupt me. Again, I opened the report, then read through it again. It stated that James’s home had been searched and sealed by the military. Suddenly, my finger stopped tapping. I compared the dates again… then again, and finally, everything seemed to line up.

Power radiated off them in waves, and their sharp gazes sliced through me like they were trying to read my every thought. The realization that I was alone in a room with the country's most dangerous men, without any backup, hit me like a punch to the gut. And then my eyes flicked to the TV screen mounted on the wall. The live news broadcast showed the FBI raiding Davidson Reynolds’s penthouse—men in suits and tactical gear swarming the place. The headline blared across the bottom: “Billionaire Businessman Arrested in Massive Money Laundering Scandal.” “Close the door,” Alessandro ordered.

I thought the bed was going to break underneath us. “Take all my cum, baby.” He grunted as he exploded inside of me. His seed spilled everywhere when he pulled out. He looked like he was starved and ready to eat me. James’ POV I got James Jr’s DNA, now all I had to do was wait on the results. I decided to pay the hunters a visit. I needed to know what happened two years ago. I got in my car and drove to the house where everything changed for me. I knocked on the front door and the same blonde man who showed me the tapes answered.

He put up the phone, turned to me, and drew me into his arms, and kissed me deeply, desperately, because the world would have ended tomorrow, and he was whispering to me, but something might have been the case, I have promised you a life after. But when we sat down to wait the long wait Conti burst through the room, and was pale, and holding up his phone, breaking news alert--federal raid of our remaining New York properties, the agents swarming, and, in the background shots, Dad in his safe house being surrounded, lights flashing, the sheriff-play setting in at the very moment we were holding his daughter.

I said then I hung up before he could say more. “Fuckkkkkkkk” I just went silent just heavy breathing . The remote was on the nightstand. I clicked the power button, and the room filled with noise. The morning news channel flickered to life, bright and cheerful until the headline appeared: POLICE RAID UNDERGROUND SUPPLY NETWORK — THREE LOCATIONS RAIDED OVERNIGHT. A reporter stood in front of one of my warehouses , my fucking warehouse now wrapped in yellow tape. Trucks everywhere. Officers hauling out crates stamped with the logo of a front company I’d built to look harmless.

"This is the best show ever made Sir. You just don’t get it." I stood up, adjusting my cufflinks. "James, do we have any jobs today?" James reached into a binder and flipped through a few pages. "Shareholder meeting at noon. Camilla also has a runway meet tonight." I exhaled sharply. "And the real jobs?" James sat up straighter. "Three raids scheduled. The first one is in an hour." I grinned. "Perfect." These were the kind of jobs I lived for. “Let's move" James hesitated. "Uhm sir, shouldn't we wait for backup."

The shoot out battle between some gun men in a warehouse located near a river bank in the city has reportedly claimed the lives of a wanted criminal by the name James Logan and five other men.James escaped from prison a year ago and have gone hiding since then with no traces of him,the video of him falling from a chopper after he was shot by an unknown gun man was caught on the CCTV camera outside the warehouse yesterday,his body is yet to be retrieved and investigations regarding the issue is still ongoing.According to the deputy chief of police few hours ago when he was interviewed,he said they've already gotten a lead on the case as the face of a notorious drug dealer with the name Legola

He turned to Milo and said, “Uncle Milo, why don’t we contact the main family? They won’t ignore us, right? We’re a branch family, after all.” Milo sighed. He had not planned on contacting the main family. At this moment, a few assistants suddenly rushed in and hurriedly shouted, “Master Milo, Chairman Dunley, it’s bad! Our company, as well as the entertainment clubs and nightclubs under our management, have been raided just now!” “What?!” Milo stood up abruptly, his voice going an octave higher. He asked, “What’s going on? Didn’t you communicate with them in advance? Why is there a raid?”

She only look away for a minute and that view changes. "What is happening?" James asked confused. He was shut down by Mark and the phone went dead. He can hear commotion outside his mansion. He look on his surveillance camera and disvovered that his mansion is surrounded by military man. "Are they our men?" He said to himself but the the look of their stance they are in an assault position.. Then he hear footsteps and a force banging the door of the library. "Mr James Arnaldo! open up we have a warrant for you.!" The voice that commends respect reached him and he shivers but sweat profusely.

he pointed at the door. “Harbouring a criminal is a crime. Maybe you two would like to share a cell?” “What are you talking about?” he frowned. “Don’t act surprised.” I clenched my teeth. “Start talking.” he walked off to the lounge he had stopped me from going earlier as I followed him. “James is a wanted man for stealing evidence from an open investigation. Harming two colleagues and vandalizing,” I laughed, shaking my head, “He didn’t vandalize but he blew a wall at the station. Destroying more evidence when he escaped.”