Kc Undercover Brett Novels & Stories

As he reached the intersection, Felix noticed a black car parked by the roadside. Inside, a man in a leather jacket sat waiting, his expression unreadable. It was Kevin, the informant who had been helping Felix gather information about Rudolf. Felix turned off his engine and stepped out. The cold air immediately stung his skin, but he ignored it. Under the light drizzle, Kevin also exited his car, and they faced each other at the side of the road. "Felix," Kevin greeted briefly, pulling up the collar of his jacket against the chilly wind. "I have news."

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“I still don’t know why you’re doing this or whatever it is you’re plotting.” “I guess you’ll find out.” Brett revved the car engine to life and pulled out of the driveway. While we drove, my curiosity grew about this family his investigator found, so I thought of asking just to make the atmosphere less awkward. Brett and I weren’t close, and I knew what he did to Rafe in the past, which gave me more reason to not let my guard down. “You said you know them, the people we’re meeting today.” “I do.” “Who are they?”

I question him. Brett tightens his grip on him. “Answer her, now.” He growls. “It’s Rebecca; she got in my head. Once I rejected her, she made me promise that I would still do anything she wanted. She had a handle on me. You know I stand by my promises.” “You keep your promises to everyone but me, I see. That night I saved you, you promised me that you would fight to climb the ranks again.” I tusk as I watch him squirm under Brett’s hold. “So even in her death, you are doing her bidding?” I confirm. “Yes.” Panic washes over his face; he knows I can read him like a book.

'' Brett laughed, walking in. He was in his midnight blue pajamas as he sat in front of a computer, powering it up. He waited for a few minutes before logging in. ''I should say the same for you.'' Remus laughed. ''Me? You know i sleep early so i would wake up this time to do my job.'' he chuckled. ''So… i went to the brotherhood coven…'' Remus said. Brett had been meaning to ask him that and now that he brought up the issue first, he was quite glad. He wanted to know everything that had happened.

The image of her thoughts rocks my brain, along with other parts. Brett isn't looking so good this morning. In lieu of my absence, I had my warriors entertain our guest. I see he now has bite marks covering him. Kota is growling his apporavl at me "Good morning, Brett," I say to him, sitting in the chair in front of his cell. "Fuck you," He returned and received and backhand from Benny. "That is rude, Brett," I said as Jake brought the jump box down the stairs. "Hook one cable on each of his balls," I told Benny. Old Brett lit up like a damn Christmas tree when I threw the juice to his genitals.

Kerry had acted like she didn't care about all the drama, but he knew inside she had to be pleased that her enemies were finally getting their comeuppance. The asshole's business had started to dwindle, and Kyle hadn't had to lift a finger to do it. He knew just what he was doing when he started investing in some of the businesses around town and opening new job opportunities for the out-of-work men and women. It wasn't hard to shift those loyalties-people were people, after all. Just after the babies were born, the asshole had packed up and left after asking for a divorce. There were rumors of paternity tests and a scandal that was sure to keep tongues wagging for months. Kyle was already t

The way he did everything. Brett operated out of a small office in Chelsea. Third floor of a building that had seen better decades. No sign on the door. No name anywhere. The kind of setup that said I find people who don't want to be found and I prefer nobody finds me either. Marcos had found him in forty eight hours. He stood outside the building on a Tuesday morning with a coffee he didn't drink and watched how Brett arrive at eight seventeen. Unhurried. That kind of man who had moved through the world like he had already know most of what it might throw at him.

The AC is on and the drinks are now cold. “Who was the one you rescued?” She asked. “That’s May. The redhead is Kiara… Brett’s mate. We rescued her from the villa where they kidnapped omegas and put them on auction.” She froze. “She's undercover and so are her sisters,” Reid said as Hannah sighed. Reid checked her hands as she wore the engagement ring. He kissed her and sniffed it, as she stopped him. “Do I smell bad?” “No,” She pressed her lips. “Let me wipe you off.”