Kc Undercover Brett Novels & Stories

“This is all yours to have and to control.” The door to his side opened and as he stepped out of the car, he was immediately assaulted with the flashes of blinding lights and protruding microphones, the reporters screamed out their questions and tried to break through the human barrier made up of the body guards, holding the people back. Chester walked fast and kept his head low, the dark shades he had on and the nose mask he wore covered most of his face, his deep dark hair, gelled to the back in a sleek fashion greatly complemented his looks, now, he was totally different from the Chester who ran the coffee shop. Now, he was Chester Hunt, the reclusive billionaire and heir to the Skyline b

Aria. As I stood there, battling to keep my composure, I grappled with the devastating realization that had slammed into me mere minutes ago. This man wasn't just any Axel. He was Axel Yakov, the infamous Bratva boss I'd been assigned to bug. The very same Axel Yakov who wouldn't think twice about ending my life if he uncovered my mission. My heart hammered wildly against my ribcage, threatening to burst as fear and adrenaline coursed through my veins.

Brett nodded in acknowledgment. After bidding farewell to Carissa, Brett sprang into action. As a top private detective in the city, he possessed a unique arsenal of investigative techniques. Over time, he meticulously organized information from his past cases into a comprehensive database. Through his adept skills, even apparently disparate details from various clients could be interconnected with a simple touch of finesse. After delving into Kathy's public records, he meticulously scrutinized every aspect of her life, which had appeared uneventful until her involvement with the Harvard Group.

they are both talking pleasantly, when the door opens, Brett was furious but he had to simulate in front of Mario, although he knew that he was a manipulative and controlling man, he did not know that he had the scope that he was mistreating Camille, much less that he was drugging her, that was something only the two of them knew. “Friends how are you? “Brett comes out the door with his face of few friends. “Well, I thought you weren't going out, shall we go? The ceremony of the best designers in the world is almost starting, I'm dying to see the models” Keyra looks at him suspiciously, but he was joking, he was very much in love with that woman, who was also the queen of manipulation.

Lily was asleep on the couch with the puppy curled against her chest, but even in sleep her small hands twitched like she was ready to fight. Cedric stood behind Jax, arms crossed so tight his muscles ached, while Gianni paced the room like a caged tiger ready to tear through the walls. “Give me something,” Cedric demanded, voice rough. “Anything on this piece of shit.” Jax’s fingers flew across the keys, multiple windows open on her screens. “Brett isn’t Brett. Real name Dmitri Volkov. Ex-CIA. Disavowed after a black-site operation in Eastern Europe went sideways eight years ago. He’s been working as a freelance fixer ever since. Plays every side. Skims from everyone. Vanishes before the bo

“He and I were friends, then he went off to school and we lost touch. I saw him at my brother's place one day and asked him how he knew my brother. That's when he told me he went to law enforcement school and was undercover trying to take my brother down with three others.” “And how did you get him to talk so easily?” Alex asked the question we were all wondering about. “Oh, he and I went out for drinks one night and he told me. Asked if I was willing to help him take him down.” “And you agreed? Just like that?” “Once I found out what was really happening, it opened my eyes. All his money, way more than what our family has, his private jet, and his disappearing. I knew there had to be someth

Every nerve in my body is trembling in anticipation, quivering as I hold my breath, willing to give him anything… everything… if he’ll satisfy this ache. But if I let him, how betrayed would Bruce feel? How much more would Ryder tighten his twelve-year grip on my body? How much more of my soul would he steal? After a mere hour in Ryder’s presence, I’m already too entangled. As much as my body wants him, what I need is a new trainer so I can keep my head on straight, tackle my first undercover mission, and save my friend. Closing my eyes, I draw in a shaky breath, then utter the one word I hope I won’t regret. “Kettle.”

Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover. Either ways, it doesn't sound good. If he realises more about you, you could be in danger, or worst, he could hurt mum. She turned abruptly her look back to normal. Nonchalant. "What were we doing again? " She asked. "You were telling me how great a friend I am. " He said and she rolled her eyes. "You wish. We're not friends. Remember, I have a reputation to keep. " She said sitting back on the couch and trying her best to remain calm.

His usual energy is sunny and annoying but instead this one is dark and unpredictable. Who is the real Keith Anderson? The sunny guy or this cynical one? What are his intentions? Oh my God he knows my sister's damn it! "You must have many questions about me right? I'll answer them one at a time, go ahead and ask." He said with dominance. "Who are you?" "I'm Keith, you know that. But what you don't know is that I'm Keith Anderson Malloy." He answered. Malloy? Why does that sound oddly familiar?

’ Kate came into the room, looking accusingly at the pair. ‘Brett came home with me last night and then couldn’t get a taxi back to his place. He slept on the sofa. I knew you wouldn’t mind.’ From the look on Kate’s face, it was obvious that she did mind and she’ was about to burst forth when Ashton himself came into the room. He glanced at his sister and took in the whole scene. Brett with his arm round Kerrien’s shoulder, her blushing embarrassment, the anger on Kate’s face completing the story. Obviously, Brett had spent the night and Kate had discovered them both. “I expect they told you the news,’ Ashton said wearily.