Kc Undercover Brett Novels & Stories

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?

He put the kettle on and made them both coffee. They sat side by side on the sofa, Brett with a gentle arm still resting protectively round Kerrien’s shoulders. They talked, for the first time without any pretences, without either trying to impress the other. Kerrien, for the second time on that astounding evening, was surprised at this new side she saw to Brett. Perhaps she had been wrong in her judgement of him. He wasn’t quite the stereotyped Aussie surfer she had imagined. With parents like Lennie and Margaret, how could he be just another playboy? “Thanks, Brett,’ she said gratefully, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

His arms encircled her again like a fortress, his chest a solid wall of heat at her back. Aria leaned into him, her bare skin slick against his, her body relaxed but her senses sharp. “Talk to me, Mason,” she whispered, the steam curling around them like smoke. “What’s bothering you?” His thumb traced slow circles along her arm, but his eyes… they were locked on the ripples forming in the rising water, as if trying to decode a reflection that wouldn’t come. “We found the one who hired the truck driver,” he finally said, voice low and bitter. “Jude Brecker. Beta of Elliot. Operates in the shadows, that's why not many knew about him. Does the dirty work no one else will.”

Brett immediately placed a call across to Amy but Amy didn't answer cause his number was displayed as an unknown number in Amy's phone. He immediately sent a message to her saying, "Hey, this is Brett, Mr. Broderick's personal assistant. We need to talk and it's urgent." A few seconds after Brett's message sent, Amy's call came through to his phone and he answered it," Mr. Brett, where are you?" "At B Hotel, can you come over?" "Aren't the Alessandro's Clan having a meeting at their VVIP Hall of B Hotel? I don't want anyone of them to see me. Can we meet somewhere else?" Amy asked.

He knows better than to give me these. “What the hell was that for?” Kade asks. “That was for giving me a huge fucking hickey asshole,” I tell him. “I don’t remember hearing you complain about it last night.” He says. “Not the point,” I reply. I am pretty sure Brett just inhaled his coffee wrong. I also hear laughing from behind me. I turn to see Kristian and Camden. Oh if this bastard says one thing I am going to break his damn nose. Kristian has a smirk on his face but says nothing. He is the smart one. Camden not so much.

Understanding flashed in her eyes as she leaned into my touch. “Yes… I’m okay. I was so scared earlier babe, thank you for taking care of that.” I raised my eyebrows at this. She’s clearly a better actress than I thought. Clearing his throat, the minister said, “Well, now that the disturbance has been taken care of, I think we can move on to the business of the day.” I could hear the congregation behind me murmuring in low tones. I had no doubt that this story would make its way to the front pages of every seedy tabloid in the state. I would have to get Carmen to handle it.

Zero sense of self preservation. The footsteps kept coming closer and I mentally prepared myself for defense. An uppercut maybe? That sounded deadly and enough to stun the enemy. That was settled but it brought me to my next question, what exactly is an uppercut? I crouched there, praying and hoping for the best when the footsteps stopped a few inches before me. “Come on now, how many times have I told you not to put on those blasted earbuds when working, especially during dinner?” I summoned courage and looked from my hiding spot to find someone who was dressed like a chef talking to another person who I assumed to be one of the servants. The chef had his back turned to me, covering his fac

My eyes open wide and I ask, "WE?" Then from behind me I hear, "Yes, WE." I turn to see Brad standing in the doorway, completely naked, his identical cock sticking straight out, rigid as steel. He walks towards me saying, "We planned this, Brett and I. Him faking being drunk, getting in the wrong room, laying there "passed out" to see what you would do." Brett says, "Yes, we both had a crush on you, but didn't know how to bring it up without causing problems."

it felt familiar somehow. I'm so lost in thought that I almost miss them until it's too late. "Well, well. Look what we have here." Brett steps out from behind a pillar, flanked by two other guys I recognize as Ivan's usual crew. My stomach drops. Brett has always been the worst of Ivan's betas - cruel where Ivan is calculating, stupid where Ivan is strategic. "Where's your protection now, omega?" Brett sneers, cracking his knuckles. The word hits me like a physical blow. "I'm not—"

"Please read it, Miss Bradbury." Blanche took a deep breath, knowing this wasn't going to be easy. "Channel One, the state-controlled Russian television outlet, aired a segment calling it a bizarre suicide and asked, What was Kieran Brett so afraid of? Next, the presenter raised the question: Could he have made a mistake in the case of the traitor? Finally adding that according to the British authorities, this question is not relevant." Blanche immediately apologized to Caroline Brett. "It's not your fault, Miss Bradbury."