Novel & Cerita Mcu The Incident

I said while still laughing. "He was aggressive. Another reason is, he is a freaking mafia." I finally stopped laughing. I looked her straight in the eyes, looking if she was kidding or not. But, she looked deadly serious. "I saw him earlier that night having a business deal related to guns with our regular customer. My other co-workers knew him and that is how I found out that he is a freaking mafia. People like him are dangerous, you know. They work on the black market and in the underworld. Someone like him is a kind of heartless criminal. I can't risk my life even if this seems pointless and going nowhere. I still love myself." She said before she finished her food.

Aukey expression grew dim. "Did it get to the Mack securities?" "No sir but they...There was an ambush,it was deadly sir,I heard there might be no survivors" "Get to the point Micheal"Aukey snap. "Xander Mack and his wife was the victim sir"Aukey felt a bang in his head,shock and fear grip him. --- --- "What?" Micah scream from his office. "No survivors?What the hell are you saying?Get them out,Get the whole force working,are you insane?"The door of his office burst open which made him suck back his anger.

“What.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. Marcus held my gaze. “There was an incident,” he said. Everything inside me stilled. “Where.” He hesitated for half a second. Then— “At the location we traced her to.” The words landed clean. My grip tightened slightly around the phone. “What kind of incident.” “Two men,” he said. “They forced entry.” The air shifted around me. “And?” I asked. “They were intercepted before extraction.” Extraction.

I was discarded to the side like trash, stripped of all dignity. In despair, I turned my head, and that was when I saw Mona, who'd been nowhere to be seen until now. She was hurrying over, half a peanut shell still stuck to the corner of her mouth. Thinking she'd come to help me, I stretched out my hand toward her, signaling for her to call 911. Mona finally reached me. However, instead of helping, she swatted my hand away. She pulled out a new phone. Ironically, it was the one I'd given her just last week.

Rodriguez said, but he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "What's just a coincidence?" I demanded. "What happened in July 2019?" Neither of them answered. They were both staring at each other, Rodriguez's hand finding Marcus's and squeezing tight, like they needed the physical contact to ground themselves. "Marcus," I said, and my voice was pure authority now, the voice I used when I needed absolute obedience. "Tell me what happened in July 2019." Marcus closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked defeated. "There was an incident. Five years ago. July 2019. Do you remember?"

"On the other hand, Mango felt upset. Although she wasn't clear about the relationships and hatred of the past generation, she felt sorry because of what had happened to Barack and Mckenzie. " "Then, she gently patted Mckenzie's hand and whispered, ""Everything will be fine.""" "Yeah, you're right. By the way, what about Benny Powell?" He's dead. "Mckenzie was stunned as she never expected this to happen. Then, mixed emotions flashed in her eyes before she finally became calm again." "After that, no one said anything else anymore." "Soon, the car drove into the downtown area." "There was a series of security checks along the way, and everyone in the car started to tense up again."

Ryan shot Marcus. Nadia’s hand tightened slightly on my arm. “Calm down, Monique,” she said softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. They’re here to help.” I nodded slowly. “Go ahead.” “Can you walk us through what happened?” the second officer asked, pulling out a notebook. I swallowed. And just like that, it all came rushing back. The music. The crowd. The gunshots. I sat down and told them everything. Every detail and every moment.

"...a stunning and terrifying sequence of events unfolding at the Mercer estate in the Hamptons..." I broke the kiss, my pitch-black eyes immediately snapping toward the massive flat-screen television mounted on the far wall. Graham had left it on a rolling news network, the volume muted. But in our heated distraction, someone—perhaps a nurse checking the vitals monitor outside the door—had accidentally triggered the audio sync. Thea turned her head against her pillows, her dark eyes widening as she stared at the screen. The glaring red banner at the bottom of the broadcast read: MERCER CONSPIRACY UNCOVERED: ARRESTS MADE.

Emma repeated it but didn't look at Jake or Mike. "Fine." Mike then came out with Jake a few moments later. "What's the problem with you? Why is she always offending you?" Jake grumbled at Mike, who could only shrug his shoulders. Suddenly, a policeman came running towards Mike and Jake, still walking out of the building. "Detective Emerson, There's a strange case at a Brooklyn hospital. A patient went berserk and bit some people. And Vincent Cox was there!" The police reported to them. "What did you say?" Mike was surprised and quickly ran to the car.

Two weeks after Marcus's death, the police closed the case. Self-defense. Multiple witnesses. Clear evidence of Marcus's crimes. No charges filed. No investigation into the Devil's Reign MC. We were free. Legally and otherwise. But freedom came with a price. The club was fractured. Divided. Half wanting Colt back as president. Half wanting me to stay. We needed to address it. Together. I called a full church meeting. Everyone. Including Colt. Fifty members packed into the clubhouse. Tension thick enough to cut.