Ntr Trap Novels & Stories

"Don't move. Get under the desk. Now." I scrambled into the small space beneath the heavy desk, curling my body into a ball. It was dark and cramped. I watched through the gap as David adjusted his pants and sat back in his chair, clearing his throat. "Come in!" David called out, his voice sounding perfectly normal. The door opened, and I saw a pair of shoes walk into the room. Marcus. David’s business partner. "I thought you’d left," Marcus said, his voice coming from just a few feet away. "I saw your SUV downstairs. We need to talk about the Robert situation. The board is getting about the deal with the borders."

The small light sat next to the front camera, subtle enough that most people would overlook it. But I’m not like most people; I tend to notice things, and I’ve definitely seen that particular glow before. Real-time audio relay. Flip the right switch, and the microphone streams perfectly. Combine it with GPS shadow tracking, and you've got top-tier surveillance disguised as “safety” or “asset protection.” I didn’t need to think hard about it because I already knew who was behind this. Nathaniel. That’s his trademark, without a doubt. He’s been pulling stunts like this since college when he believed tracking his girlfriends made him cautious rather than pathetic.

The three men crouched in a corner, gripping steel pipes and baseball bats like strays waiting for a meal. The elevator reached B1. Mia dragged a suitcase behind her. Landon followed with Noah in his arms. The garage was dim. Heads down, they hurried toward the parking spots. Bang! A steel pipe slammed into a concrete pillar two yards in front of Landon. Sparks flew. Landon froze. Three figures stepped out from behind the pillar. Andy rolled his shoulders, dragging the pipe across the ground with a harsh screech. "Oh? Going somewhere? In a hurry to die?"

Then everything locked into place, like cursed puzzle pieces finally falling where they belonged. The fake fire alarm. The perfect distraction. Tessa’s disappearance. Not just Charles. Both of them. One to distract. One to strike. Two raptors hunting together. A setup. All of it had been a carefully built trap. “No,” Nathan rasped, then his anger exploded. “No.” He slammed his fist onto the hood of the nearest patrol car. Metal shuddered. Pain burst across his knuckles, but it was nothing compared to the fire tearing through him inside.

"Jordan will have alerts set up on his phone for anything regarding his grandmother. He needs to see this immediately." "It will ping every device connected to the pack network," Magnus assured her. Garrett watched the Alpha’s finger hover directly over the transmit button. The trap was perfectly constructed. The net was woven tight. Jordan’s raw strength and Amberly’s desperate survival instincts wouldn't mean a damn thing when they drove blindly into a firing squad. "Do it," Garrett whispered. Magnus pressed the button. The digital map flashed brightly, sending the lethal notification hurtling through the cellular towers directly toward the speeding motorcycle currently tearing through the

I watched the monitor as the operation updated in real time. The map showed our empty truck surrounded by syndicate operatives. They had walked directly into the trap. For a moment Tristan said nothing, his hand settled against the back of my chair almost without thought as he studied the screen. I noticed the gesture and did not comment on it. The important fact was simpler, the trap had worked. The people who came for the truck had been caught. Two of the operatives were brought into the Apex basement.