Peralta Brooklyn 99 Novels & Stories

The thing had speed, and my heart sat in my throat the entire way to wherever Kai lived - to which I realised was Manhattan. This is Bratva territory; I was no longer in the safe confines of the Italian Mafia owned Brooklyn. We came to a stop in an underground parking lot to what I could only assume was an expensive penthouse apartment complex. He gets off, and I slide forward before swinging my legs over, but then my knees buckle, and I falter forward. “Easy there,” Kai’s rough voice calls and catches me before my face meets the concrete. “S-sorry, my legs are feeling a bit wobbly from being on there for so long,” I say, pointing to the bike, but Kai only pulls me closer and looks me dead i

Chloe asked and she poked her head over his shoulder, Damien moved away from her and held her hand, he pulled her to the couch and they both sat down. “Why are you guys here?” Damien asked. “Alex has a job for us in New York City.” Derek replied. “What job? What is it about?” “He wants us to rob a bank.” Clyde said and Derek scoffed. “Not rob a bank.” Derek said. “Really? So what is it?” Chloe asked.

"Relax. The one I'm marrying is Caleb York. Not Hayden. By then, those people laughing at me will be green with envy." The York family had far deeper business roots than ours. They even had connections in politics. In Ashford City, very few people dared to mess with them. Helena's face lit up with pride. "That's right. When the time comes, you'll wipe the smug looks off all their faces!" Her eyes then caught something through the glass display. She pointed at a pale aqua-blue gown. "Try this one! You'll be the most beautiful woman in the room!" I glanced at it and felt a flicker of awe. The next second, a soft, teasing voice sounded behind me.

“Stephen here is the biggest casino owner in Oceanport. Legally.” … Finally, he pointed toward a quiet man wearing an ordinary jacket. “Your Ninety-Ninth Dad… well, we can’t talk too much about him yet. He made up for past crimes through service and now works for National Security.” I was completely dumbfounded. My mouth hung open, but I couldn’t form a single word. Dad Number Forty-Six, Greg, whose face carried a scar, scratched his head awkwardly with an honest expression. “Ariel… actually… our family cleaned itself up eight years ago.”