Novel & Cerita Prisoners Movie Detective Loki

' he said as the guy in charge approached us and I prayed he would say we were under arrest. "Sir, you are under arrest for bank robbery, attempted homicide, homicide, assault, grand larceny, and destruction of government property." "Arrest? I don't feel like I'm under arrest. How about you, Jack?" "Nope, not a bit. Not even a little bit." "Ah, very funny, quoting a fuckin' movie and thinkin' that'll get ya somewhere. Well, lemme tell you, it doesn't."

“For your eyes only, Alpha Arthur.” Snatching the phone from him, “This better be something….” My voice makes a quick stop, halfway in my throat as my eyes land on the screen of Kalus’s phone. Slightly tilt my head to get a better understanding of what I'm watching - Loki making out with Chloe. I scoff hard, shaking my head and blinking hard. This is real! These two were fucking themselves behind me. I mean, Loki was fucking my Luna, and because of his cock, my pack and my people had to suffer.

"Please ask that for me. I want to know how far he knows." Liam nodded to Doron. A member of Deroine removed the prisoner's blindfold. Next to his eye was a scar that went all the way to his nose. Amora shuddered at the sight. Apollo came forward to interrogate the prisoner. He was Liam's, right-hand man. He was always the main pawn if Liam was going to do something. "Who are you?" he asked loudly. He even strangled the prisoner's neck to intimidate him. The prisoner grimaced and didn't say much. He just coughed. "I want to talk to Mr. Liam," he said hoarsely. "And the girl, too. I believe she's involved here."

Logan's eyes lingered on his back until he was out of the room and the door shut. "Time to fess up, pretty boy, so we can all go home," Lee spoke calmly, but there was steel in his voice. This would be the first time Logan would find himself before the widely spoken Christopher Lee Henderson, one of the best interrogators in the department. He was also known as the DCI's psychopath, and Logan wanted out of there that second.

A poker-or whatever it was called. Its tip glowed an intense orange, pulsing with heat. He approached slowly. The word stamped into the iron gleamed bright m, sharp in the gloom. My blood ran cold as his face broke into the smallest, coldest smile I had ever seen. No. Please, no. “Damien, please don't do this…” I pleaded, yanking frantically at the chains, straining even to move an inch. The steel chains and their restraining iron restraint dug into my skin as I desperately attempted to shift position.

He knew that admitting to them meant he was a dead man walking. But the heads of the Centre were no fools; they could read between the lines perfectly. Alessandro delivered his verdict: “The footage is undeniably genuine. However, Luciano, I need to interrogate that prisoner myself.” Luciano gave a smooth nod. “That can be arranged. I anticipated as much, so I brought him with me.” The prisoner was brought inside. He was visibly trembling, completely terrified the moment his eyes landed on the Pakhan sitting across the room. But Luciano leveled a calm, commanding look at him. “You’re safe here. Speak.”

Valerian goes with me so I can keep an eye on him as well as Levi. "Ready? Let's go," I whispered and we begin to infiltrate the building along with several other warriors and witches I have. The witches help us remain invisible by casting a spell but this thing can only last in a short period of time. We have to hurry. We pass by doctors and other people in offices when I furrow my brows. Why are there doctors in the vicinity? I wonder but continue to make our way down the prison cells, while listening to one of them for information about where he might be.

Isla pov "Touch me again," I say to the guard blocking my path, my voice coming out low and deadly, "and I'll break your wrist, chains or no chains." The beta freezes, his hand hovering inches from my shoulder where he was about to shove me back into my cell. Confusion flickers across his face because omegas don't threaten, don't snarl, don't look at guards like they're already planning exactly where to strike. "What did you just say?” he asks… disbelief coating every word.

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one ...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my descent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the officer stopped abruptly, making my forehead connect to his rough and musky smelling uniform. "Are you listening to me kid? When I ask you something, you answer, got it?" Pitch raised, he asked without turning his back.