Novel & Cerita Ranger Stephanie Plum

Amelia felt her heart pounding as she looked at the report her investigator had put together. Ruby had moved into Stephan's house. The evidence was undeniable – photos of them laughing over dinner at his place, strolling together in public and even shopping. Doubt and confusion clouded Amelia's mind as she grappled with the revelation. Stephan hated shopping but the pictures showed that he was enjoying shopping with her Amelia walked nervously into her office, repeatedly checking the report for any evidence that could kill her suspicion. However, everything was clear and undeniable

My bare feet cleared the metal stairs, my body falling forward into the freezing Vancouver drizzle. ​"Elara!" the marshal screamed behind me, but his voice was cut short as Aisha’s hand shot out, catching the edge of the heavy steel hatch and slamming it upward with a deafening, hydraulic shriek, locking the federal agents inside their own transport plane. ​I hit the wet concrete hard, the impact knocking the air from my lungs as Julian’s heavy coat bunched around my shoulders. Before I could scramble to my feet, a firm, leather-gloved hand caught my upper arm, pulling me up with a terrifying, effortless strength.

Thankfully, Jenny held Stephanie back just in time; she didn't doubt for a second that Stephanie might get physical on Marigold. "Steph!" Jenny chided her. "Calm down. She's not worth it." Stephanie bit her lips and almost cried. "You're right. A murderer like her deserves to spend the rest of her life in prison."

"Since it's Sunday today we just thought to have some fun together" I could hear my heart pounding hard against my ribcage with each word that came out of my mouth. "Having some fun together, when you are on a murder suspect list?" the officer gives us a sardonic laugh that sent chills down my spine. Kirstin was scowling at her and I knew what was up in her mind. She would be probably visualizing punching the officer in her face. My glance falls on her badge and I acknowledge her name as Stephanie Miles. Slim and short with Gray-blue eyes and fair skin tone. Her brown hair was tied up in a bun.

Stephanie said pretending to think hard, it almost made me laugh. "Unless... You're the same scumbag who molested Adira all those years back? Physically abusing her and locking her in a room. But then again, I must be mistaken, that can't be a respectable man like yourself, can it." I watched Spencer freeze in his shoes. Stephanie moved closer with the smile on her face completely wiped off. "News flash, I use to work for an Italian Mafia and I know how to treat mean people who don't know how to treat women, especially men, either by the law and also.... Unlawful means." She whispered into his ear as she gave me a wink.

Very pointedly, with each syllable enunciated, she said, “Tyler Rogers, who is this girl?” “Stephanie Channer,” I began hesitatingly. “No. Not that.” “My mate?” “More than that.” “A… rogue,” I added. “More than that.” Amaris didn’t flinch when Steph cried out in pain. I wanted to trade my soul for her agony. But she didn’t open her eyes. She settled back, panting harder than before, looking sicker by the minute. Amaris pulled out a bunch of jars and bottles and played chemistry set while I sat beside Steph and stroked her hair.

She walked closer until she stood facing me and brought her lips down to my neck. “I thought you said she was just a contract,” I felt the venom laced beneath her words. “But what did I see on the news?” I felt cold metal pressed to my abdomen. A gun. I almost let out a soft chuckle. Stephanie was a Mafia princess, born into the world of blood and crime, but she was no match for me. “Trying to kill me?” I tilted my head, meeting her eyes. She held that ice-cold expression. She despised anyone getting close to me and for Amelia’s sake I had to play along with Stephanie to keep her safe.

"What's wrong?" Stephanie swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor as she fought back tears. "This room... It was my father-in-law’s. It was here that he... that he died," she began, her voice trembling. "And it was here that Damien accused me of killing him. This room was where my life fell apart. Where I was stripped of everything and made a slave." Zita's heart ached for her friend as she listened. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and wrapped Stephanie in an embrace. "You don't have to do this right now," she whispered. "We can wait until you're ready."

Once she finally regained her senses, she said, "Thank goodness you could understand those fuckers' conversation. If not, you'd still be kept in the dark right now." "Yeah…" Stephanie lowered her gaze. "In the past, I really trusted Tyler with all my heart…" Speaking of which, she had chosen to learn that particular language for Tyler's sake. Little did she know that her mastery of the language was the key that helped her find out the truth in the end. This was quite ironic, wasn't it? "What are you planning to do next, Steph?" "I'm going to gather evidence that proves the car accident was planned so that I can get the culprit locked behind bars." Stephanie clenched her fists tightly. "After

Steph’s office is towards the end of the east hallway with a gold metal plaque on the side of the door that reads 321 Stephanie Taylor. A few other doors are reading other people's names too. I knock on the door and hear her say come in. When I walk in she’s sitting behind a mahogany desk with a comfortable-looking white chair behind it. The walls are a light slate blue and with beautiful landscape photos of sceneries from other countries. On her desk sits a laptop, phone, notebooks, pens, and small green plants, it’s so cute in here. She stands up and hugs me. “Give me one sec Mills, I’ll get you a chair,” Steph says leaving me for a minute and coming back with a folded white plastic chair.