Sheriff Tate Just Mercy Novels & Stories

I said because I felt it unfair that we should kill him just because he was sick or something like that, I may hate the guy and all but my conscience felt this was very wrong. “We have already told you there is no other way and shouldn’t we be glad? We get rid of the tyrant this way, once and for all” Tate said angrily, his beady eyes staring straight in to mine. The rest looked like they were surprised by his outburst and they turned to look at me quickly, I was simply watching him with steady eyes.

He wept like a broken man. "My baby is gone... I killed him..." He covered his face. Tears of despair leaked through his fingers. He remembered her curling up in the broken glass that night, trying to protect her stomach. He remembered her voice full of hate: "You killed him." During the shootout, he shoved her away to save Bianca. He pushed her into the glass. He forced her to flee in the dead of night, bleeding and weak. She lost their flesh and blood miles up in the sky.

For that one person who had promised not to let her suffer! Then their eyes met at a single trace. A glint of hope flashed through her eyes and all she did was release a faint smile. He was seated at the back with a face cap on but he averted his gaze as soon as their eyes met and pulled his hat over his face properly. She did not read meaning into it. She thought he was only trying to keep his identity hidden, with how influential he is. She quickly turned to the judge and Said.. "I plead guilty your honour. I, Althea Grace Miller attempted to kill Katie Rolland!" She admitted confidently and the protesters did not stop asking that she be punished severely.

he asked. ​ ​The jerk had the audacity to smile. "Relax, I am not here to talk about our issue, I am here for something else." ​"What are you here for?" ​"I want to join the pack guards." ​Ryan stared at him in shock. ​"You? Why?" ​Tate shrugged, "maybe, I am tired of living a carefree life?" ​Ryan scoffed, "You? I told you to forget about all the 'issue'. If this is a way to mess with me, forget it!"

"Hurry, Jason! Hurry!" As I hung up, I saw Luke staring at me through the glass door, phone in hand. I met his gaze indifferently. He seemed to be avoiding my eyes deliberately, so I simply pulled the hood of my sweater over my head and closed my eyes. It would take more than half an hour for Jason to get there from the airport. While I felt a little bad for asking him to do this, he was the only one who could bail me out at this point. I wasn't worried about being stuck in jail. Eric, that bastard, valued his reputation more than his life. If the embarrassing story of him getting beaten up and disfigured by a woman were to get out, he would never be able to live it down.

“Farley helped Sean get sober when the old master forced Sean to take drugs. Farley also brought Sean back when Sean delivered the goods for the first time. Farley was Sean’s true benefactor, not the old master.” Yvette was surprised. No wonder. They got along so well and naturally, but Yvette did not think they had such a background story. She scratched her hair and looked at Tate. “Officer Tate, why do you look unhappy?” Tate smiled, looking a bit lonely. “I’m not upset. In order to wipe out this criminal group, countless undercover officers like me have died, so I should be happy that I’m still alive.” Yvette paused. She suddenly thought of a question and looked at Tate seriously.

And now Vanessa stood beside me, her phone in hand, eyes glued to the screen as the video played. I didn’t need her to explain it. The words coming out of that man’s mouth were enough to make bile rise in my throat. ‘The sheriff will do it. He’s a greedy bastard. And by the time anyone figures it out, no one will be left in Dusty Creek to fight back. They’ll all be dead.’ The woman with him had gasped, horrified, and asked what he’d done. My blood turned cold. I watched more of the clip, appalled by Tate’s actions. That son of a bitch. And of course, the sheriff has no idea about it. The man is a failure and a fool.

I hardly notice when he reaches in and unlocked the door, the click of the mechanism like a gunshot in the stillness. He waves off the police, and through tears, I see them back away, turning off their flashing lights and retreating to their vehicles. It’s a small mercy, but one I’m not sure I deserve. “Let me drive you home, Mercy,” Santiago says, his voice soft but insistent. “Just you and me, in your car. You can lay down in the back seat, try to rest.”

“I forgive all the harm that was done to my family and I. It’s coming from a place of peace and I want to secure all the peace of my family. Thank you all for showing us love through this tough time.” I breath in and out softly and whisper. Maybe it’s not yet over. What an irony though, could she have forgiven me for all my mistakes. I throw my phone to the side of the bed as the cook brought in food. “Sir, your meal is ready.” “Thanks.” I respond, gesturing her to drop it on the table. I turn to look at her as she walked away and the news went live. CAPTURED KIDNAPPER OF NORA MELIŚ TAKES HER LIFE IN PRISON

He hated me, but fear ruled him, and Tate owned every part of that fear. Tate reached out and wiped the guard’s blood from my lips with a silk handkerchief. “You did wonderful, Abbie. Exactly what I wanted. Since you won’t agree to my offer, I’ll let your boyfriend convince you. I have so many plans for him,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Men like him don’t die quickly. They’re far too useful.” “I will never forgive you…” I rasped, my voice shaking with a hatred so deep it felt volcanic.