Straight Bait Novels & Stories

Cold sweat drenched my body as pain tore through me, but I still forced a stiff, broken smile. "Don Santoro," I said hoarsely. "Are you satisfied? If so, pay up." That sentence snapped his last thread of control.

Hardie raged angrily. "You got the wrong bait, you used Arlington wrongly." I said, and that's clearly the truth. Arlington wasn't suppose to be His' Bait but someone related to Gareth. "How is..." Hardie choked on his words, unsure of what to say. "I defiled her, Lincoln. For the past few weeks, I've been mol*sting her." I was n't surprised though cause I know that was his plan all along, good thing he did not k*ll her.

“Now. Come. I’ve got him talking.” The taller one stepped forward. “You came alone?” “I look like I brought a damn army?” He smirked. “No. You look like bait.” My spine snapped tight. “What did you say?” “Bait,” he repeated. “Cute. Brave. But bait.” The short one pulled a gun from his coat. Smooth. Silent. I didn’t scream. “Okay,” I said. “Okay. So this isn’t a meet-up, it’s a trap.” “Smart girl,” the short one said.

“Let them watch.” Sean leaned in. “You got a plan?” “Oh, I do.” I tapped the docks on the map. “We bait them.” Felix raised a brow. “How?” “We leak info. Make it look like we’re sending a big shipment through La Boca. Something flashy. Drugs. Weapons. Doesn’t matter. Just enough to make them greedy.” “They take the bait... and?” “They walk into a trap,” I said. “And none of them walk out.” Silence. Then Felix nodded. “Bold.”

Never ours. We hadn’t baited him. He had baited us. And I realized, too late, that Madison had been right. --- “Ian,” I hissed, low, urgent. “Wait.” But he was already moving. He darted from cover, his body low, fast, precise — a predator lunging for the throat. His trap had been sprung, his plan in motion. The stepbrother stopped, watching. Just watching. And then, with a movement so small it was almost nothing, he shifted — a step to the side, a tilt of the head, a subtle pivot of his body.

I soon slept and waiting for the morning to arise. .................... Will Aarav escape or get trapped in Ahana's plan? Hope you liked it. Waiting for lovely comments.

It was a text from Deloris. Deloris: "THREE UNSUCCESSFUL ATTEMPTS TO LOG ON TO YOUR OFFICE DESKTOP." My father's a fucking idiot. If he thought I would give him carte blanche in my office, he was dumber than his Neanderthal attitude. Me: "OREN'S IN THE BUILDING." Deloris: "WILL KEEP WATCHING AND STOP FROM MY END." Me: "HE'LL NEVER CRACK YOUR SECURITY. BUT KEEP WATCHING." Deloris: "I ALWAYS DO."

By hook or crook. ---

I began, not knowing how to actually word my words. “That’s actually none of our business. We’re here to get Lorenzo after all, and you pretty little thing, is the most perfect bait we need to do just that.” The one still wielding the black care declared and my mouth fell open in shock. Bait? Me? As bait? “Bait?” I hadn’t realized I said that loud until one of the guys responded. “Yes, as bait. You’re going to call him and tell him you’ve been captured, then he’s going to come over here and walk right into this trap.

Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."