Swat Chris And Street Novels & Stories

My head snapped toward the source of the noise, and there he was—Chris. “C-Chris…” I mumbled. His presence hit me like a wave of relief and disbelief. I didn’t know how he had found me, but in that instant, I thanked every force in the universe for his arrival. His eyes scanned the room, narrowing with fury as he took in the scene before him. Before the men could react, Chris charged into the fray like a force of nature. The air seemed to crackle with tension as he tackled the nearest thug, his fists flying with precision and force.

Dressed in a black and white striped woolen top and jeans that stuck to her body, Chelsea walked next to Chris on the street, hands locked. They could pass as couples to anyone looking at them and it made her toes curl. In as much as she was happy that her crush was here, taking her out, she still was worried about him. She had seen what these demons could do, especially to people who are unarmed. But she wouldn't let any harm come to Chris. They branched a cafe and bought two vanilla grande lattes with six pumps that are hot. They got out and walked out, heading to the restaurant.

With that, he walked away, flanked by some of his followers. Chris, still reeling from Manager Sam's slap, got to his feet, sputtering with anger. "Motherfucker, do you know who I am? How dar—" His words were cut short as I watched, horrified, as one of Maximum's men opened fire. The cold chill that ran down my spine was paralyzing; each gunshot cracked through the air, mercilessly finding the foreheads of Chris and his crew. The execution was swift and clinical, as if he were merely strolling through a park. I stood frozen, my breath caught in my throat, unable to move or even blink as Chris and his men were taken down one by one. When it was over, Manager Sam approached me, his tone softer

The spy they had been searching for. Sean struck him again. This time, he didn’t stop at one blow. He grabbed Chris by the chains and yanked him upright, slamming him against the iron bars. The metal rattled violently. Sean drove his fist into Chris’s ribs, once, twice, listening to the sharp intake of breath that followed. Still, no scream. No plea. "Zen," Sean said through clenched teeth, leaning close. "You’ve been working for him, haven’t you?" "I am not his spy," Chris spoke fo rthe first time ever, blood trickled down his mouth as he murmured.

Chris straightened himself. "I won't let you kill anyone." Michael took a few steps towards Chris. Chris stared at Michael for a moment. He sped towards him, snapping his neck. He stood there and watched as Michael collapsed to the ground. Stepping over him, Chris walked to the door.

She said before walking out. ***** Chris was angry, he wanted out of this room, he knew what he has to do. He grabbed a knife under his bed. "Hey, fools, I'm starving in here" he yelled. Some minutes past before the door open and the men walked in with a tray. He made way for the food. Grabbing it, he placed it on the bed as the men started to head for the door, he grabbed the knife and stab it into one of the man's back, he grunt before falling to the ground. The other man turned but was stabbed immediately on his chest.

Leaving her on the bed, he went back to Suarez and tried to zip in his dick which had become erect. Seeing that Suarez whose hands were tied was now struggling to free himself, Shawn freed his mouth and said, "Tell me, Suarez, I'm aware that Christopher Stallion has houses scattered all over the country. Tell me where the ones he keeps his victims are located. I know you're the engineer who helped in building and designing them." Suarez scoffed, "You're both going to die." "Wrong answer," Shawn replied and shot his leg with a silencer. Suarez cried out in pain but Shawn covered his mouth.

I watched the driver's door open and a figure step out into the rain without hesitating. He didn't run. He walked, steadily, through the downpour, and tapped twice on my window. I looked at Chris through the rain streaked glass for a long moment. His jacket was already dark with water across the shoulders. He didn't look annoyed or self conscious or like he was waiting for credit. He just looked at me, the same way he had looked at the floor in the gala corridor, like he had somewhere to be and had decided, without making a production of it, that this was it.

“Needless to say, now you know exactly what happens to anyone who dares to cross his path.” I’d seen Ethan’s victims before, but this was something else entirely. Chris looked like he’d been mauled by a wild animal, not a man. I should have felt sorry for him, but I didn’t. After all, he was the one stupid enough to go after Olivia. I pulled a chair close to his bed and turned it backwards, the I sat down with thee patience of a man who had already figured out how this would end. "You look like shit," I said calmly.

By the time he reached the part about Chicago, my blood had begun to run cold. “The Dr said three years ago, Chris killed a boy he was seeing,” Zayne continued, “and that his parents covered it up and sent him to the psychiatric hospital- where the doctor used to work. Dr Smith later realized that Chris needed special attention after some sessions with him, and recommended a higher psychiatric facility, but he stabbed the doctor before they could transfer him. Jer…Chris is a diagnosed sociopath.” My jaw tightened until it hurt. Why am I believing this so easily- at the same time the revelation is shredding my heart into pieces. I should be doubting this, telling Zayne he’s bluffing, but… my