Tracer X Widowmaker Novels & Stories

His eyes are red as he glared at her. "What the fuck did you say? You are his wife? His wife? That c*unt was fucking dead already. You are a widow Aasha. My fucking widow. I made you the widow Aasha. I made it. There is a reason I killed him when he tied you the knot. I made you my widow. Understand"?? She is in too much of a haze to contemplate his words as she felt everything shaking around her. She blinked her eyes to keep herself conscious and her breathing seemed hard with the crying, fear, and proximity.

She didn’t want Dominic to think he had any effect on her. “I read your request,” he said. “You stated that you needed Cyber-surveillance and private coverage.” Dominic didn’t raise up his head as he went through a file that was sitting on the table in front of him, probably the application request that the Widow’s Club had sent to him. “Yes,” she replied smoothly. “Since the accident… and the media fallout, I would like to protect the privacy I have left.” His gaze moved from the file to her face. “The death of Charles Holloway made many headlines.”

"As long as your life isn't in danger, it's not my concern." Lauren gritted her teeth but said nothing more. Tracia was a grandmaster-level fighter specifically recruited from an elite martial arts academy to serve the Rhodes family. While incredibly powerful, she was also antisocial and cold. She only took orders from Lauren and often ignored even the Rhodes family patriarch. At least Lauren had 20 other Rhodes family security personnel with her, which gave her some peace of mind. The convoy of over a dozen trucks began their journey back to Jayrodale, with Lauren's personal vehicle bringing up the rear.

Or at least that was what I told myself as I lay in the dark and thought about the wedding and the prenup and the fact that in less than twelve hours I would be legally bound to a man who was probably going to destroy me. But maybe I would destroy him first. That was the hope anyway. That was what I had to believe to make this worth it. I closed my eyes and finally fell asleep and I dreamed about being still and about power and about kisses that meant more than sex ever could. ******* I found the tracker three days after the wedding when I was looking for my registration in the glove compartment and my hand brushed against something small and hard stuck under the dashboard. At first I though

Phoenix ran her hand through her hair and picked up one micro tracking device from her hair band. "No need for that," Trinity replied in a husky voice. He came closer to her and ran his hands around her laced butt in search of any hidden weapon. "That tickles!" Phoenix pretended to be carried away by Trinity's sensual touch. She carelessly threw her arm around him and quickly planted the tracker under his collar before bringing her hand back to her side. "The boss is really going to like you," Trinity said breathlessly. He then asked her to dress up and follow him.

He had seen them before and could easily recognize them. “Why is there a tracker on the watch? Who did she receive it from?” He asked. As he tried to figure it out, he decided to put the back again and placed the watch on its case. He carefully placed the tracker on a little box and walked out of the room to return the watch to her. She was no longer being tracked when she wore it, but whoever sent it must have malicious intention toward her. Darius went back into her room and placed the watch back in the safe. Then he quietly exited to make sure that she did not wake up and made everything seemed like nothing had happened.

Trax looked between the both of us and then to his half brother as he walked off. I looked at Adrian for an explanation. "Trax is a hybrid of werewolf and vampire." "Don't move too much and you should be fine." The doc said, "The brace can come off tomorrow night." He left. "I'm so sorry Blair-Boo" Trax was crying in a heap on the floor. His smiling demeanor was gone. Blake came into view, "Let's get you cleaned up Trax. Blair-Boo is going to need her rest." She gave me a wary smile as Trax went off with her to her room. Adrian picked me up slowly and we went to our room. I was asleep so fast.

The scent of ozone and boiled metal clung to the terrace long after the gray dust of the Hunter had been scattered into the Atlantic. ​My hands were shaking—not with fear, but with the violent, jagged comedown of a mother who had just watched her child become a god of destruction. I looked down at my palms, still gripping the "Widow-Maker" rifle, and realized I was crushing the carbon-fiber frame.

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

[Adrian's POV] I felt her gaze on me as I treated the bruises on her skin, returning the first aid kit after. "Try to get some rest now. I will handle everything; don't worry," I said, leaving the room after. I made my way outside the mansion, walking to the courtyard. I grabbed a shotgun in a swift mode, aiming it as I shot without blinking. But yet, that did little to calm me down. "I thought you didn't like hunting," a voice caught my attention, and my eyes landed on Uncle Gavin approaching me.