Romans & histoires Tracie Peterson Series

Zach Peterson said in a cold voice. "Where is the second uncle now?" Allen Peterson asked Zach Peterson. "He is not in Washington now. If he is in Washington, I have taken him out already!" In the way he speaks, Zach Peterson is ruthless. Zach Peterson is also a person who pays great attention to his family. It is very good to treat Patrick Peterson in ordinary days. But the more so, when he learned that the behind-the-scenes of Allen Peterson's murder attempt was Patrick Peterson, the angrier he is. And being betrayed by his most trusted person is the most outrageous.

He slammed the book shut and pushed his hands through his hair. “Everything alright?” Rowan looked up, his stern expression relaxed as he noticed her presence. “Princess…I’m trying to read.” He picked up the book again, flipping through the pages. Kara slowly reached forward, taking hold of the book and flipping it the right way for him to read. “Oh.” “Something on your mind?” “Someone tried to have Grace kidnapped for extortion, or killed. I’m searching for the alibis of people who had the means to pull off something like that, and who could still be holding a strong grudge.”

Gloria gave her a look. Gwen stood up straight, ready to prove her point. “Yes, it is. Ace is Paria-Drae, the one who started the problem and then wanted to get violent and I’m Estril. Innocent and just trying to defend herself from the harsh barbaric behavior of a neighbor I quite can’t get rid of.” Gloria did not say anything and Gwen smiled, feeling victorious. Maybe instead of a soldier, she should have entered into the world of politics. It would be fun to try and argue with the ignorant and just plain stupid people who are in charge of the country.

The last of the department heads filed out, taking their notes and folders, and Tracie breathed a sigh of relief. "Home," she said, picking up her materials. "That little cunt begging to be fucked?" Pete came over to her and kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips to caress the inside of her mouth. One hand drifted up to idly tweak a hard nipple. Tracie bit down on his tongue. "So. The princess wants to play rough." Pete backed away and gave her his hand. "Maybe you'll like what I want to show you?" "What I want is to go home." She ran her fingers over his bulging fly. Oh, yes. He was nice and hard.