Until I Get You Claire Contreras Novels & Stories

I and Irene have just finish eating when I got a call from one of my men that he got an information that Claire has supplies to make at one of the biggest clubs on the island. I gather my men and told them to get ready to attack Claire. I return into the room while Irene came to me. “ Is everything alright? I asked. “ Yes dear” I kissed her. “ But you look worried and busy”She asked. “ Yes, I got an information that Claire will be visiting a club and we need to attack her so that we can get back the kids. IRENE. I smile happily when I heard what he said that he has information about Claire but my heart beat against my chest because I feel scared of loosing Mikel.

I dropped the telephone receiver back into the right port and looked at Claire again. Her eyes were reddish. Streams of tears had rolled down her face earlier, but they looked dried now. She stared at me desperately like she still hoped I would suddenly change my mind and bring her along to Santorini. But how could that happen? This trip was never about business in the first place. “Lucas.” she called again out of the blue. I sighed heavily, already tired of the back and forth conversation. “What again Claire?” I said. “That Ms Kingpin is Judy.” she said immediately.

I asked calmly, hoping that she’d say yes. "I am certain that I'll be able to." she said, then I made a silent wish hoping that Bill’s theory was correct. "Alright, look at the following picture on my phone, swipe to your right until you recognize the person" I said and gave her my phone. I had gathered the picture of every female in the pack. Not wanting to wait for Lucy again. Claire swiped through the pictures on the phone uttering "no" on each one, with Nelson sitting on the other side of her. The first was Lucy Richards, then Maya Woods , then Nora Walker, Anna Perkins , then Jennifer Alvarez, then Zoe Wilson , then Eva Watkins

The voice arrives from her left—sweet, deliberate, a half-degree too warm. Claire slides into the space beside her. Red lips curved into a smile that has been calibrated for rooms exactly like this one. "I didn't get the name wrong, did I?" She tilts her head. "You remember me?" "Certainly." Mia keeps her voice easy. "Claire Nox." "I didn't expect to see you here." A light laugh. "I thought you had the night off." "I do. I have a ticket." Claire's gaze drifts past her—just briefly, just long enough—toward the window where Elias is standing. Then it comes back.

Isabella's POV I called Claire at 7 pm in the evening. She's been avoiding my messages since she used her own body as bait to record Daniel, Tyler, and Jordan. Since she turned the tables on her uncle with a video that could ruin him. “Hey,” I said softly, drinking the milkshake Maria prepared for me. “Hey,” she replied. “What's going on. Claire? Are you mad at me?” “No. I mean, why would I be.” She replied.

"Claire wants to meet tonight. 8:00 PM. Restaurant Pavillon. Ground floor." "Public space." "Or a kill box." I look at her. "The contract ends when this vault opens, Isla." She meets my gaze, her eyes dark. "I know." "I'm supposed to observe your victory. Walk away when the job is done." "That's what the MSA says." I step closer. The tactical mask slipping, revealing the man beneath. "But I'm realizing I'd rather be the one who helps you burn the bridge behind you." She doesn't respond. She just stares at me, searching my face.

It was time to end this for once and for all. As everyone stared at her, Claire raised the phone like a trophy. "You know who this phone belongs to? The alpha of the rogues!" She said and everyone gasped. "And you know who this number on the screen belongs to? The traitor who ordered him to attack our pack!" Claire dropped yet another bomb. Hearing her words, Liam turned pale as he watched her silently, his heart beating so loud that he felt like everyone in the room could hear it. It was the secret number he used to contact the rogue alpha. How did Claire get it? And how was he going to escape this time?

Claire replied and stood up, grabbing her purse unceremoniously. "Don't be stupid, just go and say hello," Gena suggested, laughing. "Are you crazy, Gena Montero?" Claire was already at the exit, jostling her way past them, playing incognito. "You are the crazy one," Gena retorted. "I'm hanging up," she said, sounding disappointed, and really hung up. "Traitor!" Claire snorted.

"I thought I was. But I missed... everything. With my ex." Claire reached across the table. She didn't touch me. She just tapped the table to get my attention. "Then don't read me," she said. "What?" "Don't try to figure out my angle," she said clearly. "I'll tell you exactly who I am. I'm messy. I'm loud. I have student loans. I hate cilantro. And I think you're interesting." "That's it?" "That's it. No subtext. What you see is what you get."

Selena was left looking out the window. Claire could no longer wait for her lawyer to arrive. Her older brother will finally be recover. And someone will also prove that she did not kill their mother and stab her. With a little patience, she will have a fresh start. “Garcia! You have a call! ” The newly assigned policeman shouted again at their precinct. She almost tripped as she reached the telephone. “Hello? Who's this?" “Claire! This is Tessa… don’t be surprised by what I will tell you huh? ” “Tessa… tell me. You make me nervous ”