Virgil Tracy Novels & Stories

Brian Tracy, a 6 foot male with slicked back hair and a slightly muscular build, walked out of the elevator. He stiffened down the tail of his black blazer as he strolled towards Charles McAllister's office. On his way, he wound his arms around a young woman delivering hard copy mails for the staff. "Did you miss me, Melanie?" he asked. The girl giggled as he wove his hands around her dress, pulling, squeezing and lifting. "Nuh uh, Mr Tracy." she replied playfully. "I didn't even notice you were gone."

“Morozov is willing to help us operate in New York City, but he has terms. He said he knows who Tony was planning to sell the women we took from the first raid to.” Paige leaned back in her chair. I’d explained my relationship to Peter briefly before reaching out. I could see all the emotions I’d seen play across her face before flickering through now at double speed. “Okay.” “Out of respect for our history”—I snorted—“he gave us the scumbag’s name. Dan Tracy. But for his actual help, he wants to keep everything except the women.” Paige gritted her teeth. “He wants the money and the assets for himself?”

he said and Tracy nodded. He shut the door and he led her inside something that looked like a camp. From afar, she could see someone relaxing on a chair, but his back was facing them. Why did his stature look so familiar? As they approached, Tracy was filled with determination. Time to be a good girl. As soon as they approached the person, Tracy fell down and started crying. Victor looked at her surprised. "Good sir. I'm just a weak woman trying to make my parents proud. I'm innocent and can't hurt anyone. I promise I am not a threat to you,”

Steven laughed at the realization. Tracy was also the only one that was powerful enough to pin the blame on him, she had caused him one eye, and she knew very well that he was after her so she had decided to put him on the run instead, she was going to pay for everything, he was going to expose her, even if that was the last thing he did, though he didn't want it to be the last thing he would do, killing her was to be the last thing for him, he was not going to die without killing Tracy first.

Chapter 1350 Tracy looked at Catelyn with a resentful gaze. "I told you to do nothing and just wait." Catelyn smiled as if she saw something wonderful. Tracy bit her lower lip and warned Catelyn, "I have given you my ace. If you don't kill Trevor, Trevor will kill me. If so, I will pull you to go to hell with me. Anyway, no matter what you will do, you won't be able to shake me off!"

Tracy sighed heavily and stroked her hair, locking her arms against her chest. " Greg, maybe you should—" She was cut short. " Trevor Holt, " Greg corrected. " Spare me the damn crap!" Tracy yelled. " I don't give a fuck what the hell your name is. Just freaking leave my life alone! Leave the Hall group. " Greg glanced at the laptop and smiled. " Two charts in one. "He giggled. " I can do as much as leave the Hall group alone. Or maybe I can let it crumble before me. "