All Chapters of Calder: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

1 (Calder)

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I live a life of danger and darkness, always staying hidden in the shadows. Only a select few know my true identity and that's the way I have ran things for the last six years."Boss we found Sandra Castro" humming a gruff acknowledgment to what I've just been told I pull my hood up and turn around giving Zane my full some what undivided attention.Four years ago changed my whole outlook on the life I live and the dangers surrounding it, the events that took place haunt my mind at all hours of the day and haunt my dreams at night leaving me restless and unstable."Boss did you hear me" it's not like me to get this easily distracted but when it comes to remembering her time comes to a standstill."Sorry Zane please continue" I clear my throat and pay closer attention to the information being provided."We found Sandra Castro hiding in a small town called Hidden Falls, it's a college town mostly" he places a picture on the desk and slides it over and I see her smiling face staring back

2 ( Calder)

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"She went all out didn't she boss" Zane asks as we pull up outside the hotel Sandra has booked for the weekend."She did" I agree with a hard sigh "Have a team sweep the top floor and make sure there's no unexpected guests, have them pay the manager to keep the floor vacant and off limits to any and all staff" he like always gives me a short nod and gets out of the car signaling for the guys in the next car to follow him.Dropping my hood I crack my neck with a groan and take a deep breath to try and relax "It's been awhile Col" Timothy my most trusted man and closest friend says drawing a small chuckle from somewhere deep within me."That it has old man, but after this I can comeback and with a vengeance because she, she is just the beginning""Cal why did you wait so long to do this" his question is a valid one and the only answer I can give is fear and grief. Fear of losing myself to this world of blood and grief for losing my soul reason for living and grief from losing myself, be

3 (Calder)

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We watch the surveillance footage from the owners office, thanks to Davon and his close… friendship with the owner. Once we entered he was quick to lead the way to his office, Steven was more than happy to let us invade his club for the evening, after Davon offered him first dibs on his new shipment of girls.Human trafficking isn’t my thing but I’m not opposed to hosting the occasional action or two. I understand that in this line of work you come across all kinds of underground prostitution rings and other black market trades. I’ve been dealing in arms, drugs and other things I won’t mention as of yet since my father passed away six years ago.When I stepped into my father’s position I went into this sort of hiding, that’s when I started using the hoods to hide my face. I was never really involved with my father’s mafia, I had my own business and had to remain anonymous to this world and like I said before only a select few know who I really am.“The target just entered through the

4 (Lane)

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I didn't want to come to this small town community college, I wanted to stay in the city but with my father getting into so much debt with Davon Campbell I had no other choice but to remove myself from the situation.I paid off as much of my dad's debt as I could but when I couldn't pay anymore I went to Devon and made a deal with him, that was a year ago and my life could of been better until today.I came home after finishing my final thesis repost and found Sandra in her room talking louder then her normal loud with her pervert of a brother."It's been four fucking years if her wanna be of a daddy was going to something he would of done it a long time ago" "This is fucking serious Sandra Jessi fucking hung himself and left the cops a fucking note telling them what he did" "Jessi was fucking sick, I mean he fucked her dead body" I gasps at that part drawing her attention to the crack in her bedroom door where I had been standing."Gotta go" she said and hung up, I started taking s

5 (Hartlynn)

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After her hushed drunken confession I couldn’t stand to be around Sandra, I wanted so bad to call Davon and tell him that the murderer of one of his possible enemies was living across the hall from me, but I could bring myself to do it.The next four days I work shift after shift and spend most of my free time between classes and work hidden away in the library ready random books and skipping ahead in my classes syllabus.Walking through the front door after class on Friday evening I couldn’t avoid Sandra or our, more like her friends any longer.“Where the hell have you been girly I’ve missed you the last few days” Sandra says pulling me over to the couch and pulls me down next to her.“I’ve just been supper busy with classes and work”“Okay well this weekend is going to be about having fun and not about work or school k” the look of confusion must have read clear as day on my face because she huffs and rolls her eyes.“This weekend I’m taking all of you out to the city for a weekend

6 (Calder)

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The restraint it took not to put a bullet through Pablo’s thick skull was astounding even to myself, watching him man handle the little dove that now sits unconscious across from me made a fire somewhere deep with in me ignite, one I have feared for as long as I can remember.I wasn’t one for long term relationships and had fun with any attractive women who caught my eye, often times taking home more then one. I remember coming home one night to find Jazmin sitting at the bottom of the stairs with a base ball bat in her hand waiting for me to walk through the door so she could scare off what every easy floozy I might be bringing home from the bar. She was only seven at the time.“Hartlynn Lane Xander age twenty-two, studying psychology at Hidden Falls community college.” Nico reads out then hands me the tablet and sits back down next to Casey who’s been working on finding the videos Harlow said Sandra confessed to have recorded.Hartlynn, what a unique name, it’s just as beautiful as

7 (Hartlynn)

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My plan is to drive this uneasily attractive man who could be my father crazy, my plan is make him hate me to the point he’d rather send me back or kill me. The later sounds better but with as much as I’ve gone through with my father and now this, death might just be better.“Oh and then there was this time in high school when Hilary Naples dared me to run through the halls naked” I’ve been talking none stop both out of a need to annoy and out of nervousness.“Will you shut the fuck up” yells the guy sitting in the passenger seat as we drive to some new place in the middle of nowhere I’m presuming, the black sack they put over my head makes it so I can’t see anything but I’m guessing we’ve been driving for over an hour and the sounds of the city have long gone.“Am I annoying you, oh I’m so not sorry”“Boss let me shut her up” “No” big bird gruffly answers.I feel cloister phobic with the hood over my head but I don’t want to give any of these guys the satisfaction of seeing me squir

8 (Calder)

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Two days she’s been I ok in her room with out food of and amenities, I had the water to her room turned off and made it clear to the guards and maids that she is to be ignored and under no circumstances are they to give her any door or water, she is a prisoner in this house not a guest and even though she is in a actual room she is nothing more then a prisoner.“Cal you need to at least give the girl some water” Casey says for the fourth time today.“No” “You now that’s become you favorite word these last few days and more so when it comes to her” he shackles his head and walks back out of the kitchen.Walking up the stairs to my room I hear the sound of glass breaking in her room and expect that she’s trashing the room as a way of trying to get attention.“LET ME OUT” she screams voice horse and trembling.Ignoring her tantrum I walking into my room and come back out twenty minutes later to see her door open and her room full of maids and guards “What the fuck is going on here” my

9 (Hartlynn)

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I fucking hate him, I fucking hate him, I fucking Hate him. Those four words have become my mantra and anyone who's in ear shot knows it, Zane has told me how much he finds it funny that I've been here three weeks now and still walk around here screaming it to the high heavens how much I hate is boss.Calder has done nothing but remind me why I hate him but at the same time his voice makes me shutter with heat when ever he walks around like a overprotective dog barking at any man who comes close enough to me.Just last week Jimmy on of the men who stands guard when I'm outside gave me a chocolate chip cookie and told me him mom makes them and send them to him. All we were doing is talking and out came Calder like his dick was on fire and sent poor Jimmy to the cells for a month to look after who ever he has down there.Right now I'm sitting in the library flipping through the last few pages of some random book when in walks the king of all assholes himself."There's a dress and shoes