Swat Chris And Street Novels & Stories

Chris left the ward and dialed some numbers on his way. “Hello.” “Any news? Why are you not giving any updates?? I will give you a lot of money just make sure you bring my wife back to me!!” “S – sir.. we are trying our best sir. We found the van they used but it was later abandoned. The owner said he just sold it yesterday and the buyer paid cash. There was no paperwork.” A man's deep voice came through the phone. He was the bodyguard that Chris had assigned to follow Rita. But for some strange reason, he was off that day. His wife had suddenly fallen ill at home.

Chris hardened his jaw, “Don’t need to talk about this. Look I’m sorry I scared your pup. I’m sorry I hurt Hunter, arrest me or leave me.” “Really think the cells are where you should go?” Chris shrugged. “Planning on hiding forever?” “I’m not.” “No one’s seen you since you got back.” “I’ve been back less than twenty hours, I’m hardly hiding.” Wade rose a disbelieving eyebrow. “Just to let you know, Jaxson was arrested. He’s in the cells cooling off.” Chris sat up. “What? Why?” “Got into a fight, nearly killed the poor sod he was laying into.”

His gaze cut into her, and she flinched. “She is. Didn’t you watch today’s news, bro? She’s the infamous Alana Swanson.” Disgust replaced the sneer on my face. “Brian,” Chris called, his voice ringing with nervousness. “Get her in the car, Chris,” I said, not trusting myself around her. “Now!” “Listen, I’m sorry, bro. Didn’t know she was taken.” The leather jacket guy raised his hands in surrender.

Waverly screamed as his head collided with a nearby rock. "Sawyer," she said once she reached him. "Sawyer, wake up. Please." She lifted his head and searched for blood, to find there wasn't any. Sawyer's eyes fluttered open and he reached for the back of his head. "Ah, f*ck," he whispered. Waverly laughed out of relief and helped him to stand. In doing so, she caught a glimpse of the scene in front of her, which consisted of Katia and Wes fighting Christopher in hand-to-hand combat. They were just as fast and agile as he was, maybe even more so. Soon after, the towns people joined in, placing Christopher in a lock, with his hands held behind his back and a person on each side of him, as wel

"He... killed her. Right before my eyes." "Che cazzo?" [What the fuck?] "He's the fucking Satan," Mathew chuckled. "That's Chris." "Why does everyone say that?" De questioned. I admired the night view and the stars that were visible but I listened closely to the conversation happening behind me. "Chris is cruel to the people he hates. And the people that deserve it. You girls should be happy you haven't seen his bad side. Once, he killed twenty people that were threatening to touch his sister," deserved it. "But once, he killed four men with his bare hands after they tried to beat him up," for some reason that didn't scare me. I thought it would but no. "He knows how to fight and he never lo

Chris ruffled his hair. Sabrina scoffed, making Chris angered more than before and without realizing, he clasped his palm around her neck, choking her with his tight grip. Sabrina struggled to get his hands away from her by continuously slapping his hands to let go of her. “Is there any other secret to the drug?” He gritted, his gaze locked on hers. Sabrina couldn't talk but she was only muffling in pain, her face reddened. Just then, Chris snapped out of it and released the grip on her neck.

Christopher was visibly very nervous, his breathing now was heavy. -What happened? -I asked confused. -Heitor! That damn son of a bitch is robbing me! - he shouted. -God, try to calm down, Chris! -I will not calm down until I kill that guy. Get dressed, we are going to the police station now.

He was so disgusted by Chris already and he couldn't imagine how Mia could love someone like him. "That whore? She sent you all?" Chris spat. "Chad!" Colt said and within a twinkle of an eye, Chad appeared before Chris, holding a gun against Chris's forehead. Christoph swallowed painfully as his heartbeat increased.

Perhaps I really needed to drink… "Where are we going?" I asked, watching us pass the Brooklyn Bridge. "We're going to my place," Chris replied, taking a turn on Charles Street and heading toward the Hudson River. That made me realize that I knew nothing about Chris, except for the fact that he was a military specialist. Since I met him, I only saw him wearing combat pants and a T-shirt, and the only thing that changed today was the fact that he wore jeans instead of those combat pants... which didn't bring me any closer to finding out anything more about him. I knew that Aren trusted him, and that made me trust him as well, but that didn't change the fact that I wanted to punch him for usin

The strict police officer apologized friendly to Chris with a smirk curved up her lips, and Chris responded, "No problem, officer. I understand you're doing your job; thank you." Chris started his car engine and immediately drove home to his house in City A. When Chris got closer to his house gate, he parked, came down, and went to open up his gate, as he had given his gatekeeper two weeks of leave, so he would be alone during that period.