Framing Jack Romane & Geschichten

All he did was move his hand to fully cup my tit and lean in as if to kiss me. I yelled, banging my hands against his bony chest. “Jack’s gonna kick your ass!” I screamed at him. Bobby laughed some more. “Oh yeah? Who the fuck is Jack?” “I’m Jack.” Jack’s deep voice cut through the room, stilling Bobby’s hands. I enjoyed the look of fear I saw flash over Bobby’s face when he looked up and saw Jack standing in the doorway. His shoulders were so broad they almost took up the entire space, and there was nothing friendly about the look he was giving Bobby. He looked at him like he wanted to rip his head off.

A smile appeared on Jack's face. Suddenly, my chest rose and fell twice. The moment he saw me open my eyes and look directly at him, he finally broke. He screamed in fear and fell backward onto the floor. "Frank? Was that you? Are you finally awake?" The next second, Camilla kicked the door open and ran inside. She then kicked Jack several feet away. Jack crashed onto the floor. Blood covered his forehead. Reluctant to accept what happened, he turned his head and started shouting.

“I have no such people here. Yes, there is a person who comes in every twice a week to cut the grass and keep the garden maintained.” He indicated a hand towards me, “and this is how you greet him? In that flimsy nightgown that barely covers your tits?” My mouth was gaping open, like wide open. He did not just say that! And he noticed my tits? Consciously, I pulled at the frilly jacket. “The lawn mowing person is a fifty-year-old man. Joe is a decent guy, he never looked at me that way.” “And you think a fifty year old man wouldn’t look at you the wrong way if you’re found wearing inappropriate clothing.”

He places the IDs, neatly stacked, on the tray with the drinks and motions for me to take them over. "Jake, my man, thank you." I glare at the guy when he slaps me on my back like we're friends and he holds up his hands like he's surrendering, laughing as he backs up a couple steps. "Ok, I get it, there's a reputation to uphold here. This is a scary place." He cackles this time, grabbing a shot and throwing it back his throat.

Bella gasped and turned, only to see Jack standing there. The moment her eyes met his, she released a shaky breath, as if she had just been pulled back from the edge of a cliff. “Bella meant to say the dashcam got wrecked,” Jack said coldly, cutting in without hesitation. “So the video you showed is fake.” He slipped his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxed, but his eyes burned with hostility as they locked onto Julia. “Julia, you’re downright vicious. You framed Bella in the hospital, and now you’re fabricating evidence. I’ll have to put you in your place.”

FIFTEEN The old man attempted to grab Jack’s hair but it was too closely cropped to hold on to. Instead, those thick fingers latched to his shirt, tearing it at the collar. End this not because you have to, but because you want to, said the voice in Jack’s head. The tone was sweet and low and comforting. You have to end this because you were put on this earth to end it all. Jack had the father pinned underneath him once again. He smashed the face with a tightly clenched fist and heard the nose shatter.

I gave him everything—my loyalty, my time, my love. While Noah Reed rose to fame as the NHL’s golden boy, I stood behind him through every scandal, every pressure, every sacrifice. Then he destroyed me in a single interview. One accusation. One lie. Suddenly, I wasn’t his girlfriend anymore—I was the traitor who sabotaged his career.The world turned on me overnight. And just when I had nothing left…Tyler Vane stepped in.The league’s most feared enforcer. The man everyone calls a monster. My ex’s greatest rival.He offered me a deal I should’ve refused—fake date him until the season ends, and he’ll bury the evidence that could end my life. I agreed for revenge. Not for love.But T

Jack took the hot iron rod and ruthlessly slapped it across Franco's body, making him shriek in pain. "I will speak!" Franco shouted, desperate to stop the pain. "I'll tell you everything!" Jack chuckled darkly and stopped, he stared at him and chuckled. "Go on," he said, while giving him a dangerous look. "He's currently in Canada, where he does his shady business since he was stopped by your dad a long time ago," Franco said, coughing up blood. He was in so much pain that he could hardly bear it. His body was trembling with fear, and his eyes were wide with terror.

Antonio soaked in the comments, his ego swelling with every word. He pointed at the scar on the back of my hand and said to the camera, "See this scar? This is proof he's in the mafia. This is the mark of a criminal!" I clenched my teeth. The cold wind sneaked in through my collar, making me shiver uncontrollably. Yet I didn't utter a single word. Instead, I just kept my eyes locked on Antonio. "What are you staring at?" Antonio pulled out a folding knife from his pocket and waved it around. The blade glinted harshly against the snow.

] I felt the notification and turned my phone back to myself, waving goodbye to Jasper as I walked toward Waylon. Waylon was dressed casually in a black T-shirt and jeans, smiling as he approached. When he noticed Jasper behind me, his expression shifted. He asked, "Isn't that your ex? Is he causing trouble again? Do you want me to handle him?" I shook my head and smiled, signaling for him to lead the way since I was hungry. - Waylon took me to a restaurant, and Jasper stubbornly followed us. The owner asked how many of us there were. Waylon said two, but Jasper chimed in with three.