Jack Kickin It の小説・ストーリー

Jackie spun, eyes wide with rage, and kicked Kash to the curb. Kash staggered, then curled into the fetal position, clutching himself in pain.

She quickly responded with an 'ok'. I took out a pack from my pocket after having a few gulps of martini and having a smoke. I raised the small pack to eye level and looked at the white powder inside while exhaling a puff of smoke remembering the last time I got high on crack. "Hello old friend. Ready to drive me crazy?" 《Jack》 "Fuck Jack..." I speeded up as I went from slapping her ass to squeezing them as the pleasure was increasing. After a while I pulled out and we got into missionary position and I wasted no time.

I never would've dared reach for someone as out of my league as Ezra. "What are you zoning out about?" Ezra waved a hand in front of my face. I snapped back and looked at him, real and warm right in front of me. No more comment prompts. No more future spoilers. But who cared? My Mr. Jackpot was already here. I suddenly leaned over, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek loud enough to echo. "Ezra!" "Hm?" He looked caught off guard for a second, then pulled me onto his lap by the waist.

Jackie wrapped her free arm around his shoulders as she kept a hold of the whip. Matt willed himself to think about baseball, dogs, football, anything, but Jackie’s half-naked ass sitting in his lap. “Make some noise!” the DJ shouted on the microphone. Everyone hooted and hollered. Some guys whistled. “I’m your DJ for tonight Mix Master Jeff featuring my man Billy D!” the DJ shouted. “Now, let’s warm the room up with some bump and grind classics. Our first song will feature two lovely ladies and the co-owner of this high impact establishment. She’s making her return performance after a year hiatus. Let’s give these girls a warm welcome.”

I look forward to working with you in the future. Edwin, however, seemed to have lost his mind. He lunged at Diana and clutched her neck, screaming, "You lied to me? You ruined me, you bitch!" Diana clawed at his face and shrieked, "You useless piece of shit! You couldn't even hold yourself together and now you're dragging me down with you! I'll kill you!" Edwin retaliated by slamming Diana's head against the wall, and in turn, she scratched him with all her might, leaving bloody gashes on his body.

"He doesn't belong to you!" Suddenly, Jack’s big figure appears out of nowhere. He storms up the steps, grabs both Jodie and Fenton's bandmate by the shirt, and hurls them back to the sidewalk. Jack let's go of the band mate and holds on to Jodie. Eddie and Derek flank the bandmate, Eddie grabbing him from the left and Derek ripping him from the right, pinning him against the hood of the car. Both of my brothers are yelling into the terrified guy's face: "Who the hell are you?!"

Jack walked towards me and smacked my cheek as hard as he could. “We aren’t done yet”. He growled and grabbed my chin. I only shook my head as I looked away from his body. I could hear the pants and clothes shuffle off of some men around me as I closed my eyes. Not again, not this. I started to smack my head off the wooden post, trying to end everything,g, as Jack grabbed my hair and positioned my head for him.

The venue erupted into absolute chaos. People exchanged bewildered glances, sizing me up and whispering among themselves. Macy violently yanked me back toward my seat and hissed through her teeth, "Are you out of your mind? What kind of insane garbage is coming out of your mouth? Open your eyes and look at where we are!" My expression didn't change as I slapped her hand away. "I'm perfectly sane. You should open your eyes and look at the time. I just said I have officially resigned. I am free to leave."

She shoved past him, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "Jackie!" she yelled, sprinting toward the end of the hall. "Jackie, don't open the door!" Jesse threw open the door to Bryce and Jackie’s suite without knocking. Inside, the scene was a carbon copy of the nightmare she had just lived through. Jackie was standing on her bed, a combat boot held like a weapon, while Bryce looked like he was one "Alpha male" comment away from a stroke. "I don’t care if there’s a 'supernatural threat level midnight,' Bryce!" Jackie shouted, pointing the boot at his chest. "My brand is built on being a reliable bartender, not a missing person!"