Jack Ryan Romane & Geschichten

I looked around as Jack gave me a look. “You are on the wrong side buddy,” Ty smirked, looking toward the car nodding “We would be best buds under different circumstances” I looked and him and at the car as the door opened. “Hello, Dax,” Ryan spoke, stepping out of the car, “I’m going to enjoy putting a bullet in you” he moved with a grace that you would think this was not a bloodbath ready to happen. “Not before I kill you first,” I said as my whole body tensed.

He was about to head out when he stopped for a moment and turned around to face me once more, “Marianne…” "Hmm?" I asked, looking in Ryan's direction. Something told me I should brace myself the moment I heard Ryan’s voice and tone of speaking. His face was very serious as he looked at me. And I again proved that I wasn’t mistaken with my gut instincts as I slowly, clearly, and loudly heard Ryan’s next words that shook my supposedly peaceful life again. "Jack is back in the country, aren't you going to see him?"

“Don’t get me wrong. Taro was my best friend, we completely trusted each other, but that doesn’t mean that I liked the type of person he was. But who am I to judge? I have a new girl every month.” “Did you kill Taro Reed?” “Me? Oh please, no, I don’t have time or effort to waste on such a petty crime.” Ryan shrugged as the food arrived. “Thank you, darling.” Ryan then winked and tucked an R200 note into the waitress’s pocket. All three men tucked into their food and agreed to continue this conversation afterwards. “Jakins, you seem to be doing all the talking. Is Samuel like your sidekick or something?” Ryan joked as the waitress fetched their plates.

“What the hell did you guys do to those boys the other night?” Ryan brushed past me, plopping down onto a nearby chair and sprawling back. He was wearing hot black Nike high-top sneakers and a green muscle shirt that showed off his corny tattoo of a stupid arse quote he had linked on his ribs. I'd never bothered reading the words, but wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be a dirty innuendo from Spartacus. Who cares? He was my own personal low-carb muffin. At least that's what I tried to reduce him to in my mind.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

Jack has never seen Olivia so frightened, not even when he had a knife against her throat when they first met. She looked livelier this way. "Okay, let's get back to the main issue. I've got a lead on the person you asked me to look into." Jack stopped teasing her and updated her on his investigation. "What did you find?" "The Ryan you mentioned didn't come back to the country recently. Occasionally, he travels overseas on business trips." Olivia was not surprised that something was fishy about Ryan. She knew that the mastermind had some pawns placed around her and Ethan.

Perfection, that is all I could say about my life with Jake now. Everything was too perfect as if...it wasn't even real like it was all just a dream that could be snatched away if I dared to blink an eye. Jake was everything I have ever dreamed of, he was too handsome with a body built for a Greek God but he worked for it day and night. Working out was like something werewolves had to do without even thinking about it, they just did it because it's in their nature. Jake cared for me, I couldn't complain really but ever since he found out he was born of royalty he has been...distracted.

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A heavy, calloused fist collided with Calista’s frame, slamming her onto the wooden chair. A sharp groan escaped her lips as she collapsed forward. Standing above her, her father, Jake, watched with a twisted smirk as blood welled from her wounds. “I love hurting you, do you know that?” he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. “It satisfies me, gives me chills, reminds me of just how much strength I still have left in my system, even at my age.”