Romans & histoires Jackson Douglas

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

I had to admit, Alina did a good job of healing his leg. "I was beginning to think you would never show up," the man's raspy voice mused, "My name is Grayson," he extended his hand and I gladly shook it, feeling at ease by his politeness, "You must be Zion. The boy daring enough to ask our little Alina to the dance."

He rushed into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of popcorn. “Are we watching movie?" I tried not to laugh as he dropped down the popcorn and two glass of apple juice. “It would have helped if you just decided to come out a bottle of alcohol instead." He chuckled lightly.“It might and might not. Alright, where should I start from?" “Anywhere. As far as I understand who he is.” “His name is Jackson Aurel, a fifty three year old and a multi billionaire. He's the CEO of Mac and Co conglomerate."

I can't move an inch. My body stood like a statue until my sister and friend got stabbed by multiple pins. My breathing got shallower by the second. Forget the pins; I'd die before they reached me. I closed my eyes, waiting to die. I was so pathetic. I didn't deserve to live. Instead of shots of pain, warmth enveloped me in the form of a man. "I told you not to die on me," Jax whispered in my ear. The pins penetrated him instead of me.

she snaps, “Whatever happened to Jamie was NEVER EVER Douglas's fault! Why can’t you realise that? Yeah, Jamie is gone! Yes, he died. However he died, which by the way you forgot to mention, it was not Douglas’s fault! You cannot inflict your hatred onto him for something that he didn't know happened!” Jamie? Who’s Jamie? “Do you want to know?” Jackson finally hisses, pulling himself up to standing, “do you want to know how he died?” We all stand in silence and listen to his story. “Eight years ago, there was a rogue problem in our pack land; we called in reinforcements to try get it under control. As a pack fighter, I was in contact with the alpha of that disgusting pack,” Jackson jerks his

I don’t know who this person is, but he or she is pissing me off. Thankfully it is Friday, and I can be home for the next two days. I talked with Doug the day after our meeting and asked about a guard for Everly. He thought that was a good idea. He told me that he had the perfect guy and would call me back after talking with him. I am guessing that if this is one of his friends or a guy who works for him, he knows Everly and will agree without hesitation. The guy that Doug sent started yesterday. His name is Giovanni, or Gio for short. He and Everly seem to get along ok so far. I was concerned, considering he is only 25, but Doug told me that there is no one he trusts more than Gio.

Just that moment, as if it heard what he said, my stomach sent a wave of peristalsis, partly restoring my appetite, "I guess not." "Any update on April?" He asked after a good two minutes passed between us in silence. I looked up at him lazily and shrugged my shoulders, "She's doing great. Douglas' so dedicated, it baffles me that he is the same man that is responsible for lethal crimes like drug dealing and murders." "He's very... intense. He invests his utmost energy into everything he does. Be it love or business. That's both his biggest strength and weakness, in my opinion."

That four-letter word was caught in my throat, refusing to come out. “ Shh, don’t say that. He’s okay. He’ll be okay. “ No matter how soothing and encouraging her words were, a part of my brain thought the worst thought possible. The pain in my chest had only gotten more intense by the second. I pulled away from her and wiped my tears. I needed to have faith. He was Nikolai, the youngest self-made Don to ever walk this earth. He was okay, he had to be. The door opened and Lily came in. She looked between the two of us and her expression softened when she saw my red eyes.

she says yes sir and leaves me to my work. I make it a point to keep up the business man front during the day, doing all the usual work, like taking calls and meetings. Shaking hands and signing on the dotted line when it came to new clients and investors. As the clock ticks on as I wait for my meeting with Carver Jackson, some up and coming big shot fashion designer, who's looking to make his name known, my phone vibrates on my desk drawing me back to my real world of havoc and chaos. "What" I ask as usual.