Jackson Teller Harley Davidson 소설 & 이야기

“He’s was working with the police and he sold information to the rebels about our merchandise we don’t know who else he’s working with and how far he’s gone with the police, you need to give him to me.” “Jackson, I gave you a pass with George even though you tried to hide it from me. This is me asking you as a friend and not a business partner let me take care of it.” [Sigh] “I will trust you to come up with a better solution that will benefit both our business partners and us. I’m giving you 48 hours to squeeze everything he knows about us and what he has fed the police.” “I will, trust me.” “Oh! We have a new Director for DEC. Harrison Stewards.”

I told Jackson. "I don't even understand this anymore, we are just unto problems every single road we try to cross or get past," I said to Jackson. "What did you give to my kidnappers, the Whittaker guy assigned by Kellerman?," Jackson asked. "I gave him a tape, a sex tape that contains Kellerman sexual intercourse with Myles, his business associate," I confessed to Jackson.

Neil laughed from the front seat, clearly amused by the conversation. I thanked Jeremy and ended the call. Harley looked up at me. “I hope they don’t even get a chance to call you. I want to see the look on that asshole Beta’s face when he realizes I am a wolf.” She seethed, her wolf combining with her own voice. While Harley had been forthcoming with what had happened with the Beta, it seemed like there was a bit more that I had not been told. However, now was not the time for that type of conversation.

At this point, nothing can convince Harley. “Mommy I don't understand the whole thing. Who's Jayden? I thought his my father's bossom friend.” I shrugged. “I need an answer. Who did you met at the restaurant?” My chest tightened, Harley's asking me excess questions at the same time. “I went on a business appointment today. I went to see a business partner. Sooner I will succeed my father, become a lawyer and a real estate.” She kept painting Richard's drawings. “We will leave here and live the best version of our lives for good.” she blew off stains on her painting. Ignoring our conversation.

'So, how long are you around for? 'I fly back home in two weeks'. He nodded. 'Yeah, the british accent is a dead give away'. I smiled. 'You ever been to England?' He shook his head. 'I don't think you'd fit in. We don't really have the whole ‘’Hardcore Biker Gang’’ thing over there'. He laughed again. 'Jackson, call a meeting with the guys, I want to introduce them to Harley, properly'. 'And offer a not so friendly warning?' Ron didn't reply so Jackson just left.

Jackson picked up his trench coat from the ground, then discarded it on the ground again in disgust as though he wasn’t planning to take it back anymore. Tiffany got out of the car and exclaimed in amazement, “Wow bro, you’re an even better fighter than my dad’s bodyguards! Have you taken lessons before?” Jackson wasn’t buying it. “Save your breath and pay me back seventy thousand bucks.” Tiffany was immediately taken aback. “Did I do something to you or molest you? That’s highway robbery!”

Slade said, as he motioned for the driver to go. I sat back in my seat and watched as they wove around us, like we were a Queen Bee getting protected by the hive. I’d always wanted to ride on the back of a Harley, I mean who secretly didn’t? “Is Halsey getting this treatment too,” I asked, just having to know. “Yup, I imagine they’re on her a lot more,” Trey said.

“Is this the welcome committee?” “This is the peanut gallery,” Ryder muttered. “Ignore them.” I realised he had employed more guys from the Hellfire MC. That was good. At least, they'd get a salary every month. Ryder led me past the garage toward the showroom, where the polished bikes stood like art pieces. I caught sight of TB... the Tessa Bishop bike... from last week, front and center behind the glass partition. “She’s a showstopper,” I whispered. “She’s not the only one,” Ryder said, nudging me gently.

She looked uncertain, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. “Of course!” I said enthusiastically. “You were incredible with the children when they were sick. You have a gift, Tammy. And I think it’s exactly what this pack needs right now.” Later that evening, I found Jake in his office, going through some paperwork. His head lifted as I entered, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Someone’s in a good mood,” he remarked as I flopped onto the couch across from his desk. “You’ll never guess what Tammy just told me,” I said, practically bouncing with excitement.

mom tells me with a look like I shouldn't fuss about. Okay, yes, ma'am. I tell her only because I was taught right, and I really respect my mother, her being a single parent and all. leaving we hop on Jakes motorcycle which was cool as hell so I quickly put my hair in a braid and he brought me a helmet so he thought of everything for safety I guess he said he even put a sissy bar on it so I wouldn't fall off so as he got he told me to hold on tight did I mention that Jake is smoking hot like Jax Teller hot yes ma'am I don't know how long my panties are gonna stay dry today laughing to my self.