Jackson Underworld Novels & Stories

Jackson said without hesitation. Since Sir. Powen and Mrs. Anna had something to negotiate separately, Henry, Hana, and Jackson had to leave first. Hana looked at Sir. Powen's grave face and impatient expression and felt warm. She doesn't know if this will be her final destination, but compared to Scott Hall, she likes D.Ruck more. Unbeknownst to Hana, the underground forces from Scott Hall are being transmitted to D.Ruck, and her future is bumpier than ever.

Rumors started going around that they might target on taking over the Southside first That very rumor caused havoc among the people on the southside and they started distrusting each other in fear. Maybe I should leave this city but Mama's house and my coffee shop are here, I made a lot of memories here despite the chaos going on the other side. The funeral is near too so I can't leave just yet. Luckily for me and Lily, we have a close relationship with the bartender who works in a club on the west side. We get news from him since he hears a lot of people gossiping and spreading rumors or truths. It's true that the mafias exist but not on this side.

Trent said. “So we have to find a way to separate the two of them,” Jackson started to pace around his office. “Her stepdad is a gambler and owes us countless debts,” Simon said, Jackson owned a row of casinos in the city. Jackson's eyes glinted maliciously. “About the time I ask for a repayment,” he grinned maliciously. ******** “Hi kitten,” Ruben's sudden call made Lisa jump. “Hi, I wasn't expecting your call,” she replied, as she closed the door of her tiny room.

Watches me on the internal door camera so I can have a little me time; Which I have needed a lot of lately while working daily in this building that’s constantly full of people. I like Jackson, he reminds me of Mico, only quieter and softer. He’s a huge man, much bigger than his cousins in build and weight. Broad, a little tubby around the midriff, but he has a nice face, definitely that Carrero bone structure, and he smiles often. He’s a soft touch with his cats and he mentions Susan, his wife, frequently. It’s a wonder he works in this lifestyle at all as I wouldn’t peg him for a Mafia henchman.

He replied. "Who the f**k is that?" I demanded, grimacing at complicated things were getting with each passing day. "He's one the deadliest underworld Mafia sir," Nicholas replied. "Son of Dominique Ramos," "And?" I had no idea where this guy was going with this. But I definitely felt it wasn't anything good. "There's an alliance going between the two," Nicholas said flatly. "To destroy me?" I inquired and both of them nodded. "Most probably," Jackson muttered. "We are still looking into it,"

And that someone might still be here. As if in response to that thought, something crashed on the floor above. Jackson jumped up and tightened his grip on the gun. There were plenty of thieves in a big city like this, but most committed petty crimes of opportunity - picking pockets, scamming tourists, and the like. No one barged into a guest house and knocked out the owner unless they were after something specific. And anyone who targeted the Set wasn't playing any games. He was at the base of the stairs in two strides. But before he could charge up, two men - men who were certainly not any of his teammates - came bolting down.

"This isn't a request, boy. It's a summons." The line went dead, leaving Jackson alone with Adams and the growing certainty that his night was about to get much worse. The Warehouse District - An Hour Later The address led Jackson to a part of town where honest businesses went to die. Warehouses loomed like concrete tombstones, their broken windows staring down at empty streets where streetlights flickered with the uncertainty of failing heartbeats. Richard Maddox's car was already there, a black sedan that looked out of place among the industrial decay. Jackson parked beside it and walked toward the single illuminated doorway where his father waited like a judge preparing to deliver a death

"But it will take time." "I don't have time," Jackson pulled a knife from his ankle holster. "Take me to Gallows Point." Luke’s eyes widened. "The chop shop district? Boss, that's run by the Russian Mob. They hate you." "Good," Jackson walked towards his car. "I'm in the mood to hit something." One hour later. Gallows Point, Queens. It was a dark, industrial wasteland full of rusted cars and shady deals. Jackson kicked open the door of the largest garage. Ten men stopped working on stolen cars and looked up. They were holding wrenches and crowbars.