Jackson Underworld Romane & Geschichten

"I have heard Gerard is a notorious pervert with female captures... Malia's body is so beautiful and fertile, Jackson. Just think what his rough hands might do to her skin inside his dark citadel!" On the other end of the line, Jackson's face turns completely dark with fear and humiliation. He knew exactly what kind of ruthless, dirty alpha Gerard was, but there was a massive problem—his own hands owed Gerard millions of pack resources and his weak position had absolutely no right to challenge the East Side rogue crime boss.

“You… you’re insane…” “Thank you for the compliment.” I straightened and looked toward the door. A middle-aged man in a dark gray trench coat stepped inside. It was Carlo, the Bernardi family’s underboss. “Clean it up,” I said, giving him a small nod. Carlo glanced at the bodies on the floor, then back at me. A trace of approval flashed through his eyes. “Welcome home, Principessa.”

I breathed in and out, steadying my anger. "While I appreciate your offer, sir, I will gladly decline, I am working," "Working for who?" I swallowed looking at the very suspicious look from my colleagues, the correct answer would be working for the hotel of course but this is a trick question, I was assigned to tend to him closely like an assistant which is just a good way to put it. We basically work like their maids for a generous tip, this very service is the very reason STONEFORGE Hotel is popular among the rich and of my two years of working here this is the first time a guest has asked me to join him for dinner.

The internet was a crazy place and I was sure that Agatha had been to parts of the internet that I would not even know existed. "Are you trying your luck to scam my wife once last time?" Jackson asked, emphasizing the wife. "You have a wager with your con artist buddies that you would be the one to finally crack the woman?" "Jackson..." I hissed. But he did not seem the least apologetic as he waved his hand at the drinks and treats on the table. "You said you will give us the intel over coffee and muffins. Everything's here. Now it is your turn to keep your end of the deal."

After the search, the repairman spoke once more. They followed closely behind him and entered the passage. The passage was long and seemed to extend deep underground. Along the way, they passed by fully-armed mercenaries. Henry whispered, “Jake’s influence extends far beyond Cansington into every big city. He’s called the Boss by those in the triad world and is the King of the Underworld. Xander Lawrence, who you killed, is nothing in Jake’s eyes.” “Mhm.” James gave a small nod. He did not care for a mere honcho of a turf.

Pretty impressive. The Kins were also notorious for exploiting women for sex. They bought and sold different shapes, sizes, and colors of pussy. They were drug dealers;but their products were weak. Their whole setup pissed me off. Every time they tried to disturb my peace with their tricks, it just fueled my determination to end their worthless lives. Walking into their basement with David and a few guards behind me, I entered the main hall;and there he was. The motherfucking Jackson himself. “Surprise,” I said, shooting the guard that stood before him. Before Jackson could even reach for his gun, I kicked it off his hand and followed it up with a blow to his head.

He trailed her gaze and gulped when he realized what she was looking at. She walked up to the wall and touched a circular hole on the wall. Like something penetrated it. "What happened? " She asked. "It's just a drill. " He lied and she knew. When she first saw it, she knew immediately it was a bullet that caused it and since he doesn't want to talk, then he's hiding something. If he went to learn self defense, they wouldn't give him licence to a gun. So her assumption was in two ways. It's either he was attacked, and he doesn't want me to know. Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover.

Jackson knight. Jackson is our worst enemy, he is a greedy bitch that wants all the power, but he does it in the most cruel way. He is a terrorist and a true monster from the pits of hell and will stop at nothing to get what he wants, unfortunately for him, I'm the devil himself. *present time* ~Xavior's POV

Apart from those, he wasn't such a man of big stature. "My name is Jackson. I am the boss of The Thrill. You are Raymond. She is Grace, the zombie fighter. Aren't you thrilled?" Jackson stretched his hand to shake hands with Raymond. Raymond refused to take it. "It's okay, if you don't shake hands. You're still bathing in hot surprise" he walked away from them. An iron cage dropped over the two of them immediately Jackson moved away from them. "I won't want you to think of yourselves as prisoners. I just hate losing my men easily and carelessly. They are like brothers to me" he put his hand on his heart emotionally.