Better Off Dead: A Jack Reacher Novel Novels & Stories

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

“You’re okay, Harper. It’s over now.” This time, it really is. Rafe tackled Jack as the gun went off, and they both hit the ground so hard, Jack was knocked out. I’m not sure why Rafe isn’t moving if it’s just a graze. Maybe he hit his head. I start to tremble as I realize it’s finally over. Except that, even though his eyes are closed, Jack is reaching for the gun that had been knocked from his hand. I open my mouth to say something, but a shiny leather shoe comes down hard on his wrist. Jack yelps.

“Sure. But I didn’t think you were leaving her again.” “She’s safe here. And if anything does happen, it will be on you.” Quickly heading back to the nearby hotel. Jack was sitting with his feet up on a desk reading a newspaper. He only puts it down when the door slams shut. “She’s awake?” He mutters, studying me. “How would you know?” “You left her side. That can only mean one of two things. She is awake or she is dead.” “What did you mean when you said death changes people?”

Jack got on the ground to check on the man and found a little amount of the toxic fluid in his body. At this point, he knew they probably walked into a trap. He slowly turned around to face everyone. " He is dead ". " Huh? ", Ashley found him unbelievable and got on his knees to check on the man. Unlike what Jack said, the man was breathing properly and his pulse was perfectly fine. There was no way this man was dead. " He is breathing, he is not dead ", Ashley announced. " He is dead ", Zack didn't back off from his original statement. " He is just like all those refugee troupes who have been targeted by the unknown enemy. He might look alive, but in reality, he is not ", He broke the news

His face fell at the sound of a revolver being cocked and the press of a barrel against the back of his head. “I’ve always preferred a revolver.” Jack stated calmly. “Gives me less to have to keep track of. Less cleaning up. Brass doesn’t go flying everywhere.” “So you’ll just blow my brains out?” “Not here in the boss’ office. And not from behind.” Jack warned. “You might not see me. But you’ll see the bullet.” Leaning forward, Reese steepled his fingers and rested his chin on his fingertips. “Leave my town, forget about my family and I will forget about you. Continue to go after my loved ones, and I will make you wish that that you were in a Mexican prison.”

“Alpha Kirk would have to mate with Violet to restore order.” Another warned that the pack would ask questions, so they agreed to hide certain details from the public report. They never mentioned justice. They never mentioned remorse. A healer hesitated before signing the death certificate. “She wasn’t supposed to die this soon,” he whispered when he thought no one heard. The Beta told him to stop overthinking it. “The Alpha can move forward without complications.” My life was reduced to a complication.

The unborn baby hasn't committed any crime, so it was also his child, right? I don't know what else to say, but if anything happens to Grace, I'd fucking curse God and kill my fucking self. I blow off their heads like they were nothing because they were actually nothing to me. All I cared about now was Grace. I wanted to see her, to fucking have her with me again. “Don, if you can, search for his right-hand man. He should know where Raymond is” Jack said to me through the ear device. I made my way into the mansion as my men turned the mansion red. I love these men, they showed no mercy and killed quickly. It was like their guns were attached to their hands, they didn't miss at all. Their wea

The wine burned, and I coughed until my eyes watered, but my heart was warm. In my last life, Everett died trying to get justice for me, and Stellan had him killed for it. In this life, he was alive and well, still the same brilliant, spirited eldest son of the Renworth family. "Everett." I set the glass down and looked at him. "Thank you." "For what?" He laughed and ruffled my hair. "You're my sister. If I don't look out for you, who will?" I laughed too. He was right. This life was different.

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.

Friends at the top saw this and were going to come help. "But I was too weak... my grip began to slip and before I knew it, she holding on by finger tips. She begged me not to let go. I tried to use my other hand to get a better grip. My other hand was sweatier and so she slipped. The fall killed her instantly." Ashleigh closed her eyes at the thought. She opened them again and looked at the man beside her. "I'm sorry," she said. Richard looked at her with a small smile, "It's alright." He looked his hands and let out a sigh. He then asked, "Wait... what are you doing here?"