Black Flag Jack Rackham นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was blackmail, pure and simple. The old slaughterhouse stood skeletal against the bruised-purple sky of dusk. The air was thick with the metallic tang of rust and the ghostly memory of blood. The sound of water dripping from a rusted pipe echoed like a slow, ominous clock. As Jack stepped through the main gate, flanked only by Marcus, he was met with the sight of over a hundred men. They lined the cavernous main floor, clutching pipes, chains, and a few illegally acquired firearms. Their eyes, filled with a mixture of feral aggression and junkie desperation, glowed faintly in the gloom. They were a pack of jackals, all posturing and snarling.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

"That's not going to happen either. Dwight, here's how this is going to play out. You're going to take the 200,000 naira I'm willing to wire you now because I'm not in a foul mood and you're going to walk out of here and never look back. If you don't, this will be the last day you see the sun and I'm going to make sure of it. You know me, I don't bluff and you also know that my influence has no limits. And if you don't get out of here in the next five minutes, the offer is no longer on the table." Randy seemed to contemplate his options. He had seen firsthand how ruthless Jack could be and he knew just how far his reach was. But then he got mad. He was the one with the gun pointed at a girl'

"You lying piece of shit! Here's what actually happened. You have to listen to my side. After Maddy's death, I tried to reach the police but before I could talk to them, I was drugged and abducted. When I opened my eyes, I found myself here. A man in a black mask visited to drop in food and then left. Jack appeared two days later and forced me to send threating messages to Ken, blackmailing him with the truth of him being a drug addict. I had no choice but to do as I was told because I didn't want to die." Jack laughed and then clapped, "Nice story. If you uploaded that online, say on W*****d; I'm sure it'll get a million hits, probably win a Wattys, and maybe even get a Netflix series made

The two guards whispered quickly in Jack's ear, and he shoved away the woman draped across his lap and studied Andrew with sharp eyes. "So, you're Mr. Andrew Lloyd of Gabo Creek?" Andrew smiled politely. "That's right. I hope I'm not intruding." Jack's fleshy face lit up with excitement. "Not at all. Having you in my humble place is an honor! Mr. Lloyd, you're incredible! Anyone who can fight his way out of Goldridge and crush that piece of shit leader from Hidden Dragon deserves my respect. I'm Jack Moss, also known as Big Jack." The nickname 'Big Jack' caught Andrew off guard, but looking at the man's size, it fit too perfectly.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

"He's taken over what's left of the rogue pack. About forty wolves. Maybe more." "Ken." Damien's jaw clenched. "That bastard should've died with his cousin." "He's declared war. On you specifically." Jack glanced at me. Then back at Damien. "He's also put a price on her head. Within his pack of rogues. Whoever is able to catch her will be rewarded. He says she betrayed them and got their boss killed." My stomach dropped. "What kind of price?" Damien's voice was too calm. "Five million dollars. Dead or alive." Jack showed him the screen. "His men are unrelenting."

Or his son? A blurry picture was underneath the third article and I zoomed in the picture and saw a young guy, wearing a black face mask, and wearing a black leather jacket getting off his motorcycle that has the same two letters on the numberplate. Could it be Jake? I continued scrolling. -Gunshots were heard echoing from an alley and a group of men wearing black leather jackets were spotted to be exiting from there. It was the Royal Mafia indeed. ~RM~ symbol says it all.

The blood drained from my face. My heart tightening, making it impossible to breathe… He had slept with half of London, orgies, foursomes, threesomes…he was an alcoholic…reformed at least, a crackhead. Now…a murderer? Jack was a damn killer? I’d been fucking a murderer? All this while? BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!

"We are gonna show them that we hit where it hurts the most." "And what if they catch her?" Asked Jack. A young quite slender guy who had a scar on his right cheeck. He was an ex millitia and later own became a free lance mercenary. Some time back like three years ago he was bieng hunted by money laundering cartels after blackmailing them. He managed to kill three quarter of the team that was sent after him thus proving excellent survival capabilities. "Thats what we actually want. With that they will waste their time on a wild goose chase while we get more time to do our work. Simple as it gets", came Lucas's reply with a grin on his face.