Blue Bloods: Jack Boyle Dead Novels & Stories

"He would have hated this. He would have wanted us to just drink a scotch and watch an old movie." "We need this, Mom," Jack said softly. "The world needs to see that Robert Sterling died. It’s the only way they’ll stop looking for him." The priest stepped back. It was time. Jack stepped forward. He didn't have a handful of dirt. Instead, he pulled the heavy tungsten pocket watch from his jacket. The glass face was cracked, the hands frozen at the exact second Robert had pulled the lever. He looked at the empty grave. "You never told me how to be a King," Jack said, his voice low, meant only for the ghosts. "You showed me."

Blue had just started crawling back against the wall, still holding his jaw, face twisted in pain. "Zayn, wait—" he pleaded. "We can talk. I have connections. I can give you names—" Zayn didn’t answer. A single shot rang out. The bullet went clean through Mr. Blue’s skull. He slumped to the ground, dead. Zayn stood still for a moment. Breathing. Processing. Then he turned around. "Clean it up," he said to Day. "Burn whatever needs burning. We’re done here." Terek joined them in the hallway, dragging one of Mr. Blue’s men by the collar. "He’s the last one," he said. "The others are down."

One day, Dad called me, his voice low and solemn as he said, "Daphne, Lucille's father and brother were beaten to death overseas by their former subordinates." They had tried to force Lucille's father and brother to hand over money, but they simply didn't have enough to give. In the end, the mob went wild and beat them to death. Hearing this, I thought it was truly brutal. But thinking about it, I felt like it all made sense. They had killed Chase, and now, they were killed by their own men. Perhaps this was karma.

The investigation moved faster than anyone expected. Both bullets had come from the same man, a longtime member of Marcus's inner circle named Jack. Security footage recovered at the scene showed him walking out after the shooting and exchanging an easy, familiar greeting with the men stationed at the door. The whole thing had been arranged in advance. By the time the family representatives went to bring Jack in, he was already dead, found in a back alley by the port. The cause of death was listed as drowning, but there was bruising around the neck.

It was true that Valerie hadn’t managed to shift since her sixteenth birthday, it was an abnormally but still it wasn’t reason enough to put her life into such a loathsome and abusive way. “And how is that any good?!” My voice was colder than I expected. I saw the expression on both their faces change to something more confusing. “How does the fact that she has finally been killed any good?!!” I banged my hand on the cabinet that sat beside Jacks door. His room was fairly large, darker blue paint and several oil paintings of his ages fixed to the walls. Jack was dumbfounded. I could see the look of shame on his face. “Derry— ”

The question now it was the still tampered with that blow up and killed Jack? Carl the bootlegger was killed by drinking tainted moonshine.Carl delivered the moonshine throughout the county. Anyone that had the money could get the moonshine. Carl had more orders than he could supply with the moonshine made by Jack. Carl started acquiring moonshine from other means to fill his order. Carl did not know it, but he was buying the tainted moonshine and delivering it to the parlors. Carl had heard about everyone getting sick. He thought it was from the flue. One day while delivering the moonshine Carl drank and was killed by the tainted moonshine.

“He was trying to flee the city, and got hit by a truck. He was rushed to the hospital but unfortunately he didn’t make it” “F*ck”, Charles cursed, slamming his phone on the desk. A crack sound as the screen shattered, probably spoilt beyond repair. Jack arched a brow beside him, “What happened?” “The culprit. He is dead”. He let out a frustrated grown, running his hand through hair. How was he to interrogate a dead corpse? “You want me to look into it?” Jack asked beside him. A knock on the door interrupting them.

I share with him honestly. “Well, the rogue who attacked you first is dead. Boyd is dead. What else could there be?” he asks. “I don’t know, I guess that’s the mystery, right?” I ask. After we chat for a few minutes about Maddie’s progress, we hang up and I get back to the work on my desk. Drake POV

“I ca-” Jack pulls her into his arms and holds her as she sobs out her broken heart. A nurse just came by to tell them that Jack needed to get downstairs to his family. That his brother was brought in on an ambulance but he was DOA. Dead on arrival. Dead. Owen is dead. Liv can feel her heart literally crumbling in her chest. “He can't be-” “We don't know for sure. I need to get down there to mom and dad,” Jack tells her with tears on his lashes as well.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9