Blue Bloods Jack Boyle Novels & Stories

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

“I’m happy for you. Is the pack house that bad?” Quentin stares at me for a long time, my cheeks heat at the scrutiny. “What?” I pat my face, feeling self-conscious. “Do I have something on—” “You know many people only noticed your hair back then,” he begins. My blood runs cold, hands falling from my face. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you mean.” “But I noticed your eyes. They’re the strangest shade of blue, too bright,” he says. “Almost transparent.”

He was just like a lab rat. I leaned in closer so that I could watch the way his eyes bulged beneath the nylon. His lips were gradually turning blue. My lips widened in a grin. “Do you still think I'm a mere monster?” He shook his head violently, and the water spilt from the edges of the nylon. It drenched his face, mixing with the blood. Jack continued to pour as slowly as he could so that he could savour this.

It was the same shit every time we bumped into each other. “Leah”. Lacey gasped placing her hand on my arm. “Your eyes are blue”. “Yeah I know”. I frowned. “No like ice blue”. “What?”. I grabbed my phone from my purse and turned on the camera. Sure as hell they were bright icy blue. I wasn’t sure what was going on. “Someone’s wolf has finally made an appearance”. Jack. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn’t feel any different. It wasn’t like I could feel her.

Cole’s eyes narrowed as he saw Jack’s expression darken. Behind him, I blinked in surprise, trying to understand what the pair of brothers meant by this. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I could see that Cole was deliberately provoking Jack—and it was working. Up until now, Jack had remained calm and composed, but Cole’s words were clearly getting under his skin. Did Cole mean that King Theodore had literally killed Queen Claudia? I swallowed hard in anticipation of his elaboration. "I do blame him," Jack said, his voice as cold as ice. A shiver ran through me at the very sound of it. "And I hate the fact that I share half of his blood."

Across the island, Isabella went still for two full seconds. Nonna Sveta turned around. Her gaze found Elena—not with grandmotherly warmth, but with the sharpened recognition of a woman who knew how to identify precision when she heard it. ✘ ✘ ✘ Nonna Sveta sent Elena to retrieve Blood Oranges from the lower compartment of the refrigerator. Elena transferred them to the wooden cutting board and split the first one open—one clean, assured press downward. No hesitation. The inside bled deep red. Its juice crept slowly across the grain of the board, far too dramatic for a winter fruit.

I growled. “Blood doesn’t always mean loyalty and you should at least fight back when you are attacked.” Jax shot back. “Didn’t Kade prove that tonight?” I slammed my fist against the desk, the wood cracking under the force. “Jack may be a fool, but if Giovanni’s using him, I’ll deal with it. My way.” Jax didn’t push further. He knew when the fire was too close to burn. *** The next day, I called for Jack. He arrived late, swaggering into the study room like he hadn’t just been summoned after a night of chaos. His shirt was crisp, his watch gleaming. He looked every inch the spoiled heir who thought the world bent for him.

He looked at the picture of the dead John and handed it over to him and although there were no emotions on his face, he was shocked by who he was staring at. This was the blue-haired man Jack, the one who had stolen the prototype right under their nose but how was this possible? Jack was currently in his dungeon. This wasn't looking good for him, if truly this was the blue-haired man in his dungeon, he stared at John, "Who is this?" "The blue-haired bastard has a twin but I think someone was trying to set you up using all the best tactics that they can," John answered. "A twin?" Aiden murmured while looking at the picture.

“What’s this?” “It’s poison,” I explained. “Loren gave it to me. It’s undetectable—colorless, tasteless, and impossible to trace. Slip it into Jack’s food, and he’ll be gone instantly. Once Jack is dead, we’ll rally the other packs and destroy the Blue Lagoon pack. You’ll be free, and justice will finally be served.” Rose stared at the vial, her expression unreadable. I leaned closer, my voice growing more urgent. “You’ll be avenging your father and the Maroon Hill pack. This is our only chance, Rose. Don’t let Jack’s facade fool you—he’s still the monster who took everything from us.”