Captain Hook Jason Isaacs Novels & Stories

“Nathan did that. I simply profited from it.” Police flooded the hallway outside. “DROP YOUR WEAPON!” The fake Jason moved instantly. Faster than anyone expected. He grabbed Isabella by the throat and dragged her against him, gun pressed to her head. Everyone froze. “Back up!” he shouted. Police aimed from the doorway. “Sir, put the weapon down!” “No chance.” Isabella trembled violently. “Jason…” she whispered. He smiled darkly. “That’s not my name.” “Who are you?” I asked shakily.

He released Isaac, dropped his gun on the ground, raised his hands, and said, "Release Jane and I'll be your hostage. I'll even make sure that you can leave Quill City safely." "You?" Isaac shook his head and added, "Captain Simpson, I’m open to exchanging hostages, but certainly not you!" "Then who do you want as a hostage?" Isaac slowly straightened his collar, sat down in his original position, and tilted his head as he smiled and said, "I heard that your niece has a good relationship with a young man named Alex Cohen, right? I want him..." Harvey was a bit stunned and asked, "I'm the one who wants to arrest you. What does it have to do with Alex Cohen?"

The naked man growls lowly. “Mine!” “Fuck off Isaac!” Mason says, his voice cracking as he bends down, scooping up the injured Robin, who groans. The male named Isaac tries to stand but fails and he drags himself after Mason, who is trying to run Robin to the medic. “Robin,” Isaac says pathetically, tears on his face. He turns to me and Alpha Wade. “I didn’t believe she was my mate. She isn’t of age. How was I supposed to know what I was feeling wasn’t some spell?” He is desperate as he tries again to drag his limp body in the direction that Mason went. If I wasn’t already growing weak from the wound at my neck, I would have carried Isaac myself.

Do I wear the experience on my face like a scarlet letter? "Different?" I keep my voice carefully neutral while my pulse jumps. "What do you mean?" Jason studies me with those sharp blue eyes that made him an excellent detective and now make him an excellent captain. "I don't know. Brighter, maybe? Like you got some good news or..." His expression shifts to something more paternal, more protective. "Please tell me Viktor didn't propose. Because I still have serious reservations about that boy." Relief floods through me so fast I almost laugh. He's fishing for Viktor-related gossip, not analyzing my moral choices.

I pulled at the chains, but they held firm. Isabella dismissed her crew and locked the door. She shed her vest slowly, revealing full breasts with hard nipples. Her breeches followed, showing strong thighs and a trimmed patch of red hair between her legs. She climbed onto the bed, straddling my waist. "Look at you. Hard already for your captor." Her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking firmly. "Tell me your name, officer." "Captain James Harlan," I growled. "This is madness. Release me."