Federalist John Jay Novels & Stories

I told him, as he mindlessly played with my fingers, “They don’t just let anyone in. You have to be the best. Top grades, strong recommendations, a résumé that screams ‘future federal agent.’ I had all of it.” Alessandro’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, his lips curving slightly as I spoke. Like he liked listening to me talk. He liked knowing this part of me. “At John Jay, I majored in Criminal Justice, focused on Criminology and Intelligence Analysis. It was profiling, threat assessment, learning how to think like the people I was going to hunt,” As I said those words, I looked into his eyes briefly before flicking my attention back to my wine glass and our intertwined hands, “I p

Jay said, "It's true that I want to ask you to be a part of this battle, but it's not to stabilize public opinion. On the contrary, I want you to cause chaos." As soon as he heard that, Zack kept silent. Zack racked his brains and could not figure out Jay's intentions. At that moment, he thought back to the rumors about Jay that said he was the reincarnation of an immortal. Not only was he extraordinary-looking, but he was also a wise strategist. "Come in. But, Grand Old Master Yorks is not allowed in. I'm in a bad mood and it’ll only become worse if I have to look at him for more than a minute."