Firefly Jim Yosef Novels & Stories

(YOSEF’S POV) MOSCOW, RUSSIA. I’m a fucking Pyramidite. Yosef Ilya. A made man who’s killed more people than I can count. And I’m crying in the snow like a bitch. Two months. That’s how long Tristan’s been in Moscow, chasing down the Black-Mojo, Camilla’s killers, the bastards who broke him. I stayed in Fijidale like he ordered, watching Carlton, running operations. And now? The news shows Tristan’s body burned beyond recognition. Dead. Except I don’t fucking believe it.

“Alvize, Jasmine knew why I did it. I couldn’t have risked your lives. We couldn’t have the two of you growing up to fight to become Alphas of the pack. The two of you…” “Don’t you think that the excuse is a bit too shady?” Alvize said, stopping her. “I don’t want to hear it, as I really don’t give a damn why you did it. I have my own reasons why I am here, and unfortunately, your son needs to help me with one of them. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered. This place and this family and nowhere near where I belong, it never was, and it never will be. ” “What is going on?” I asked, frowning in confusion and he pulled out his phone. He handed it to me and I frowned when I saw a video of Mikhail

He felt goosebumps when Kayson used his lightning energy just now! “Yuri! Kayson’s… amazing!” Jim’s gaze was frenzied. “Aquilo…” Tamayo was dumbfounded as he felt a buzz in his head. His big brother was a true master-level fighter! It was then someone ran in hastily—the general manager, Jonah.

There was no need for him to put in the effort to prove anything since time would eventually reveal the truth. Thus, Javier turned around and left. He ordered a drink and quietly sat in a corner as he watched what Zoey was doing. Meanwhile, Zoey anxiously asked, “Are you alright, Jim?” After making sure that Javier was nowhere to be seen, Jim raised his head and rested his hand against his head as he revealed his ferocious expression. “Where’s the b*stard who hit me just now? Get him to show himself! I’m definitely going to have someone kill that f*cker! Does he not know who I am? I’m Jimmy, d*mn it!”

"Expect a call from Mr. Song tomorrow. I'll get the center position again." "Whose son are you?" "Jasmine Young Adana." "Good boy." She ruffles his soft hair. "And stay away from this boy." She waves the phone in the air to make him realize that she's talking about Kolya. "He might have Korean blood, but he's not like us." Jasmine is half-blooded Korean too. "Because he's trash." To prove a point, she throws her phone in the trashcan. "He's a trash." Gold repeats, trying so hard to convince himself.