Gamma Jack Novels & Stories

My eyes remain fixed on Jake, whose head hangs low, his breathing labored. “So, guys,” Jack begins, his tone disturbingly cheerful. “Let’s talk.”

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

"When I target someone. I don't stand around to let them know. I go for the kill. You're fucked now because King Daddy is here and that little girl right there is his little princess," The Jeep blocks the only exit along with three other cars. Jaykob makes his way over to us with Miles and Micca behind him. He looks like he just got out of bed. Sweatpants, a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of running shoes. I doubt he's wearing socks. His blonde hair is all over the place and the idiot has a fucking cigarette between his lips. Jaykob Tyler is a mess and everyone is scared of him. "What the fuck, G?" Jay demands, his eyes sweep Geo's expensive suit.

I was a child again, feeling his dirty hands on me, groping at my clothes while forcing my legs apart. The image shifted and I was driving a knife into his body over and over and over again I woke up gasping for breath, it’s really crazy how These nightmares started again a month ago, so I’ve been drowning myself in wine and men, it helps for the most part, but it is crazy. First thing I noticed after jerking awake was the killer headache I was sporting, second thing I noticed, was that there was a stranger in my bed. I stared long and hard at his face…. what was his name again? Jake? …..Zeke? Ugh dang it!

Carter had conveniently forgotten and then created the whole mess Jack was currently dealing with. “Right, so, you need to fix this,” Carter said when Jack didn’t answer. Gate is the biggest launch of the year and is going to be on every single gamer’s Christmas list. We need to be at that launch, Jack, and I don’t care what you have to do to make it happen.”

She searched his face for exaggeration, but Tank’s eyes were steady, his tone simple. “That’s Tank for you,” Hawk muttered, shaking his head. “Looks like a grizzly, heart like a damn teddy bear.” The laughter that followed was rough, genuine. ________________ Hawk tipped his head back, blowing smoke into the night. “Fine. My turn. Out on the I-40 run couple years ago, Jackals thought they could tail us. I cut back on ‘em, made ‘em eat gravel. You should’ve seen the look on that bastard’s face when his bike slid out.”

“He’s the CEO of Limone. Started his gaming company at twelve, now he builds robots, planes, all kinds of stuff.” Leo nods. “That’s impressive.” Then he smirks at me. “And you went for the broke brother?” Georgia snorts, laughing. “C’mon, guys. Jake’s not a billionaire, but he’s amazing too. Gee, you know he is,” I defend him. “Yeah, whatever,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. I think about unblocking Jake. It must’ve been a misunderstanding. Jake wouldn’t take my calls while getting head from his best friend right?

“For a strip? You’re already half naked.” Daniel Garcia swallowed and rinsed the wheel with the hose. “I bet you really want to see my wet- dream cock though,” he said with a lot more confidence than he had right now. Jack’s shoulders had such a nice shape to them. He couldn’t get over how much Jack had grown. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re advertising something not worthy of my attention?” teased Jack. He picked up the cup and kept on drinking.

"The moment the mist cleared, he ran straight to my door! I thought I was dreaming!" Gabe drew a sharp breath, looking every bit the starstruck fan meeting his idol, stammering a little as he spoke. "Ja… Jake, hello!" Even though Gabe was a few years older than Jake, that greeting came out with complete sincerity, not a shred of self-consciousness in it. Of course it did. Jake was the legend of Zone C-996, the terror who tore through the map in his motorhome, grinding down guilds and dungeon bosses alike. And Gabe was finally meeting him in person!

Jake stepped to the rank and flagged a cab. Outside the terminal An electric Toyota glided to the curb. The driver unfolded from the seat—tall, wiry, weathered, a fluffy black beard like a tangled hedge and a stubborn combover fighting the breeze. Beach trousers, loud red-and-yellow floral shirt, and a chunky gold pendant with the energy of a B-grade gangster’s court day. He popped the boot and shouted, “Need a hand with the bags?” Metallica drowned him out. Jake blinked, tugged an earcup back. “What?”