Gamma Jack 소설 & 이야기

JAX I wind my fingers around the necks of the empty beer bottles on the table, carrying three in each hand and walking into the kitchen to discard them. “Thanks, man,” Reid grumbles, pressing his foot on the pedal of the stainless-steel garbage can to pop the lid open. The bottles clatter together as I toss them inside. “No problem. Wish those guys didn’t have to take off already, I could use a few more brewskis after that shitshow.”

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

I'm in. Weirdo: But I just wanna eat. Oppa: Jack, you better get your ass over to Jess's place before I drag it there. Weirdo: Fine, fine, Jeez, no need to get your pants in a knot grandpa. Oppa: Jack Vincent Tucker. What did you just call me?. Weirdo: Uh Oh, see you soon Jess, I'm out. Weirdo logged out. Val: Jack's yelling, we'll see you guys soon.

Still keeping his hand over my mouth, Lucas lifted himself up on the bed, so that he was kneeling over me, straddling my hips as he looked down at me, a manic smile on his face. “Don’t get too comfortable with my brother, Sofia, because no matter what he may think, you’re mine. And should you get any bright ideas about telling Derek about this little rendezvous of ours, consider this a stern warning.” He used his free hand to retrieve something from his jacket’s pocket. It was a lock of brown hair. My eyes grew wide with horror imagining what the object implied. He began tracing the ends of the strands of hair over my jaw line. “I have a gift waiting for you at the bathroom. Before you screa

Daniel stumbles before righting himself and pulling Geovany into a headlock. "What the fuck was that for?" I hear Daniel ask as they walk away. "This is a kid's party, man," Geovany responds. "I was trying to keep it from turning into something rated NC-17." They continue to rib each other as they go out to the deck and greet more of our guests.

••••🍀RACHEL🍀 I was introduced to the members of the gang. They were all tough looking and dangerous enough to shake you off. Rumbo Jack, the tallest amongst them all. About 7ft 3inches tall with long, wavy dirty blonde hair. He was more muscular than the rest and he was called the gang’s muscle. I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull.

Blood Oak’s disgraced former Beta…” A knock on my door snaps me out of the rabbit hole I ventured down. I make my way over unlock and open the door. Jace steps in with his laptop and I lock the door behind him “So what do you have on the jack wad so far?” Jace asks as he sets himself up on the coffee table in front of my couch. Briefly, I show him what I’ve found so far and how it wasn’t much to run with. “Were you able to get anything on his phone?” I ask.

This is despite the fact that he urged me to do so. Regarding Rivard Escallions, I believe that I have come across that name before, or I may have just seen it. What truly stood out to me about Jake was the tattoo that he has on the back of his neck. I immediately recognized the design.

the guy said with a mocking smirk. "Sierra, how have you been?" Jaxon asked the young girl who looked like the shy one. "I've been good, I heard that you got married. I'm sorry that I was unable to attend your wedding, your wife is beautiful" she replied innocently while avoiding Jaxon 's eye contact. "You are still as timid as always," Jaxon replied. "I'll catch you guys around" the Gideon guy said before he walked away and Richard snorted in annoyance.

I swear it. When I returned to the pack house, Jake was already there, his face twisted in pain as he spoke with a group of warriors. He looked up as I approached, his eyes locking onto mine. “Who?” he asked simply. “Tim,” I said, my voice breaking. “They killed Tim.” Jake’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might break. He turned away, slamming his fist into the nearest wall. The sound echoed through the room, a raw, physical manifestation of his rage.