Novel & Cerita Gotham Jerome Valeska

Jerome says on an intake of breath, “there might be…someone else looking for you who has a particular interest in Fay. Besides the cops in New York. Besides…besides Bianci.” “Who?” Kent asks, his voice terrible and cold. Jerome looks up through lowered lids, his whole body starting to tremble as he comes out with it. Fuck, I’m going to die, he thinks, shaking his head. He gulps. “The…the woman who hired me. To get myself into your good graces. She –“ But he doesn’t get another word out, because before he can Kent is across the room, his fist flying through the air. Jerome shouts as Kent’s fist connects with his cheek, sending him stumbling to the side, clutching his face. Jerome groans, pain

Unlike how he was in the past where he had to prove himself, he now carried a subtle authority that made even the experienced Victor think he was in a competition with an equal. Victor cleared his throat. "Let's discuss Titan." "Sounds good." The older man opened a file then stopped when he was interrupted by a knock. Victor’s expression shifted as he looked toward the door. "Come in." The door opened. Two people entered the room other than the secretary who opened the door. The first was familiar to Adam and he recognized him immediately. Jerome. The Lacoste representative. The same man from Havenridge who had also tried to poach Melissa.

Data screens blinked with neural maps, memory cycles, psychological scaffolding. And at the center of it all— Her. Valeska Dormer. Standing. Smiling. Clad in black, eyes sharper than Eden remembered. “I was wondering how long it would take you,” Valeska said. Her voice carried an ease that made Eden’s blood run cold. “You brought Roman. Sweet.” Roman raised his gun. “One move and you die.” Valeska didn’t flinch. “Roman. Always thinking in bullets. But bullets don’t kill ideas.”

Neither acknowledges the flock of Harpies watching them. They're pleased to realise they didn't waste their sister's life, that they too feel the sting of losing a comrade. Their only regret is they hadn't been the ones to deliver the final blow. Oh well, as hard as it is for them to face, the Qusayr will always be superior. If Jaxson lost his mate to their hands, well-... they'd have much more losses. Grayson stands over Valerie's dead figure, his sad eyes boring at her. As a demon, he can sense her soul no longer lives within her. It makes him sad to admit; she's actually dead. He knew from the very first moment he smelled her that she was different.

"I'm not in the mood for a useless conversation, Luna. If this is not important, let's talk some other day." Jerome turned around to exit his office with his head down. Afraid that he wouldn't look at me anymore, I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I thought that he would escape from my warm embrace, but he stayed and even held my hands. "I chose the right path, didn't I? It wasn't my fault that Jazpher opted to do those immoral deeds to Yuki, right? I wasn't the one to be blamed, right?" Jerome consecutively asked, and I felt a change in the way he breathed in and out; he's crying.

Viktor stared into Jerome’s eyes, unflinchingly as he whispered back. “Whether you directly held the spear or camped with those who did it…” Jerome shrugged “It makes no difference to me… the meaning is the same.” His lips curled sinisterly as he continued to whisper “And I am a Zumerong, I pay my debts in full. You will get your due.”

Jeremiah just gurgled happily, grabbing at her hair with strong fist. The next morning, Valerie stood in front of her bedroom mirror, preparing for her business meeting. She'd chosen a sharp colored outfit today, something that'll keep the partners eyes glued on her. She needed to look like the powerful businesswoman she was, not the mother who'd spent the night pacing the nursery, wondering if she was about to come face-to-face with the man who'd disappeared from her life. "Miss Calder," Mary appeared in the doorway, holding Jeremiah, who was dressed in an adorable navy blue romper. "Are you sure you want to bring him to the office today?"

But she had no business feeling uncomfortable in a pleasure house and simply nodded obediently. The man - who Hermosa would later learn was Randolph's man Jarek - gave Hermosa $500 to seduce a brown-skinned man with tattoos all over his upper body in the nightclub next door.He then tells her to get a slip from the man's trouser pocket and make a note of the above. As soon as Hermosa heard about it, she knew it was very dangerous, but there was no way she could refuse. She found the man to finish the job and learned much later that the man was Davis, the gang leader of the Detroit district where she had grown up.

"It's Jerome…my pimp. He's the one who hooked me up with Pastor Adrian." Well, that would explain how Jerome knew where to find her. If Vargas couldn't use the gargoyles to get her, Adrian would use humans. Rhychard wondered what Vargas offered the preacher that would have caused him make such evil decisions. How could Rhychard have allowed this man to fool him for so long?