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Karina let out a guttural scream of panic, every ounce of fight returning in an instant. She tried to dash over to Caleb's lifeless body, but one of Jason's bodyguards was on her like pit bulls, grabbing the wildcat and holding her back with ease despite her desperate struggles. The one goon who seemed to be the senior of the group gave Jason a respectful nod, then turned and strode out of the room to carry out the order to bankrupt the Stones. No words were needed. Once the goon was gone, Jason's piercing gaze settled back on Karina who looked like she'd aged ten years in the span of a minute.

He pulls me out of the locker room and leads me down a small corridor hidden from view, "Answer me, what the fuck is going on? Why are you here naked in the showers? No, why are you even here at all... and what's going on with your scent?" "I'm a student here, a rookie,” I reply, pulling my arm out of his grip so he doesn't think he can keep treating me like he did before, he lost that privilege. Jason looks confused, "I'm pretending to be Rio and it's working wonderfully. I want to work for security, so that's why I'm here. And I’m taking inhibitors to make my omega scent disappear." Jason closes his eyes and shakes his head. "That sounds like a really bad idea," he grumbles, "Does your mom

Zoey must’ve suffered at their hands. Soon, a black Porsche Cayenne stopped in front of Jason. He got into the car. “Give me the information about the Jenners,” he said fiercely. A bodyguard passed some documents to him. Jason scanned through the documents and sneered. Robert had become very careful and hadn’t invested much the last few years few years. It made sense. His riches were not supposed to be his. He could lose them very easily. Jason massaged his temple and put down the documents. There was a scar on his brow bone. It was a scar from prison. He could only be here today because of this scar. He had to be merciless to protect those he wanted to protect. He had already become a kille

to give Gideon a proper explanation. Ravenport was Jason's turf, so only he could step up. Jason was set to become the Townsend family's future head, and Gideon was his greatest leverage. Without him, Jason couldn't have defeated his ruthless older sister. So, dealing with Liam wasn't even a question. "You kill my vibe, Mr. Toothpick. Just wait," Jason snarled, signaling his bodyguards to seize Liam and everyone he'd brought with him. Then, he had them sent off in a speedboat.

“What’s the stat?” “I’ve got good news,” Jason says, emulating Chuck’s guido mode of speech instead of the surfer dude, no doubt figuring Chuck never revealed his true personality to Gale. “Agent Javor came to his senses and agreed to join us. I think his inside information on T.H.E.M. will prove to be invaluable when we’re ready to go public.” “And the girl?” The urgency in Gale’s distorted voice makes it clear that he could care less about whether Jason was killed or defected. I suppose I should be flattered.

I began, my voice measured yet firm, "I need you to be honest with me. Were you in contact with anyone or did you assist in any way with the operation that resulted in the loss of one of our guards?" Jason met my gaze directly, his expression a mixture of seriousness and determination. His response was immediate, his voice carrying an unwavering honesty. "No, Jasmine," he replied, his words filled with sincerity. "I had no involvement in the operation. I swear on my loyalty to Levi and the pack."

I don't know –” Giveon mumbled, “If I need to, then I might,“ Giveon's voice was soaked in apprehension, which was odd. Jason used to be his buddy. But right now, he was talking about him like he was just some random monster. He couldn't help it. Jason was legendary for the millions of lives he has wasted since he turned Capo. He was a bloody assassin now. A Mafia! Years spent with Jason were the reason he was feeling a pang of sadness right now. But if he happens to encounter Jason, he just might kill him. That's just the logical thing to do.

Standing at 6'2" with shaggy dark brown hair and blue eyes he was a work of art. And by that I meant it quite literally. Covered in tattoos from head to toe there weren't very many blank spots. He had his ears gauged out as well, a fact we always reminded him of by attempting to toss things through them. Despite his rather harsh appearance he was quite a softie. He always told the truth, even when it hurt; and had a well developed sense of humor. Jason sported a holster on each hip for his double pistols, which were his weapon of choice; and he rivaled Devon in the accuracy of his aim. He had previously been a chef of all things, so whenever something was wrong with the food (which was often

JASMIN Oh God. Jason Knight was the most intense man I had ever met—and that’s saying a lot, considering the creeps I’ve had to dodge most of my life. But him? He was something else entirely. The moment our eyes locked, something inside me shifted. Those hazel eyes—smoldering, sharp, hungry—seemed to see right through me, peeling away the layers I’d fought so hard to protect.

He entered Mortimer's cell. Mortimer looked up, expecting the see the King or Prince Clyde as usual. "Mortimer" Jason called "Who are you?" Mortimer asked "I'm Jason, I'm a druid, from Axifon" Mortimer's eyes lit up in surprise. He had heard of him. "Sire" He called Jason bent down "You'll soon be saved, I promise, I wish I could help but I can't tamper with what is supposed to happen" He said and stood up.