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and Jade responded with a grin. He continued, "When you get to hell, you should offer the devil your pussy, he might reduce your punishment," and then he spanked her ass cheek. "What are you talking about?" Jade asked with a puzzled expression. Jack grinned and continued to kiss her on the neck as he asked, "Isn't it obvious?" "What?" Jack carefully positioned his gun next to her side. She attempted to retreat, but Jack continued to press her against the wall despite her efforts. "What are you doing?"

One pulse—the white shirt—held to a straight line. He smiled without humour. “Sonja,” he said. “Wake our friends at the lab. Tell them I’m bringing a storm in a bag.” “Copy,” she said, and dialled. Jack looked out into the screaming lights bouncing off low clouds and felt the old, cold happiness of a man who’d traded the right thing for the necessary and got away with it—for now. “Keep them in the net,” he said. “Don’t blink.” No one did.

"Enough with this nonsense guys." said Jack looking at his band mates who are making fun of him as he got into yet another scandal with a female idol, couple of days ago. "Don’t be grumpy Jack. Look at the gossips. Oh My God! your fans are scolding that poor girl as she is in scandal with you. I pity her" said Zach McQueen one of his band mates. He is closest to Jack. Zach is also known as 'THUNDER' by fans. His voice is so deep and sexy, so they named him Thunder.

"He's… a really good fighter. I was on the ground before I even knew what was going on," Sopa said, clutching his face. Cade chuckled. "Doesn't really take a good fighter to take down an idiot like you, does it?" Sopa hardly dared to say another word then. Cade looked at Jack coldly. "Do you have enough money yet?" "N-No," Jack said shakily. Cade sneered. "You're lucky you bring me hot chicks from time to time. I'd have fed you to the dogs otherwise."

Colt demands. Jack just smirks and winks at me. “I’ve got my ways,” he drawls. I look at him in shock. What on earth is he saying?

As Calvin began pouring another round, Jack said, "We were hoping you would be home soon. We were thinking about doing some body shots." Referring to the practice of licking salt off another person's body and sucking a lime that was in that person's mouth, she replied with a twinkle in her eye, "Oh you didn't have to wait. I wouldn't mind if you had started without me." She was already beginning to feel better. "Yeah, right," Jack laughed. Holding up the salt shaker with a wicked smile, he asked her, "Well? What do you say?"

It was right next to the boxers. “I feel like a million bucks in these,” he bolstered as he strutted into the living room. Too bad you look like a baked potato with olive oil, she thought. “Let's have a toast,” Jackie said. Marty smiled and strolled to her. Jackie gave him the glass with the rohypnol in it. Jackie picked up her glass and turned to him. “To a new beginning,” she said with a bright smile. Jackie watched Marty drink his champagne over the rime of her glass. He drank half of it and looked at her.

Naturally the celebration continues for a few more dozens minutes, and this entire time the 2 officer just silently looking at the crowd with a smile, understood that it was time to give these gloomy folks the time for them to celebrate uninterrupted. “Sorry, sir…I got carried away….please tell me…no..tell US..what you want us to do…we will all do it right away…we will make sure that everything you want will be done right away..”.(Jackie) Done with his celebration that takes minutes, Jackie grab his sanity and now he truly wanted to attend to the 2 soldier of Aeternum that bring him and his fellow friends the great news.

The jukebox is howling some old-school outlaw country, bass thumping hard enough to rattle the bottles lined up behind the bar, and I vault the countertop in one smooth leap, boots clanging on the scarred wood as I land like I own the damn universe. “First round’s on the prez!” I roar, snatching a fresh bottle of Jack Daniel’s from the shelf and cracking the seal with my teeth, the sharp crack echoing over the music. “To pipelines that don’t get us pinched, percentages that keep the lights on, and not letting the cartel turn our dicks into target practice!” The room explodes into a single, rolling wave of cheers and slammed glasses, the chant starting up somewhere near the pool tables and sp

He held it up like a torch, like a declaration, his face illuminated by fire that reflected in his eyes. “We are waging war against you people,” Jack said, his voice steady despite the burning cloth in his hand. “And we will make sure you crumble. Make sure your kind ceases to exist.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​