Jack Cooper Novels & Stories

“What do you want me to do boss?” “Nothing, I am currently tailing her boss. I am sure that he will lead me to her” I hung up and waited for them to come back. Soon they set off again and pulled up at a tattoo shop right behind the hummer that I saw leave earlier. What the hell were they up to. The windows were all painted over so there was no way I would be able to look though. I would have to sit and wait for them to come out. Suddenly one of the guards came back out and walked over to a shed. I gasped as he pulled out a beautiful, limited-edition Harley. Man, that thing would cost a shit load, even I would think twice about spending that much and I am loaded. He then pushed it back inside

Leanora wrapped her coat around Briton. "Find out who those shooters were," Briton said. "And everything about the man with Jamie." "I already checked the guy." Jai held up his phone. "His name is Kade Giordan. Alpha of the Iron Wolves, he runs underground fights. He's been seen with Jamie three times in the last two weeks." They were still mid-talk when the cop's voice started sounding closer. "Get the car," Briton told Jai. "Now." They made it to the parking garage without being seen by any cop. Briton's shoulder bled through Leanora's coat. His wolf paced inside his chest, furious and territorial.

It must have cost hundreds of millions of dollars. “Excuse me?” He walked into the locker room and I refused to walk backwards. No man was going to intimidate me—especially one I didn’t know. “You should quit and look for another job. There is no place for a whore like you here.” Suddenly, Derek appeared behind him. It started to make sense. One of them was feeding the other with malicious information about me. The reason was still unknown. “Do I know you?” I asked. He stepped closer, into my personal space to intimidate me but I refused to cower in fear. I may have been broke but I wasn’t a coward.

I continued to sit and observe long after I finished my coffee, which lived up to Dorothy’s hype by the way, and was just about to get up to leave when a guy, probably around my age, approached my table. “Hi.” He said, flashing me a set of dazzling white teeth as he gripped the back of the chair directly across from me. “Hello back” I said, almost like a question. “I’m sorry, I noticed you walking through town today, I work at the mechanics across the road.” He said smoothly, as he pointed to the workshop directly across from us “I just got off work and saw you still here, I had to come and introduce myself because there is never anyone new in town, especially anyone my age. I’m Jake” he hel

“We were looking for you. Harper and Chase never went home. The rookies too. We were looking for you every hour of every day.” “I know. That kept me hanging on.” A small cough sent stabbing pain through his midsection. “He knew who I was. He had a trap set up.” The captain swore, which was usually the worst of his temper. He was, for the most part, pretty even-keeled, not the type who got off on tearing his men down just to show who was boss. Although, at the moment, he didn’t look too happy with Jack. “I told you being obsessed with a serial killer was a dangerous hobby,” he snapped.

Houston's Latest Heartthrob: The Woman Who Keeps Daniel Zavaro Warm Between the Cleats I snatch the paper from her and scan the article, vaguely aware Geni is reading over my shoulder. Step back ladies. It appears Daniel Zavaro is off the market. Maybe even for good! Last week, the twenty-nine-year-old captain of the Texas Mutiny, and one of last year's most eligible bachelors, was spotted in the company of twenty-five-year-old Quincy Watson, a local hairdresser.

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

Charlotte POV When I pictured myself killing him I never imagined him to be my father. I never imagined being the one to take a life from someone who is supposed to love me. What if he is my father but doesn’t know it? Maybe that would make it easier. How can a father distort someone they created so easily? Did his father just not show him enough attention? What am I saying, he can’t be my father. How did my mother get away with lying about who we really belong to? Maybe that’s why he killed her, for lying. My brother suffered because I was too much of a bitch to stay here and fight for what was mine. But now I get to go out and kill what I’ve always wished I had. Why does living have to be

But everyone in the entire county was there and wanted to meet the man who’d “tamed Keely McKay” “Two Bud Lights,” Jack said and handed the cashier a ten, waving off the change as a tip. Keely saw the women nudging each other and waggling their eyebrows. No denying Jack stood out, not just because he wasn’t a cowboy in an arena filled with them. His forest green mock turtleneck and blue jeans accentuated his eye-catching physique and his dark good looks. “You’re scowling at me. These boots are the closest I’ll ever come to wearing a pair of shitkickers.”

Jack interrupted. “Yes,” Rodrigo replied, “that same guy who’s caught last year in New York. He was a small-time drug dealer back then, but he expanded his business to gun smuggling in and out of the states. He’s been hiding since he got busted, Jack. How the hell did you get involved with these people?”