Jack Cooper Novels & Stories

I shook my head in agreement. Jack was an old timer, a cop's cop whom Police Reform was meant to cure. He was an old salt, Vietnam vet, and still tough as nails. Catching the rag Jack threw at me, I wiped the beer that spilled from Keegs' mouth as he continually sang and sipped at the same time, drooling all over himself. Keegs looked up at me, singing. On the bar was his badge wallet and off duty 380. "Hank Junior... Yeah, he's squashmolished." Maxine rolled her eyes and slapped me on the arm.

Jack waved his hand. The reporter pulled down his camera. "You're from SBS Media, right?" Jack muttered, scanning the information on his ID, which he wrapped around his neck. "Yes, do you know me?" The reporter asked. "Oh yes! Indeed, you are famous! " Jack laughed and lied, and he doesn't know about the reporter. "By the way, are you reporting about Sebastian Richardson?" Jack inquired. "Actually --?" He cleared his throat. "You must pick up a famous and successful person like SR." Jack manipulated.

Jack Cole. He was smiling. But it was not a happy smile. It was the kind of smile a cat makes when it catches a mouse. I held my breath. I did not make a sound. I was too scared to even breathe. Jack Cole walked toward Victor. He walked like he owned the whole world. "Victor Blackwood," Cole said. His voice was loud and fake-friendly. "Look at this mess you made. Right here on a public road." Victor did not answer. He just stood there. He looked cold and dangerous.

I tried again to stand up "seriously, I kinda hoped you could tell me all about that hot guy , I made some research when you never came back , I think I finally found his name , Jack Alphstone " she said and opened the bag " Jack , his name is Jack seriously" that name rung a bell a big big bell " Wait Jack CEO of ASTONE Enterprises" "Yeah that Jack see , I got photos " she handed me her phone. Damn he was handsome, coke black hair , smoky gray eyes , a perfectly sculpted face with glowing skin and a flawless smile ,

“The honor is mine. You’re amazing, from what I hear.” “Thank you.” “And this is Trevor Forsythe. He’s new to Jack’s team. Former FBI. Hell of an investigator.” Well, that explained the pale haircut that was between boot camp and banker. But there was something familiar about him besides the name… The other guy stared and nodded, a little frown deepening between his brows that seemed to hold recognition, too. “Jock Strap?” One-Mile asked. Instantly, the guy started laughing. “Serial Killer?” “Yeah.”

Kayson raised an eyebrow and performed mind expansion while he pushed himself off the ground with the tips of his toes and vanished like the wind. The security guard was stunned and shouted, “F*ck!” in shock. Downstairs… A master-level practitioner gave Captain Yeager a kick that made him bleed internally and knocked out a large number of security guards. Captain Jack and the others made a move in succession, but they could not last more than one round against the master-level practitioner. It was the master-level practitioner newly commissioned by the Allens, and his name was Jock Yake. Kayson stepped out of the elevator with a slightly gloomy expression. He made his way to Captain Yeager,

“If you walk in there with me it turns into a scene. If Maya walks in there with me it stays a conversation I can leave. I will ping you if it goes sideways. I promise.” Cole dragged a hand over his jaw and nodded once, slow. “Fine. But you keep your location on and you do not sit with your back to the door. I did not spend four years watching you survive midterms and a bad marriage just to let that guy play hero in a coffee shop.” I almost smiled. “You also spent four years stealing my notes and then acting shocked when I got you this job.” “I got you this job,” he corrected. “Do not change history because you are nervous. Maya sent your resume. I put it on the right desk. You walked in her

“Really?” “Yeah. I’ll read it out. ‘Kristopher Alan Chevalier, known as Kip, born 21 December 1993, is the joint CEO of Kingpinz Robotics, based in Wellington, New Zealand, along with his twin brother, Saxon Mark Chevalier, and his younger brother, Damon Stuart Chevalier.’ There’s a detailed section on the company. Oh shit, his cousin is Lawrence Oates. Did you read the article on him on Stuff the other day?” “No.”

“The shapeshifter they sent was named Cole and he pretended to be Maverick’s Third, Jake. He told me that he heard a rumor that Maverick had been cheating on me with his ex-wife, Austin’s mother. When I checked it out with my adoptive brother and my beta, I saw Maverick leaving her house,” Jolene continues.

Jacob Reeves did indeed struggle from scratch when he founded Security Black. He worked tirelessly to build a company that was looked down upon by his adoptive father, Nicklaus Hunter. The cold-hearted, iron-fisted man who kicked him out for refusing to marry a woman chosen to strengthen the Hunter Group's business network. The woman now sitting beside Jayden Kingston, the half-American, half-African man who now served as Minister of Defense. Compared to Jayden, Jacob was indeed far more handsome and charming. Especially now that he still looked dashing at the age of fifty.