Jack Cooper Novels & Stories

I curiously asked. “That’s my husband.” We got into the car, Packer taking the front seat while Kate went to the back seat, “stop,” I ordered as Doreen’s husband signaled us to stop. “Mr. Matt Coleman, it’s me, Jackson,” he said when I lowered my window. He seemed familiar, but not so much, “I was your PRO for the C.O.L.E. MAN company in New York. I never believed I was going to find you so soon.”

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.”

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.

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

“I just got off work and we came out here to get some privacy.” The cop’s headlights gave me enough light to see him once he swayed into the beams. “You look familiar,” he said. “What’s your name?” I glanced at his uniform for the first time and realized he was a Zachary cop, and not from Baton Rouge. Josie tensed beside me. My mother didn’t leave our family with a good reputation. “Maverick Booker.” “I thought so,” he said. “The football king, huh? Well, too bad I know where you grew up. You mind emptying your pockets for me, son?”

The driver followed my gaze and saw them too. "Get in, and I'll get you out of here." He said. That was a very narrow escape,I thought to myself as the truck zoomed off. Something about the driver's face told me that I had seen him before. "Who are you?" I asked him while holding on tightly to my sons. He responded in a cool and composed voice. "My name is Ryker. I'm... Jaxon 's pal." and then I realized that he also had recognized me in that instant that our eyes locked.