Jack Harlow Parents Novels & Stories

“Not just to see her. I found some information about that Cara girl. I thought you would want to know. Then I thought why not hit two birds with one stone. I can speak to you and I can see an old friend.” “What about Cara?” Stevens asks and I give him a warning look not to mention her death. Harlow looks around nervously, “Maybe we could go somewhere a little more quiet?” I gesture to my office and he waits until the door closes behind us. “Firstly, I want to say I categorically did not know anything about what I’m going to tell you. I still haven’t gone through all of my father’s things. He kept a shit tonne of paperwork, more than what is necessary for a pack of our size and to be honest,

Delara's face that made me sit forward. "Then you don't know everything," she said. "Courtney Hart was not simply a brave young woman who stumbled onto dangerous information. She was manipulated, yes. Frightened, yes. But she was brought into Harlow's circle before any of that. She got involved with him before she understood what he was and by the time she did—" She stopped. "She was already pregnant." I went very still. "Harlow is Nyla's father," she said. Plainly. No softening.

I thought it was the beginning of a thaw between us, and I was so excited that I barely slept for days. I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and even lit scented candles to set the mood, but I never expected Tilly to walk in with Harvey, who looked disheveled, as if he'd just been beaten up. He stared at the carefully arranged room, eyes trembling, and spoke in a broken voice. "Tilly… even though my business failed and my father's gone, seeing you living so happily like this is enough for me." Tilly frowned and shot me an impatient look. "Jace, didn't I text you and tell you not to do all this? Harvey's dad just passed away today. Are you deliberately trying to upset Harvey?"

However, Noah had his mother’s coloring; light brown hair and brown eyes in contrast to his father’s blond hair and blue eyes. Harlow spotted me and beckoned me over with a nod. I turned to Blake who was behind me. “I’m going to have a word with Harlow and his kid. Try to mingle and see if there’s anything that can help us trace the dealers. Focus on the dead son’s friends too.” “Got it.” Blake replied and slipped away. I adjusted the sleeves of my black suit and approached Harlow, who was speaking in low tones with a man I recognised as Congressman Luther. The two men stopped their conversation when I neared and Harlow turned to me.