Jack London Novel Novels & Stories

Independence Day, 9 PM “Alright, thank you, bro. Be extra careful.” Jack hangs up the phone. “They are at the last stage of airplane delivery,” Jack says, shifting from one foot to another. He looks a bit nervous for a veteran and an ex-mafia member who has seen blood and death first-hand. What will happen tonight is nothing compared to what he had experienced before. “Good,” Chris nods, his eyes still fixating on the book he is reading. Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch. His favorite.

Jack Weeks had gone past, and Jack had thrown himself into work , accepting meetings all across the west coast and a couple in Dubai. His mind continued to revisit the feeling that something was off with Liza. She seemed so tired and scared, did he do that ? After six long weeks of non-stop work and endless travel, Jack was finally back in the city. It was a Thursday evening, the clock striking 8pm, and he had just landed. There was no time to rest - he had to rush to the office to change into a fresh suit for the next important meeting. Exhausted but determined, Jack made his way into the building, greeted by the familiar security guard who had been taking care of things in his absence.

We passed the drink back and forth, ordered another, and then another, talking and laughing. We talked about everything and nothing at the same time. Our conversation drifted easily from topic to topic, from the weather to our childhoods to what we wanted from the future. It was like catching up with an old friend who really did want to know how life was going. I learned that Jack came from a wealthy family and he was expected to take over his father’s company in the next year. It sounded like this was going to be his last vacation for a long while. He was very careful never to say what his company was, and I didn’t pry. He grew up with privilege and was fascinated by my stories of growing u

"Waverly Village is basically like a small dot in the map, while Capital City is like a battleground. Sooner or later, he's bound to end up in Capital City." "I've already lost Santiago. I can't lose Jacky." "He has Waverly Village as his backing. I know he'll soon end up in Capital City. If he can move up the ranks, then he will have nothing to fear." "People change. Those who prefer sitting in the dark enjoy being reckless and unbridled. They are allowed to behave that way because nobody will know what they've done." "However, those who prefer being out in the open have to behave themselves because even if they killed an ant, it would be known by others, not to mention killing a person. It

I asked and Jack laughed. “Do you need anything” “No. Have you found your leak yet?” I asked him. “Not yet,” Jack said, sounding despondent. “My Chicago address was leaked too,” I said. “Are you sure?” “I followed Huxman there,” I said. “He gave me a name.” “Who?” Jack asked me and I could hear him typing in the background. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” I said. “Jericho–”

Chapter 9 Before heading back to the ranch, Jack stopped at a small bookstore. Since he didn’t know Charlotte’s reading tastes, he decided to ask the sales assistant for help. When he entered the store, he was greeted by a middle-aged woman with glasses perched on the tip of her nose and a warm smile. “Hello, may I help you, Mr. Colt?” she asked. “Yes, I hope so,” replied Jack, looking somewhat flustered. “I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.”

He’d reached Lila’s side by the time they stopped before Benjamin and she made the introductions. “I’m not big on wolves,” Benjamin grumbled as he made a concerted effort to politely shake Joseph’s outstretched hand, “but these are extenuating circumstances.” “I’m not sure I understood Ingrid correctly,” Joseph admitted. Looking past Benjamin, he smiled at the man who leaned against the wall in a surprisingly relaxed manner. Jutting his chin in his direction, he asked, “Is this our new wolf?” Before the warlock could respond, Jasper moved forward and extended his hand to Joseph as he grumbled, “We don’t know what the hell I am. I’m wolf, but something more.”

“How’d you end up in little ole June Lake? I mean, aside from the bronze bull incident.” Jack’s lips tilted. He turned and sat cross-legged, facing me. “That’s a long, tragic story, sweetheart. Are you sure you don’t want to start with something lighter? Like the time I pantsed the mall Santa when I was seven?” He smiled as he said it, but I could see a storm behind those eyes. I crossed my own legs and scooted closer, till our knees were touching. “I can take the tragic story. Unless you don’t want to tell me.”

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

Jack asked in a low voice after the wine steward poured us each a glass of white and then disappeared. "Of course." Somewhere during the limo ride, I'd figured it out. We were reenacting a scene from Lady Lust. Clever Jack to have figured out that my fantasies and my reading material ran closely together. That might have explained last night's phone call too - there was a similar scene early in the novel. Of course the appetizer in my kitchen had been off-script, but I didn't think either of us minded about that. Content with where he was going, I was more than willing to follow along.