Jack Of Clubs Novels & Stories

I recollected my thoughts and said it out loud as I took off his hand that was almost starting to rub my dick. ‘’Yes Master.” Jack answered and we both got ourselves together without saying a word until we reached our final destination. I had so many questions to ask Jack but this wasn’t the right time for questioning his queerness. We got out of the car and headed to the bar section of the club and from afar, i saw armed men surrounding some middle aged looking man. “Is that Doni over there at the VIP section?” I asked Jack right away. “You have guessed right. Now it’s time to do what we came here to do, so please act along.” Jack answered.

“The place is huge Mamma. I managed to count thirteen bedroom and I think eight bathrooms. There is a massive pool but I stay away from there. There is also a tennis court and a gym but Jack don’t seem to be using it.” “What about guards or servants?” “The people cleaning moves like unseen ghosts.” “What do you mean?” “Mamma, they clean the place but I never see them.” “Okay, and guards?” “There are men in black suits and guns. I stay away from them. I like Jazz.” “Who is she? I take it she a girl,” Julie managed to hide her relief smile by biting into the burger. “Jazz is Jack’s wife. Mamma she does this dance but you can use it in a fighting too,” he said in awe.

Jack shakes his head. “Listen to me…” “No.” I cut him off. “I remember Mom and Dad telling you the same thing. And you refused to stop being friends with Clinton.” Jack drops onto the bed. “Well, I regret that decision now.” I roll my eyes. “Clinton isn’t responsible for Lily’s disappearance. You know that.” I say. Jack looks at me carefully. “If you care so much about Clinton,” he says slowly, “then you shouldn’t be thinking about stealing his girl.”

He grits his teeth, rolling his eyes heavenward when the flittering of shuffled cards fills up the empty space after his words. Ya’ll’ll? Is that even a word? Quiet, Jack. Five of pentacles reversed. Three of pentacles. Ace of wands. “I done got it, Tarot. Enough wi’ da cards.” Big Easy looks up at Ian. “Ya’ll ain’ de only ones wi’ a stake in da outcome.” Recognizing the pun, he slaps his thigh, his resonant laugh filling the room. “I’m aware. And I understand what you’ll need from me. I’ll get to work on a plan to address that.” He looks over at Jannick and Valentin. “I’ll meet with you again before you leave to discuss what needs to happen to keep your packs safe.”

“You think you can just walk into his den and walk out again?” “That’s the plan,” Jack said with a faint smile. “But I won’t be alone.” He looked at Lucas. “You’ll be feeding me everything in my ear. If anything goes sideways, you pull the trigger on releasing the account details.” Lucas nodded grimly. “And you?” Jack’s eyes were ice. “I’ll make sure Marcus knows exactly who he’s dealing with.” The club was all mahogany and low lighting, with a jazz band playing in the corner. Marcus sat at a table near the back, flanked by two men in dark suits. He was handsome in that cold, calculated way the kind of man who smiled without warmth.

JACK POV “Get off me!” I yell at the bouncer as he drags me out of the club through the back door and pushes me to the floor. “Come on, Pavor. It’s good old Jack.” I try to appeal to the club owner who followed us out. “Go back to whatever hell you crawled out from and don’t come back.” Pavor warns, shutting the door in my face. “F*** you!” I curse. This is the third club I am getting kicked out from this night alone.

Jack commanded, and I smiled from that. “Okay.” I replied and insisted to let him go. Jack stretched his hands after I let him out and this jerk really thought he could fool me? He's out of his mind. “Now tell me who your allies are, Jack. Tell me what are their plans,” I said, but Jack was now smirking. He was about to catch me when I used my long claws and targeted his heart. He didn't expect it and now staring at me with his eyes widened. “W-Why?”

“People change, and is it not the same with you as well, Mr. Clifford?” Jackie rose to his feet and dusted his suit. “If you want to talk to me, then I’m free tomorrow morning.” He slipped a business card that he held in his fingers into her pocket and added, “It’s up to you now.” He loosened his tie, and his smile disappeared when he turned around. Then, he left without turning his head back. Tristan had been observing from the sideline. He put the wine glass down and said, “Now you know that there is not a single one from the Cliffords that is easy to deal with, right?”

(Thomas) I had been standing on the table of another, much larger country club. “Here’s to me!” I had exclaimed, chugging down whisky directly from the bottle. “Whoa, there,” Jack had said, but he had been laughing, “Easy, now. Hand that over to me.” He had reached his hand out for the bottle. I had held it away, out of his reach. “This one is for me!” I had declared. Jack had shaken his head at me. He had then taken a huge chug out of his own glass.

It must be after five o'clock somewhere. Jack turned his computer on and looked through his emails. Next month he would be in Hong Kong attending the international gem show, and there were emails from the organisers. Deleting some of his emails, Jack saw halfway down the page an email from Marius Walker. It wasn't unusual to get emails from Clint's vampire son. When Clint had first rescued Marius, he had been an opium addict in the 1800s, stabbed by an opposing gang who worked for one of the gaming hell owners.