Jack Reacher Series Novels & Stories

Like maybe he was the only thing keeping her from drowning. He wanted to be that anchor. But tonight, he hadn’t been her anchor. He’d been her executioner. And if she ever knew the full truth — the way he’d lost control, the way he’d killed without hesitation — would she still see him as the boy who kept her safe? Or would she see him as another shadow chasing her down? The question clawed at him, deeper than the guilt. ________________ By dawn, Rhett was back on the road, the Harley eating up the miles between him and the clubhouse. The fire in Amarillo would be explained away — another trucker accident, another blaze in a lot no one cared to look twice at.

Hijack: No, just you. That confirms my suspicion that he’s monitoring her now, too. I’m glad, knowing that Stellan was targeting her. I make a mental note to tell her that her vehicle is monitored by Hijack so she doesn’t find out from someone else. Me: Do you know who it is? Hijack: I’m working on that now. Between Tracker, watching prison tapes, and now hunting this asshole, it’s been a busy day. Me: How is Tracker doing? Hijack: Better now that Raptor is awake. I understand he’s not very alert, but he’s opened his eyes and sipped some water.

He made his way over to her house and slipped in through the open door. Jake stepped over the strewn cushions from the sofa toward the voices in Klara’s bedroom. Jamie’s room was turned upside down, and he stepped inside the master bedroom, his gun aimed at the two men busy rummaging through her drawers. “You picked the wrong house to break into,” Jake said in a low voice. The two men turned around abruptly but only one of them lifted his hands. The other man shook his head and took a step closer to Jake. “What are you looking for?” Jake asked, having already seen the edges of the Reaper tattoo on his arm.

I can blow candles w/out you if I have to 😏 He’d texted a cake emoji and a promise. A black thought pressed behind his ribs—too much of anything kills. He rolled his shoulders as if the pressure would slide off. “Control, this is Jack,” he said into the hands-free. “Sitrep, rolling.” “Will’s pulled six suspected Supernatural cases in the Valley,” Ty said. “Stacey and Luke are stepping out now. Don and Lisa are wheels up for the docks. Scott just asked for your odds on Barker.” “Tell him he’ll arrive breathing if no one tries to stop him,” Jack said.

I hadn't seen Driscoll in year's but he was a huge mother fucker the last time I'd seen him and he could have seriously damaged my dad, if not killed him. Gunner was working up a frenzy in my mind. If he had he own way, we’d shift and run the whole way there, but luckily, I was still strong enough to fight his urge of shifting. I glanced over at Vincent, then Kane and they nodded, letting me know they were ready to leave. We headed outside and over to my black Range Rover, threw our bags in the trunk then got into the car. I started the engine, then pulled off. Inside out of the estate and onto the road, more than ready to get this mission underway. With me new found strength from Gunner, I

I get the feeling that those two butt heads a lot. Reid narrows his eyes on Theo, lifting his own beer. “That’s your one for the night,” he warns, taking a swig. He swallows it down, licking his lips and setting it in front of him again, the picture of composure. I wonder how he keeps it together all the time. I’ll bet when he does lose his shit, it’s cataclysmic. “Speaking of mates…” Jax drawls, grinning as he swings his attention to me. “Chase, anything you wanna share?”

What the hell did just happen? The moment I locked eyes with Hunter, he was back in his human form, naked, staring at me with amusement as well as confusion in his eyes. Another face caught my eye, and I turn to see Jared, my long lost childhood friend looking up at me with nothing but fear, making me flinch. He looked at me as if I was a monster. My heart clenched. Brock slowly stood from the ground and started to clap. “Well done, sis. Your first shift,” he declared, ignoring the two men glaring daggers at the back of his head.

Decker hit the ground hard and didn't immediately get back up, so Rainn was declared the winner of the hand to hand. Rainn walked toward Ard’al who was there to congratulate him when from out of nowhere Liam ran past him. When Rainn turned around, he saw Liam raining punches down on Decker. “He got up and was coming at you from behind”, Ard’al said. Rainn went over and attempted to get Liam off Decker. “He’s had enough little brother; I don’t think he’ll be getting up again for a while.” A couple other men came out to drag Decker off to be seen by the doctors. “I didn’t think you were going to show up.” “I wouldn’t miss for the world Rainn.”

And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth. A second group of rescuers arrives at the scene. A few residents from the tenements round the corner and approach with caution not because of the invisible battle taking place right on top of them but at the sight of both Chester and Rina lying on the ground, the first bathed in his own blood and the second having fainted in terror. The gang leader responsible for everything stands transfixed above the bodies. The act of killing a man with his bare hands has finally registered with him and he flounders like a stage volunte

She tells me. “Hey, I love Black Ops stuff. Have you watched Jack Reacher, it’s another one of my favorite shows?” “Oh. My. God. Yes, I love the Reacher series. Fuck he’s so hot, right.” She says and blushes. I chuckle. “Not that I have a man crush or anything, darlin’ but yes, he is a good looking guy. I can see why the ladies love him and with his buff body.” “He must spend more hours in the gym than you.” Immi finishes her toast and moves the tray to the side. I grab it and place it on the floor so we can properly snuggle in together.