Jackson Storm In Cars 3 の小説・ストーリー

There was this black, sleek car parked right in the compound, shining like it just came out of a magazine. My eyes got really big. Damn, that car probably cost more than a fortune.They’re so freaking rich. “Take care,” mom kissed his cheeks, hugging him one last time. “Bye, baby Tessa.” Jackson said to me. Excuse me?… baby? Who’s baby? I nodded, trying my best not to roll my eyes at him. The car door popped open by their driver, before Christian got in, he looked at me and I winked, his ears turning pink.

she demands, her voice dripping with venom. Jackson simply shakes his head and gestures towards the car. "They're unharmed. Get in, and we can get going." Reluctantly, Maya ushers her children further into the car, making sure they are secure and comfortable before climbing in herself. She refuses to take her eyes off of Jackson, sending him death glares as he closes the door. To her surprise, Jackson doesn't join them in the car. Instead, he heads towards another vehicle parked nearby. Maya watches as he gets in and starts the engine, following closely behind them as they begin to drive.

But it was not there. Why had I not noticed it before? “Where’s my car?” It came out as a shrill noise, one that made me sound like a hysterical toddler. And of course, Jackson Reign found it plenty amusing since he chuckled at my question. I turned a one-eighty to face him and flipped my hair behind my shoulder. “What did you do to my car, Jackson?” “What would I do?” He asked innocently, way too innocently. “I just came here with the roadster to hopefully tempt you into coming with me. But if your car suddenly went missing, I guess the universe is just working in favor.”

None of us are happy with his hand lingering possessively on Carley's lower back as he talks to her. Our arms are crossed over our chests and letting off such a dark aura that people are giving us a wide berth. All we see at this moment is the death of this man who is too familiar with our woman. "So far so good," we hear this Storm Cowboy tell her. 'What kind of name is STORM anyway?' "I'm enjoying all this continued togetherness, Catcus." He gives a salacious wink. Nope. I don't like him. "I should get going. I have a class in the next ten minutes," Carley tells him glancing over at us. Her eyes are pleading with us to either save her from him or pleading for us not to hurt him.

His head got hot when he saw that his favorite car had a big bump on the back. The assailant's car was so tinted that Jackson could not immediately see who was riding there. "Get out of your fucking car! Are you blind or you’re just pretending ? The width of the road … there are many cars … you still chose to messed with my car! Do you know how much this model costs? Get down from there!” Jackson said angrily. The driver of the car that hit Jackson's car smiled. "That's not enough for all the arrears you owe me," he said.

“So tell me. What is it that Storm found out?” “She found the car.” Lent answered, sitting up straight on the chair. Casper piqued his eyebrows at the vagueness of the answer. Couldn’t his friend do better. He wanted them to grill him like women? “Which car?” Jiraq questioned, filling in the blank spaces for the others. “The car that Jutul had reported that had been seen in her street some days ago. The car that had conveyed the men that had kidnapped Liam's wife.”

The streets filled with the sound of screeching tires and the smell of burning rubber, into the alley. Three cars, a silver Nissan, a white Toyota and one I wasn't expecting, a red mustang. The red mustang was my brothers and that didn't make sense to me. I stopped just short enough not to hit the Nissan, and two men came out. Camino, and Dee. The two out of three triplets that worked for my father, the only difference between the three is that Camino has a deep scar straight across his chubby face.

Date = 13 April An hour later Place = San Francisco (Pier 39) Getting out might calm us. POV – Enrique Throwing me the keys, Jackson says, “I don’t think I should drive.” He came with his Ferrari … although he quit their sponsorship at the start of this year. Jackson likes cars. He wants to own other brands … not be bound to one. I unlock the yellow monster — not going to argue with him about trifles. The Ferrari weaves through traffic, and both of us are silent until we stroll onto Pier 39.

My phone lights up again. Jackson (Target Guy): Still thinking about enamel. Send help. I laugh out loud in the empty car. Then I type back: Only if you promise never to wear that kangaroo again. Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. Jackson (Target Guy): Deal. Night, Sloane. I stare at the screen longer than I should. The snow is falling harder now, soft and relentless. I put the car in drive, but I already know I’m not going straight home.

he said, leaning in to kiss me. I pressed my lips against his and basked in his incredible scent and warmth. After we pulled apart, we said our goodbyes and parted ways, leaving Carter and me alone. I followed Carter through the forest until we reached the outskirts of the village where the small parking lot sat. In the lot were a few different cars, one of which I recognized as Joseph’s. Carter went toward a red Lamborghini and opened the driver’s door. “This is your car?” I asked, raising my brows as I slid into the passenger’s seat.