Jackson Underworld Novels & Stories

I kept asking, and every time he ignored me, I hit him again. I don’t know how long we kept this up for. It wasn’t until Stitch came in and checked he was still breathing after he finally lost consciousness. “That’s enough for now.” Ink called. He hadn’t got anything out of the guy he was beating the shit out of either. Creek, our VP, came out of the last cage smirking. “he sang like a little fucking canary” he laughed. “So, the guy you’re after, Tom Jackson, is hiding in an apartment over in Queens. Fuck knows what he’s doing there. We will have to fly out to get him.” He said. Ink called Church, and we all headed off to the room.

" I almost laughed. During our six years together, I worked during the day and took assassination contracts on the black market at night just to pay off his millions in gambling debts. It turned out that everything I'd sacrificed meant nothing to him. Worse, I'd become an embarrassment he needed to erase. Marco ignored my furious expression and continued, "What, the money's not enough? Of course, you're just a gold digger, but don't you dare think you can cling to my family's power!" "The Benedetti family is one of the Four Great Mafia Families. An outsider like you has no right to even touch that world!" I stared at his smug face and let out a cold laugh. "Marco, don't be so confident. You

It was an old house in the suburbs with an ancient wine cellar in the basement. "Get out!" Grant commanded coldly. He pushed me inside the house. The interior was dark and damp, filled with a musty smell. "Look at what you've done!" "You conspired with a rival family, planned Claire's kidnapping, and leaked the family's core secrets." His eyes burned with rage, his voice low and dangerous. "Now the entire underworld is laughing at us. Was this your goal?" Claire approached, her face a mask of distress. She urged him in a trembling voice.

"Jackson Giovanni, he is twenty-two years old but never went to the same school as Matilda, in fact he was in the same year as Amelie. They were in the same kindergarten. Jackson or what is usually known as Jack is also a famous wolfman in the home environment." "What crimes has he committed?" "He often commits theft, but he also often disturbs the wolfwomen, making them afraid. However, everything he does is only for money." "Is he a difficult person economically?" Beta Luke nodded his head. "Since he was little he was abandoned by his mother who chose to run away, all this time he lived with his father and is now old. His economy is getting worse because his father doesn't work and he is a

"Your pawns are in position and are ready to strike. But I don't get one thing, Don.'' Jackson pointed out with a bit of hesitation. The Mob boss finished up his glass of whiskey and picked up his favourite gun. "Why don't you just finish her off like the rest? Our lowest ranked dogs can easily infiltrate the house and make it seem like an incident. She's staying alone with the boy and the housekeeper so it shouldn't be much of a problem." He cautiously asked as his superior slowly took out the bullets and fixed them back. "Do you know how long I've waited for this day, Jackson?" He icily stared at a silver bullet.

he said leading me down a velvet carpeted hallway. We walked past a lot of closed doors ignoring the sound of squeaking beds and moans and the occasional scream. He lead's into the depths of the underworld and it lived up to its name. It was new York's worst kept secret the sex dungeon to end all sex dungeons. The place where most of the shady business deals in this city go down in other words it was a sinners playground. And it was Hades domain, Hades was the leader of the new York city syndicate an organization that deals with Assassinations and espionage. It was costamary that when visiting New York that you let him know that you'll be there.

And when not many people were paying attention to them, the man pulled Beverly into a small alleyway, sedating her with a drugged handkerchief until Beverly was unconscious. ** Today, Jackson returns to his daily routine, stalking the Montano residence. Since several weeks ago, this activity has become the only thing he has to do every day. Jackson never gave up even though his efforts often failed. Every day, whenever he saw one of the family leave the house, Jackson always followed him. Although his efforts often ended in disappointment. Jackson doesn't care, because his goal in life is to destroy the family one by one.

"I have heard Gerard is a notorious pervert with female captures... Malia's body is so beautiful and fertile, Jackson. Just think what his rough hands might do to her skin inside his dark citadel!" On the other end of the line, Jackson's face turns completely dark with fear and humiliation. He knew exactly what kind of ruthless, dirty alpha Gerard was, but there was a massive problem—his own hands owed Gerard millions of pack resources and his weak position had absolutely no right to challenge the East Side rogue crime boss.

“You… you’re insane…” “Thank you for the compliment.” I straightened and looked toward the door. A middle-aged man in a dark gray trench coat stepped inside. It was Carlo, the Bernardi family’s underboss. “Clean it up,” I said, giving him a small nod. Carlo glanced at the bodies on the floor, then back at me. A trace of approval flashed through his eyes. “Welcome home, Principessa.”

I was the daughter of a murdered man, the sister of a feared underboss, and the target of the woman who had ruined my entire family. Far above us, inside the ruined estate, the sharp sound of heavy boots crashing through wooden doors echoed down the hall, followed by the harsh shouts of Hakan's men. Kaan did not flinch. His grip on my wrist tightened, his large fingers wrapping securely around my frame. "Do not look back, Alara," Kaan whispered into the dark. "The past is ash. From tonight on, we will burn down everything they built." I took a deep breath, swallowed the lump of terror in my throat, and stepped down into the darkness with the monster who was taking me home.