Novel & Cerita Jackson Underworld

Trent said. “So we have to find a way to separate the two of them,” Jackson started to pace around his office. “Her stepdad is a gambler and owes us countless debts,” Simon said, Jackson owned a row of casinos in the city. Jackson's eyes glinted maliciously. “About the time I ask for a repayment,” he grinned maliciously. ******** “Hi kitten,” Ruben's sudden call made Lisa jump. “Hi, I wasn't expecting your call,” she replied, as she closed the door of her tiny room.

He replied. "Who the f**k is that?" I demanded, grimacing at complicated things were getting with each passing day. "He's one the deadliest underworld Mafia sir," Nicholas replied. "Son of Dominique Ramos," "And?" I had no idea where this guy was going with this. But I definitely felt it wasn't anything good. "There's an alliance going between the two," Nicholas said flatly. "To destroy me?" I inquired and both of them nodded. "Most probably," Jackson muttered. "We are still looking into it,"

And that someone might still be here. As if in response to that thought, something crashed on the floor above. Jackson jumped up and tightened his grip on the gun. There were plenty of thieves in a big city like this, but most committed petty crimes of opportunity - picking pockets, scamming tourists, and the like. No one barged into a guest house and knocked out the owner unless they were after something specific. And anyone who targeted the Set wasn't playing any games. He was at the base of the stairs in two strides. But before he could charge up, two men - men who were certainly not any of his teammates - came bolting down.

"This isn't a request, boy. It's a summons." The line went dead, leaving Jackson alone with Adams and the growing certainty that his night was about to get much worse. The Warehouse District - An Hour Later The address led Jackson to a part of town where honest businesses went to die. Warehouses loomed like concrete tombstones, their broken windows staring down at empty streets where streetlights flickered with the uncertainty of failing heartbeats. Richard Maddox's car was already there, a black sedan that looked out of place among the industrial decay. Jackson parked beside it and walked toward the single illuminated doorway where his father waited like a judge preparing to deliver a death

"But it will take time." "I don't have time," Jackson pulled a knife from his ankle holster. "Take me to Gallows Point." Luke’s eyes widened. "The chop shop district? Boss, that's run by the Russian Mob. They hate you." "Good," Jackson walked towards his car. "I'm in the mood to hit something." One hour later. Gallows Point, Queens. It was a dark, industrial wasteland full of rusted cars and shady deals. Jackson kicked open the door of the largest garage. Ten men stopped working on stolen cars and looked up. They were holding wrenches and crowbars.

Jaxon was silent for a long time getting the question just now, until he finally said, “I gathered them all, my specialty is firearms.” Before Mia could ask the next question, Jaxon stopped her. “The other three men I can't tell you about. They are the people who work behind the scenes. One of them is the president of a motorcycle club named Hades, the other is a mafia Big Boss named Outfit, Dune Fontana is his right-hand man, while the last man works underground controlling drug trafficking. I'm not completely clean, Dolcezza, but we have business ethics.” Jaxon's grip on Mia's hand tightened, the man brought Mia's palm to his lips, and kissed it gently.

The Silver Thorn Headquarters – The Underworld Trembles In the main meeting room of Antonio’s mansion, the atmosphere was tense. Marcus and a few of his most trusted men sat with serious expressions, while Antonio stood before them with a cold demeanor, contemplating the next move after their humiliating defeat at the South Docks. On the table, underground crime newspapers were scattered, each one displaying the same headline: “The Silver Thorn Falls? Antonio’s Defeat Reshapes New York’s Mafia Landscape!” Marcus clenched his fists, his eyes locked onto one of the headlines.

My stomach curled. What was going on here? “You are a little bit late, Jackson; Stormy has done lots of things, petty crimes, I must say, but I cleaned them up. I'm sorry to break it down to you, but you have nothing on him.” “I wasn't looking for petty crimes; I was looking for dark secrets that could land him in jail, and I found a big one.” I swallowed hard. “Jackson… what are you talking about?”

Getting out of the suv I was greeted by a man named Tomas. “Good Morning sir, my name is Tomas and I am here on behalf of the Island Cartel.” He spoke. “Ah, yes as expected. And I assume you brought the goods?” I squint at him. “Of course sir, only the best!” Tomas expelled excitedly. Tomas led me towards a large white yacht parked in my underground dock. “You brought 100lbs of morphine on that?!” I was shocked. “You’re lucky you didn’t get searched.” Jason adds.

I shook my head negatively "Well here's the thing, just like I'm a mob boss, Nicklaus is the leader of Bratva underworld, trust me sweetheart he's gangs are more dangerous than mine and he's the King of the underworld" "No…no…no…" I shook in terror looking at Nicklaus "Boss…." The guy by my side suddenly called Marcus and pointed the gun at Marcus "James put the gun down, what are you doing?" Marcus ask "Sorry boss" The guy muttered "You motherfucker!!!" Nicklaus screamed and suddenly pulled out a gun from his suit, he shot Marcus straight in the head and he dropped dead immediately Just like that, gunshots started flying in the air I couldn't take it anymore, I started slowing down to the f