Novel & Cerita Jackson Underworld

Pretty impressive. The Kins were also notorious for exploiting women for sex. They bought and sold different shapes, sizes, and colors of pussy. They were drug dealers;but their products were weak. Their whole setup pissed me off. Every time they tried to disturb my peace with their tricks, it just fueled my determination to end their worthless lives. Walking into their basement with David and a few guards behind me, I entered the main hall;and there he was. The motherfucking Jackson himself. “Surprise,” I said, shooting the guard that stood before him. Before Jackson could even reach for his gun, I kicked it off his hand and followed it up with a blow to his head.

I knew it was associated with an underworld gang and only then did I realize the extent of the situation I was finding myself in. Whatever place I’d just wandered into was more than likely doubling as a home base and a business. Those weren’t uncommon in the criminal underbelly of Star Lake City, colloquially dubbed the Underground. I swallowed hard, trying not to express my fear. These men were definitely the type to be able to smell it on me. Instead, I racked my brain for a solution.

“Can I see the dead body personally, Agent Seal?” I spoke up, forcing myself not to shake in fear. “The body is not recognizable, Ms. Zinnia. According to the dashboard, his car got into a loud crash with another car and it turned upside down. Then the car started to burn, burning him together.” The agent said. Dad dismissed him and we were left in silence in the room. “I believe that it is a warning from the enemies. It is obvious that the Mafia Poll is behind this.” I heard Uncle Cade’s voice as he marched inside the room.

Well I don't even need makeup cause my eyelashes are very long and my lips are naturally pink. I went down through lift as my apartment is on 47th floor which is cozy and luxurious. Then I entered inside my car which is audi R8, my life. So I went down to Volkov hotel's, I don't know why he called me there I mean that hotel is 7 star luxury hotel and people say that hotel owner alexander volkov is an Underground mafia boss as well as worlds no.1 buisnessman along with the richest man on earth.

When I dry my hair my phone vibrates so I picked and put it on speaker to hear my friend Jackson's voice, "Hey RM" He is also an Alpha too, Glory Moon pack in the west, and he is also a mafia leader for all gangs in west. From the start, he agreed to stay under me. I met him when I was a teenager, don't ask how. It's weird and whoever hears will get terrified, one thing is for sure it's not in a good way. We both were a bad combination. If John knows I am talking with him he will lecture me for an hour. He thought Jackson is a bad influence but to be honest we both were same in some aspects that no one will find in any soon cause whoever found is not above the land nor inside so I want to ke

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

“My job, well I’d just call it part of the mafia business.. part of it is taking corroborating witnesses for the police and whatever they want, if it be someone merely out of the way or eliminated altogether. They call me.” I raised my brow, not really buying it. “Remember how Ice went missing?” I racked my brain, finally picking the memory out. *********FLASHBACK********* “Hey Ice!” “Jett, my boy! Need some more product?” “You bet. My usual order if you would?” “Mint, Chocolate and Almond?” I nodded. “Add some Mango too.” Ice was a big African American dude that most people didn’t fuck with, he was the biggest drug dealer in the state.

The bag containing the gold was slung over one shoulder as she stared back at Chiara with her emerald green eyes. "Lucky me. Thanks, though," Alice said, and Chiara smiled back at her. She got back into the car, and it took quite some time before she could get the engine running again. She drove off afterward. Alice sighed and turned to face the large building in front of her. It was heavily fenced, making it a 'no-go zone' for intruders—Vicenzo Empire. If the mafia world had a king, it would be the Don of Vicenzo. The Vicenzo mafia empire was first in terms of rank, wealth, and affluence.

I asked. “Jackson is the city's bad boy. He runs some of the best clubs in the city. Jace on the other hand is into helping start-ups. He buys a significant amount of their shares. Sometimes it's a good deal, other times, it fails.” I nodded as she explained things to me. I signaled to the workers that I was ready for my own mask and cucumber slices. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, trying to relax. “Jaxon looks a bit tired,” I commented absent-mindedly.

The motel room was suffocating with stale air, peeling wallpaper, and the stench of old sweat and bleach. I couldn’t think in there anymore. So I moved to the lobby. Calling it a “lobby” was generous. It was just a bigger room with mismatched chairs and a front desk that hadn’t seen a guest in years. But it was cleaner than the room I’d passed out in, and the space helped me breathe. Maps were spread across the counter, Kansas City, the surrounding counties, the Ricci territories. I traced the corners with my finger, planning where to hit them first. A liquor store they used for cash flow. A warehouse they used for shipments. A club they used for recruiting. I’d hit them all. Make them bleed