Jackson Underworld Novels & Stories

If they became a couple, I would be overjoyed, as I held them both dearly. I left my hair down but put on some make-up, nothing too ostentatious; we were going to the local club to hustle humans for money. I didn't want to stand out and draw more attention than necessary. We also needed to investigate the scam business that had been going on; no human could rob werewolves of their money without help from one of us. I called my father to tell him we had arrived, and he seemed pleased. He then gave us the number for his friend Mr. Jackson, who was also the owner of Sprite and Vodka—the biggest nightclub in the area. Before we left, Dylan came up to me and said,

I tap my fingers on the door, analyzing the people walking calmly without being aware of what lurks beside them, I check the time once again in a countdown to receive information about the mansion's fire. Jackson assured that the two would take time to return with their soldiers because they were too busy trying to find the stolen cargo and contacting the supplier to ask for new girls. The idiots don't even sell them to another mafia, they just throw the women in whorehouses in Sicily holding auctions for perverts like them and using the kids as freebies for the best customers. sick sick fuckers

“I don’t do well with teases. I’ve never had the patience for it. So, don’t fucking test me.” His lips are cold against my cheek and I draw in a painful breath as he eats roughly, “I’ll head out that door and get you something to eat. You will sit and wait for me like you did for him every night. And when I return, you will thank me, because none of the men in here would care to feed you first, neither would they care if you wanted to if I handed you over.” He trails his lips over mine slightly and squeezes my throat tightly when I turn my face away from him. “There’s a basement down here where deals are made in goods, information and flesh, auctions and biddings. Want to take a wild guess w

Charles got up and welcomed Jackson. However, Jackson ignored Charles and directly made his way to Wendell. "Wendell York! Kieran York has told us everything about the crimes you've committed. "Azuria Casino, which is a business under the York family, has broken the law in multiple aspects. As you're the one who truly has the say over the casino, you're to assist us in our investigation!" Jackson stood in front of Wendell and spoke coldly. Wendell froze on the spot. Taken aback, he turned back and gave Caspian a look. Suddenly, he had a realization!

Vincent Russo's empire sprawled across the underbelly of the city like a venomous spiderweb, ensnaring the desperate and the foolish. For five long years, Chris Jackson had been a fly buzzing just out of reach, dodging the sticky threads of debt and retribution. His men scattered like roaches under light, combing the alleys and dive bars. It didn't take long. Chris was cornered and taken away. The office doors burst open, and Chris was hauled inside, his feet barely touching the marble floor. The room reeked of cigar smoke, expensive cologne, and sex.

“Sir, aren’t you going back to dine with madam today? Where are you going? We’re running late...” Jackson frowned. “Inform my mom that I won’t be back for dinner today. I’ve got something else to do.” He followed Tiffany all the way until he saw the taxi stop in front of a nightclub. After hesitating for a moment, he asked the driver to stop the car and entered the nightclub alone. This nightclub operated earlier than the others, and there were not many guests at this hour. There was mostly staff walking here and there. Other than the waiters and public relations managers, the rest were escorts. He had a bad feeling about this.

“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.

“Exactly. Sometimes it’s savings. Sometimes it’s assets. He doesn’t stay with them forever. But he tracks them, keeps control, bleeds them dry. Then he moves on. New city. New name. New target.” I just stare at him, trying to process the sheer scope of it. “Theo would find this fascinating,” Mason says, and for the first time in a while, he grins. “The layers, the complexity. It’s fucked, but it’s smart.” I can’t help but laugh, though it’s a hollow sound. “Yeah. He’d call it an impressive business model. Then he’d say he wants to put a bullet in every asshole involved.” “So,” I say, “what do we actually know?”

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.