Jackson Underworld Novels & Stories

I saw a lot worse in my line of work, but every time I came across something like this, I couldn't help but feel sad. Jackson was tall, with dirty blond hair bordering to red and freckles scattered all over his cheeks and nose. He had a babyish face. If he was a comic book character, he'd definitely be Archie. The desk across from the bed was flat on the floor, along with papers and stationery which appeared to be scattered everywhere. A black diary was face down.

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

The black-ink Twenty-Two etched into the distant Western mountains wasn't just a number; it was a rhythmic, pulsing reminder that the universe didn't grant peace—it only traded it for a higher interest rate. "The Council of the West doesn't care about your symmetry, Darlene," Jackson spoke, his voice no longer a digital hum or a divine echo, but the weary, grounded baritone of a man who had finally aged into his own sins. He leaned against the living-glass railing, the wooden key in his hand looking like a shard of petrified bone. "To them, the First Luna was just an accountant who lost control of the ledger. And you? You're the Unaccounted Asset that just crashed their market".

I’d build my estate, a monument to my success, and enter the business Jackson had mastered—human and werewolf trafficking. The idea made me chuckle. People like Hunter wanted to act like saints, destroying opportunities like this under the guise of morality. But me? I saw the truth. This business was power, and I was going to be unstoppable. I thought back to my conversation with Jackson at the café earlier today.

Because if it was true, that meant Fabian might’ve known all along what his brother was doing and just let it happen. She knew about the underworld. It was a hidden world where the worst of the worst gathered—criminals, traffickers, the lot. Deals were made there, far away from the public eye. Drug deals, gun trades, everything illegal. “He’s the one I’ve been telling you about, Gi. Roccio Romano runs the underworld—just like McIntosh.” The revelation hit Gigi hard. It was hard to believe. Roccio acted like a clown half the time. If this was the feared leader JD had warned her about, he sure didn’t seem like it.

, Jackson replied very confidently, "How do you know that? they could be playing innocent", "No my mole is her close family member, he informs me every time they get information or get close to catching me, like today he informed me that they got a location on new property", "OK well good you have an insider, now if you will excuse me I need to pack",

She shot a glance of suspicion at him and spent another moment in pensive silence before asking him another question, “Are you really Sean Jackson?” Edward let out a helpless grin when he heard the question. He did not answer the question but asked one of his own instead, “Do you believe that I’m Sean Jackson? An infamous underworld mafia who snuck out of prison and became the CEO of Levin Enterprise…Do you really believe in such absurdity?" "But Miss Carraway said you're Sean Jackson," Estelle pressed on, staring fixedly at him as she tried to read his expression and hoped that she could find a crack in it.

No one knew where he was at any given moment, and that included his own henchmen. Jackson, however, had a plan. He knew that destroying Collins's reputation was the key to bringing him down. He had obtained confidential information about Collins's secret brothels and cartel operations, and he decided to use it to his advantage. In the dead of the night, Jackson and his henchmen approached one of Collins's brothels. They swiftly pasted a poster and handbill on its wall, proclaiming that Collins was a thief and a wanted man. The handbill also warned of an imminent police raid on all his establishments.

“Waylon here knows he won’t be able to save Ms. Jackson. “That’s why he’s trying to use the Devil’s Hand to expend her remaining life force. “He’d be able to take the money and go wherever he wants. “Even if the Jackson family is influential, as long as he goes to Wolsing, Mordu, or even out of the country, what can you even do about that? Harvey York’s calm words were piercing Waylon Sacket’s heart.

Long hair, slim figure, the woman was very beautiful with flawless skin and long eyelashes. When I looked carefully I felt like I had seen that woman before but where? Something was off about that woman. I took a close look at her. I soon got my answer: why did she look familiar and why did I feel an undeniable hatred towards her. What was Jackson doing with that vile woman? How did he know her? I did not know Scarlett ran any business under hunters.Jackson's dad's company deals with electronics. What was he meeting Scarlett ,hunters smuggled animals and their body parts as their business?How did they both meet?