Novel & Cerita Jackson Underworld

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".

"Vincenzo, I'll check the rooftop.We need you here since more rivals will be here at any moment." Jackson said with his one hand holding a gun while the other had a dagger.He was one of Vincent's close friends.Jackson and Vincenzo had started their training at a young age, as they were both mafia heirs. Well, not both, but yes, Vincenzo is a mafia heir and Jackson's father was Vincenzo's father's right-hand man, so in the process of following this tradition in the mafia world, Jackson had to take this path in order to follow this tradition. He went through this tough training and didn't have any problem with it as Vincenzo was his childhood best friend.Vincenzo nodded his head in approval an

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",

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. “I know you’re trying to make a big buck, Waylon. “But you, of all people, should know that the Jackson family is not to be trifled against.” “You’d be lucky if you manage to slip away after fooling them… “But if they keep you here for more than twenty-four hours, you’ll be dead without a doubt!

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?

That was followed by the car ride that led to an opulent villa in the Italian countryside. It wasn’t often that Jackson was pulled in to speak with the higher ups despite the fact that he found himself constantly boarding planes and adopting new personas. Some said that working for the mob was akin to signing your own death warrant. Jackson didn’t work for the mob, not directly anyway. It was more mob adjacent. His boss, Jennings, had connections everywhere. That’s the very reason he now found himself outside of one of the most powerful crime lords in Italy, Julio Cerone. A beeping noise coming from his phone had Jackson glancing down to see a text had just come in.

It was shitty, and the fact that we had defined it, but the lines are still blurry is clear proof that she runs back to Jackson at every given opportunity. “I don’t want that fucker’s words to penetrate your head now, brother. I need your head in the game. Our men have researched about Joel William. The William boys are a mixed up of brothers and cousins who rule the underworld drug business, and are popular with their sales in how effective their combinations make one high.” he states.