Jackson Underworld Novels & Stories

I suppose, however, I should refrain from doing the same to Chuck, at least until we’ve gotten all the information we need from him. “Have you heard anything about the bombers?” Jason asks. “Just rumors, my man, just rumors,” Chuck replies with a vague shrug. “Right now, rumors are more than we have,” Jason states grimly. “Fair enough,” Chuck nods. “Word on the underworld is that these cats are an organized front with a huge vendetta against T.H.E.M. Rumor is they were headed up by Nick Jin after he broke out of the slammer last year. I assume I don’t need to tell either of you who Nick Jin was.”

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.

For evidence, Jackson took some pictures of the piles of drugs and sharp weapons. Jackson left the warehouse and got back into the car. He quickly drove away from the warehouse and back to his house. He would find a way to corner Mike, and judging from the items there, Jackson concluded that Mike was a mobster. Jackson walked into the house and turned on the lights. He didn't think that there was someone waiting for him. So he ignored the person. Until his steps were interrupted by a call from him. "Where are you from? I've seen you at the club lately. Is there something you're hiding from me, or are you just visiting there?"

Jacob answered, half smirking at his brother. He was the rascal. As playful and easygoing as he was, he was also the devil that all the little and big mobsters in London feared most. He ran the Michaelsons’ underground and illegal business. Making him upset was like offending the devil. He didn’t forgive nor did he forget! “Let’s talk about the meeting we are going to now, all right?” Jackson answered. He had shifted into billionaire mood. At this particular meeting, he needed the fireball—who was also his twin brother—to hide his usual ways and behave.

(Young Jackson) Amongst those that were crying out in the crowds, were Young Jackson, the new addition to the Wet Market gang, Suchong employee. Everybody knows that this young orphan came from Sunders City, and his parents as well as 2 sisters were killed before he fled to Aeternum. His story were not uncommon,in fact, many of new Aeternum citizens that cam from Alemia Nation shared the same kind of backstory. Young Jackson, knew and suspected that his family were killed by the Baron and his soldiers, but only suspected it as there were also rumour going around that it was just another bandit attacks. As when the killing happened he was outside of the city for work, only to came back home a

The jukebox is howling some old-school outlaw country, bass thumping hard enough to rattle the bottles lined up behind the bar, and I vault the countertop in one smooth leap, boots clanging on the scarred wood as I land like I own the damn universe. “First round’s on the prez!” I roar, snatching a fresh bottle of Jack Daniel’s from the shelf and cracking the seal with my teeth, the sharp crack echoing over the music. “To pipelines that don’t get us pinched, percentages that keep the lights on, and not letting the cartel turn our dicks into target practice!” The room explodes into a single, rolling wave of cheers and slammed glasses, the chant starting up somewhere near the pool tables and sp

She turned and hugged Bandit. “Thank you for taking me in,” she said. “Gotta thank Jake for that, Mel. He was with your brother up in New York, and now he’s taking you in,” Bandit said. Melanie said her goodbyes and Jake lifted his hand at the gate when he drove away from the clubhouse. She didn’t seem overly concerned about The Night Stalkers. Jake had done his research too. They were notorious for being involved in the flesh trade, selling pussy and pushing drugs on their streets. It would be too easy for a spy to infiltrate the Road Warriors and Jake’s house was the safest place for her to be.

Jackson told her, before he stepped out of the car, waving to the gathered line like a soldier that had returned from war. "Holy fuck..." Alexis gasped as she realised they were all here to fuck her on her eighteenth birthday and the line was so long it stretched to the point where she couldn't see its tail. A tap came on the window and it was Jackson. Silently, he stood there, waiting for her to make her move. Either she stayed in the car, or she opened the door to a new chapter in her life as a black cock whore, serving black guys in an abandoned, neglected and isolated brothel.

’ and with that, he located his next target and with another bang, another most wanted was erased from the list. With the short time of everyone fighting non-stop, the number of the people from the Underworld dwindled down until only a handful of them were the ones remaining standing, and once they had noticed that they were clearly outnumbered, they surrendered with a downfall face. ‘This is such a disgrace. The boss would definitely hunt me for this.’ Thought the one who belongs to the mafia group that deals with human trafficking. All the agents watched as the car carrying Yulia Don Brook and one of their own xsped off and into the inner wall of the community where there is much tighter s