Jackson Underworld Novels & Stories

I get there and see Hayden's on the counter passed out drunk. Today is Dylan's off day so i can't ask him to help me.Just my luck Dang it.How am i going to get this hunk of a man on my motorbike?. Since clearly i need help so i called Kayla back. "Kay,i'm with Hayden.Can you call Jack and come to the underground.You can't come alone alright." "Okay wait a second,we'll be there in 10 minutes"She said with some clacking noises in the background. After ten minutes with a drunk Hayden who's passed out and might i add,is on my arm.Does he not know how heavy he is.My arm feels like it's about to fall off.

She had to take her revenge before leaving the city. Edric went to look for Director Lewis and got him to release Loraine's partner, Jackson, from jail. After his release, he returned to Cat Alley. Although back then he had been an infamous gangster there, his glory days had long passed. Most of the gangsters he used to hang out with were no longer in Cat Alley. The gangsters that hung around there now were no longer the people he was familiar with. Jackson's return did not draw much attention from anyone. All he had with him was a simple bag of luggage. As he drew up the gate of his house, he saw that it had been overrun by grass and looked shabby.

You're perfect. "Only your beauty, blonde hair, blue eyes, and flawless skin can satisfy Jackson. "As long as he takes you, all my gambling debts will be wiped clean." My heart clenched violently. "Who?" Fear and reverence filled Calvin's face. "Jackson Grant. "He's the new mafia Godfather. He's a legend. "They say he came from the slums and used to be the old Godfather's daughter's bodyguard. He fought his way up. His means were violently cruel.

Jackson shared what he discovered about him since he suspected the man was trying to impress Anastasia. "This signifies that he belongs to the underworld. The more we stay away from him, the easier our lives will be.” As she began eating her spaghetti, Anastasia added, "Pay attention to your meal, which will taste twice as good as long as it stays hot." While eating, the white sauce smeared below the corner of her lips, and Jackson swiftly placed a tissue to her lips to clean it off, as Richard saw. He did not like this at all, and there was no explanation for it, but he felt as if someone had left scars on his body.

Now, Amara and her adapted kid is in their line of sight. "Our guys are on their way to take the kid. You said you want the b*tch to suffer."Jackson informed Mrs. Higgins after their family lunch. "Good. Make sure she knows my pain, Jackson." "Of course, Auntie. Of course." Jackson Higgins is considered by many as the black sheep of the family. That's because it's true. Jackson has a very long list of charges in seven towns in their region. If not for his last name, he would probably in super max right now. It's like cleaning his mess became his family's tradition. He's been involved in all kinds of crimes; rape, murder, drugs, kidnapping. After his family accepted that he would never change

Now do you want to kill them and fuck her off too? Anthony’s Uncle ~”Does that mean you will let us live?” Jackson ~ “You just put a gun to my underboss' head. Do you think I should let you live?” Anthony’s Uncle Two ~”Please Jackson we really did not know.” Jackson ~”I really do not give a fuck if you knew or not. You have a gun against one of my crew and you all know how that is going to work out for you.” Anthony’s Uncle ~”But please...”

It groaned and gave way, clattering into a dark pit. They dropped. The impact jarred Bianca’s teeth. They were in the Underbelly now. It was a labyrinth built by the old cartels, a damp, lightless maze of concrete and dripping pipes that ran like a cancer under the city streets. The air was thick, tasting of iron and waste. "Stop. Here." Dante collapsed against a wet concrete pillar. He fumbled for a flashlight, the beam cutting a weak path through the gloom. "The Ledger. Give it to me."

When I did I had to sit down. They had found the underling in Tampa, Florida. He had two underlings of his own now traveling with him. The detective followed him as he moved along the gulf coast, stopping in a few cities and small towns I had visited like Crystal River and Yankeetown before he moved on up into Georgia. It seems that the underling, whose name the P. I. found out was Jackson Kimble, had been asking questions of the locals about me. There was no way anyone would tell him anything because no one knew I had ever been there.

Jackson grabbed her, yanking her to the ground as gunfire erupted, bullets tearing through the office walls like paper. Cole dove behind the console, shouting, “Jackson GO! Take Savannah and RUN!” But Jackson didn’t move. He pulled Savannah tight against him and stared straight into the chaos, eyes burning with one terrifying, unshakeable truth Harrison didn’t just want to ruin them. He wanted Jackson Sterling dead. And Savannah with him.