Jackson Underworld Novels & Stories

“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.

Englewood fellow. My next source is a much more pleasant visit. He’s a higher-class citizen of the Underworld, obviously still a criminal because everyone here is unless they’re slaves. He always dresses quite dapperly with a suit or some nice button-up dress shirt with khaki pants. Nothing as fancy as the highborns up top with all their lacy shit, but nicer than most citizens down here. Despite my reputation, he always chooses to do our business at his house. It’s a really nice place compared to many of the broken-down, shabby neighborhoods built on ledges of hardened soil that are beginning to topple over. I don’t like drawing attention, so I live in one of those shabbier neighborhoods in

“Alessandro’s screwed if he doesn’t get that mask back. And it won’t matter that Lorenzo’s his brother—Capo doesn’t give a damn about family ties when it comes to the Syndicate’s business.” My stomach twisted painfully. Alessandro? My mind reeled. The first man let out a bitter chuckle. “Yeah, being Underboss of The Obsidian Syndicate doesn’t mean shit if you fail him. Lorenzo will bury him for this. And that girl? If she’s no use… well, she’s dead weight.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest. Underboss? Capo? The Obsidian Syndicate? My breath came in short, shallow bursts as everything started clicking together in terrifying clarity.

The car ride felt like it was going on for hours, the tracker hadn’t moved since we had been following him but with every street we would turn down, it would feel like more would be added on. Jackson was going the ways I was telling him and was shocked we were in the part of town we were, according to Jackson, this is where most of the police officers and higher ups live. Mario was hiding right under their noses, and they had no idea. But let’s be honest, Mario is very good at what he does, he knew they wouldn’t be looking for him in their part of town, so that’s exactly where he hid.

He flew my old boss all the way from the little coffee shop to Sicily just to make me smile. Mr. Jackson spotted Noah standing near the archway and pointed excitedly. "Hey! The hottie who bought the sunset painting!" Mr. Jackson yelled across the room, oblivious to the fact he was yelling at the boss of the North American underworld. "I knew you two would be a beautiful couple!" Noah actually offered him a genuine, polite nod. Then Mr. Jackson pointed a finger directly at a scarred local boss. "And frankly," Mr. Jackson announced loudly, "this Italian espresso is terrible. Way too bitter. My American roast beats this stuff hands down."

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.

I had no idea where we were going, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. When we reached our destination, I was shocked to find ourselves driving underground into what looked like a heavily guarded compound. We parked and Dante stepped out of the car, I did too. The room we entered was dark and cold. There were five men chained to the wall, their faces bruised and beaten. They looked at Dante like he was their executioner, which, in a sense, he was. One of the men tried to speak, but Dante cut him off with a cold smile. “Who leaked the information about the guns moving into the country?” he asked, his voice cold like ice.

The engagement was still on, but he never answered anything. "Tonight, you take care of that rat! I'm too lazy to get my hands dirty for a fool." "Yes sir!" they said as they went back to work; Jaxon, the wealthy businessman, had managed to expand his sole proprietorship without the help of the big name of his family, who was already rich from his mother and father. Jaxon successfully founded his only company called, JV Corp. Even in the underworld, Jaxon is the Hand of the Machine. Jaxon can kill with just one slash on the head of his enemy. One person died with his head separated, so the underworld knew that it was the work of Mr J, who did not know his face.

Jackson said without hesitation. Since Sir. Powen and Mrs. Anna had something to negotiate separately, Henry, Hana, and Jackson had to leave first. Hana looked at Sir. Powen's grave face and impatient expression and felt warm. She doesn't know if this will be her final destination, but compared to Scott Hall, she likes D.Ruck more. Unbeknownst to Hana, the underground forces from Scott Hall are being transmitted to D.Ruck, and her future is bumpier than ever.

Rumors started going around that they might target on taking over the Southside first That very rumor caused havoc among the people on the southside and they started distrusting each other in fear. Maybe I should leave this city but Mama's house and my coffee shop are here, I made a lot of memories here despite the chaos going on the other side. The funeral is near too so I can't leave just yet. Luckily for me and Lily, we have a close relationship with the bartender who works in a club on the west side. We get news from him since he hears a lot of people gossiping and spreading rumors or truths. It's true that the mafias exist but not on this side.