Jacob Banks Slow Up 소설 & 이야기

CHAPTER 57 — Hairline Cracks POV: Castor Castor noticed the delay on a Tuesday. Not the dramatic kind. No alarms. No frantic calls. Just a subtle pause where money was supposed to move—and didn’t. He leaned back in his chair, phone balanced between his shoulder and ear, eyes scanning the figures on his tablet for the third time. “Try again,” he said to the banker, irritation creeping into his voice. “It’s a simple transfer.” A pause. Then, carefully: “We already did, sir. The authorization bounced back.”

Jake stepped back onto the ice. This time, he didn’t test it slowly. He exploded forward. Pushing the Limit Full speed. No hesitation. Jake crossed the rink in seconds, changing direction mid-stride, forcing sharp cuts and sudden stops. The ice kept up. Cleaner than before. Faster. Jake stopped hard near center ice. “Yeah,” he muttered. “That didn’t even slow it down.” Brody shook his head. “So what now? We just keep making it harder until it breaks?”

"You won't shift?" "No. I can run in high speed using my human form and besides, the house of the Witch you are referring to is near here," he answered. After making myself comfortable on his back, he and Sebastian started to run fast. Their speed was extraordinary that the surrounding was almost blurred to my vision. I couldn't help but look at Jacob's back. His complexion was creamy and he has a muscular back. I tightened my grip on his neck and slowly smelled his hair. I closed my eyes when I smelled his vanilla scent. I'm about to sniff also the skin of his nape when Jacob cleared his throat.

Jacob can run so fast, and he can jump easily from one building to another. But for me, only my wolf has shifted; I am still weak in my human form. I need to increase my speed and strength. I decided to start training harder, pushing myself to my limits every day with determination and practice— I believe I can become faster and stronger like Jacob. "FAST!" He yelled at the top of his lungs while making me run faster. At first, I started having breathing problems while running fast but after a few minutes, I started to feel good. My speed is increasing, and I am feeling so good.

I took my belongings and went inside my car I was about to start it but, ''Jacob, what are you doing here! "Hey, chill my car isn't working so I need a lift, hehe" Jacob said with a smile on his face as he buckled up. He also studies at the academy. Older than me but acts like a child. I started the engine and drove rapidly, Jacob looked at me in fear. "You're driving way too fast!" I opened the window to get some fresh air and let out a sigh. ''Don't be weak, and push past your limits'' reminder that will keep me going.

"You should have known he was coming home, Jacob. You're the older brother, so don't go blaming me for not keeping you up to date on our family affairs! You ought to reflect on yourself." Marcus gave Jacob a perfunctory look. "Jacob, long time no see." "Indeed. Haven't you been receiving treatment abroad after you broke your leg while street racing? When did you suddenly major in finance?" Jacob held his utensils. "And can you even comprehend finance with your subpar intelligence?" Marcus' expression hardened. David smacked the table. "How dare you speak about Marcus that way, Jacob? What do you intend to achieve by demeaning him before our guests?"

At this hour, most of the employees at Talbot Associates had already left. However, there were several lawyers who had just finished a meeting regarding a certain case, and they were just leaving when Jacob arrived. Seeing that they were packing up their bags and ready to leave, he asked, "Excuse me, are you still able to take cases?" The leader smiled, "Yes, but it's a little late now. Why don't you come again tomorrow morning?" Jacob shook his head impatiently. "This is very urgent—please help me and hear me out, then see if it will work. 300 thousand banks on this, so I'll give you twenty percent whether or not I get it back!"

I shake my head, stopping myself before he wins. “You’ll be competing against Roland, and he won’t sit still watching his VP become president when he has full intentions for reelection,” Banks buttress his point, stroking my clit faster. 𝘈 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘉 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴. 𝘊 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘶𝘮.

But Jacob only laughed—a low, almost unhinged sound. “You really think you can stop me?” Before I could react, he shoved me back with unexpected force. I staggered slightly, trying to regain my balance, and that was when I saw it. A gun. Jacob raised it, pointing it directly at me. For a split second, everything seemed to slow down. The tension in the air became suffocating. “Stay where you are,” he said, his voice now devoid of amusement. I froze—not out of fear, but calculation.

He gets up and crunches a bunch of leaves, making noise. "Hey. Hey. Hey! Shesh! You're drawing attention, you idiot!" I grab a handful of dirt, sticks, and leaves and throw them at Jacob. Covering his face, Jacob sits back down. "You don't know if we're close to the bunker. How the hell can you not know?" "We are close to the bunker." "But you just said--" "We are close to the bunker, but I don't know how long it'll take us to get there."