Jake Jagielski Novels & Stories

The half ended just after the ball went through the uprights, and the Eagles ran into the locker room leading three to zip. "Do you want anything from the concession?" Jake stood up, stretching. I watched him, trying to look at him through eyes that didn't only see Leo. Yeah, Jake was cute, in a geeky, hipster sort of way. His reddish-brown hair was a little longer than I liked on a guy, but his eyes were bright blue and wide. Now they gazed down at me as his question lingered in the air.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆ I was eighteen years old, freshly graduated, and completely unprepared for Theo Morrison. My stepbrother Jake had been talking about his best friend for years. He was the hockey legend who'd gone semi-pro before a knee injury brought him back home to coach at our high school. I'd been away at boarding school, so I'd never met him. Until move-in day for my senior year equipment pickup. "Come on, Scar, I need to grab my gear," Jake said, pulling me toward the athletic complex. "Theo's usually there on Saturdays."

“I've found myself saying 'I don't know' to similar questions repeatedly tonight. Just drop it.” The tone in Jake's voice was dangerous and Sam didn't know what, if anything, he could or should say. Jake was the Alpha of his wolf pack. He turned 25 not long ago and controlled one of the strongest wolf packs in the area, 'The White Claw '. Eliza's father Richard Webster was dying. He was ancient. Jake owed the man his life. If it weren't for Richard, Jake would have been killed years ago. Eliza was his only daughter. It was obvious that his child would not be able to succeed him, and the vultures were clamouring for his throat.

“Jake, what the hell? I can’t tell anyone about being in the witness protection. They won’t confirm or deny that I’m involved with the program, but they would kick me out if those officers poked around at the files or asked questions. Oh, god, this will force me to call them and speak to them about this. I don’t want to do that. I departed to avoid following their instructions. “Flipping burgers for a living is aberrant to me,” Josalyn expressed. As the elevator door closed, she turned against him. Her glare revealed everything to Jake. He could see them.

Jake shrugged,just then someone shouted from afar. “Celinah,oh my gosh” It was Chris,Jake's twin brother who is actually gay .He was carrying two distinctive bags in his hands full of girlie shopping. He dropped the bags on the ground next to Jake and embraced me tightly . “Ohh girl,how have yoh been” He smiled holding my hands,Jake grimaced. “Am fine Chris,I can see you gleaming gal” I taunted,Chris grinned while turning slowly. “You can say that again”

Jake tried to study me, but a little annoyed expression flickered under his arrogant exterior. "I understand you are sponsoring Elena, but I am here to save your day. Why don't you invest in my project, and the profits will be guaranteed? Unlike risking your investment in someone sure to go downhill," he said with confidence and a smirk. For a second, a wave of energy brushed my skin as if trying to convince me of what this asshole remarked. Strangely, there was something else behind Jake's background, and I needed to get Mac and Yuri to gather information on him.

It was delicious. Jake shrugged, looking at me as he finished his bite. “I know a good number of people in Chicago. I have been coming to this office regularly for the last three years, although my dad never gave me many responsibilities that I had to do from this office. I did most of the work from New York, but that was never ideal. But I have met some people here. Not too many people I would hang out with regularly.” I looked up at Jake. I wondered who he was truly close to. I had Jordan. Did he leave behind friends in New York? “Are you leaving behind a lot of friends in New York?” I asked, taking a sip of wine.

Jake was someone who excelled in strategy. Every action he took was intentional, calculated, and designed for maximum effect. His recent choice to recruit Mason Garcia was no different. The young assistant had demonstrated his capabilities at a smaller firm, impressing Jake with his keen intellect and ability to foresee moves before they materialized.