Jake Melnick's Corner Tap Photos 소설 & 이야기

The screen lit up with another message from the unknown number. I reached for it slowly. Nico didn’t stop me this time. New text: Tick tock, Kane. He’s bleeding pretty. You’ve got 90 minutes. Come alone or I start carving pieces off. A photo attached. I opened it. Jake. Bound to a metal chair in some concrete room, head lolling to the side, blood streaking from a split eyebrow down his cheek. His shirt was torn open. A fresh knife wound—shallow but deliberate—curved across his collarbone. His eyes were open, glassy, staring straight at the camera.

She noticed the heat rushing to my cheeks and kept her voice so low it barely carried across the space. I offered a faint, barely perceptible nod. I thanked Mellisandrei for helping me eat my food when I was finished. She soon left the room together with the tray, leaving me with only Jacob in this cold silent cabin of him. “May I ask a question, your grace?” The silence around me is killing me. So I would rather take risk of asking questions to Jacob than just watching invisible, imaginary things inside of his cabin. He had his gaze upon me, then raised his eyebrow. He was still working on the letters on his table.

The best part about a star baseball player being my best friend is that interruptions like this happen all the time. Jake loves speaking with his fans, especially the kids just getting into baseball. Which means I have time to figure out how to steer the conversation away from Cora. The boy walks away, and Jake turns back to me. He reaches for the glass of orange juice in front of him. His gaze is locked on me as he takes a long drink. I shift in my seat, unsure why he is staring at me like that. Did Cora tell him what happened? Does he know that I’m keeping secrets about the retreat from him?

After all, it had been a long time since he had visited the house. “Good afternoon, Mr. Jacob. How was your trip?” greeted one of the staff at the building Jacob was visiting. Jacob smiled slightly and welcomed the greeting. “Have you prepared well?” “I have, sir. And today, information from one of the staff of Phoenix Magazine, Miss Celine finished the photo shoot at two o'clock in the afternoon. after that there is a dinner event together.” Jacob's smile grew wider. “Did you get the information about the venue?” “I have, sir.”

“Have you been to Aunt Jen’s Bar on Fifth?” “Only a thousand times,” I counter, and we head out. I need to buy him a beer at this rate, especially since he put up with the constant stream of pictures and people. Once we’re seated at a booth, Jake opens his guitar case and starts grabbing bills, pushing them toward me. “Count.” We do, our shared number going over 700 bucks. “Fuck,” Jake says, hand pushing his shaggy hair up in all directions. “Not what I was expecting.”

“I like things simple.” It wasn’t cold, but I shivered anyway. Jake walked past me, barefoot in jeans and a dark gray t-shirt, sleeves hugging his arms. He looked softer tonight. Not just in clothes or tone, but in presence. The confident, cocky man who had pinned me to my couch and growled filthy things in my ear wax gone now. “You want a drink?” he asked. “Water’s fine,” I said, still glancing around. A bowl on the counter had exactly three apples in it. A sleek espresso machine gleamed from disuse.

Then, while that was simmering for ten minutes. "Is there anything else I can help with?" Jake asked, smiling. "Just have a seat and relax," Haley said, embarrassed that she hadn't prepared sooner. "Trust me, I'm very handy," Jake said. "Alright, can you look in the refrigerator and get the lemonade, or would you like a glass of wine?" "No lemonade is perfect, " he said, taking a picture of the glass bottle filled with lemons and strawberries floating beautifully inside the juice. Everything looks too perfect and festive."

Jun asked in surprise as he looked at Jacob’s cell phone handed to him. “Stay here. Turn on the camera when you see Jackson. Record everything until they walk out. I’ll get it after the party,” Jacob said. “Sir Jacob, do I really need to videotape Sir Jack? What if he sees me? I’m sure it will be troublesome. I’m sure he’ll beat me up if it happens!” Jun looked worried. “Are you gay?” Jacob asked, laughing. “W-what?” Jun responded in shock. “Are you gay? Why are you so afraid of Jackson? If you don’t want him to see you videoing, then hide while recording! Sometimes, you have to use your brain, Jun. It’s not just a display,” Jacob said.

At times, Rhychard doubted the apprentice was even an elf. Embers was busier than normal. A couple and a lone man sat chatting with Jake Meyers behind the bar as ESPN spewed football highlights. A few men sat in the opposite corner, drinks in one hand, cigars in the other laughing about something that had just been shared while ignoring CNN on the television mounted on the wall. A couple took up the couch in the adjacent corner. Rhychard waved a greeting to Jake as he led Famallumi into the walk-in humidor, which sat parallel to the bar. He glanced out the glass door that led to the wooden deck overlooking the river and noticed only a few people enjoying the departing day. That suited Rhycha

and watched Lucas teach Maya’s grandmother how to play cornhole. “He’s good with people,” Jake said, appearing beside me. “Always has been. Drives me crazy sometimes, how easy he makes it look.” I took a sip of my drink. It tasted like pineapple and regret. “Must be nice.” “You’re good with people too. Just in a different way. You make them feel taken care of. Safe.” Jake clinked his glass against mine. “Maya told me what you did when the dove vendor tried to charge triple for the rush order. How did you find a backup supplier and negotiate them down?”