Jake Peralta Novels & Stories

“Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?” My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion. “What do you mean? What is happening today?” “What?” He answered in awe. “Are you new in town?” He further inquired. His question made me remember my driver again. “This is definitely Karma.” “Yes, I am. So tell me what today is.” I answered with clenched jaws. “It’s Alpha Kilhan’s birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak.” He praised him, but I remained unfazed.

I turned to Jake, and I could feel he felt the same way through the quiet pride in his eyes. Jake leaned forward casually, elbows resting on his knees. “Why do you look so surprised? Nothing is hidden under the sun,” he said smoothly. Jason didn’t respond. His nostrils flared. “You’ve got a hell of a system,” Jake continued, calm but cutting. “Fake vendors. Shell companies. Offshore accounts. Honestly, it’s impressive… and illegal.” Jason finally looked up. His eyes were blazing red. “Where the hell did you get this?” he demanded.

I ask. Caleb pauses for a few minutes, sighing, “You know I can’t do that Kate. What justice will you deliver that will make Alpha Jackson pay? He destroyed everything good in my life. Now I have the one thing, aside from his Luna, that will destroy his life. I don’t have any other options. I’m sorry.”.

she asked after a sigh. She was sure that she won’t stop so she might as well pretend to be curious. She put down the magazine again and looked at where her friend’s eyes were. "It's the elusive, immensely hot and extremely rich playboy, Luke Contrero! The man one wearing a pair of blue board shorts and has a mouth-watering six-pack!” Joyce replied as she stared at the subject of her interest.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

“What is it that you want?” Warren shifted on his feet. “I want you to kill Devon Longshire.” Jake huffed out a laugh. “They have a word for this. Entrapment. I’m not a hitman.” “I know exactly who and what you are, Jake.” “I’m an ex-con riding with an MC,” Jake said. “My room’s not wired, I’m officially on leave. You can check,” Warren said. “I know. You’re also divorced from Marcie and you have a three-year-old daughter named Emi-Lee.”

Not a man. By the time I return inside, his eyes follow me, I look away but I feel them, I can also feel him teasing me, too bad, he chose the wrong person to tease, nothing has ever come between myself and a job. “The ID is real, a high school graduate, works as a free lance art curator, no priors, maybe wrong place, wrong time?” Jake asks watching me. Jake is the quiet, smart kid of this team, he for some reason looks up to me and while this might appeal to others, it makes my stomach clench.

"Yeah, I'll just have a Corona lite, and Jake, what do you want?" "I'll have a Cherry Coke with a large serving of Guac and Chips," He said from behind his menu, he may look the part of an innocent-looking young adult, but I knew better than to think that of him. We'd done so many jobs together, I've seen him at his best and worst, he was a man who would listen to the sounds of a rapist being tortured to sleep; Yet he was also the kind of man who would cry, if I even thought about being mean to Jameson, he's a hellhound and yet Jakey acts as if a couple mean words and a thwack on the head would be enough to kill the poor thing.

Jake introduced. “Just Julia,” I corrected Jake. “Good evening, Mr. Alejandro.” I smiled, reaching a hand to him. He shook my hand. “Pleasure’s mine, Julia. I hope we get along.” I smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Alejandro.” “Just call me Luke,” he said kindly. “Luke. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “It’s mine as well,” he said. “Can I steal Julia for a dance later, Jake?” “Sure, you’re the boss. I’m going to meet some friends out there. I’ll leave you two to dance.” Jake said, patting his friend’s shoulder, but before leaving, he leaned into my ear and whispered. “F.Y.I. He’s into blondes...”