Jake Rango Novels & Stories

That is all. ‘Mate! Mate!’ Mina is screaming in my mind. “Look how handsome he is!’ She isn’t wrong to be fair. He is tall, muscular. With a headful of dark hair, short at the sides, but flopping into his face. His eyes are a piercing grey. And such a strong jaw, defined further by the stubble dotted along it. “Jake this Rose Cartwright” the woman next to him smiles “Rose, this is our Beta and business partner, Jake Joseph. I am Lilah Winters. My husband Knox is back at the pack at the moment, but is able to come along if you should need him to attend”

Traditions ran deep and rules were strict. Jake was twenty eight. Tall with strong shoulders from years of working on the family farm and in the workshop. He had dark messy hair and eyes that seemed to see too much. He lived in the house with his parents and his younger brother. But the one who made everything complicated was his cousin Ryan.

“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.”

"That's not going to happen either. Dwight, here's how this is going to play out. You're going to take the 200,000 naira I'm willing to wire you now because I'm not in a foul mood and you're going to walk out of here and never look back. If you don't, this will be the last day you see the sun and I'm going to make sure of it. You know me, I don't bluff and you also know that my influence has no limits. And if you don't get out of here in the next five minutes, the offer is no longer on the table." Randy seemed to contemplate his options. He had seen firsthand how ruthless Jack could be and he knew just how far his reach was. But then he got mad. He was the one with the gun pointed at a girl'

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.

His eyes were moving all over my face as if he’s looking for an answer to the question he hasn't spilled out. Jake is a confident guy, sometimes even too sure of himself that people mistake it for arrogance. This is just not like him at all. “This better be not a prank, West. I swear if you give me a stinging bee again I will electrocute you in your sleep.” Jake chuckled, relaxing a bit, but he pouted his lips. “Trust me, Baby. It’s not a bee.” I nod, turning around so he could put the cloth around my head, taking my ability to see away. I feared not seeing anything, and Jake knows it. A squeal escaped my mouth when he scooped me in his arms without so much of a warning.

I asked, seeing his expression and feeling dread at what had happened. " Jake called me and asked me to get you to him as soon as I can," Rob informed me, confusing me as to who Jake was and why he wanted Ricardo to meet him. " Who is Jake?" I asked, waiting for one of them to tell me who he was. " You joined the gang without knowing the boss's name! Jake is our boss, the mafia boss of the Black Clover gang." Rob said, making my eyes widen in surprise and shock. I seriously didn't know who the boss was and what his name was, I just blindly followed Ricardo because I wanted to help him and be with him and this was the only way to make that happen.

They had given me some space and time to mourn the loss of my hockey career, but this morning, when Jake had dropped the hammer on the breakfast table right in front of me, it seemed as if today, their time to be patient with me had run out. “The fence at the south is broken, you need to head out there and fix it, today.” Jake had spoken to me, not asked, to which I had looked over him. Jake was the second oldest son and the one who was running the ranch now, mostly. When he wasn’t working on the ranch, he was driving around in his police car chasing the bad guys for a living. Because yes, my brother was a police officer by day, and a wolf slash farmer by night. Oh yeah, and he also had a fi

“It satisfies me, gives me chills, reminds me of just how much strength I still have left in my system, even at my age.” Calista glared up at him, her vision blurred and her eyes weak. She tried to snap back, but her throat caught, and she spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor instead. Jake drew a kitchen knife from his belt, pressing the cold tip directly against her throat. One wrong movement, and her breath would be cut short forever.

Witches and wolves don’t get along, but what does it mean when Arla is both? Jake was very tall, and very good looking. He was nineteen years old and had close-cropped black hair and striking sea-blue eyes. He spent a lot of time training outdoors, and his skin was permanently sun-kissed as a result. And oh, the muscles. He had muscles upon muscles.