Jakob Toretto Novels & Stories

The energy around us crackled, heavy and oppressive. A faint image began to form above the corpse—disjointed at first, like a flickering hologram. “Show me Jacob,” I murmured, focusing my intent. “Show me where he is.” The image sharpened, revealing a cavernous room. Jacob—no, Jona—stood at the center, his figure illuminated by flickering torchlight. He was speaking to a group of shadowy figures, his voice low and commanding. “This isn’t over,” he growled. “We regroup, rebuild, and strike again. The pack will fall, and Jake will suffer.”

Jacob said, panting. Jacob tried to calm himself down. He could hear the strength of his heartbeat and the whispers of the people around him. He’s a business tycoon and he came from one of the wealthiest men in the country. He is also often featured in magazines and news because of his charisma, intelligence and business skills. Even with his back turned, he knew people were looking at him. Even if he puts earbuds in his ears, he knows they are talking about him. “Who are you to meddle with our work? Ow! Jacob Anderson Gray,” the female medics exclaimed. Because Jacob had chin up, she recognized him.

“Basically Jacob was a good guy. He at least gave me food and drink. Even if it's just mineral water and a piece of really hard bread, he didn't starve me to death.” "He did want you to stay alive so I could come to save you." Rafe snorted. “I thought I was smart enough to wait for him to really leave before taking you out of there. But it turns out that Jacob was just fooling us all. He's hiding somewhere so he can shoot us off guard." “He is a persistent man. His anger was fueled by Brittany. Or Teressa." "So that's her name? Teressa?"

It turned out that the man in front of her was Marco's cousin, Letta thought, feeling less afraid because this was still part of Marco's family, she thought. "Not really. Don't misunderstand Marco. Maybe he's just busy. Oh yeah, who are you here with?" Letta asked with her friendly tone that was starting to feel less awkward, because Letta's thought was that Jacob was someone she didn't need to fear, although on the contrary, if Letta remembered, Jacob was someone she should avoid, and it was also evident from Jacob, who was now looking at Letta with raised eyebrows. Of course, his response now was very different from what he had shown before, where now Letta smiled broadly when looking at h

And he wasn’t sure if he was changing into a weapon… or a mirror. Jacob returned just before dawn. Leo was waiting. Jacob didn’t flinch. “You saw?” Leo didn’t speak. Just nodded. “You going to lock me up now?” Leo stepped closer. “What did he say?” Jacob looked him dead in the eye. “That I’m not yours. That I’m his next masterpiece.” “And what do you believe?” Jacob didn’t hesitate. “I believe I’ve had enough of being a pawn.” Leo stared. And then, for the first time since they’d met, Leo Moretti said three words no one had ever heard from his mouth.

‎"I'm not a man who enjoys long speeches, so I'll make this simple. If any of you still have doubts about serving under me, this is your chance to leave. Walk away now, and never come back." ‎The room fell silent. ‎No one moved. ‎"Go!" I roared. ‎"I want honest men by my side. If you choose to betray me, you'll live to regret it. So if you're leaving, do it now." ‎Once again, silence filled the room. ‎Several long seconds passed before I nodded. ‎"Good." ‎A faint smile crossed my face. ‎"Now let me introduce myself properly. I'm Victor Arc, grandson of Mr. Arc. I'm known for being fearless... and brutal when necessary. One thing you should all know about me is this.. I don't let traitors sur

She figured that he must have wanted Tristian Reyes’s contact. Without wasting any time, Jacob typed the numbers into his phone and called Tristian. The phone rang four times before he heard a click. “Tristian Reyes speaking. How can I help you?” Tristian’s voice carried an aura like no other, and even a man like Jacob couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Jacob cleared his throat, adjusted his tie and spoke. “This is Jacob Wades from the Wades family.” He said, hoping to get some recognition with his family name.

Jacob asked, making Marco smirk dismissively. "Come on, who said it was all your project? It's all under my supervision, so I have the right to retract it or give it to someone else. I know who I should trust to manage it, and it certainly isn't someone like you," Marco said, making Jacob clench his fist. Marco realized that Jacob wanted to take control of all the assets he had invested in Chicago, which marked the beginning of all his plans. It seemed Jacob's plan had been sniffed out by Marco, so Marco decided to take over and transfer all the new projects in Chicago to another trusted individual. This was the beginning of why Jacob rebelled and tried to fight him.

“You can’t just show up and give us orders. You should be grateful we didn't kill you.” “Jacob Rotts is a bastard—haven't you seen that already? Do you know how many connections he has with humans to create production lines and transport weapons to other packs? He uses sex, stimulants, and provides immoral services to wealthy bastards!” Logan accused. “You seem to know a lot about him.” “Of course I do; I’ve been tracking him. And I know your pack isn't like that. Even if the Petroff family had some strict rules in the past...”

“A highly respected and wealthy one at that!” I opened my mouth to say something but he'd already rushed over to Kai’s side, extending a hand with an eager grin. “ Hello sir, I'm more than privileged to have you in my home today. My name is Jake Preston and may I say that it is such an honor to meet you, Mr. Torrence. I’ve followed your work for years – the tech innovations, the market moves… incredible stuff. That merger you pulled off last quarter? Genius. The way you timed the acquisition right before the sector dip, I told my team it was textbook brilliance.”