Jakob Toretto Novels & Stories

"Lena just wants to act up." If they wanted water, I would take it to them. I would walk in, put the glass down, and walk out. I would show them I wasn't broken by a pathetic phone call. I left the claustrophobic attic and went downstairs, heading straight for the kitchen. The large, stainless steel room was quiet, but not empty. Jacob was perched on a stool at the counter, completely absorbed in a sleek laptop, rows of complex coding scrolling down the screen. He was dressed in a dark, expensive silk robe that only emphasized his broad shoulders and bare, muscled forearms. The room suddenly felt very small.

Jacob Fackler died a year ago so his consignment might never be accessed. “Hold on, Jacob’s dead?” “Abdul Javani was seeking refuge in this building after being shot. I'm still trying to wrap my head around how exactly he was able to get the password right. But now that I think about it, all he actually needed to do was to open the door" she smiled, paying little to no attention to the look of complete confusion hooked on Robert's face. "Jonathan Fackler visited here a couple weeks to his infamous journey to the North. Which is one of the many reasons he's in prison, awaiting the final procedures regarding his death sentence in a couple days’ time."

he looked at her with determination, and he didn’t stop smiling calmly. Gloria nodded. She was quite satisfied. Prodigy? That’s bull crap if there is no hard work. “Oh! Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself,” He said before chuckling, “Good afternoon. My name is Jacob Peterson, but everyone calls me Jake. Professor Henry probably mentioned me to you already.” “Hi Jacob, if you don’t mind me asking. How old you?” She could not help but ask instead. Jacob looked at her with joy, and her question did not disturb him at all and with a firmness that she did not expect he said, “I am 32 years old.”

His hair was a huge mess and had a sharp chin. Although, he looked unkeot, still, behind it all, he was effortlessly handsome. I shook off that idea. "Who are you?" I questioned. "I..." the guy said, feeling so big to introduce himself; "...am Toretto. The son to Dominic Monika." He let out a huge grin. I just stood there puzzled. "I am sorry, who is Dominic Monika." The guy fidgeted a little; "You are joking, right? you seriously don't know who Dominic Monika is?! Are you pulling my legs?" his voice suddenly became calm and serious. No longer light and friendly as before. I froze.