Jamie Bennett Rotg Novels & Stories

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

“We share the same enemy. You have no choice but to work with me.” “What do I need to do?” Sara didn't hesitate. Roger was right. They couldn't let Damon triumph, or they would lose their only chance at a future. However, contrary to what she expected, Roger took a different direction. “Help me grow this company. I know you’re capable.” She frowned. Roger’s company wouldn't be enough to defeat the Morettis. “This company is my mother’s legacy, the only thing I own that is untainted to the Morettis.” Roger sounded earnest. “Power is everything. If this company scales up and dominates Luvante, Damon won’t dare to approach you so easily if he ever finds our hiding spot.”

"I am Heather Daniels. I'm here to discuss an important contract—" Before she could finish, a hoarse, thick baritone voice interrupted from the shadows. "Who dares address me without proper introduction?" Heather turned cold when she finally saw Eamon Rodge, who was not the elderly man she had imagined. Instead, a very young man with a dark aura sat on a stool near a wine cellar section, not far from the entrance. He wore dark lenses and held a walking cane, his presence exuding an unsettling mixture of charm and menace. "Mr. Rodge?" Heather stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jamie replied with her hand on her hip. "It's impossible to forget," I said. I remember when she first moved to the pack and she made sure that everyone knew her brother was mated to the Alpha. Every single person knew that she was Jamie Jackson and that her brother was Blake Jackson, Ellie Pierce's mate and in part control of Darkness, so no one ever dared to mess with her for the fear that they would be kicked out of the pack. "Then you should know that you can't hide from me Luca Hind. I will always find you," Jamie stated casually. She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her drink while she looked around the room.

The fact that she was calm and taking everything in so bravely makes him wonder for how long she was bearing all that f**king torture. "I will not let him take you guys," Rasmus said adamantly. "He is rich. He has links. He has been pulling an amazing facade of Mr. Nice guy by doing charity events and whatnot. No one would believe anything without proper evidence. The man has made his image opposite to what he truly is in reality." Catherine said simply. "We will work something out but you ain't going back to that bastard again," Rasmus growled in low menace, as even the thought of it was enraging him.