Jared Rayman Novels & Stories

Jared sits by me and looks at everyone else. "what's wrong Ryan? ",Jared asked while watching the family hold each other. He has to know what's wrong I fucked up and didn't protect my sister in law. I'm a fucking failure that failed to protect an innocent she wolf which is my job. I protect those weaker than me.

One in particular who had been doing his bidding for a while now, Jared Sikes. Jared, a lost soul until found about six months back, near death from shooting up heroin outside one of The Source’s mess halls. When he was brought to Agremon’s attention, he could see Jared was one of your basic losers, but he could also discern that with the right guidance and incentive, the degenerate could be turned into the perfect grunt. After stroking his self-esteem and feeding his addiction, Agremon gave him small jobs to do.

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

Alayni grumbles. “That is not the only reason at all. I don’t want you flying commercial, plus by using my private jet, it will be nonstop. Besides, Ryan is moving to Savannah, and all of his shit should be there by the time we arrive.” I hear a guy yell.

Ryker looked between everyone that was gathered before continuing. “Sara and Leo will team up. Being the two of you are related, you both have a greater bond with each other. The same goes for Julian and Ryan.” He said then stopped talking again as he looked between the others. Ryan Drake, Julian’s twin brother. This was the first time seeing Ryan, other than the picture of him in the folder I had on him. Seeing them stand side by side, it was hard to tell them apart, other than the noticeable scar above Ryan’s left eye.

"Yeah, he got us what we needed, and like you said, I made it so he doesn't know what it's for. I played it off like it was for a special job, and I went ahead and ordered some other shit to throw off anyone who might think to take a look." "That's cool, Jared, what about your end, is our boy still acting true to form?" "Like clockwork, same routine." "Good for us, okay then we're heading out at first light, so make sure everyone's asses are with it then, or I'll be leaving motherfuckers behind." "Have you ever had to leave a man behind, for anything less than being an ass?" Jared grinned. "Nope, but there's always a first time. I want this shit done so we can get the hell gone, and now we h

“You were there too, weren’t you? He was carrying you.” The guy’s blue eyes went a little distant. “Yeah. That was me.” He tried to move, but Calder pinned him to his side. “Let go, will you? Jesus.” He tugged himself away, Calder reluctantly allowing it. “I’m Jared,” he said. “And you’re safe here. Completely. I was going to call you soon, I’d gotten distracted. We had some trouble, and then we went to freaking Canada—anyway. Long story.” He’d come close enough to touch. Jared. Who’d been in the same place as me, had been broken enough, like me, to be useless in the escape—but stood here in front of me, looking mostly recovered, at home, safe and sound.

Me- According to Shelby, no. “You threw me over the edge,” Ryan yells angry. “Were you going to suck my dick?” Ray asks. “No,” Ryan answers. “So, there ya go.” Ray does an impression of the dad from My Big Fat Greek Wedding. “Are you high?” I ask, only half awake. “To whom are you directing your question?” Jeremy asks. “Raymond Antonio Reviera,” I say, opening my eyes. Ray smirks at the use of his entire name. “No estoy drogado,” Ray answers.

The timestamp in the corner confirmed the date had haunted their families, January 15th, 2009. On the screen, the truck sat idling in the shadows of an alleyway. A man stumbled out of the driver’s side. It was Nathan. Even though the low resolution, his agony was visible. He was hunched over, his hands over his face, his body shaking with the weight of the accident he had just been forced to commit. A second figure stepped into the frame from the darkness. It was Raymond, looking calm and clinical. Raymond didn’t offer a hand or a word of comfort. He reached into his coat and pulled out a heavy handgun.

If it was the cartel, I figured my odds of escaping into the Idaho darkness were better than my chances of staying here. I continued, hoping that whoever was there wouldn't notice me. My hand tightly gripped the handle of the door, but I couldn't bring myself to open it and run out. The atmosphere was currently silent, which made me figure that whoever was here had got what they came for. However, I decided it was best to text Kara since her dad was a sheriff. I pulled out my phone from my pajama pocket and promptly messaged Kara, knowing my dad wouldn't be helpful. It was probable that my father was intoxicated at a strip club somewhere.