Jeremy Francis Novels & Stories

My future. All of it now tied to Diego Castellano.

I replied to Freya causing her to swallow her saliva as if she was suddenly feeling nervous. "We really didn't do anything, boss. Don't do this to me, I have a family living in the province and I'm pregnant, I need the job and the money. Your dick is the only dick I suck and you're the only man who can fuck me, boss." Freya said pleadingly but I just look at her with no emotions on my face. "I really hate liars," I said emphatically to her. "Okay, okay, Jerome let me hold his dick while he was driving, boss," Freya confessed to me and I just look at her as if I'm waiting for what she would say next.

Cecily tells us. I had expected that much to come from a Purity Pack member. When I glance to my right, I see Chasity-another Purity Pack member-glance down. Rumour has it, she's been trying to convert him to her religion. "So congratulations," she says, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention again.

Jeremy knew that finding employment as an ex-convict must be challenging, and the revelation of her firing only added to her burdens. After dismissing Lucas, Jeremy leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair. It had been a long time since he had felt such a strong desire to help someone. He pondered his conflicting emotions. Despite their limited interactions and Melissa's feigned ignorance during their second meeting, he felt compelled to assist her. But was she truly deserving of his help?

"Stop it, Francine. It's more important for us to let Grandma know that I'm fine. God knows she must be in quite a shock right now." Francine pouted. "So you do know just how much of a shock you gave her. How could you not let us into your plan? Did you know Jeremy nearly…" Francine suddenly stopped speaking as she saw Jeremy in the corridor as soon as she walked out of the room. He was half-leaning against the wall with both hands shoved into his pockets.

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

He was Nikki's boyfriend and a rogue in the vegetative pack. "Hello, Francis!" Jeremy greeted him. I was behind staring at his body. His body was covered with different types of wounds. Scars were like potholes on his body. And with his appearance, one could tell how fierce he could be. "Hello, may I know you? And how did you know my name?" Francis asked, glaring daggers at us. "What brings you two here? We don't often entertain visitors," Francis asked. "We are looking for information about a girl who lost her memory. She was with a rogue, and we heard your pack might know something," Jeremy said.

Jose said and Francis realized that it was the first time he was calling his man. "Ok, Ok chill man" he said and gulped "So that means you saw then immediately you returned?" Francis said and Jose looked at him in a questioning gaze "Don't look at me like that man, there was news that the older son of Mr. Lumeré was not in the country till this morning, that was why" Francis explained and Jose breathed out a sigh, he gulped his drink and stood up from his seat "I'm out of here Bartender, how much is your money?" Jose asked not knowing the exact amount to give the guy, Francis shook his head grinning "Don't man, take it as a friendship drink" he said and Jose snorted "Whatever you say bartend

der Jermy i wont to let u no I am finking about you. i sor you on the telly i beleeve in wot you say on the telly and wont to suppot u i am fed up with the way are country is going can u send me sum money i wont tell anyone about what we did in france i promis yors Billy ‘What’s that?’ Jeremy dropped his hand guiltily, crumpling the letter at his side, unconsciously willing it to disappear.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”