Jerome Valeska // Joker Novels & Stories

Vale shot back, a protective tone entering his voice. Jake leaned in closer, curiosity piqued. “What happened to your hair?” he asked, inspecting Vale as if he were a puzzle to solve. “Come on, baby, your driver should be here by now,” Vale said, turning his attention to me and holding out a hand. I took his hand, feeling the warmth spread through me as I smiled warmly at Jake. “It was nice meeting you—” “Jake, my name is Jake, Mr. Helios, and it was nice meeting you too,” he interrupted, offering me his hand with a grin. I was just about to shake it when Vale placed his hand firmly over Jake’s.

“C’mere, Prez, and I mean double-time.” Stomping footsteps approached, and then Nails Paxton was in the doorway of Ace’s bedroom, looking ten kinds of seriously-pissed. Ever since that anonymous phone call had come in from someone claiming that Ace Cuddy had killed Kirk, Warren ‘Derby’ Kane (Joker’s own cousin), and Shay Alcott, it had been one hell of a day, and Joker knew that what he had to show Nails was only going to make for a much worse night.

Valerie’s long-time rival in the behind-the-scenes fashion war. Standing next to Valerie, they looked like a storm waiting for ignition. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Sinclair,” Jace drawled, voice smooth like a record that never scratched. “Not your usual scene.” Valerie didn’t bother looking at him. “Try not to assume you know my scenes.” Jace smiled at Luna instead, offering his hand. “Jace Serrano. I’ve heard of you, obviously, but that performance, that was a resurrection.”

Bain stiffened as the lead vehicle door opened—and he saw him. The Jackal. Older than rumors said, but lean, carved from violence. Pale blue eyes like frozen knives. A scar curled from the corner of his mouth, twisting his smile into something inhuman. Even the Vulture had respected this man. Even Darius had feared him. The Jackal scanned the yard like he could smell the trap—but greed, necessity, or pride pushed him forward. Valeria’s desperation had forced her to call him. And now he was here. Inside the Freight Yard

Jake’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “I know what you did,” Tammy said, her voice cracking with emotion. “You killed her. You pushed her off that balcony because you couldn’t control her anymore.” Joseph laughed coldly. “She got what she deserved. And maybe it’s time you joined her.” Before any of us could react, Jake and Chris, his beta, moved toward the door. Jake’s expression was dark, his eyes glowing faintly with anger. He gestured for us to stay behind as he and Chris slipped out to intervene.

"The thing is, nobody on my team gave you up because Julio had been the only one I allowed to know the location of the warehouse, so he knew where to take Kara after she had been taken. And I trust Julio would never leak such information, hence he wouldn't have even been caught with the rest of my guys. "The thing is, Jerome Cavalsgh had gotten his own Intel and came running the chance he got." "This Jerome guy, you keep mentioning him. What is he? Like a police or something?" "No, Jade," I don't miss the change in Mel's tone as she speaks, "He is part of a crime organization. A very powerful organization that works undercover. And you, Jade, have just walked into something big. Bigger than

Joker whispered, coming into the room. “Yeah?” Kane asked, frowning at the concerned look on his face. “You’re in charge…” Joker whispered. “What?!” Kane demanded, shocked almost speechless.

The thing is, he needs to know everything about her and the reason for doing so is a secret that only he knows. “I am her fiance, Cypher Kurt” that is what he said with a stoic expression plastered on his face and the man named Joker just looked at him emotionless - it is the same emotion that he actually see in the face of Shin Alexandra and he cannot help but to think that no wonder they are friends because they act alike. However, at the same time he abhors that thought. “I know who you are” Joker answered which made Cypher Kurt once again grit his teeth out of annoyance.

Jag explains. "Joker, every couple of minutes to keep their attention fire a shot. Once everyone is set, Cross take out the driver. But we need the leader alive." Jag orders. Fifteen minutes later everyone is in position. "Everyone set?" Jag asks. "A go for me Prez." Cross replies. "Holding steady here Prez." Joker replies. "Green light Cross." Jag replies. Cross takes Betty his sniper rifle and takes out the driver. One shot right between the eyes.

His head was bowed, and every so often he tugged the brim of his hat lower to shield his face. But despite his efforts to remain unnoticed, Sandra recognized him immediately…Jerome. The moment her eyes landed on him, she quickly excused herself, pretending she had something to do in the kitchen. Jerome was Jessica’s boyfriend already, the man her friend loved dearly… and that meant she had to keep her distance from now on. Vicky hadn’t recognized the basketball player at first. She was caught off guard when he removed his sunglasses at the counter. He leaned in, whispered something to her, and left her momentarily stunned before she nodded.