Jesse Katsopolis の小説・ストーリー

alone. Now, Jax was surrounded by the Original OG Members of the Krauser Kartel—the legends who had helped Oliver Reed reclaim Metro City. There was Nikolai Khrushev, Don Krauser's silent but deadly right-hand man; Nikita Khrushev, Nikolai's sister, the sharp-eyed owner of Nikoffee; Jonas Rex, the real estate mogul who knew every secret tunnel in the district; Latisha Henderson, the investment guru whose cold logic matched Jade's; and Ethan Knox, the attorney who knew exactly how to make a body "disappear" legally.

I hop into bed, hearing my phone suddenly buzz on the nightstand. Josh: Hey princess, I was wondering if I would hear from you again. Katherine: Princess huh? You just sayin that cause you don’t remember my name? Josh: Don’t like it? Don’t worry, I remember everything about you Katherine. Katherine: I didn’t say that. You busy this week? Josh: Never too busy for you. Tomorrow night. Dinner. I’ll pick you up at 6.

Jesse slapped his buddy's cheek a couple of times, shaking him off from the mirage that was K. "Is that... her?" Isaac asked in a hushed voice, still in a daze. Jesse nodded, his mouth twisted into an annoyed pout. He knew that K was already preparing to leave. His wits and thoughts were running away from him. He wanted to speak with her before she leaves again. Jesse was afraid that he had scared K off, all with his stupid suggestion for her to keep some of her clothes at his place. Fucking stupid idea. "Yeah, Isaac, listen, I have to-"

There are questions in my brain and new information I need to process. The conversation I had with Mr. Katrakis lingers in my mind, and I want to know more about his cousin. I sit down at the desk with the glowing MacBook. I hope that this isn’t some sort of test and that I’m actually allowed to use the computer. I type “Oliver Katrakis” into Google—though I have already done this search a couple of times. Hundreds of results pop up. I bite my lip, clicking the first link. Oliver Katrakis is thirty–two and has been the CEO of Grethe and Elga Enterprises for five years. A Princeton graduate, double major, and award-winning entrepreneur. Besides his work, he has various interests and is gifted

Jake is in surveillance, he pauses at the door like he wants to say something, and when Jesse comes to stand by my side, he walks away. I exhale. Kelly and Jesse are on my personal protection team. Not like I need anything like that, but Jazz and I are on Jesse protection team, so it works out. “Now, I don’t want to hear no kissing sounds.” Jazz says, Jesse grins, “Don’t worry, we’re mostly soundless- okay, that’s a lie, Elijah makes a lot of beautiful sounds.” I swat him away. He is determined to turn me into a tomato today.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i

Jessica moved through the kitchen inspecting the work of the caterers. They glanced over their shoulders at Jess and she could see the smoldering behind their eyes. No one liked having someone inspecting their work especially if they thought they knew what they were doing. The problem was that everyone thought they knew, but it was Jess's job to be sure that everything Sue and Ben wanted for their anniversary party was delivered even when the young couple wasn't sure what they wanted. Jess was the queen bitch party planner in her mid thirties and at the top of her game. She was hired for a reason and any member of the catering staff that didn't like it could take a walk. They would be explai

Jess said quietly, “This is Elias. Cato’s cousin.” His eyes hardened as he gave me scathing smile, “So the wrong stupid teenaged boy fell into my trap.” “Trap? Who the hell are you?” “Doesn’t matter to you. Where is Cato?” “At home,” I said. “Does he know you’re here?” “No.” “Does anyone?” “No.” He let out a low growl and stepped closer to me. “For fuck’s sake. I was relying on someone having some level of common sense.” “Whatever. I don’t care,” I said, “I came here to find Jess. I’ve found her, so we’ll be on our way.”