Jimmy Johnson Novels & Stories

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

“Thanks, dad, for holding everything together while we’re gone, we should be back Sunday night.” “No problem son, just go find your mate and try to have a good time.” He gives me a slap on the back, and I climb inside, and low and behold John is already strapped into his seat and ready to go. “Finally, Jax, let’s get out of here.” “Yea, yea man I know, I’m here so we can go now. Fuck man don’t get your panties in a twist.” “I don’t wear panties man, half the time dude I don’t wear anything, it’s easier for the ladies.” This dude I swear has no filter.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

We did our signature greeting before walking to the parking lot. "I introduce you to my newest baby..." He stated the moment we walked over to a range rover."It seems the old lady is keeping you well..." I teased. "I make sure she is satisfied in bed..." He winked and we both got into the car laughing.Jimmy moved to Los Angeles when he was eighteen years old and got married to this lonely desperate rich 50-year old woman who was in need of love.That's how he became , a young millionaire and with time a well known web developer.If that's not luck then what do we call it? Unlike me who is stuck between a crazy woman and a sweet girl who brings peace in my chaotic life, a father who doesn't app

“Do you realize that you are even more concerned about Ava than Wanita? Dude, you should be more concerned about Wanita. I fucked her real hard and even sucked her kitty until it turned red. You need to hear her screaming my name to continue fucking her hard.” At this point, he was beginning to burst into Alexander's last bit of self-control. He knew John was somewhat of a psychopath, and it might be fruitless fighting with but… he just can't help but think that at least, two punches in his face could reset his brain. Seeing that Alexander did not react, John decided to press even further. “Do you know why Ava hates you so much? Because I told her you are a freaking mafia lord: a leader of g

GIO Prologue The bloody mouthpiece flying through the air in slow motion as Trinidad's lifeless body hit the floor was just one of the things from that day that would forever be seared into Giovanni Bravo's memory. The screaming was the other. The ref jumped in front of Gio as if he'd even think of still going after Trinidad.

“I am under ‘bed arrest’ for the next few days. I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I really fucked up the stitches,” “Yes, you definitely don’t know how you did it, and yet, you somehow managed to jump on the shoulder of two men and ironically broke their necks using your thigh, does that ring any bells?” He asked, and I laughed. He chuckled and put his hand on my knee, gently squeezing it. “Needless to say, you did a good job at what you were doing.”

VICTORIA «I swear, if I see one more ‘healthy plate’ on this table, I’m gonna go eat at a diner like a decent man,» Nino started signing to the other guy. To my complete surprise, the intimidating hunk looked like he couldn’t talk. «You’re on a diet because of doctor’s orders. Your sugar is through the roof. Be a good big baby and eat your bland breakfast,» the other man signed back, totally unbothered.

Only a few people know my real name—Smokey Dalton—and even fewer know that Jimmy isn’t my biological son. I adopted Jimmy not quite legally after I had to get him out of Memphis two years ago. He had seen Doctor Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassin, and knew that the killer wasn’t James Earl Ray. I knew—and still know—that if the killers ever find out where Jimmy is, he won’t make it through the day. Jim was ten then. He would turn twelve a week from Thursday, and the Grimshaws and I had a surprise party planned for the weekend. Until he moved to Chicago, Jimmy had never had a party for his birthday, or much of a birthday at all.

But was even more surprised when he heard about what had happened to me. "God! Adriana are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" "It's Dr. Michaels he is the top surgeon in the state hospital, so I'm good Drew. He had given me the best pain meds." I grinned at him, he knew about my pain tolerance.