Joe Locke X Novels & Stories

“Three guns inside. Pick one. Clothes are in the back seat. We’ll reach Shek Kip Mei in under five minutes.” I nodded and opened the compartment, unsurprised to find a black T-shirt, combat pants, boots all courtesy of Lazaro’s foresight. By the time I’d changed and secured the chest holster, Wei pulled to a stop one block from our target. He was halfway through swapping his suit for tactical gear when my phone buzzed. One of Lazaro’s men. “Report,” I said, fastening my sidearm. “We’ve found Mr. Lockhart. He was semi-conscious when we got to him. He’s en route to our facility in the suburbs,” the voice crackled.

*** Joe walked solemnly to where Jared King was amidst the company of some scantily dressed women. His boss might be paralyzed but even a disabled man lusted for the finer things of life. Jared relished in the company of other women. “Boss.” He called. The seriousness behind Joe’s tone alerted him. “Go and grab some champagne.” Jared told them, slabbing one of the women’s derriere, making them all squeal like banshees in excitement. “A call came in from the Locks State Prison.” Joe delivered. “Pete Briggs has escaped from the facility for a couple of weeks now.”

Because deep down, beneath all the fear and denial, I knew the truth… this wasn’t something I could walk away from, this wasn’t something I could outrun. Because what I had spent years trying to protect, what I had spent four years hiding had just been seen. And Nathan Lockwood… Was not a man who let things go.

His pitch-black eyes were locked directly onto Jaxon’s hand wrapped around my wrist. “Uncle Jacob,” Jaxon forced a laugh, though his voice shook violently. “We were just having a friendly conversation.” “Let go of her hand,” Jacob repeated smoothly, taking a slow, lethal step forward. “Or I will break every single finger you have.” Jaxon immediately dropped my wrist. He took a quick step backward, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine,” Jaxon sneered, recovering his arrogant attitude. He squared his shoulders, puffing his chest out to try and match Jacob’s massive size. “But this is not over, Locke. I will see you both at the trials next week. Enjoy my leftovers while you can.”

“Joe, don’t keep secrets from me.” Joe took a deep breath. “I just want to make sure you’re strong enough to hear it, sir. Because whatever I’m going to show you later… will change everything.” Leon fell silent, staring at Joe with suspicion mixed with curiosity. “Alright,” he said finally. “I’ll wait.” Joe bowed respectfully. “Thank you, sir.” As he stepped out of the room, Joe took out his phone again. He opened the recording and stared at the screen for a few seconds before locking the phone and placing it securely inside the small safe he always carried.

"Joe. We give him 'access' to your new designs. He thinks he's still spying successfully. Sends them to Vanessa like before. She and Damien rush to copy them before your 'relaunch.'" "Will he cooperate?" "Let's find out." Lucas texted Jax, who appeared minutes later with Joe in tow. The metalworker looked terrible. Gaunt. Exhausted. Guilty. Guards flanked him, but he wasn't restrained. A small mercy. "You wanted to see me, Alpha?" Joe's voice was hoarse. "Sit," Lucas said, gesturing to a chair. Joe sat, eyeing us warily. I faced him directly, keeping my expression neutral despite the anger still simmering beneath the surface.

Locke. “I understand Leo. I do. Can I please ask for a moment??? Ladies, please leave us.”, Mr. Locke said to the ladies whom I forgot were in the room. Upon hearing his words, three women hurried out. I heard Mr. Locke again: “Young man, I completely understand, and I apologize for any intrusion. I know you do not know me nor trust me”, he said furrowing his brow. “However, I am afraid I have not been completely honest with you.”

"You think Big Joe’s trying to play matchmaker again? Wouldn’t put it past him. He’s been rooting for you and Nathan like a cheesy rom-com director." I groaned under my breath. My gaze flicked toward Nathan. He caught it and raised his glass with a subtle wink. "Alright, alright," Big Joe cut in, leaning forward with a grin. "Let’s not scare Elora off with all this matchmaking talk. Let the drinks speak first." Big Joe was well, as big as he could be. He is broad-shouldered and burly with tattoos peeking from his rolled-up sleeves. He has buzz-cut hair, thick brows, and piercing dark eyes. He was wearing his usual dark shirts and jeans.

"Old Char? You here? Where is he… Hey, your wine barrel's being out of control!" "My god, it's Locke… " expressed Tom as he at long last perceived Norton Lorist without his coat. Trust couldn't avoid any longer and stood straight up. "Hello, Locke. It's been a long while now, about… a large portion of a year? We thought something happened to you. Did you bring back some star-spotted deerskins that I needed?" Pointing towards the monster skins on the floor, Lorist said "I got three of them wrapped up inside. Go look at it yourself."

he explained, and the left corner of my mouth lifted a little. I felt bitterness on my tongue. How did I know? I know everything. Thanks to your son and my beloved sister, I went through hell to know everything. “I collected information on him after the council sent the marriage agreement to us. Alpha Xander Locke didn’t get the reputation of a monster for nothing. He killed two of the kitchen help three years ago when they served a dish with garlic as an ingredient.” I replied to him in the same cold tone, mentioning a real incident that happened three years ago.