Jonah Simms Novels & Stories

“Shouldn’t this order come through officially? I don’t understand what some thug getting shot would have to do with—” “Simmons,” Jack interrupts with a falsely pleasant tone. “I dare you, I absolutely dare you, to call the Black attempted homicide victim currently in surgery, fighting for his life, a ‘thug’ one more time. I really do dare you, Simmons.” Simmons’s face turns a sort of mottled purple, and he practically spits when he says, “Are you trying to call me some kind of racist, sir?”

I was getting an IV drip at the hospital when Charles Mankin's text came in. I had acute gastroenteritis, courtesy of his jealous little girlfriend from last night at the Hedo Lounge, who got me drunk out of spite. "Rhyn wants ice cream from H.J. Desserts. Bring it to Hedo, Room 1808." His voice on the call that followed was lazy, bored, trailing the sharp laughter of a girl in the background. "I'm sick. On an IV," I said.

Upon seeing Garrison walk out of Sotiria’s house, Jordan, who had been standing at the elevator entrance waiting for Garrison, greeted him and said respectfully, “Mr. Larson, I heard part of the conversation between you and Ms. Simmons. I think you’d be digging your own grave if you continued to go down this path.” Garrison’s eyes turned cold immediately. “What did you just say?!”

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me help you, Sir." Noah was surprised to see the person's face. He's a bit like his father. "Oh, wait, Kid ... your face looks familiar." The man said with shock. "Your face looks similar to my father too, Sir." Noah looked at the face of the man in front of him. "Are you a Retter's son?" Noah rolled his eyes in surprise. How did he know? "Em, yes I am. How do you know, Sir?" Noah asked curiously.

Reached over and stole a forkful of her pad thai without asking. “Michael Reeves is former DOJ,” I said. “Private now. He’s been managing Jonah as an asset for six years because Jonah’s connected to three men currently under active federal investigation.” Cynthia stared at me. “I walked into the middle of a federal adjacent operation,” I said. “Kane.” “I know.” “You could have—” “I know, Cynthia.” She closed her laptop with a definitive click and turned to face me fully, pulling her legs up underneath her. This was her serious posture. I’d learned to brace for what came after it.

He slowly clicked the door closed and answered the call. “Hey, Adam! How’s it going?” Simon spoke up as soon as the call connected. Adam tried his best to put up his ever smiling persona. “Hi, Mr Col… I mean, Simon. All’s good and how are you?” Adam managed to say. “Peace here too. Hey listen, I made some calls and called in some favors. Turns out one of my childhood friends is now a DEA agent in New Mexico,” Simon revealed and Adam could only listen.

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Natasha seemed to notice his presence there for the first time and looked at him with an arrogant look and raised eyebrows. "I am Jonah Smith. Ni...ce meeting you, Miss Watson." He said in an awkward manner while dragging the word nice to make it sound anything but nice. Natasha scoffed at him before proceeding with the interview. "What do you do?" She asked in the same arrogant tone. Jonah shared a small look with everyone present in the room before looking back at her to answer him. "I am the personal secre-..." He couldn't complete his sentence as Natasha loudly sneered at him.

Then—loudspeaker in the background: [Passenger Leyla Landon, please proceed to Gate 12 for flight MV1234. Silence. Then his voice cracked like thunder. "Leyla?!" Glass shattered. "Which airport are you at? Answer me!" I could hear him running, breath heaving, panic rising. "I'm ordering you—tell me where you are. NOW." The Chat Feed was melting down: [Shay's spiraling!] [He's wrecking the place! I heard a limited-edition action figure bite it!] Behind him, a voice pleaded, "Mr. Raffield, the acquisition meeting—"

she stated, eyes directly to Jay. "Who is he?" Jay inquired, eyeing Simon curiously. "Your boyfriend?" he asked with clear amusement written on his face. "He's our good friend," Sandra quickly answered cutting whatever he was thinking. "He's Simon Lee from Empire Entertainment" she added. Jay nodded in acknowledgment and extended his hand out of courtesy. "I'm Jay" "I know," Simon replied and accepted his hand to give him a handshake with a fake smile. "It's nice to meet the very famous Jay Kim"