Junkrat X Roadhog Novels & Stories

Another black SUV stops before the entrance, but this time, a lady climbs out of the car along with a man. “Pleasure to see you again, Alpha Richard and Luna Mary. This is my mate, Arielle,” Tyler says. “Pleasure to meet you both,” I politely greet them. “Thank you for having us,” Luna Mary responds. “We are glad that you reached out to us because we have also been experiencing an increase in rogue attacks,” Alpha Richard adds. His mate nods and the two bid us farewell before entering the packhouse. “What pack do they lead?” I ask Tyler after the couple leaves.

Lex’s POV “Motherfvckers. They seem to be a never ending ocean of rogues,” Jax cursed as we saw the rogues approach us, attracted by our Alpha blood like a magnet pole drawn to another. “ARCHERS ! ON MARK !” a more mature, deep booming Alpha voice resounded above us. “Dad Zarek ! You are back !!” Jax squealed like a kid before running towards him and knocking down the laughing Alpha down as he hugged him.

The truck sat crooked off the shoulder, its headlights throwing long, sickly beams across the scrub. Rhett’s chest rose and fell, breath ragged, the gun still hot in his hand. He swept his gaze over the wreckage, counting bodies, counting breaths, making sure none of his brothers were bleeding out in the dirt. Hawk was on his feet, spitting curses as he reloaded. Tank loomed near the rig, shotgun leveled at the cab. Ghost stood still as stone, pale eyes cutting through the dark, his pistol steady. Two Serpents were alive enough to kneel, hands bound behind their backs, blood streaking their faces. A third crawled, one leg bent wrong, breath bubbling wet in his chest. Hawk kicked him over, pr

walking out, I grab some snacks for us to take on the road and turn towards Rachel. “Eww, no, I want road trip snacks.” Rachel looks at the snacks in disgust. “I can’t afford road trip snacks.” “I can; I got you.” I roll my eyes and nod. Rachel smiles and claps her hands. “Beef Jerky, here I come.”

“Crawl through here, and I’ll tell you.” “Don’t waste my time. I have other stuff to do.” Kaze glanced at the dozen mean-looking thugs and said callously, “Are you going altogether, or do I have to get to you?” “Oh, my!” Scorpion sat straight and stared at Kaze grimacingly. “I see why you assaulted Mr. Road. You have some guts. “But do you know who you’ve upset? “Mr. Road’s father is Boris, one of Riverbank’s four underground kingpins.

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

“You are a blight on humanity. You’re going to rot in jail, and I’ll make sure they throw away the fucking key.” He puckers his lips and tries to spit in my face, but he misses, his spit drizzling down his chin. I slam his head onto the floor with a loud thud. Hopefully he’ll have a cracking headache. I stand up, fighting the renewed urge to kick him to a pulp. “We could finish them off and dispose of the bodies, sir,” Jenkins offers, placing the barrel of the gun against Ratface’s head. “No one would ever find them on the estate.” For a moment I’m not sure if Jenkins is joking or not but Ratface believes him, screwing his eyes up, his expression riddled with dread.

“JAX – FINAL MESSAGE” I played it. My brother—thin, bad eyes, alive. Concrete room, chains, one light. “Hey Riv. They got me. The Real Gulf cartel has me and they want you too. Trade me for the Baja roads. Come alone, or they pieces me Video ended with a gunshot off screen. I startled, then smiled. I looked at Dax and Lula, naked and ready. “Load the trucks,” I said. “We’re going to war.” The road is mine. The blood is mine. The men are mine. But family? I’ll burn the world for family.

“Well, your top fucking secret isn’t a secret anymore. We need to get that book as far away from here, and you, as possible. We also need more able-bodied guys around here. No offence, but some of your top guys are getting up there and might not be up for the fight we just picked.” “You got a plan?” Cutter asked. “I’m thinking it’s time for Clutch to round up a posse, and for me to get the fuck outta Dodge.” We reached Warthog’s pickup location and scanned the spot for any sign of him. After one pass around the block, I spotted him in an alley, next to a bike shop. He was slumped on the ground, leaning against the building. Clutch pulled over, we jumped out, and helped the badly battered War

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic