Justice Jay Ackles Novels & Stories

Ace said madly. Clark nodded his head. He chose not to fire back at Ace. They treat each other as brothers. “Chill, Ace! Let’s just plan about visiting Jen in the jail. I heard there’s no bail for her case,” Jacko said. “Yeah, it’s a lifetime sentence.” I stopped lending my ears to them and go outside of our room. I saw Lexy approaching while waving her hands at me. I turned my look at my classmates, stupefaction was evident in their faces. Maybe they are wondering if I and Lexy are now close.

I hear her say to herself as she is motivating herself not realizing the call is still going. I quickly wake my brother up and point to my phone I think he gets it and I put the call on speaker as I hear her taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. I show my brother the number he track it while looking into whose it is. It comes back to a nineteen year old Jaymes Tevin Jones. It also shows her location out of the city in the forests. "You say Mark brother's friend?" I ask I hear a small gasp I'm sure she is shocked I'm still on the call. I signal my brother to get ready. He knows to also wake up at least a few more of my guys as I go to my room and get dressed.

Jack shouted. "We have Mr. Jack. We were watching everything from the control room. We have CCTV footage of this room" One of the officers said and attested them. They dragged them out. Soon a slap fell on Ace's cheek from his mother. "How could you do this? Do you even know how was I feeling?" Stella shouted at him. "I am sorry mom," Ace said. "Honey, ask the stupid to go away from here" Stella said looking at Hunter. "Ace, go prepare the discharge papers. I can not let my son stay here anymore. We will take him home right now" Hunter said to him.

I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style beard incredibly well-groomed, and dark sunglasses that gave him an incredibly serious look. Maybe that was all the difference, that serious look conveyed an unparalleled sensuality. As that

He gently pulled her into his embrace, feeling so hurt to see her breaking apart but there was nothing he could really do but to comfort and serve justice. James, Derik's brother, rolled his wheelchair in, a confident smile at the corner of his lips. He ignored Derik and sat beside Jessica. As the trial commenced, Derik's lawyer stood up, his voice steady and commanding. "Your Honor, we are here today to seek justice for my client, Mr. Miller, and Ms. Jenner," he began, his words cutting through the silence. James's lawyer rose in response, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your Honor, my client, Jessica, is innocent until proven guilty. There is no evidence to support these baseless accusations

“Lisa, they’re criminals! What if something bad had happened? What if that guy following you hadn’t gotten scared off?” “But he did,” I argued. “Because they were there. They helped me.” Riley shook her head, but she didn’t argue further. Instead, she asked the real question. “What kind of lawyer knows thugs like that? I mean, really knows them?” Riley crossed her arms, waiting. I knew she wouldn’t let this go unless I told her. So I explained. I told her about JayJay, about how I had defended him when everyone thought he was guilty of murder.

Thank you. "You believe me though, right?" my voice breaks at the end. "Of course I believe you. Anything you tell me I'll believe," I can't help feel like crying. I hold it in and nod. His face curves into a tiny smile. The door opens to reveal a guy I have never seen before. "I am Alec, your lawyer," he is in an expensive suit. That must mean he is good at what he does or it's just something I desperate need to believe.

Jayden asked roughly, his body stiff. “Yeah. He always pushes everything to the limit. He flew the same way back in Special Forces. He’s good.” “He’s an asshole sometimes,” Jayden said tightly. “He saved my life. He probably saved a lot of lives. I can forgive his arrogance for that,” Hailey said seriously. “What was that about hugging him?” Jayden asked angrily.

Jack’s conscience was crystal clear about using Ace to get the information that King’s Men then used to break up drug, kidnapping, and sex trafficking rings run by Kirk Jensen, scumbag extraordinaire… but he wasn’t sure how good he’d feel about being directly responsible for Ace having his head blown off over a phone that Jack had personally given him. Muttering a curse that doubled as an oath, Jack swiped ‘accept’. “Yeah?” he said. “Jack?” Jack relaxed a tiny bit at Ace’s voice, pitched all low and careful, but definitely not in any pain. OK, so this part was good… though now Jack was all tense about why the hell Ace felt the need to whisper down a phone at him at one a.m. on a Wednesday. “

I snap, pulling my chin away from Rafael's touch and turning my sharp gaze back toward Jayson. "We know we were part of the problem, Evelyn, and that is precisely why we are ready to burn the whole damn institution to ash with our own bare hands if it means seeing true justice served," Jayson confesses, his dark eyes shining with a painful, repentant honesty that catches me completely off guard. "Justice isn't just about burning things down, Ashford, it is about making sure nothing like what happened to me can ever happen to another omega in this academy ever again," I reply, my voice softening just a fraction as the true weight of my mission settles over the four of us.