K. Devery Jacobs Novels & Stories

I could see a tear roll down his face and I wanted to laugh at how pathetic he is. "Please. Why are you doing this?" I crouch down so I can be eye to him with him. "You touched what's mines. And now you have to pay." Andrew starts shaking but I don't care. "Put him on the floor." I command to Jackson and he does. Going over to a table next to the wall, I grab a crow bar and walk back to Andrew. Andrew's on his back while he tries to squirm his way out of Jackson's grip but Jackson doesn't let up.

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

Looking at the time, I realize that it is about the time she usually gets ready for bed. Before I realize it, I’m already at the bar. I go in and order a beer and then take a seat on a stool furthest from everybody else and then I just keep to myself. I do a little digging on the Jacobs as I sit here with nothing else to do. Mayor Donovan Jacobs, married to Kimberly Michelson-Jacobs, two grown kids, a twenty-five-year-old son, Trevor, and a twenty-two-year-old daughter, Vanessa Jacobs. The bitch is hot, I have to give her that. What I wouldn’t do to be able to torture her until she cries, begging for mercy, yet finding none.

“I can help you, Jake. There’s something I can do.” He froze, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. “What do you mean?” I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “Andrew’s body—it still holds residual energy. I can perform a spell, tap into his memories, and track Jacob that way.” Jake stood abruptly, his presence filling the room. “Absolutely not.” I frowned. “Jake—” “No!” His voice was firm, cutting through the air like a blade. “I won’t let you risk yourself for something so dangerous.”

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”