Mark Jefferson Novels & Stories

But the adrenaline pumping through his veins keeps him hipped with excitement. "Alright, kid... you did good tonight. I'll see you next week. Don't be late." Mark taps him on his shoulder as he slaps the stash of hundred-dollar bills on top of the faucet. He glances towards him through the mirror. His eyebrows narrowed and filled with uncertainty and rage all in one.

I thought about this for a minute, she probably deserved it I thought to myself. “Do we know who the man is?” Mike turned to the window with an angry look on his face. He does know who it is and he is not happy about it. “It is Joseph King. The leader of the Suicide Kings.” My hatred and anger erupted. “Joseph King, what the hell are you thinking? Do we even know why he wants her?” I stood up and paced the office. I couldn’t believe that Mike would be that stupid. Not only was he protecting a woman that we knew nothing about, but he was protecting her from the one man that could kill him and not think twice about it. Mike sighed.

I was about to hit him hard, but the director stood between us as an intermediary. “Please, Dr. Mark.” Try to silence us. “Miss Jefferson.” Now look at us both.” I ask you not to fight about it, I know that Dustin Mark is a great cook the famous chef Gordon Ramsey is a personal friend of the doctor, and he has told me that he is a phenomenal cook. “I just roll my eyes and shake my head. my head. "I ask you, Miss Jefferson, to let Dr. Mark be your boss here." I look at him intensely and then say: