Romans & histoires Order Of Repairman Jack Novels

“ Thank you , smart playboy . “ said Mel with a smile . “ Shouldn’t I be called a gentleman ? I even hurt myself to get you this flower . “ said Jack with a cute sorry expression as he showed his finger . Mel smiled then took out from her pocked a red bandana then gave it to him . “ Here , you can wrap your wound with this . It is red so you won’t even notice the blood . That way we can prevent you from fainting . “ said Mel with a smile . “ Hey , I am not that fragile . “ said Jack . “ Someone who feels hurt from such a tiny pick on your finger and small blood is . “ said Mel with a smile , laughing a little when seeing Jack’s discouraged expression .

I recognized Jack from the group of men that had shown up the night that Bethany and I had been attacked. Then again, I had a feeling that Jack was the kind of man most women would not forget. He was dark through and through and he wore clothes that emphasized that. Whereas the short man standing next to him was on the light side. His blond hair was cut short, and he seemed to be a bit brighter although he still had a hard edge on him. It took me a moment, but I finally realized it was Jordan. He was wearing a suit and tie, which was such a contrast to the jeans that he usually wore in the club. Off to the left side was Master Reed, the owner of The Dungeon, and God only knows how many othe

Dread Jack's POV "Don’t tell me that! You know how much effort we put into this, and it just got ruined?" I snapped, my brows furrowing in frustration. "It was a simple task: crash her in that vehicle, escape to the other street, and switch cars to cover your tracks. That way, no one would know who orchestrated the accident. Simple. And you just messed up the whole plan." I slammed my hands against the bar, my voice laced with anger, frustration settling in my heart.

Eventually, Jack replied, “Of course it was the old man. He ordered me to bring you back. Dead or alive.” Regis’s eyes narrowed. “You can lie without blinking, huh?” he snapped, making Jack’s face flush red with anger. “Believe it or not, I don’t care. My job is …,” Jack raised his gun again, this time pointing it straight at Regis’s head, “... to be your grim reaper.” Regis’s only reaction was a slight furrow of his brow. He had been closely observing Jack, and today the man seemed more aggressive than usual. The way he was pointing the gun didn’t feel like someone trying to capture him—it felt like someone aiming to kill.

“Everything okay?” I hummed a yes. “Do we still have the Devil’s brew, Rosa?” She handed me a mug.“You should drink milk instead.” “Have to study all night. I need caffeine.” But the smell of milk invaded my nostrils. She was quick to prepare me milk. “Caffeine in the daytime, milk in the night time.” I managed a weak smile. She always used her motherly tone when she wanted no argument. “Yes, Ma’am.” She smiled, satisfied, and opened the fridge to arrange the stuff inside as I turned to leave. “Jake dropped by this morning.”

CHAPTER 3 RILEY By the fourth night, I could barely walk. My legs were jelly, my pussy throbbing like a war drum, ass still leaking Jax’s cum from the brutal pounding he’d given me in the shop’s back room. I’d shown up at 11:45 p.m. sharp, skirt hiked, panties in my purse, and he’d bent me over the workbench, fucked me senseless in every hole until I was sobbing his name. Seven nights for a thirteen-hundred-dollar repair? Worth every aching step. But damn, my thighs burned the next morning, and I wobbled into work like I’d run a marathon on my knees.

I pressed my thighs together and forced myself to climb down the ladder before I did anything stupid again. Jack was already moving around the cabin like the weather didn’t exist. He’d clearly been outside—his flannel was damp across the shoulders, clinging to the hard planes of muscle. His thick beard glistened with droplets, and the scent of fresh pine and wet earth followed him in. He stacked more firewood by the hearth without looking at me at first. “Coffee’s on the stove,” he said, voice low and matter-of-fact. “Drink it black. Sugar’s for soft city girls.”

jack got irritated. jack: " who is it and what?? " maid: " sir your friend Dr Allen has came to home.. he is in living area.. " jack : " fine go.. I will come.. " with that he stood up from me.. and went to bathroom without looking back towards me.. I sat up with my shy face.. after some time I went near mirror to look myself.. I saw hickeys he gave on my neck.. I smiled shyly and changed my dress to cover those hickeys..

The sun had gone down when Saffy drove towards Jack's house, and she was interested to see inside the beautiful home. She hadn't thought about Jack for a few days, she had been so busy getting to know her Granny and practising her spells, but she had looked on the bookshelves and found an old book concerning werewolves. It was a bit odd to read as the words kept disappearing, but Granny said to tell the book off - which Saffy thought would be neither use nor ornament, but then her world had turned into entirely crazy, so reprimanding a book seemed neither here nor there.

Jack crawled to a standing position, his clothes torn and ratty, his body bruised from the hellfire. His icy stare narrowed in on Demetria and then Jane. "There is the mutt that started all of my problems. The one that took my pendant. You think I'm scared because you're a hybrid." Jane snarled. Jack grinned. "You're going to regret the day your dad ever screwed your mother, mutt." He took a few steps, bracing his arms at the array of creatures ready to kill him, and whispered under his breath. Demetria felt the earth cracking beneath