Property Of The Joker Novels & Stories

STRIPPED WITHOUT A TOUCH Arthur stepped out of the car after Lila, his shoes crushing the gravel underneath as he took in the compound properly this time. The tattooed men he had noticed earlier were still there, scattered around in loose groups. One stood by a Harley Davidson, the side of his jacket folded back just enough for Arthur to see the handle of a Glock tucked into his waistband. Another sat on a crate by one of the buildings. He held a sheathed knife as he slowly grinned, revealing a silver-plated tooth tucked between tobacco ridden ones.

“Ha, you really shouldn’t be talking to me like that. Can’t you see the fucking jacket I have on? Can't you see the property of Reaper King patch on it?” Bingo. I lunged with the plunger before any of them could stop me, ready to shove their fucking face into the shit covered thing before a human wall blocked me, grey eyes staring down at me in familiar disappointment. “Put it down, prospect.” I had pulled back the plunger as quickly as I thought possible but some of its… contents had managed to fall right on his chest. He didn’t react to it though. Instead, he stared at me hard and serious. I dropped it down.

"Toby, just say you bought it with the lottery winnings. It's just a watch. It's not worth ruining your reputation over." "Yeah, exactly! Just hand it over to the company and move on. Be more careful next time." A surge of fury rushed straight to my brain. I raised a finger and pointed at one of them at a time. "The shoes you're wearing were bought during our business trip in December. "And you bought a gaming console while you were on a business trip last month." Finally, I locked eyes with Kobe Buckner, the one who had been laughing the loudest. "And you. Weren't you just bragging about how your wife got pregnant after visiting you just once while you were away on a business trip? By your

Nero says instantly, his answer overlapping with mine as I start, “Why not?” “No,” Nero states again. “Why?” I turn to face him with my arms crossed. His blue eyes are colder than ice and darker than they should be. “All I have to do is show him what’s real and what’s fake. It’s easy.” “Exactly, she should come along,” Marco’s voice is gleeful as he turns a grin on Nero. “Unless...you are worried about your shiny new property getting hurt.” “I’m not some property,” I hiss, but they ignore me like I’m not even here.

I however was as stubborn as my father and I wasn't going down without some sort of a fight,"listen here Jake. You might be the Alpha Lord or whatever but you are definitely not my Alpha Lord. You don't own me so I don't have to do everything you say." "Ah... You see mate actually technically I do own you and not only do I own you but I own that child that is growing inside of you. Right now you are just delaying the inevitable." I laughed sarcastically,that bastard! "Now you suddenly acknowledge the baby. Oh did Bella refuse to sleep by your side suddenly too? So not everything is going according to your ignorant plans"

His expression was stern and unyielding as he opened the door, his imposing presence dominating the room. Mrs. Quintana froze in place. "Mr. Joker... why are you here?" Mr. Joker was the right-hand man of the boss’s son. Now he was here in person, which explained why someone had dared to fire a gun in this area. Mr. Joker stopped in front of Nina and said coldly, "This person is not to be harmed." Mrs. Quintana hesitated, stunned by the realization that Nina's claims were true. Seeing her hesitation, Joker's eyes flashed with anger. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

Joker announces to the others over his shoulder, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Panic rises in my chest. “No! Joker, we cannot fuck in his house!” I snap, trying to wriggle free, but his grip tightens, and I know I’m not going anywhere. He laughs, that manic sound that always sends a thrill through me. “Your house, Tiny Demon! You’re still married, remember? He’s dead, and the house was bought with money from sellin' ya. So, by my count, that makes it your house now,” he explains nonchalantly, as if it’s all perfectly reasonable.

" Maverick demanded. "I'm sorry. I didn't think." Hanna sobbed. Maverick pulled her to him in a tight hug. "I'm calling I.T. Getting him to trace it." "Ok." Hanna whispered. I.T. traced the calls back to the Joker's MC clubhouse. Jax told them that BJ Jr was handling it and for Maverick to stay away and let him handle it. He didn't want their alliance messed up.

he begged. “You are lucky I am not attaching punishment or charges to this” he said and Mr Bruce got up immediately. “You can collect you compensation pay from finance.” he added, his face looking down “Now, get out!” Mr Bruce ran out immediately and Robert went back to his seat. “Idiot!” he said annoyingly and took a deep breath while he took out the bracelet TWO MONTHS LATER

“You are not my girlfriend, Brielle. You don’t have any rights over me. You don’t tell me what to do and you definitely do not tell me who to fuck.” I could feel my eyes start to water again. I let out a bitter chuckle. “But you tell me these things. It’s different when it comes to me.” “Yes, it is.” He agreed, breaking my heart with each word. “Because I basically bought you so you are just a property I own. You are my property and I can use you however I like for whatever I like. Do not ever forget that.” “I am just a property,” I repeated, taking a step back.