Ringleader Jacket Novels & Stories

Lana greeted, unsure what to call him. “It is Gamma Elijah,” he corrected. “Good Morning, Gamma Elijah.” Something was unifying, Lana noticed. All the leaders wore an armband over their black attire. Kaylee's was green with a snake drawn over it, while Elijah's was red with a dragon and gun drawn over it. Turning to look more deeply, the elders had theirs too, Katida, Viktor, and some other guys. She couldn't make out their symbols since they were far, but the different colors shone brightly.

Jada jerked her fingers back, shocked by his familiarity with her. “I have a gift for you, Jada,” he said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small black box. He opened it to reveal a stunning white sapphire circle flanked by four marquee diamonds in a white gold setting like vines. She stared at the ring with awe, but then pushed it gently away. “You don’t have to do this, Mr. DeRoya,” she said, dropping her gaze to her hands in her lap that were now feeling damp.

They were the most beautiful shade River had ever laid her eyes on. Ryker rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone gently and for a moment, she thought he was going to lean in and kiss her but, he suddenly stepped away, collecting a black tie from the armrest of a chair. River gawked at his full figure. He was dressed in a white shirt, a black leather jacket over it, a black leather trouser and a black boot. His fingers on his left hand were peppered with silver rings which a child could tell it was worth millions. And, a necklace with the Pack's logo hangs around his neck. He had an impeccable fashion sense that complimented his good looks.

The area was wide enough for the two of them to fight. Jan Jay, the leader of the uninvited guest, Lord of the Jingle threw his dark Cloak and revealed in a black tunic man clothed and long tight-fitting tan pants bound together with a rope around his waist. His face was slowly drawing a long sword from his belt. Slowly, the blade made a hissing whisper when it was removed from the sheathing. All the while, Jan Jay was holding sir Mallow in his gaze. Sir Mallow on the other hand was wearing a red sleeveless shirt and loose-fitting black pants. On the other hand, he had sturdy metal gauntlets.

But it looked great on her finger. "Wow! That's gorgeous!" I replied, taking her hand to admire her ring. It was a marque cut and sparkled beautifully with tiny diamonds around it. "Where does he work?" "He's the handler for the Diamond Pack clothing design store," she replied, smiling proudly as she admired her ring. "What's the name of it?" "POSH." My eyes flew open wide. "No way! POSH belongs to the Diamond Pack?" She nodded proudly. "Yes, and he's the head of all the branches. In fact, they're planning to open one in New York soon! Have you heard?"

said Jaxter who looked so serious now. "That's not it Jax! But you're breaking our rules! He is one of the leaders of the Golden Circle and we need to take matters into our own hands! We assure you, you will be satisfied with our punishment." "I won't be satisfied if I don't do it myself."

I arch a brow, studying him as he continues, “It's one of the... requirements for our positions. No family.” I'm well aware of what he's referring to. The qualifications for Ringleader status are common knowledge. When Ringleaders reach the age of 70, their term ends, and new leaders are selected from a pool of eligible male orphans. Boys between 10 and 11 are chosen to spend the next decade honing their skills in weaponry, martial arts, and undergoing rigorous intellectual assessments. Upon the retirement of the current Ringleaders, the top three 20 or 21-year-old men from each Ring are selected for the most powerful positions: Arbiter, Military General, and Ringleader.

I said evenly. For a split second, there was silence. Then Jane's expression shattered. "You're an imposter." The man with the folder stepped back instantly, the folder pulled to his side in shock. I froze, confused at how I was caught. What? The guard had said the ring was the identifier. Jane's gaze lingered on my hand, her lips curving slowly. And then I saw it, on the guards beside her. The rings. They weren't on their fingers. They hung around their necks-threaded on thin chains, resting against their collars.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

"You’re out here begging for attention. Let’s see what’s under that jacket." When he lunged, I didn't think. I swung my hand in a wide arc, my palm connecting with his face in a resounding crack. He staggered back, the shock on his face quickly curdling into a murderous rage. "You bitch! You’re going to bleed for that!" He lunged again, pinning me against a parked transport. His fingers crushed my throat, cutting off my air. My vision began to swim with black spots. "Wait, Jorma! Look at the jacket!" his companion hissed from the shadows, pointing at the Crowne insignia on the cuff. "That’s the Alpha’s personal tailor. If she’s his plaything, we’re dead men."