Ringleader Jacket の小説・ストーリー

I was not crying. I was very specifically not crying, which was its own kind of crying. He reached into his coat pocket. He produced a ring. Silver. Old. Not the Luna suite jewelry of someone who had been performing a role, not anything that carried the weight of the Blackwood pack's associations. A northern piece, with the specific, worn quality of something that had been in a family for long enough that the family had become the thing it was most associated with.

“But Phoenix approved my claim. They can’t do shit about it unless they want my boot on their skull.” “Who’s Phoenix?” “The club president,” he said. “Oh. So like, the leader.” He shrugged. “Yeah, the leader. Come on.” I followed as he pushed open the door and went inside. The place was packed. I was completely shocked at how many men were in there, every single one of them wearing the Sandcastles cut. Their jean jackets were covered in patches and slogans, but the backs were all dominated by the Sandcastles symbol. Every head in the place snapped toward me as soon as I walked in the door. Jaguar grinned and held his hands up. “Morning, brothers,” he said.

The more I thought about it, the more I panicked, and already even my voice was shaking. "He, what exactly is his identity ah, this Sin Pack is not indestructible? Didn't you say that this Sin Pack is managed by your Alpha? Why can he come in and out at will, and know every move of the others... What does he, what does he mean by this ring?" "Well..." Xavier tightened his grip on my hand, then took the obviously oversized ring off and hid it in his palm, murmuring, "Leila, you don't need to think much about it, just leave the very thing to me, it has nothing to do with you."

I gestured for the meeting to continue but refused to sit in another chair, instead I confidently strode to the very front and placed my hands on the table in a dominating pose. As I stood, light fell on me, illuminating how good I looked and lit up the Alpha’s pin on my chest. I let everyone look at it, reminding them, without saying a word, of my position as their true Luna, the only true heir and leader of this pack. Meanwhile, my outfit had its desired reaction from Jack. His eyes were scanning up and down my body with obvious lust in them. He knew I looked good and it made him both furious and turned on.

Somewhere on the West Coast of the US “He was the one laundering our money, boss,” Ethan placed phone calls and text evidence before his boss along with employee ID, whose back was away from him, looking down at the city. The boss stood inside a tall, high-rise building in his office. His hair was messy; his silky shirt was rolled up to his sleeves, making the veins on his forearms and hand prominent; a light purple vest lay on top of his soft white shirt with two buttons open, and a chain was dangling in his neck. The chain had a little discolored ring tucked carefully inside the human skull. Nobody would think a rich guy would wear a piece of no value closer to his heart, but to him, that

I needed to show him I wasn’t just the anxious kid. And then I saw it. Buried in the back, a relic from a long-ago, ill-advised comic-con phase. A full, vibrant, purple and green Joker shirt, complete with a garish, printed waistcoat and tie. It was definitely a statement. “Perfect,” I muttered to myself, pulling it on. I paired it with my best pair of dark jeans. I looked in the mirror. I looked cool and rebellious, right? Jax was all about breaking rules. This fit.

The robber replied to his leader. The leader's eyes narrowed as he sized up Liam, scrutinizing him from head to toe. His gaze lingered on the ring. After a moment of contemplation, he turned back to his subordinate and issued a directive. "Leave it. It's just an old, useless ring." With that, he signaled for their collection efforts to continue, dismissing the matter and moving on. For a moment there Liam thought he was going to have to fight the robbers to keep the ring, but he was relieved that they didn't insist on it.

But what I hadn’t told her, what I’d been hiding for the past month, was that I’d invited everyone. Every friend, every coworker, every person who had walked through fire for her these past few years. The restaurant was booked out. Mikhail helped me organize it all. Elle made sure the dress got delivered on time. Laura threatened to murder me in my sleep if I chickened out at the last second. And still, none of that scared me half as much as what was tucked inside my jacket. A ring. It wasn’t flashy. Emily wasn’t the flashy type. It was delicate and classic, a small oval diamond surrounded by tiny gold leaves that curled into the band like vines. It reminded me of her. Quietly breathtaking.

She didn’t want to find out what any of the weapons were. Two men stood in the middle of the group. The one on the left, the tallest, with long, black braided hair that surrounded his shoulders, seemed to be the leader. Around his neck hung a necklace with many different trinkets--pieces of glass, what appeared to be a tooth, a bullet casing. His eyes were narrowed, his face firm, though not unpleasant. Rain guessed he was probably in his thirties, though she couldn’t be sure. She’d never seen a man that old before. The ones in Michaelanburg didn’t live that long.