Rumble Fish Rusty James Novels & Stories

"Welcome all" Rusty said. Zhul quickly pulled Angel protectively behind him. Flores looked at the intruders smiling. He noticed that the tallest one was smiling back at him but this man had blood lust in his eyes. "Rusty Flores, finally we meet" Arjay said laughing. Rusty raised his eyebrow. "Am I some sort of celebrity" Rusty asked. "Of course, you are one of the most notorious criminals in the history of philippines" Arjay said with disgust.

“I can’t do anything with that neck of yours looking like a string of grilled sausages.” ***** Rum found a stream and decided to take a break there while waiting for the entrance to move to somewhere closer to us. The trickling of water seemed to calm us both. When Rum settled me on a rock near the bank, he was back to his usual self—minus the volatile mood and sarcasm. “Fucking Omega….” He tilted my chin up some more to take a closer look. “Jesus Christ….” He swallowed hard. “If I was a second late—.”

Rough, tattooed men with reputations for taking what they wanted. She’d heard stories about the Iron Wolves gang that hung out at The Rusty Nail, a dive bar on the outskirts of town. Five of them were legends, Jax, the brooding leader with a scar across his cheek; Rocco, the massive Italian with arms like tree trunks; Blaze, the fiery redhead known for his stamina; Diesel, the mechanic with oil-stained hands and a wicked grin; and Thorn, the quiet one with piercing eyes that could undress you from across the room. They were all hung like gods, or so the rumors went. Perfect.

••••🍀RACHEL🍀 I was introduced to the members of the gang. They were all tough looking and dangerous enough to shake you off. Rumbo Jack, the tallest amongst them all. About 7ft 3inches tall with long, wavy dirty blonde hair. He was more muscular than the rest and he was called the gang’s muscle. I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull.

I could see he had just finished cleaning out a couple of small pieces of glass and was about to start the sutures. “We're about halfway done,” I told Ashton. “You are doing fantastic. Can you tell me who else lives in the lookout?” Ashton frowned, obviously not pleased that we weren't done with this yet. “Tell her,” Stephanie whispered in his ear. “I know you love telling everyone about Zuma.” “Which one is Zuma? Is he the construction pup?” I asked, knowing full well that he wasn't. “No,” Ashton replied frowning at me. “Rubble is the construction pup. Zuma is the water pup.”

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

Aiden’s fists clenched as he gripped the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning white, barely containing his rage. Then, from outside, I heard a scream—a familiar voice. My heart froze as I recognized Ryan’s voice. My eyes darted toward the entrance, and through the large windows, I saw two of Aiden’s men holding Ryan by his arms, barely letting him stand upright as they struck him.

The sound rolled through the warehouse like distant thunder. Every wolf froze. Rowan slowly turned toward the entrance. His arrogant smile disappeared. Then his face drained of every remaining trace of color. My amber eyes blazed with uncontrollable fury. Bloodlust radiating from every inch of my enormous body. Rowan whispered shakily. “You—” Rowan barely managed a horrified scream before my massive body slammed directly into him with enough force to send both of us crashing across the warehouse floor.

“I am not fragile.” He studied my face carefully. I forced myself to maintain a calm expression despite the nausea that threatened to return. “You look pale,” he said. “I am fine.” He did not respond immediately. Instead, he glanced over the battlefield behind him. Several of his men loaded bodies into the back of a truck. The sight made my chest tighten. “How bad was it?” I asked quietly. Ruin exhaled slowly. “The Bratva came with more men than we expected,” he said. “They attacked two of our supply routes while hitting the club at the same time.”

He wasn’t in a rush. Each item seemed to take him time to get naked. “You want to drive me crazy here?” “You got it, baby.” He pulled his shirt off last, and there he stood. Over six foot of tall, muscular, man. “Why do they call you Rock?” she asked. “My dad gave me it.” “Why?” “Because I’m stubborn. I just won’t budge. I’m a pain in the ass, and there’s no stopping me. I’m a rock.” “It suits you.”