Rusty James Novels & Stories

Can you talk to me now' said Zack 'I have nothing to say, except for you to go back to your whore of a girlfriend, I said 'Look, I don't have time for your shit, I need to help this girl and then clean my...' before I could finish, James runs up to me and looks me from head to toe. 'Are you okay? What the hell happened to you? Are you covered in blood? James said 'Just a mixture of my and the rogues, killed three of them by myself, i said. 'Plus, Celeste healed me up pretty fast, so no permanent damage,' showing him my arm

But my ribs still screamed with every breath, every movement, every goddamn shift in position. And my arm was still trapped in this fucking cast. I stood at the window of Jameson's bedroom—our bedroom now, I supposed—watching the sun rise over the compound. Today was the day. The coordinated strike against the Russians and Isaac. And I was stuck here. Useless. "You're pacing again," Jameson said from behind me. I turned to find him already dressed in tactical gear, checking his weapons with practiced efficiency. He looked every inch the mafia boss preparing for war—dangerous, focused, lethal.

Ruin Me, Enemy Daddy is dark, heavy and filled with surprises. Please read the following carefully. - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - Violence and graphic scenes - Murder and assassination - Torture - Emotional abuse and manipulation - Coercion and obsessive behavior - Moral ambiguity - Betrayal - Forced proximity and captivity - Death of loved ones This is a dark mafia romance. The love here is complicated and it is costly. The characters are flawed in ways that will frustrate you, unsettle you, and at certain points make you question everything you thought you wanted from a love story. That is intentional and frankly the point.

He says with a grin. "Oh, don't be silly." I laugh and walk out with him. "You know New York?" "Yep, been here my whole life. RS Groups is what brought me to Chicago." James says with a tuck of hair behind his ear. He's not exactly bad, he has neck length black hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and an impressive build. Yh, I didn't mention character because character isn't what we're looking for in this side of the tracks. He seems like a nice guy, and there's were I friend zone him. He doesn't seem the type who you would fuck one night and run, he seems the type that could cry over a heartbreak.

A grunt comes from him. 'He’s laughing at me', the thought passes, and I look at him. I can see amusement in the way his thick mustache shifts. That thick, dark beard and the bald head make him seem threatening, but there’s no mistaking that he’s finding some fun in my fumbling. I haven’t been this bad at hiding nervousness since I was a pup, but with this beast, I can barely think straight. I blame it on the events. Not on the way his ruby eyes are taking in every single piece of me, grazing over even the tiniest details on my skin.

“Jake needs to open his eyes. She’s playing him.” “He’s not blind,” Fatima said, leaning back in her chair. “He’s just trying to keep the peace. Unfortunately, that means we’re stuck with her.” “Not for long,” I muttered. “There’s no way she lasts a month.” As if summoned by our conversation, Tammy strolled in, holding a cup of tea like she owned the place. She sank onto the couch, sighing dramatically. “I don’t know how you all live like this,” she said, shaking her head. “This packhouse is so… rustic.”

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

I roll my eyes and get up to follow her to group, after all it isn’t like I have anywhere else I can go tonight. “Ok ladies and gentlemen, today I want some new voices to be heard…. James let’s start with you, tell us about you, what got you here, what can we do to help you improve your situation…” Kristen rambles on for a few minutes as I tune her out… she means well and all but she really has no clue. “Umm okay” James says finally. He is maybe 17 looks like he has been addicted to drugs for at least a few years. He is underweight, has clear track marks, is nervous and twitchy and I can tell he wants to do this about as much as I do.

“It’s super cute. That poor little chicken. It’s adorable that they made her a wheelchair, so now she can walk like the other chickens. And not just walk but race around too. Go, little chicken, go!” Lancer pretends not to be impressed, but I can tell he likes the video. He’s a big softie, just like Ransom, who actually brushes a tear out of his eye. Marcus and Atlas cheer the chicken on, then rib Ransom about the eye leakage. James , John, and Matt all keep their emotions in check, though, so they don’t get poked fun at for having feelings. Not that Ransom cares. He’s the kind of guy who could sit there, cry a bucketload, and still be the toughest motherfarger you’ve ever met. Man tears are

Valentino yelled furiously with the young man ignoring him. "This voice can't be mistaken right? Even if I'm under water, I would still recognize it, Rex Jameson" Val's expression dropped to zero on hearing the name slip out from my tongue. I yanked the stupid mask he was using to hide his identity off his face and only Val was in shock here. "Let me guess, you came to kidnap me so you can use me to do something bad to Luca am I right?" "You are too smart for an ugly poor soul we have in school. It isn't that much of a surprise that Luca had no other girl to date but an ugly trash like you"