Rusty James Novels & Stories

ALEXANDER James’s interrogation was brutal and unproductive. He sat in the holding cell, bloodied and defiant, answering every question with variations of “go to hell” and “the Wolf Slayer will pay.” “This is pointless,” Ryker said after the third session. “He’s not going to tell us anything useful.” “Someone organized those extra fighters. Someone knew we’d be setting a trap.” I paced the corridor outside the cells. “James isn’t smart enough to have figured that out alone.”

speaks volumes about the pleasure and pain it promises to give. Oh, goddamn… The spark ignites with fervor—and blazes right through me. Jameson Richards has a riding crop. Fucking fuck. He’s going to use it on me. And I’m going to let him.

“No, what I wanted to do didn’t contain the outdoors or your clothes, but you need to feel a different side of me. I can tell you were afraid tonight at the meet when you heard. I’m a bad guy but a decent one, at least to someone I care about.” “What were you like before Denver?” I asked. Rage was quiet for a bit before shrugging gently. “I was a decent kid. I played football and wrestled in junior high.” “What did you want to be before your parents died?” Rage laughed, shaking his head and pulling me closer to him. “No a drug dealer,” he said. “The sky was the limit back then, I had good grades—but it doesn’t matter now.” “It could,” I whispered. “You could start over again.”

James rolled his eyes. She poked him in the stomach. “You want to keep this drool worthy, don’t you?” She teased him. “Salads not hamburgers.” “I am not the stripper,” James replied, nudging Owen. “I don’t have to tear my shirt off during the show.”

It was also becoming hard to keep our relationship from Mike, so we decided to just be friends. Then three years ago our lives were changed forever. Catherine was in a car accident with her parents on the way to the airport. She was pulled from the car by a man named Trevor Woods, but her parents were not so lucky. They were both killed, and poor Catherine was traumatized. Little did we know that her parent’s death was no accident and that we were about to go through hell and back. While Catherine was in the hospital, Mike was approached by a man named Seth. He informed Mike that his father, James Scott, was the leader of a gang in Chicago, and that with his death Mike was now to be the one

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

It has not been taken care of recently. I looked at Ryan standing behind the door. He is wearing his Khaki color suit. He preferred his dresses a little loose unlike Alexander whose body is hugged by the piece of fabrics which reveal all the shapes of muscles bulging out perfectly. It made me think of that same body which is a little thin and has many scars now. I forced myself not to think of them anymore. They are melting me now. Ryan looked at me and smiled while setting his collar.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

James took no offense and instead chuckled, “I'm just tired.” "Tired? Are you stupid or something?” Riley retorted, getting annoyed. “I'm tired of the insults,” James said in a soft tone. Riley did not reply it. James winced as his broken leg hit a rock as they walked over the rocks. Riley suddenly turned his head and glanced at James' leg which was not bleeding but seemed to be dangling. Without even examining the leg, Riley had already guessed that James' right leg was broken.