Novel & Cerita Rusty James

When he saw me, he put his tools down and came to meet me. “Good afternoon, Ben.” “Good afternoon, alpha Ridian. It’s good to see you out here.” “I thought of having a tour around and getting to know some of your guys. I heard one was involved in a fight today.” “Oh, you mean James. He did not fight. He only saved that girl from being beaten to death. My men are good and they try to follow the rules.” “That’s good. Which one is James?” “He’s the one carrying a bag of rock salt crystals to the track.”

Zahra's POV I take a deep breath and step into the centre of the field. Astrid starts toward me, but the smugness is gone from her bruised face. She still looks arrogant, though. Jameson steps forward. “Miss Ravenscroft, sit back down.” She scowls but obeys. Jameson’s dressed in basketball shorts, broad chest bare. He’s ripped — all hard muscle — and for an older wolf, he’s in incredible shape. There’s a scatter of grey hair on his chest, but otherwise, his body looks like it belongs to someone much younger.

I won't die. Barnett James was lying. He had been disfigured after being splashed with so much sulfuric acid. But if given another chance, he would still choose to protect Cassie. 'Don't worry. I will cure your back. I promise you will be the same as before.' Barnett James might have sustained some injuries, but he was still a proud man. 'I don't care. It's not a big deal for a man to have some scars on my back.'

I tucked the gun into my waistband and walked toward the warehouse in silence, every sense on high alert. My ears picked up the roar of an engine. A black car sped past me, leaving the site. I dove into the shadow of a rusty pillar. My heart was pounding, but my breathing was steady—at least on the outside. Inside, a war was brewing. As I got closer to the entrance, a voice echoed from within. It was firm, impatient, and sounded like it was on a phone call. “It’s that idiot Ravi’s fault.” It was James’ voice. Clear, firm, dripping with that repulsive, cynical sarcasm. “That arrogant bastard let his guard down, and that’s why he got stabbed.”

Shawn is back to rubbing circles on the inside of my wrist, “Don’t you dare give him anything, Rosie.” “Yeah, Rosie,” James mocks, “His life is worthless anyways. Shawn Pierce. Son of two addicts. Made it three seasons in the NFL before having to retire,” James uses his free hand to grip Shawn’s shoulder, twisting, “Indefinitely, it seems.” Shawn lets out a pained grunt through gritted teeth, and the tears I’d been holding back spring to life. “Stop,” I whimper, “Please.” James’ hand is swiping away my tears, “Don’t cry for him. He didn’t appreciate you, baby.”

He chuckled to himself as he sat in his office, thinking that Bandit finally got his wish. A knock fell on the open door and Jake looked up. “Yes?” “It’s time, Prez,” Weasel said. In the parking lot in front of the bar, they all mounted their bikes. Weasel picked James up and settled him on the bike in front of him. He’d gotten his own vest, the name ‘Grim’ stitched to the chest and ‘Blood of Wrath’ on the back. It was a struggle to get him to take it off, but on the inside, Jake was proud that James had accepted club life so easily.

JAX "Stay low, stay quiet, and for the love of the moon, let me do the talking." I adjusted the leather collar of my vest as Raven and I stood on the edge of a gravel parking lot. We were twenty miles out of town at a place called The Rusty Fang. It was a neutral bar—a hole-in-the-wall where rogues, loners, and the occasional scout from a rival pack came to drink and trade rumors. "I can handle myself, Jax," Raven whispered, her eyes scanning the flickering neon sign.

Everyone is watching, curious about the commotion, even I myself is curious as hell too, but the only thing that's on my mind is to save my boss from becoming a criminal. "No. Mr. Steele..." "I said, let me go." He said once more trying to escape from my grasp and I was struggling so bad to keep him locked up between my tiny little arms. Dylan is now back on his feet but he's not moving yet. He could not even stand properly. Cyrus must have punched him pretty hard. He glared at Cyrus, not scared at all. "What the hell is wrong with you, man?!" He shouted, his nose bleeding from the damage he got. Even his lips are cut badly.

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

They should go after Xavier not waiting until he comes back with more hybrids like Lily. Everyone had gotten up, and the meeting was over. “So this is the famous James Lacrosse,” Hunter Roberts said, coming up to him and holding out his hand. James forced a small smile on his face and stood up, taking the man’s hand. He hated when people called him “the famous James Lacrosse.” it was just another reminder that everyone saw him as a monster. “You are quite impressive if half of what I have heard is true,” he added with a bright smile. “Impressive. You mean Hollywood monster story, then I guess yeah,” James replied with a bitter tone and Hunter laughed.