Tank Jones Novels & Stories

Two days later, Max and Donnie rolled out, headed for training at Camp Williams with the newest team member, Dylan Jenkins. A local Utahan sniper from the 19th Special Forces Group. Johnny admired the laid-back soldier. Aside from his Army career, the operator embodied a reckless, surfer-like attitude as a well-known snowboarder in Utah. It would be interesting to see how their uptight team leader handled the Owen Wilson wannabe. Dylan’s long-range marksmanship and excellent skills in the field would make him a valuable MIT member—aside from the additional training lined up for him at MIT headquarters later in the month. At Max’s insistence, Johnny stayed behind with Lizzy. As they were stil

Ten minutes later, the phone was finally answered. "President Tate, you finally have time to talk to me... Don't even mention it, I got hit by a crazy woman today, and it's because of you that I came back, so you have to reimburse me for the expenses," Jasson Brown's tone was filled with dissatisfaction and complaints. "Are you at the Ordinary Clinic?" Jasson Brown paused, "Yes, why?" "Who treated you?" "A doctor named Ivy... Rosalia Jones?" Jasson Brown fiddled with his bandaged fingers, "Shawn, I have to say, this Dr. Jones is even more cold-hearted than you."

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

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

I slowly make my way over, giving them some space. “Thank you, Jon,” Maggie says him. “It’s no problem.” Jon pats Maggie’s shoulder. “I’m glad I was the one who responded.” Maggie nods. “Me too. The last thing we need is for him to get arrested again.” I watch them and then look back at Tommy. He’s ordering food for Bobby, who is still very much drunk and overly emotional. “Do you guys have this?” Jon asks his sister. “Yeah. We’ll order him some food and take him home. The Joneses are out of town this week, and we thought Bobby would be okay on his own. We’ll bring him home with us and look into rehab again.”

I pat her back as if preparing her for the worse. Junky Jared, as the girls like to call him, is a pain in the ass for an employer–above the fact that he is a godforsaken wolf. He is a crook who likes to shout profanities like he is chanting a mantra, is never satisfied no matter how hard and perfect one works, and is a pro at finding defects. But, he is highly successful in managing the inherited bar cum restaurant: The Tiffany's, and helping the enemies in disguise, like us, unconsciously because Tiffany's hires almost anyone without an identity or background check.

Joseph said, patting his Son on the shoulder. “I’m not giving up. I’ll teach this Bitch a lesson. She will soon regret her actions and will be servicing my dick by this afternoon, or my name is not Leon Jones of the Jones family.” Leon took a stand and made a call.

He picked up the call, his voice slow and deliberate. "Yes, boss?" He spoke at the receiving end. "I need you to do something for me," I said, my voice firm. "I need you to get Jones out of the city warehouse today. I need him out of there. I don't know when I'll be coming back to London, Duckland, as I have unfinished business here in Texas." Jenkins nodded in acceptance, though I couldn't see him. "There are some people trying to crash my business here, and once it's crashed here, it will spread to London.” I briefly explained to him on the phone,

Jason cut off the secretary. " Her mother, Cynthia Jones is late sir." The secretary replied. " Do you have a picture of her mother?" Jason Inquired. Of Mira turned out to be the daughter of his aunt, didn't that mean that his aunt was no more? How would grandmother react to those news? He was sure everybody in the family would be devastated. " It's easy to find pictures of Cynthia Jones in the internet. Afterall, she was the CEO of Jones group while she was alive." The secretary commented, placing afew copies of pictures on Jason's desk.

Jones explains, introducing himself to Jared and myself. He is a short doctor with a wide nose. His hair is very thin and has very thick glasses on. Nurse Candice is talking quietly in the back with Dr. Toring. She seems to be getting upset because her face is all red. She looks to Jared with a yearning look and walks right out the door. What was that about? I look to Jared to see if he noticed the same thing, but he is enthralled in a conversation with Dr. Jones.