Tank Jones Novels & Stories

He asked and she nodded. ” Wow, that's such great news. I hope to have twins too in the future, ” he said as he led the way to his car. He did look like a decent man. After all, she wasn't sure she was going to get a taxi. So she followed behind him willingly. After she got in, he extended his hands forward “ I'm Jacob Jones, the CEO and founder of JJ entertainment, ” he said. ” I'm Andrea “ she replied and shook hands with him.

"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

“Hey buddy, how’s it hangin’?” “Good, thanks,” Matt said and went into a cream-colored stall. Matt closed the door and dug into his pocket. It was a note written on notebook paper. Matt frantically read it. Sheriff, I know what my cousin was into. I know every detail about the coo on M.S. I also know who my cousin’s Phoenix supplier was. My gut tells me this was not a random act by a random maniac. Joe said if anything weird happened to him to contact you and to give you the name of his supplier. Darren Josiah Jones. AKA, D.J., black man, very boney, and tall. Second in command, Dexter Jones. Goes by Dex. Also, a black man, tall, and bulky. To make a buy call 569-555-3546. Good luck and be c

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 leaned forward slightly. "The decision about Mr. Kade's care rests with his doctors and his legal next of kin. Taylor Jones has no role in that process—and it is a testament to her character that she has never sought one. She has not spoken, because there is nothing she can say that would not be weaponized against her. She has not performed grief, because she refuses to commodify pain—her own or anyone else's." His voice softened, but its intensity sharpened.

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,

Jone answers, his throat closing as Rebbie Jackson emerges from the shadow of the guards, her long midnight tunic rippling in the coastal wind. TJ's gaze tracks Jone's hand, and the massive alpha stops dead, his entire physical frame fracturing as the raw scent of a lost mate shatters his composure. Longing and total shock war in his eyes. "Rebbie," TJ groans, a primal sound tearing from his chest as he launches forward, covering the distance in a brutal sprint until his large hands are cupping her face, his fingers burying deep into her hair. "The goddess returned you," he chokes out, his warrior facade breaking into raw tears. "You are breathing."