Tank Jones Novels & Stories

The water hit his skin hard, washing away the tension that had built up over the night, but his mind didn't quiet. Not really. It stayed on her. On the way she had looked at him in that club. On the way she had said, I don't have a job anymore. On the fear she tried so hard to hide. Kane scrubbed a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. He was going to fix this. Whatever it took. ⸻ By the time he stepped out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel, the apartment was quiet again. Too quiet. For a split second, something in his chest tightened.

JAX I want to tear this dude’s fucking face off right now. It’s taking everything I have to hold my wolf at bay while I keep him pinned against the wall by the throat, trying to piece together in my mind what the fuck just happened. This guy is a reserve squad recruit- I think his name is Tommy or Tony or something? And I could’ve sworn he was dating Quinn’s friend from Stillwater, so why the hell would he be putting the moves on Quinn?

She stopped and looked back and he paused to look at her, "you seem to be a little soaked too" She smiled nodding, "sure," and walked out of the washroom. Mr Jones disposed of his shirt in the laundry basket and also walked out of the bathroom. He went directly to the dining area where he had kept his phone to put a call through to Tye, his friend. Tye is a friend of Jones. Mr Jones once sold fish to him and ever since then they've been friends, good friends. Tye was a doctor, and having a friend whose profession is to save lives sure garnered its advantages.

It was a ghost that could still tear them apart. Clarkson’s phone buzzed again. Another message, this time from an unknown number. A link to a gossip blog. The headline was brutal: > Roberts’ Rivalry: Is the New Flame a Corporate Spy? > Sources say architect Jonah Jones was hired not for his talent, but for his access. His intimate ties to the CEO are now under scrutiny.

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

Justin stepped forward, Moira blinked, shocked as Justin got in her face too. “Mr. Brandon Jones? He’s off-topic for you,” he declared. Moira reared her head back to stare shockingly at Justin. “What?!” “You heard me, mother,” Justin said. “Mr. Jones is a non-available topic to you. The press asks you, you thwart them, like Luna said. You don’t talk about him, mother.” Moira’s eyes burned with anger. “You can’t do that! That man was a traitor! He betrayed the company, he betrayed your father, he betrayed us! He betrayed you!”

Jonathan pov I run for my house after hearing my mate scream and bust through the door and see Sean bleeding on the floor while a rogue stands over my mate. The fucker hit her and Trent who tried to protect her. "leave my mommy alone!",he kicked the rogue who backhanded him and Kat screamed his name. "you little fucker!!",is yelled as Kat holds Joshua in her arms shielding him. The rogue kicks Trent but the little guy keeps fighting. I enter chest heaving as it all stops and huge eyes take in my golden eyes.

"You still have a chance to undo what you and Mateo Lombardi talked about, and that is with the help of what I have." "Too late for that, Alexus," Mr. Jones's eyes asked for understanding. "I had already signed the agreement proving everything." "Damn it! That can't be!" Alexus blurted, almost angry. "What have you done, Mr. Jones?" said Alexus, unable to restrain himself, but he was starting to lose his patience with the man in front of him. He highly respected him; at age 58, Mr. Jones was an excellent father to his two daughters. Rafaella was seventeen, and the youngest was Cindy, fifteen. And he was practically part of the family, an affectionate brother figure for his daughters.

I caught that bulleting at the end. I didn’t know what it was about and what was it about our stock plummeting. Just what the hell was going on? I cut the call and checked on my phone. Written in bold the article was there. “Jones enterprise stock is plummeting following the news of their former CEO James Jone’s dirty laundry being aired for everyone to see. Mr Jones senior is accused of stepping out on his wife and enjoying time with a young call girl whose name was not disclosed. Sources say that the girl is old enough to be his daughter. Though not illegal what he did. His reputation is suffering a great deal.

He asked, watching out for responses. “Not at all” We answered. “Hey, the guy leaning on the wall, feeling sleepy? I hope you are aware you’d have to pay for that glass in your hands, if you drop on the floor while sleeping” He joked, referring to Joey. “I’m up, I’m up!” Joey assured. “For formality's sake, we’re here to drink up to victory” He took a pause, then continued. “The victory of our boss, Adam Jones. We’ve watched this man make exploits and also seen him get out of a lot of troubles”