Tank Jones Novels & Stories

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

“You have grown soft, Vector,” Trevor aka Tony Jones chuckled, a thin trail of blood racing down the corner of his mouth. He tried to lick the blood off the cut on the lips but he was too late to soothe the damage already done. “We might not have worked together but I heard a lot about you. And let me be fucking honest, what I heard is nowhere near what I’m seeing right now.”

I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers into my temples. See your doctor soon. The thought landed heavier than it should have. The work phone beeped. Once. Sharp. Controlled. I straightened immediately. “Yes,” I said. “Your meeting with the private investigator is in five minutes,” my chief of staff said. “He’s confirmed.” “Good,” I replied. “I’m on my way.” The line disconnected. Joe Jones. The name still annoyed me. Too ordinary. Too forgettable. The kind of name that slipped through cracks and reappeared where it mattered. I had been told, repeatedly, that he was the best in the city. Not flashy. Not loud. Just thorough.

Loney froze at her last words. "So you never dated him or did anything with him?" Loney's voice was raw, his possessive side controlling his utterances. "You were my first and you know that very well. Jones Akurst is a good person. He never takes advantage of anyone," Loney's heart broke at how Danica spoke about Jones. However, the name sounded familiar. Too familiar. Then it hit home. Jones was one of his managers in a different branch. His jealousy outweighed his bitterness but it was quickly washed with warmth when Danica finished speaking.

Except his skin is a little dirtier like he hasn’t showered in days and a thick board covers the lower half of his face. This is the man who hurt Dove? “What the fuck do you want?” the man spits. His eyes are slightly glossed over when they meet mine. Is he on something? I clear my throat, trying to stay calm when all I want to do is connect my fist with the side of his face. “Mr. Jones, I’m here to ask you a few questions.” “What about?” he asks. “If it’s about the trash bins, I told the council I would get them taken away.”

I whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.