The Blacksmith Jackson Tn Novels & Stories

Smith. Mike Smith is one of the biggest shots in the city and a well-known gang boss. He runs a chain of illegal businesses in the city, one of which is a whore house. The reason he hates Mr. Jackson with passion is that he ruined his business sometimes back. Mr. Jackson’s late wife, Mrs. Sarah Jackson, was the love of his life but was unfortunately in love with Mr. Jackson. For years he held grudges against him and wanted more than anything to ruin their life.

They lived on the top of Tarron’s Ridge for a reason. Tarron’s Ridge was in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, somewhat near the town of Chattooga, Tennessee. Tarron’s Ridge also overlooked the Tennessee River and the place where Jericho grew up. He’d grown up as part of a small tribe of Cherokee living in the mountains and while his mother was a full blooded Cherokee, Jericho wasn’t. But he was so much more than just his father’s bastard son. People looked up to him as the President of the MC, not out of fear but out of respect. He protected his people and everyone else that lived on Tarron’s Ridge.

He'll kill them and bring me their heads on a platter. _____________________ Near Gatlinburg, Tennessee Ryker's P.O.V. We just learned of a woman in Indiana who is a descendant of the Mystic Moonlighters. One of my trackers had gone to a group home there and was told she had just met her mate and left the day before. We're so close; I can feel it. I was going to wait to let my men handle it, but I feel like I need to be there to talk to her myself. I pack a bag and go look for Gino.

Jackson shouldn’t be leaving the park right now, especially with the new warriors in training. “Logan is perfectly capable of handling things until we get back.” Jackson said, pulling on some sunglasses. “But you still have to listen to Liam’s rules.” Jackson winked at me and I scoffed back at him. “Well, I guess if I have to share the backseat then I’m going to enjoy it.” I leaned back and pulled my legs up and placed them on Jackson’s lap. Even though it was early October, the weather was still mild in Middle Tennessee, so I was wearing short shorts, flip flops and a t-shirt.

"I'm good its been a long day Dad. Are you sure everything is ok." "Off course son hold on here for a second. Nathan grab some glasses for celebrating" Jackson quickly ran to his study and grabbed the bottle of wine and ran back. Nathan had also grabbed the wine glasses from the kitchen. Jackson opened the bottle of wine and started pouring glasses "We are celebrating son. The deal for black mountain is complete, my son is healthy and my wife is beautiful. I've got no worries" Jackson raised his glass and drank the wine. Followed by the rest.

The people from his pack and people he has forced to join his pack. " Alpha Asher. This message is for you. You stood in my way and this is what happened. All you had to do was hand the girl over. But you couldn't do this. So all this blood shed is on your hands." Jackson announced and the camera pulled back to reveal a human town somewhere in Kentucky with human bodies littered all around him and his people.

Jackson looked at all this with a heavy heart as a solemn expression formed on his face. He didn't need to ask whose brilliant idea this was as he already got that answer when he searched his own home. Inside the remains of his destroyed home, Jackson noticed that his best and favorite weapon, a black steel battle-axe was missing. Inside this village, there was only one other person that could wield it and could figure out a way to bypass his various security features in such a short amount of time.

Blackthorn stood there. Jackson drew me near, his body shielding against whatever was approaching. "Stay behind me," he urged, his voice consistent in the middle of the turmoil all around. Blackthorn said, breaking out of the shadows with his men surrounding him, "I have to admit; I respect your perseverance. Still, it's time we call off our little game." Jackson snarled, "over my dead body." Blackthorn graced his smile. If that is what it takes. The males progressed with deliberate predatory motions. Jackson's body stiff with preparedness groped for the weapon fastened to his side.

Date = 8 November Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) POV - Damion I stare at the tiny black-and-white photo in the locket. It’s old and a little faded — like it’s been dragged through time. But it clearly is a young family — mom, dad, brother, and sister. “That’s Harry and his family.” Jackson is walking up and down my living room. It’s the Blackburn way of thinking … they all do that. But they also have their own unique thing, too.