The Rescuers Down Under: Jake Novels & Stories

“I am sorry, Mishka. You should know about this, that’s all I want.” Mishka bitterly smiled, suppressing her tears, “I have no other option.” She felt helpless stepping out of the car and she truly realised how it feels to be alone in the world where no one has your back.” *** The lift on the floor opened again and Jake stepped out along with Rylie. He tried to reach as soon as he can when he learnt about Christian’s accident. “Jake!” Danny greeted him with a hug. “How is Chris?” He asked Danny, breaking off the hug.

“Did you really think it would be that easy? The closer you get, the more difficult your journey will become. Turn back now, and you might live to see another day.” “Never,” I said, my voice shaking but resolute. “We’ll find you, and we’ll stop you.” “We’ll see about that,” she said, her tone dripping with malice. The runes flared, and the ground beneath me began to quake. “Prisca, hold on!” Jake shouted, his voice desperate. Suddenly, a rope dropped down from above. Jake slid down, his expression a mixture of relief and determination. “Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand.

"By the end of the night, we will know your father's location." Jake took my hands in his and then gave them an assuring squeeze. "I have my team of agents waiting for my signal. Once we have your dad's location, I will inform them about the rescue mission. Everything will go according to plan." Jake reassured me while staring into my eyes. "I hope so. I really do. Because every moment that I stay with Lance is torture." I confessed. Jake stared in concern and it felt as though he could read my mind. "Did he touch you?" Worry was etched across his visage as he explored my features.

I thought, plopping on the couch in peace. I did my night routine and finally jumped into my bed. As I was about to close my eyes, suddenly I received a text. It was from Lance. My Rescuer: Are you sure you want what you said earlier? I stared at my ceiling and tried recalling what I said that I wanted earlier. Me: About my family? I replied with a smile on my face. My Rescuer: Yeah My smile became even more prominent when I read his response. I was so happy that I had someone I could rely on.

Her knees trembled with each step, and the ladder's movement made her dizzy. "Don't look down. Just stay calm and take one step at a time," Hunter instructed, still hanging onto the chain. He didn't descend until he saw Aleah safely on the ground, aided by a medic towards a standby ambulance. Only then did Hunter begin his descent down the ladder. The scene was intense, with everyone holding their breath until both Aleah and Hunter were safe. The coordinated effort of the rescue teams and the Astral Guardians was a testament to their preparation and bravery.

Jerald exchanged a look with Jake, who nodded. Approaching Berezira, Jake knelt down to her eye level. "Hello, I'm Jake Brown. And you are?" he asked gently. "I am Berezira," she answered, her accent slightly different. Jake couldn't fathom why a girl her age would be so afraid of strangers. She must be older than ten, and her eyes...too sad. "Berezira, it's nice to meet you." "Does that mean you're Ma'am Cherry's Jake?" she asked curiously.

“Commander McKenzie rescued Jessica during the storm and was keeping her safe when Aislen Carter used magic to abduct Jessica, who is now missing.” “You knew that Jessica was with Charlotte. You f-king helped us to search,” Heath accused him. “You saw what it did to Lauren, Anne and Shaun and you said nothing!” “You’ve never given a shit about Shaun,” Guy snapped back. “You and Cameron backed Rhett F-king Salem when he went nuts on Shaun and knocked all his teeth out, so don’t you give me crap about Shaun. And I didn’t f-king know. I’m not high up, just a foot soldier, though that will change. The higher ups don’t tell us foot soldiers shit, do they, guys?”

“You’re scaring me!” He laughed — brittle, broken — and it crawled under my skin. “You think you’re scared? I’m drowning, Jake! And you just stand there judging me!” His voice cracked open — the grief raw — and for a moment I saw the grief, the pain… the man trapped inside the monster. But I was trapped too. “I want you to get help,” I whispered, my voice tearing at the edges. “I want my dad back.” Silence. A long, aching silence.

The rescue team stomped snow off their boots inside the cabin, flashlights sweeping across the room. I stood there clutching the blanket around my naked body, Jax’s hot cum still leaking slowly down my inner thighs. My legs felt weak. “Miss, are you okay?” one of the rescuers asked, a burly man in a bright orange jacket. “We got the road cleared enough to get you both out of here.” Jax stood beside me looking perfectly calm, like we hadn’t just been fucking against the wall minutes ago. He even smiled at them. “We’re both fine. Rough couple of days, but we managed.”

“I volunteered for this suicide mission. I’m terminal, Wrath. I’m dead either way. I won’t be telling you shit.” Jake could see the truth in his eyes. He also knew that no matter what happened upstairs during church, it wasn’t the club’s responsibility to help him get Klara and Jamie back. It would bring unnecessary heat to the club, making them a possible target for other MC’s. This was personal. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. He listened to it ring, well aware of what time it was. It was answered on the second ring. “Jake.” “I need help. My woman and kid were taken.”