The Tom Jones Novels & Stories

And Tom. Tom the Cracksman, born in Whitechapel in 1974, fae-touched at age seven, thief of thirty years, member of Callum Brennan's coalition from its first year, dead at age fifty-one inside a building he chose to hold standing with his own body's remaining resources while the people he worked with carried a child to safety through the east passage.

Chapter Ten Pursuit Tom went shopping in the local market, got some food and groceries, he had decided to cook daily to minimize spending as he does not know how long it will take him to accomplish his mission in Egypt. He has a gas cylinder and a small pot, thanks to his willingness, he had learned how to cook from his mom.

The environment of the room was really tense and it made James feel really intimidated. James Jones, a famous businessman of New York, owner of one of the biggest construction buildings around the country. He had recently signed a contract with 'The Domancos' to build their new hotel and for some reason, he failed to complete the construction of the hotel by the deadline which has never happened before. But this time it happened and he doesn't know but a lot is going on behind this failure.

Bring it on! Tom!

Tom took his hand as he smiled at me. “Omi, this is Jonas. Jonas, this Naomi,” Tom introduced us to each other. “It’s nice to meet you,” I said as I held my hand out to him. “Do I know you from somewhere?” “Ummm…not really, but you know my father. He’s Rip’s business partner.” My eyes widened. “Holy shit! You’re the Jonas! I’ve heard so much about you. Are you and my bestie dating?” Tom groaned as he shoved me playfully. “Stop it, Naomi! Don’t embarrass him.”

"Good because I will like to let you know that if I hear of it outside, I will make you lose your job." "Em, don't worry Mr. Boron, no one will hear of this." Kane nodded "I have a problem." "I know, it's why you are here." "True." "So, let's start by, what is your problem?" "I'm afraid my best friend wants to sleep with me." "Oh, that's em, em, a very sensitive topic" the man scratched his left eyebrow and pinched his nose, "I guess she is attracted to you then." "That's the problem doc" Kane smiled "it's not a she, it's a he" he crossed his leg and watched as the man went into shock.

All these multiple questions flashed through my mind but the most concrete one of them all bugged me most. Who is J.T?

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

“Is this where you were when you said you spent the night out of the city?” He looks over from the refrigerator where he’s putting away groceries. “Yeah.” “Why?” “I wanted to be alone. And I like to... explore out here.” Huh. Tom Dune, mountain man. I had no idea, but it makes him all the more appealing. There’s a television, which I doubt Tom watches, but he gets it hooked up and streams in the latest Star Wars movie for Johnson. Then he beckons me to the desk. I follow because we need to talk.

I ask, my eyes fixed on them all. The three of them look at each other curiously, most probably blaming each other for maybe spiling the beans. Obviously, they knew long before that Jones was involved but they didn't want to implicate him for reasons well known by them... Maybe because of the relationship they have with warriors Sammy, Jones’ father. "Speak up, damn it!" I scoff while shooting daggers at them all. I can see them trembling since I've just used my Alpha tone on them. "I'm sorry Alpha but Jones insisted on following us so as to pick something from the shop and then waited for us to take him back home with us!" Tom explains, his voice trembling as he does so. I can see fear in h