Trevor Jackson On Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

"Aaron told me Jack is co-operative throughout the thing, which is kind of suspicious. He didn't try to attack anyone, didn't even give them the usual death glares. What's up with him?" I knew why. "I think he's giving up, Ken. He's had enough." Ken shook his head. "That's too theatrical. Do you think Jackson, the one who is so famous for killing over a dozen people is just going to give up because he is tired of interrogation?" He gave a laugh. "You're thinking wrong, sister." "Oh, so you have it all figured out?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest. "Let me listen to your theory Amateur Detective Ken Frazer."

"It was you! You're the only one who knew about that route! You're the only one who heard about the special cargo!" He stared straight into my eyes. "Tell me! Was it you?! Did you leak the information to that bastard, Victor Cornell?!" [Holy crap! Trevor's back for revenge! That intensity! Is he going full dark mode?] [Jasmine's in danger! Has she been exposed? Trevor's so fierce, but why is it so hot?!] [It had to be Jasmine! Was it revenge on Kayden? Or did Victor use her? This is wild!] [Fight! Fight! Trevor, punish the woman who betrayed you! Take it up a notch!]

He didn’t want to witness Samaniego crumble upon learning the truth. Jackson chugged a shot of vodka from his office stash. He figured he needed alcohol to calm himself. He hadn’t even opened the envelope yet, and his anger was already overflowing. He knew that once he found out who was behind Katherine’s death, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. The moment he opened the envelope, the photos confronted him. A familiar face with a man he had never seen before. Jackson felt like the world stopped spinning as he looked at the photos. They were stolen shots—taken from the house Bree had rented, showing her talking to the man in a dark alley.

Jackson denied. “It is all rather coincidental, don’t you think?” I asked him. “Something is wrong, and somebody knows something. But not Elder Troy,” he kept saying. “Why not?” Cami asked. “Because he is my uncle,” Jackson replied quietly. We all sat quietly, considering what Jackson had just said. If his uncle was involved, Jackson would not only be devastated but he would be the one responsible for ending Elder Troy’s life.

"You mean to say that the same guy who shook hands with me at Vanessa's funeral. the same guy who instructed me to 'stay strong'. that's the same motherfucker who assisted in covering up the truth? Valeria swallowed hard. “Yes.” Silence. Then— Kc exhaled a slow, measured breath, his expression a mask of deadly calm. "I want proof," he said, his voice strangely calm. Valeria nodded. "We're trying. Kim is following the money trail, but Kc…" She hesitated. "Sebastian is a big player. If he finds out we're on to him—" "I don't care." Kc's voice was icy. "He's going to pay." Valeria lipped her bottom lip, and then asked sheepishly, "What are you going to do?"

” Kayley ~”What's up with the small talk Jackson? Jackson ~”I am just making conversation baby.” Kayley ~”You don't make just fucking conversation. What is up with you?” Jackson ~”Nothing baby.” Kayley ~”Don't fucking lie to me.” Jackson ~”I had one of my guys ask around.” Kayley ~”About Mancini?” Jackson ~”Yes.” Kayley ~”What is the problem?” Jackson ~”Someone snitched about Kathleen and Ricci.” Kayley ~”And the god damn prick thinks it was me?”

Two massive guards stood there, holding modified shotguns. "Toll?" The guard grunted, blocking the path. Jackson stepped into the dim light. His tuxedo was shredded, his face bruised. But his eyes were terrifying. "I am Jackson Sterling," he said calmly. "And I don't have time for tolls." The guard squinted. Then he laughed. "The Billionaire? On the TV news? I heard you blew yourself up. You got cash, dead man?" "I have something better," Kael stepped out from behind Jackson.

Roman said. “It’s perfect,” Drake agreed. “You’re perfect,” Jackson added. “And now we have a gift for you.” “I’ve been doing a little research,” Roman said. “And I was able to track down Trevor Cawyer—the tiger who killed your family.” Lana’s heart beat faster. “Yeah?” “We were going to take care of him for you,” Drake said in a tone that made it clear exactly what he meant by “take care of.” “But?” Lana asked. “But,” Jackson said gently, “he was already dead.”

I do a quick look at Yuri who is staring at me with a smirk along with a chain, that I didn't notice before, which was attached to my restraints. "It's cute that you think that you can escape." Jackson mumbled " We know all your tricks we watched you train the last couple of weeks with that curly red-haired. His wife is the one in the bed right... Say Yuri is Trevor still in the house?" Jackson says and I look at them wide-eyed as they both look at me with a smirk, Yuri takes out his phone and places a call putting it on speaker so I could listen. "Yes, Boss.." A gruff voice answers and I feel my heartbeat rattle in my chest in fear.

“There will be another meeting this evening so I’ll let you finish what you were doing and give you some time to think before the training officially begins.” “I have a question.” Jackson raises his hand. “Why has the secretary told you about his plan? Isn’t it suspicious?” he raises an eyebrow. He’s right and I feel stupid for not thinking about it. The man works for Oscar Kimberley, so why would he expose his plan?