Novel & Cerita Trevor Jackson On Kc Undercover

I asked with a cold voice. “Do you remember Jackson Aurel ? The CEO of Mac and Co conglomerate who was ousted by his brother?" “Is he...” “Yes. Out of depression he went to the bar that faithful day. One thing led to another with Kacie's mother and she got pregnant.” He was about saying more but I motioned him to remain silent. “Tell me the rest on phone, I can't risk Kacie hearing this conversation.” “Sure." I exhaled deeply sipping slowly from my drink.

“Damn. So, how did it get broken up?” “The cops. They were patrolling nearby and heard the gunshots. Everyone in the club got arrested – including me.” “Shit,” Trevor said with slight panic. “How did you keep it out of the papers?” “That was thanks to Jackson. I called Lance from the jail, but he was on vacation. His phone was forwarded to Jackson because he was covering for him. Anyway, he got the charges dropped against me and Beverly and . . . the new friends I made. And he kept the news from the mainstream reporters. I don’t know how long that’s going to last, but for now no one knows I was arrested for fighting in a bar except you and those I was arrested with.”

Pretty impressive. The Kins were also notorious for exploiting women for sex. They bought and sold different shapes, sizes, and colors of pussy. They were drug dealers;but their products were weak. Their whole setup pissed me off. Every time they tried to disturb my peace with their tricks, it just fueled my determination to end their worthless lives. Walking into their basement with David and a few guards behind me, I entered the main hall;and there he was. The motherfucking Jackson himself. “Surprise,” I said, shooting the guard that stood before him. Before Jackson could even reach for his gun, I kicked it off his hand and followed it up with a blow to his head.

The way he moved, thought, and spoke was clear. Son of a bitch! TC was an undercover agent and he knew who had killed the guy they'd captured earlier. For hiding such an important fact from her, he owed her two more punches. *****************************************

The police officer scrutinized him, "Cody Hunter was present at the club where you were drinking. Why was he at your gathering if you don't know him?" Jackson frowned, "I attend gatherings organized by friends. I don't keep track of who's present. Who is Cody Hunter?" "He's the brother of one of the kidnappers involved in Keegan's disappearance," said the officer. He then shifted the focus and added, "Jackson Kane, we suspect you're connected to Keegan's kidnapping. Please come with us to assist in the investigation." These words unleashed a storm of emotions in everyone present. Chandler had been reorganizing the company's structure since Keegan's accident. Positions once held by Keegan's a

He leaned towards his chair and said to him. " Do you know me? I am Trevor Mikhail, I trust you've heard about the Mikhail cartel in Russia" he threatened and Derek looked up ar him as realization hit him that he was part of a deadly cartel and immediately, fear crept through him. " Now you will speak because the person you are trying so hard to cover up for won't even blink her eyes for you" Trevor said.

Later on, Javier warned Jade, “Keep your distance from Zack Dilley from now on and keep your guard up, especially in terms of busine—” Before he finished, Jade nodded. “Sure, got it.” Her cold shoulder stopped Javier from saying more. He had done his part to remind her, any more would fall on deaf ears. After lunch, he went back to his office and pulled out his phone to post a mission on the black market app. The mission he put up was simple: investigate the vice general manager of Grazin’ Tractors, Larry Keeton. Just from the fact that he dared to threaten Jade with a car, Javier believed that Larry must have skeletons in his closet.

"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.