We Happy Few: Uncle Jack Novels & Stories

I left his office. “What did Uncle say?” Cara asked the moment I stepped out. Before I could answer, her eyes fell on the brochures in my hands. She snatched them from me, scowling. “You’re marrying Uncle?!” “Sshh.” I hushed her quickly in case anyone overheard—though I was sure we were the only ones on this floor. At least, I thought we were. “M-Married? You and Uncle Clifford?” Both Cara and I turned at the shaky voice. My breath caught. Jackson was standing a short distance away, frozen like a statue, his face etched with shock.

he said cheerfully, “Uncle Harry is coming today, right?” James paused for a fraction of a second. “Why do you ask, buddy?” “I want to give him my drawing,” Ethan replied, opening his folder. The paper showed a swing set, a large sun, and an extra figure at the side—smaller, but smiling. “This is Uncle Harry. He’s a good man.” Emma, who was pouring tea, froze. The cup met its saucer with a small sound that felt far too loud. “Ethan,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady, “eat first.”

Uncle has also been super worried as he watched us crumble all over again, I have not been going to work because of Liam, I have been so stressed. Today marks 3 weeks Quinn has been gone. We found out that Jack has someone in the office working for him and informing him of our every move. Uncle had torture him to confess where they were currently and he talked, so now we are heading to an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere to bring her back. Lance is with Liam in uncle's house right now watching over him. He has really been a great help to the company and I appreciate it. We got to the abandoned house and the house looked like it was seconds away from crumbling.

I noticed how he moved uncomfortably on his seat. I brought the car to a stop in front of a warehouse. Alejandro and Tico stood by the entrance. Julian stepped out of the car slowly and remained by it. I signalled at him to come. He looked around, as if searching for an escape plan. He pushed his hands into his pocket. “Who’s this?” Alejandro asked as he looked Julian over. “Julian. He's my nephew.” They exchanged glances and Tico smirked. “What are you now? A baby sitter?”

The words hit me like a slap. “She’s my fucking ex, Uncle!” The words tore out of me, raw and jagged. “Second-hand goods I already broke in. I can’t even count how many times I’ve had her and how many ways. And you… you don’t find that revolting? Screwing your own nephew’s leftovers?” A collective gasp rolled through the ballroom like a shockwave. Phones rose in slow motion. Flashes detonated sharply and some faces froze in horror. Others… Christ, some looked openly entertained.

We were the ones trespassing. I thought he would turn and leave. But to my shock, he didn't. Instead, Johnson straightened, pretending not to show any atom of fear, masking it with arrogance like he always did. I prayed for the rogue who had seen us to be anyone but Johnson's uncle. But when he finally stepped forward from the shadows, my breath hitched. It was him. Duncan. "My mate fell down the cliff by mistake, we'll be leaving soon,” Johnson said to him before turning toward me, trying to command me with just his gaze to follow him.

“I think it is really fucking stupid of you to go attack packs of rogues without knowing if they are the ones causing the problems. That makes you the assholes and I don't go to battle with assholes. Good day, gentlemen. Have fun looking like fucktards.” With that, the alpha walks off the screen and the slam of the door follows merely seconds later. After that, the remaining men, all in their fifties, sixties, and maybe even older continue with their discussion. My father, not even sticking around to listen or without so much as a goodbye cuts the feed and hangs up the call. “Well, that was about as productive as three mares and a gelding in the same pasture.” Says my uncle Jack and I look a

"Are you really single? I saw you leaving with an older guy before this." "That was my dad's friend," I said quickly. "My parents passed away early, so Uncle Grant raised me. The other guys are just his friends." Someone else snorted, unwilling to let it go. "She grew up around a bunch of old men. How clean could she be? Don't be fooled, Jack. You won't even know whose kid you're raising if you started cherishing someone who's a carousel." Jack's face darkened in an instant, as though I had already cheated on him, and his hand on me tightened.

I gave my life happily to the devil who is going to make it a hell. “OK time for celebration. No more crying” Jack said loudly. “Yeah, but first let's eat dinner together like a family" aunt said to everyone. During dinner, I never looked into anybody's eyes. I don't want them to see my sadness. I was constantly feeling his stare on me but I didn't dare look up. I failed miserably in my plan of convincing my uncle. I was not able to say anything to him.

He pushed forward and went ahead to meet the doctor, eager for any news concerning his wife. "All of you?" He eyed our party of eight, his eyes scanning us. His eyes widened when he saw Nate, recognizing him. He stands up a little straighter and cleared his throat. "I'm going to have to speak with just three family members, please" Uncle Jack is going to be there, naturally. Same as James because he's the first child. Which leaves who will be the first person.