You Won't Get It Joker Novels & Stories

Diego scoffed. "The woman I have picked out will be quite the opposite. I am sure of it." Joker replied. "Why is she a lesbian?" Sym asked. "No. She's just, how do I say this nicely? A good girl." Joker laughed. That caught Cage's attention. There's no way Joker meant his beautiful good girl, right? Now he was paying attention to what Joker was saying. Joker explained the rules. Brothers could bet one night, one week, or one month. "What's your bet, Joker?" Diego asked.

“You mean he’s got her?” “Not yet,” Trigger said with a sneer. “The light just went off in your apartment, so Joker figures she’s just gone to bed. He’s gonna wait on my call in about two hours, and then go on in and get her. I can promise you he won’t be asking nicely for the bitch to come with him.”

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." K saw this and shrugged with regret. "Then there's nothing I can do. Joker, once you're healed, we'll find another chance to duel. Ms. Vancrest, I'm a man with principles. I can't help you. Bye-bye."

It wasn't easy on him either but he had mastered his poker face, one could rarely see what he was thinking. "So who was that?" Jess asked once they were back in the car. "Who?" Jack knew exactly what she meant and who she was referring to but he needed a minute to prepare himself. "Oh come on, the lady you couldn't stop looking at. An ex?" "None of your business." Jack's default reaction to questions he found difficult to answer was defence. Everyone already knew how much of an asshole he was so there was no use in trying and failing to explain when he could just be what he normally was and move along with his life.

Dropping my eyes down to his hand, I saw a grocery bag that I hadn’t even noticed in my eagerness to kiss him. “You brought a chocolate cake?” DJ cried, bouncing on the sofa with excitement. “Yep, and I know your momma doesn’t like chocolate cake too much, so I bought her a plain boring one,” Jace replied, scrunching his face up with mock disgust. Jace reached into the grocery bag, pulling out a kids’ magazine. “While I was at the store I saw this and thought you might like it.” He held it out to DJ, who practically snatched it out of his hands with an excited whoop noise.

I said as I start getting my fresh shirt from the walk-in closet. "Man...you work too hard. Being an athlete is hard work. I don't get why you're not retiring already? You got your houses and modeling thing already. Why are you so money hungry bro?" He was asking while he types on his phone, confirming our meet with the rest of the guys. "I happen to like my job brother. Come we better get going, and get Sam to drive us I'm not risking an accident so close to my championship date." It was half an hour later when we finally arrived at Players. Our buddy Jack is the bartender there, so it's a given.

The words hung heavy in the air, thicker than the silence that followed. Matteo’s gasp came sharp and panicked. “W-What?! No! No, I—I can’t!” His voice pitched higher, desperation spilling out. “Do you have any idea how much he paid? Do you know what I could do with that money? I can’t just… just hand it back like that. It’s mine now, Gunner, it’s—”

He had no wife, much more a girlfriend, [except if Sabrina's willing to do it with him. "You'll do the photoshoot tomorrow before the coach arrives, and you'll have a full training session starting Thursday. You have a night of pleasure but do not play too hard." Sabrina was giving instructions as Sol continued to check on the stack until he saw a familiar card slipped into one of his documents. It was a Joker card. "What's this?" Asking suspiciously. "Right, you are familiar with the King's Game, right? Well, you are the unlucky one. Somehow something significant about that card. You'll be facing each fighter in the league."

Her voice rose clear in his mind: *"You're my little Joker." The words startled him so much he nearly spoke aloud. It felt as though she were truly speaking to him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the deck of cards, flipping through them until he found the Joker. Above the word, in his mother's handwriting, were the words *"You're my little."* Jack ran his finger across the letters, feeling the faint impression in the cardstock. Something tight in his chest began to loosen. He let out a breath, then found himself laughing quietly. Anne glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Are you okay, dear?"

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”