ANMELDENJax “Jax! If you don’t come out right now, I swear I’m leaving you!”The impatient voice repeated what I've heard for the past five minutes.I groaned, shoving another handful of clothes into the already overstuffed box. “You’re not leaving me!” I shouted back. “You don’t even know where you’re going!”“I will figure it out!” Hazel yelled from outside. “Unlike you, I have somewhere to be!”I rolled my eyes, taping the box shut in a rush. She’d been yelling for the past five minutes straight, and I was starting to think she actually would drive off just to prove a point.Grabbing my bag, I did one last quick scan of the room. It looked… empty. Not in a sad way, just unfinished. Like I’d already outgrown it.Good.I didn’t want anything tying me down here.I rushed out and shut the door behind me, locking it quickly before jogging toward Hazel’s car.She stood leaning against it, arms crossed, looking like she was two seconds away from committing a crime.“What took you so long?” she s
Jax I hadn’t even sat down yet, and already my nerves were doing that thing…tight, restless, like something was about to go wrong.Naturally, I should be used to this feeling.I always felt this whenever I made a big change, one that affected me deeply.New York still didn’t feel real. The noise, the rush, the constant movement, it was the exact opposite of everything I’d left behind. Maybe that was the point.Maybe if everything around me was loud enough, I wouldn’t hear Charles in my head.Or feel him.I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and stood just outside the office I’d been told would be mine. Mine.That word still felt strange. Fake, even. Like the name on the file they’d given me.Miley Pan.I swallowed hard at the thought. If I said it too many times, maybe I’d forget who I really was.“Jax…”I flinched.Then I immediately corrected myself.Miley.“....I told you! I told you you’d get the job!”Before I could react, arms wrapped tightly around me. Warm, enthusia
Charles I’ve been called selfish a lot of times and I really do not mind. It has never gotten to me, never made me bad an eyelash. I’m calculating and ruthless when it comes to getting what I want. Whether or not it is right doesn’t matter to me. I walked straight into my office, knowing Brad already had my guests seated. “Titan.” “Did you get my package?” He asked as soon as we shook hands. I was about to raise an eyebrow for more explanations when it suddenly clicked. Nathalie is the package. “How?” Was all I managed to ask. “How did you do it?”“I’ve been in this game for so long, mate. Don’t forget that.”“I know… but I need to understand what happened.”“Are you glad she’s back?”“Of course.”Titan’s gigantic frame was very evident in his choice of clothing. He was modeling a black singlet, his tattooed arms on view. “You don’t get it;” I said but stopped myself from saying anything else. “I need to know everything. I do not like being caught off guard.”“And I made sure
JaxMaybe I was beginning to overthink everything but the happiness and euphoria died down almost five hours later. Why haven’t they sent the email? Did they suddenly think I was unworthy? Or maybe they found out I was lying about everything?I remained on the couch, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.Actually, it didn’t.Hazel was somewhere behind me, moving things around in the kitchen, humming like she didn’t have a care in the world.I groaned softly and turned to the side.“This is pointless,” I muttered to myself, dragging my hand over my face.I hadn’t heard anything from the company.No call.No email.No nothing.Which, in my experience, usually meant one thing.Rejection.I closed my eyes for a second.Then…Ping.I froze.My eyes snapped open.“Ugh,” I groaned louder this time, pressing my face into the couch cushion. “That’s definitely another rejection.”Hazel’s voice came from the kitchen.“What is?” she asked casually.“My life,” I replied dramatically.Hazel
JaxI tried to focus on Noah’s voice, but my attention kept drifting past him to the parking lot across the street. The restaurant’s warm lights reflected against the glass, turning the outside world into a dim, shifting mirror, yet the black SUV parked under the flickering streetlamp was still clearly visible. It hadn’t moved since they arrived.At first, I told myself I was being paranoid. It was just a car and maybe the driver was having a bad day and needed to park for a second. That’s possible..and that’s valid. Right?Noah was in the middle of explaining something about his job, something about a new project but his words blended into the soft jazz playing overhead.The SUV’s windows were too dark to see through.Plenty of people drove black SUVs. Plenty of people parked across from restaurants. But something about it felt wrong like a quiet pressure sitting at the back of my neck.Like someone was watching me.I glanced again. Still facing directly toward the restaurant.Sti
Jax Hazel stared at me like I just committed a criminal act. Not a small one— her brows were raised like I stolestole from a shopping mall and appeared with the same outfit.I swallowed, waiting for her to say something but all she did was gaze at me up and down. Her eyes followed my every move. She was quiet and something about the way she was calm was enough to make me feel uncomfortable."What?" I asked her. Without waiting for her to say a word, I turned to the full-length mirror and tilted a little to the side. I was taking a good look at myself.My nice fitted sweatpants. my oversized T shirt. My hair is a messy twist, comfortable and just simple. Hazel glanced at me and shook her head a couple of times. "It's a no Jaxen. it's definitely a no."“A no???” I repeated.She nodded, keeping her fake smile. “You heard me right.”“Don't tell me I don't look good in this outfit. The sweats are—”“Too comfortable for a date,” she told me. She raised both hands to the air like they’d
Jaxen What do you do when the devil offers you comfort? I'll tell you. Run. That would be my advice to anyone else but tell me why I have just nodded my head and agreed to follow him.The moment my eyes opened from the short nap, I rubbed my eyes. “Are you done with what you needed to do?”“No. I
JaxHe looked at me like he had no idea what I was asking. “Just walk,” he said without answering my own question. The stylist, a young woman in her thirties greeted us with a bright smile. “Welcome, Jax. I’m Eliana. Right this way.” How does she know my name?Who is she?Is she fucking him too?
Charles “The car is ready, sir.”I checked my reflection in the mirror and let out a small sigh. This is going to be the hardest part; having to negotiate with these fuckers. A peace gathering. That's what they said. My brothers think we need to try to calm them down and if at any point they go
Jax“You’re awake.”The voice is husky and the scoff that followed made me rub my eyes. It took an extra second to realize what was going on. Shit… I really did fall asleep?“You wanted me to die in my sleep?”“I’d give my life to Christ if you did. You know? Never call myself the devil.” That was







