Catching Jordan Novels & Stories

I shoved at him, preferring to rather break my neck than accept his offer for rescue. “I think our Evie has sprained her ankle.” The middle one chuckled, going down on his knees in front of me to examine my leg. Are they insane? While I may already know the answer to that question, their action still leaves me puzzling over the possibility of them not being well. After checking my foot, he lets go and straightened up. “Jordan, bring her to the cabin." Finally, a name to a face. Jordan had broken my fall and caught me mid air. He is the shortest of the pair, to be fair they were only a foot taller than each other. While they look nothing alike, they look similar in a very weird way.

I could hear my own breathing, the squeak of shoes, the slap of the ball against the floor. This is where I belong, I thought. Not the interviews. Not the speculation. Not the commentary. Here. We won by nine. I finished with twenty-seven, eight assists, five steals. In the locker room, Jordan slapped me on the back like I’d personally resurrected his career. “You were locked in tonight,” he said. “Like… scary locked in.” I forced a grin. “Good scary or bad scary?” He laughed. “Depends who you ask.” The reporters asked the usual questions afterward. How did it feel to bounce back? What changed? Was I feeling pressure?

He asks as his hand begins shaking even more. “I don’t care what they did. Do you remember what you did to me? You’re not a big man. In fact, you look feminine so I’m guessing they treated you like the prison whore and passed you around. Couldn’t have happened to a better man.” When he turns to point the gun at me I kick it from his shaking hand. Before Harrison has time to react Jordan tackles him into the hallway. He’s much bigger than Harrison so he has no problem restraining him with his knee in his back and his hands held behind him.

I was being pulled to the edge and then lifted — properly lifted, hands under my arms, hauled up and over the side and onto solid ground in one continuous motion that left me on my hands and knees on the pool deck coughing water out of my lungs. Everything was loud again. Music, voices, the specific sound of a crowd that has just watched something frightening. A towel landed around my shoulders. I looked up. Jordan was crouching in front of me with his jaw tight and his eyes checking my face. He hadn't jumped in. He had reached the pool edge a second too late. Someone else had gotten there first. I turned.

Jordan crouched beside me, his massive frame completely dwarfing the cardboard structure. The hunter turned the corner. "Hmm," the man grunted loudly, stopping directly on the other side of the display. I clamped both hands over my mouth, terrified my breathing would give us away. Reaching blindly to steady myself, my elbow bumped the edge of the display. A single, heavy can of baked beans teetered dangerously on the edge of the cardboard shelf. It tipped over. Jordan’s hand shot out with blinding, supernatural speed. He caught the metal can mid-air, a fraction of an inch before it smashed against the floorboards.

His quick reflexes save me from a fall, and in the brief but intense moment, our eyes lock. "Whoa, sorry about that," Jordan says, a mix of concern and surprise in his voice, his hands still hovering close to steady me. "No problem," I manage to say, a soft chuckle escaping my lips as I regain my balance, grateful for his swiftness because that would have been quite the fall.

Seeing my moment of weakness, he grabbed my upper arms and tried to push me to the ground. I brought my right knee up, kicking him between the legs, then used the heel of my right palm to hit him in the centre of his forehead. Cameron punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of my body. When I fell to the ground, he quickly climbed on top of me to wrap his hands around my neck. ''I want it all Jordan, I want billions. Not millions. I want all that Jasper has. Not just his money, but also his business and you. If I can't have any of that, neither can he." Cameron told me as he squeezed my throat tighter.

What in the Faiths was going on? When a worried Jordan ran past a tent and caught sight of me, he doubled back and called my name. “We’ve caught someone! You need to come, now!” ‘Who?” “A hunter.”

He was in the middle of a game, and if he was caught leaving it halfway again, he would have lost all his points. "Thaddeus doesn't want to go to the hospital. His allergy is quite severe. Call the family doctor now and ask him to come over." Following Jessamine's orders, Jordan immediately exited the game and made the call. Jessamine saw the slippers Jordan had taken out at the door and walked over to put them on. After taking a few steps, she realized that the feeling was indeed different from the last time she wore his shoes.