Charlie Hunnam As Jax Teller Novels & Stories

His jaw was sharp, mouth still flushed from the cold, eyes steady and dark as they locked onto Ryder first, and then shifted to his parents. “Hi,” Jax said, voice calm, easy. “I’m Jax Calloway.” His mom blinked. “Oh,” she said faintly. His dad cleared his throat. “You—play center?” Jax’s mouth twitched. “Yeah. I do.” “We’re—yeah, we’re both centers,” Ryder added, a little too quickly. Jax shot him a brief look, something amused, and then faced forward again, steady. There was another pause. A long one.

Behind those timid and innocent looks, was a ruthless and stealthy assassin who executed her missions to perfection and no one had been able to find the mysterious killer till date of all her assigned victims. “No sweetie. Daddy does not want to lie in bed with a stomach ache for weeks,” Alpha Zarek cooed gently, making all of us laugh. “Dad, guess who found his mate !” Jax exclaimed in excitement. “Is Ty your mate, Jax ?” Alpha Valen asked blankly. “No but I don’t mind if Kai wants to share him with me till I find my mate,” Jax smugged.

“You’re fucked, man. She’ll never give it up.” But Jax loved a challenge. Jax Harlan was the complete opposite of Grace. At twenty-three, with messy dark hair that seemed to cover his piercing blue eyes, a lean muscular build gotten from working at the local auto shop, and snake tattoos across his arms and chest, Jax was trouble. He rode a black motorcycle through the streets and always smoked behind the old diner. His crew of friends, a rough group of mechanics and dropouts were drinking at the pool hall one lazy summer evening when the challenge was thrown down.

"You want me to play the jealous boyfriend? In Harrington territory? That’s a suicide mission, man." "You owe me for that surgery in the north, Jax. And you’re the only Alpha I know who can mask his pack scent well enough to pass as neutral. Wear the suit I sent you. Be the 'colleague' from the city." "Fine. But if I get my throat ripped out, I’m billing your estate." "Just show up. And Jax? Be convincing." Joshua ended the call. He stood up and walked to the small, cracked mirror above the sink. He reached up and slowly unbuttoned the high collar of his shirt.

For a moment I found myself staring at it, wondering who had managed to leave something like that behind before Daniel casually answered the question I hadn't even asked yet. “That's from Jaxon, by the way,” he informed me. “During their last fight.” My eyes widened. I looked at the scar. Then at Jaxon. Then back at the scar. “So, not only are we here to ask a smuggler for help, we're here to ask a smuggler that Jaxon permanently scarred?” I whisper-yelled, looking between all of them. “Are you all fucking crazy?” “We are here for a discussion, Ricky,” Jaxon spoke up before anyone else could answer me, tucking his hands into his pockets. Despite the soldiers surrounding us and the history ha

“Isn’t that so, Jax? Mr. Hagen can expel me, you, Rey, and every Red Cage in this room!” The man who had greeted them, Rey Fredrick, only glanced briefly at his friend, Gavin. Meanwhile, Jax, also known as Jaxon Bradwood, the owner of the white chair that Camellia almost sat in earlier, didn’t respond at all. And the man with a friendly smile who was sipping his drink in the corner of the room, Connor Black, seemed to laugh softly. “He’s a man with a great sense of humor,” replied a man who had been sitting quietly on the opposite sofa, Nicko Anderson.

But they hung in the rain between us. Jax laughed short, broken. “Love. Right.” He pulled his phone from his jacket. Thumb hovered over send. “One tap,” he said. “And it all goes public. Thornton ruined. Elliott exposed. You expelled. But also… freedom. From all of them.” I stared at him. Then I reached into my pocket. Hit record on the device Elliott gave me. “Say it again,” I whispered. “Everything. On tape.” Jax froze. Realization hit.

“Awesome! Yes dad, I promise no lip and no crying if I get hurt, I promise. Oh man! This is going to be awesome. Come on Danny, let’s do this!” “Hold on son, One more thing.” Sam turns to his dad and huffs out a breath. “Yes, dad?” “You will not tell your mother about this. Do you understand me?” Jaxson turns to look at everyone, he knows that if Alex found out about letting her little Sammy spar with Daniel, he would be in a whole heap of trouble. He doesn’t want his little mate mad at him. “Your secret is safe with me, dad. I promise not to tell mom.”

] Jax was guessing. [Yes, indeed. They still want to match Merry Smith with J. Carter.] [Good work. Do you have the recording?] [Yes, I have. I'll send you a copy of the recorded conversation now.] [Thank you.] Jax smirked in satisfaction as he turned off the cell phone. It wasn't long before a copy of the recorded voice conversation came in and was downloaded on Jax's cell phone. He shared it with his two brothers, Jace and Jake. This tape would be a great weapon to calm Ann's feelings.

In a matter of days, the world would change for the better. “It’s ready, Jaden, you’re going to want to see this,” Hunter tells me in his gruff voice. The guy looks like a lumberjack with his plaid shirts and boots. Paxton is clean cut in comparison. I stop spinning my chair to turn to face them. “Let’s go see it then!” I demand.