Cj X Mordecai Novels & Stories

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

(Still on Flashback) -------- CJ was in his room then his phone started ringing, he quickly pick it up he see that the caller was his best friend "Hello.. How's the result?? He asked "CJ.. Getting Chairman Felix strand of hair was really hard, you don't even care to ask me how I got it.. you're already asking for result " "Sorry Alex " "It's okay.. well the girls strand of hair and that of chairman has been tested and the result came out positive.. 98.9 stating that they're related " Alex said and CJ eyes widened

Mordecai laughed, “You’re in a mood, aren’t you? Guess you couldn’t find anything you wanted. Come have a drink with me, you cranky bastard.” I followed him into the parlor as he slipped into a robe and dried his hair roughly. One of his servants poured us whiskey before going to grab whatever else Mordecai asked to be served. If I knew him well, it was probably a spread of meats and cheeses. “I ran into Felix picking up a shipment for Matt.” “Oh?” Mordecai asked, “I didn’t know he was here too. Should invite him to dinner when Matt gets back.” “I already extended the invitation. Where is Matt?”

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

His words have both of us laughing so hard that for a moment I forget everything that is going on around us and it feels so good, so needed. "Warrior Robbie. How can I help you?" A strange voice brings my laughter to an immediate stop as a guy comes to stand in front of us. He's incredibly tall and muscular and looks like he could scare even the meanest of wolves. "Yes, Johnathan. Alpha Nicholas is in the gym. He has asked for some privacy but I would like you to guard the door while he's in there. There's too much shit going on right now for him to be left unguarded."

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

He exhaled slowly, lowering the knife as he turned toward the doorway. “Mordecai,” he said, his tone low, gravelly with annoyance. “This better be important.” Mordecai stepped into the room, his presence tall and severe, his dark suit immaculate despite the gloom of the basement. His mismatched eyes, one green, one glowing white, were locked on Nixon. “Your brother’s pack is mobilizing. They’re searching for Mi'chi as we speak,” Mordecai said, his voice clipped.