Dallas Winston Jacket Novels & Stories

The air carried a crisp scent of mint and cedarwood, a scent that was unmistakably Daxton’s. And there he was, sitting behind a massive mahogany desk, his large frame radiating quiet authority. He wore black pants and a black shirt, the first two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his broad, toned chest. Even in something so simple, he carried an air of undeniable power and sex appeal. Wanda’s lips curled into a small smile. "Good morning, Daxton," she said as she strode toward him. Pulling out a chair, she settled into it without waiting for permission. "How was your night?"

“Harrison.” “Wade Harrison.” She pulled her hand free and smiled broadly. “You’ll have to pardon me for saying so, but you don’t exactly look like you need a job.” Wade glanced down at his clothes. He hadn’t wanted to stand out, so he’d worn his faded jeans and running shoes, but he hadn’t wanted to look sloppy, either, so he’d topped them with a white dress shirt tucked in at the waist. “I have a T-shirt with a hole in it,” he offered, “but…” Think Texas. “I use it to wash my truck. And clean my gun.”

“You and Waylon are both friends. I only want you to know more about him.” ‘Friends…’ Cameron lowered her gaze. ‘Why does it feel so strange coming from Daisie?’ She then remembered something and put down the cup. “Wayne’s clothes are all custom-made by the same brand, aren’t they?” Daisie nodded. “Great, can you help me contact the tailor and order a shirt for him? I’ll pay for it.” Daisie was stunned for a moment, and her eyes lit up. “Cameron, do you want to give Waylon a new shirt as a gift?”

This requires finding the specific one, the bear, and Daxton holds it up in the supermarket aisle with the vindication of a man who has been wronged and is now made whole. He puts four in the trolley. I remove two. He puts them back. I look at Dante. Dante is reading the label on a box of something with the focused attention of a person who is absolutely not getting involved. “Helpful,” I tell him. “Mm,” he says. We get Daxton new pyjamas because the ones from last night are still technically crime-scene-adjacent and I’m not examining that. He selects a pair with wolves on them, holds them up, and looks at Dante.

Ten o'clock on the dot. Before he left confident he didn't forget anything of importance, he grabbed his leather bike jacket. It was one of his favourite possessions, just as Dillon's jacket was one of his most valued items. Tony's jacket had been with him for a long time and was a gift from Ethan on his sixteenth birthday. He had worked his ass off for months to save up enough money to surprise him with it. It wasn't cheap, since it was genuine cowhide leather with a sheepskin collar. Ethan said the age of sixteen was a special milestone and he deserved something special. Through the years, Tony had always made sure to condition and weatherproof it diligently. All his efforts paid off and h

Luckily the suites at the hotel were easy to get, without even using my last name and soon I have all four rooms booked, as well as all the services we will need for the time of stay, even though I am sure that one will not be used since Liz will probably stay with Bryan. I see that the girls are still trying on clothes and boots as well as some hats and jewelry that I have available for these events, but there is no way to carry the hats in the bag, easier to buy there, Dallas has great options. I realize that I need to pack my suitcase as well and for that reason I go to the closet to choose the clothes I will wear tomorrow, in addition to the brown boot, I choose black riding pants, a 3⁄4

Tonight, Dallas would decide if Jimmy was worth the risk. He walked in, black suit pressed and a swagger in his step. He wore the gold family ring, along with about nine others, and flaunted extra diamonds where he could. A Rolex weighed down his wrist; the gold chain on his neck was overkill. He wanted to make a statement, but the one he really made walked in behind him. I sucked in a quick breath. Winona. She had always been a little thing, probably only five-five and skinny enough to pick up without any struggle. She had curves, but they were young ones. She was green. So was I. I realized my twenty-one years seemed unripe to most, but I’d seen the world.

"Precisely. We have a reservation at seven. In Dallas." Dallas. A three-hour drive. This wasn't a casual dinner; it was a statement. "But…" "Jennifer," he said, his voice dropping to a soft yet firm command. "The time for hiding is over. Get dressed." The authority in his voice was a strange comfort. It was the opposite of Stanley’s chaotic, violent demands. I placed the boxes on my small, rickety dining table and opened them. The large box contained a dress. It wasn't just any dress. It was a column of liquid night, a simple, sleeveless sheath of the finest black crepe. It was severe, elegant, and powerful.

They were short-sleeved polo shirts that mature, wealthy men wore. Rebecca would have thought Daniel had borrowed someone's clothes if he had donned such an outfit and held a metal flask bottle. The clothes just weren't his taste. Regardless, Rebecca's eyes shot to one side as her lips curved into a mischievous grin. "Daniel Winston!" David was silent. He had never found it scary when others called someone by their full name, but now? The hairs on his arms stood straighter, even though Rebecca wasn't calling his name. He peered at her cautiously before seeing her hold up one of the short-sleeved tops from earlier.

The pages were so worn, I was being overly careful out of fear of ripping them. January 17th, 1859 We moved to Dallas on a whim. My family is originally from New York, and they were tired of fighting so hard to make a living. There is competition for work and most of it was hard work for not enough pay. Pops and Ma decided they needed to escape the downtown area in New York and start a farm somewhere new. We bought land in Dallas. The population here is around 600 at the most. It feels nice to be able to walk outside without walking into a neighbor. Everybody is very nice and welcoming here. This is great difference from the downtown bustle where everyone was in a hurry and everyone was i