Romans & histoires Jace Carson

The argument starts before we even board. “You’re not serious.” I’m standing on the dock in Miami heat, sunglasses pushed up, staring at Jace Calloway like he just told me the ocean is dry. “One room. You booked one room.” “Two rooms.” He doesn’t look at me. He’s scanning his phone, duffel slung over one shoulder, olive green, military-issue, because everything Jace owns is military-issue, including his personality. Six-two of disciplined muscle in a fitted black t-shirt and cargo shorts, jaw set, buzzcut growing out just enough to show that his hair is dark and thick, tattoo sleeve covering his left arm from shoulder to wrist, unit insignia, coordinates, something in Arabic he won’t explain

His real name, Ace Willow, came to light to everyone's shock, and he was in fact not from the States but from a remote village in London. Through the orchestrated accident alongside the road which was a blindspot, the real Jace was killed and secretly buried, while the fake Jace took his position at the accident scene with a few added sets to make the show complete. The car caught fire and blew up right on the spot, but the fake Jace was already miles away from it while pretending to struggle for life, after injecting some kind of drug into his bloodstream to activate his hormones.

Jace said, a mischievous smile on his face. My eyebrows furrowed until I stepped out of the car. I could've screamed, but with a name like Alpha Superior Adam Deveraux, I should've guessed it. He lives in a damn castle.

He said, and I could not believe my luck. "Thank you." I said and sat on the passenger seat. As I watched us leave Redcape behind, my heart filled with joy. I never imagined that I would leave that place alive. I closed my eyes and thanked the goddess for what she had done for me. Hopefully, this will be the last of it. "I am Ebenezer Jenkins. What's your name?" He asked, and I knew I could not tell him my real name. "Annika Petrov," I said, and he smiled.

Silvia said. "Exactly. Hump day. You're supposed to be happy. It's all downhill from here." Silvia rolled her eyes at me but she was smiling. Everyone smiled around Jace. It was annoying and also kind of the point of him. He was tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair that always looked like he'd just run his hands through it and warm brown eyes and this lazy‚ confident energy that made you feel like nothing in the world was that serious. He was the kind of guy who'd crack a joke at a funeral and somehow make it appropriate.

Scarlet "The bad man." Jace's voice was small, broken. "He showed me a picture. Of him when he was little. He said I look just like him. That we have the same eyes and the same smile and the same everything." I felt Damian go very still beside me. "And I don't want to," Jace continued, his voice rising with distress. "I don't want to look like the bad man. I don't want to be like him. What if I grow up and I'm bad too? What if—"

While we eat, Jace, Alex, and Jackson open more, and I get to see more of their personalities. Jace takes his role very seriously. He seems to be just a serious person in general. However, he has a dry and almost robotic humor, which had me cracking up a few times. Jackson is very animated, has a boisterous personality, and loves cracking jokes. Alex is laid back and down-to-Earth. He has an adorable and kind personality.

“I’m really sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to drag you into this.” Finally, I lowered the knife slightly, though I didn’t put it away. “Fine,” I muttered. He exhaled deeply, his body relaxing as he reached for the door handle. “Thank you,” he repeated, before stepping out of the car. I watched him as he stood, running a hand through his dark brown hair. He turned back to me, his expression softening as he spoke, "By the way, I’m Jace. You know, the guy who hijacked your car and scared the hell out of you."

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

“Welcome to LA, man.” I force a quick smile onto my face for the team’s power forward, Rashid. “Thanks. Looking forward to putting ink to paper tomorrow.” “Tomorrow is a hundred years away, my dude. We’ve got the whole night ahead.” With a hand the size of a pizza pan, he gestures to the writhing mass of bodies on the nightclub floor, one section below us. “You’re Jace “The Silent Assassin” Armstrong. Take your pick of these women. Let’s get you a celebrity welcome to LA.”