Jackson Teller Harley Davidson Novels & Stories

Jake asked. "She just ran out of the clubhouse upset." KC retorted. "I can promise you it wasn't over anything we talked about." Jake replied. "Ok. Carry on." KC ordered. "Yes Sir." Jake agreed. That uneasy feeling got worse. Something wasn't right, and he knew just the man to see. He went back inside and to the tech office that Harley and Dalton shared. Harley was the only one there right now. "Harley, I need a favor." KC asked.

“Is that what you’re talking about?” “Sit!” Justice rose from his chair too. Joy gaped at Justice, his tone scary and loud. He growled, ignoring her, instead glaring at the white-haired doctor. “I protest, Justice,” Treadmont sputtered. “I’m not dense. Harley was pretty clear about what her form of therapy is. This is a medical condition we’re dealing with. He needs real help, not a hooker. No amount of screwing is going to fix him.” “Hooker?” She snapped her head in his direction and glared at him.

"But just so you know, I'm doing it for Michael Power's daughter and not your wife." "Believe me, Senator," I say, correcting the cuff links of my shirt as I dust invisible dust off it. "If Michael Powers had the slightest clue that you could help him, he would have been the one threatening you now." The Senator lifts an eyebrow, watching me smirk. "Thank you for your time, Senator." The doors to the room are thrown open suddenly and Desiree walks in. "Sorry to bother you men but Harley wants to go home, Mr. Everest," she tells me, giving an apologetic look to her fiancé. "She says she's not feeling well."

Harley The bike revved loudly as Jay pulled on the accelerator, waiting for the inevitable backfire. "Yep, your carburetor is fucked. Gonna have to replace it and tune the motor a bit," Jay told the middle aged man in a fancy leather jacket who wrung his hands nervously, looking as if he were waiting for a doctor to tell him the prognosis of a loved one. "How long will it take," the man asked, running his hand over his balding head. "The boys and I have a road trip planned for the weekend."

she stuttered as she gazed at his face. “Eh,” Goldman said like it was no big deal. “About sixteen thousand with tax. Billy said I should get them insured. I took his advice.” Patty was breathless. “You spent that much money to make a point to me?” she said with disbelief. Her heart pounded with joy - and love. “If . . . you don’t mind me asking . . . how could you afford these on a deputy’s salary?” He smiled. “I sold my Harley.”

There’s something with Harley that is too formal, like I can’t ply around in his presence. Its a surprise that he is not into hiding this time. He always watch from afar. “Alpha Jacob is throwing a tantrum at the Hall.” My jaw dropped. Suddenly, a child rolling on the ground was what I imagined. “You’re kidding.” I can’t believe his words, Jacob is not like that. Is he? “How would you know?” “Brent just told me.” Harley said and tapped his temple. He sat two meters away from the hammock and took a deep breath. “So, what happened this time?”

Two large gasps sounded out loudly as they thought about it. “You mean Jacky? She means Jacky. Quick Harold go and get the boy.” She practically pushed her mate off the bench they were sat on so he could go and get this Jacky guy, who I’m guessing is the Jack Anderson who Dalton told me about. I looked up at Gilliard who was still trying to fight back his tears of amusement at the situation, I mean this was supposed to be a serious conversation and yet it was slightly like talking to a comedy act.

While Maverick was talking to his mate on the phone I went to our bedroom and had a shower and I got dressed into my pajamas before I came back downstairs and Maverick and Jackson were sitting at the dining table again talking. I joined them and Jackson went to get me a coffee before he sat back down again and I knew that he had something on his mind. "Taylor. I was just telling Maverick about you seeing the Hunters headquarters. The warehouse now." Jackson says. "Yeah." I say.

I sneaked a glance at Jarred; he looked equally curious. "I didn’t come here to ask for your permission, Hank. I’m here to tell you what I will do. I have the authority in Arrow Publishing," Jackson said firmly. Hank chuckled, leaning back slightly. "I am your boss, Jackson," he said, eyes fixed on him. "You’re the CEO, yes, but I’m the owner." He stepped closer, leveling his gaze with Jackson’s. "Don’t you ever disobey me," he warned, and then strode back to his desk.

I look by the side and close to some muscular men who are seated with two girls ech fondling their chest and bleating like goats in the name of chuckling, I see Harley. She has a pad in her hand and I presume she went to take the order of a customer. “How was it? Hope you didn’t say something wrong” she booms at me with her eyes showing the eagerness and urge to know what transpired between Atlas and I. “Can you imagine he made me his personal assistant? Like can you just imagine the audacity?” I bang at her as though she is the one who did the deed. “And now he has asked me to get him vodka. The impetus is top notch though.” I add and frown. I actually have a masters degree in theatre arts