Jake Tapper Novel Novels & Stories

He collected them like trophies, storing them away for moments when they'd cause maximum damage. "What about him?" I asked, keeping my voice level despite the sudden acceleration of my heartbeat. The organ hammered against my ribs like it was trying to escape. "Did he finally execute those rogue spies at the western trench?" Jake let out a low, mocking chuckle that sent a cold spike right down my spine. He tossed the apple core into the small wastebasket near the hearth. The dull thud echoed in the silence like a death knell. "Your prince charming is now married," Jake said, watching me with the intensity of a predator observing wounded prey.

Jarek The door clicked shut behind me, but I didn’t move. Just stood there in the hallway like a man walking away from a war zone—unsure if the ringing in his ears meant he won or if he was bleeding out somewhere he couldn’t see. She told me everything. And I couldn’t stop hearing it. Luke fucking Jones. The junkie coward who latched onto her after her brother died. Who used his patch and his last name like weapons—claiming Sable in public, beating her in private. Making her run his drugs, making her lie for him, making her smaller.

Jax paced near the windows, shirtless and barefoot, his body still radiating heat from the morning’s sparring session with the younger warriors. He was grumbling. “No one respects boundaries anymore,” he muttered, raking a hand through his damp curls. “Can’t even get through one run without someone asking for training advice or border updates or if I’m gunna start wearing Beta armor now.” Tora sipped her tea with a smug smile. “You do make the armor look good.” Jax narrowed his eyes. “Traitor.” “Madam Traitor,” she corrected, raising a brow. “Apparently that’s my new title now.”

It didn't even just settle, it devoured me from within until I felt nothing but a vast cesspool of emptiness, a deep, dark hole inside me. “Get out of the way.” “I won’t,” Jake said. Tara refused to budge, and neither did her son. They were both stubborn, after all. I didn't say a word until Tara’s gaze glided over me like a stain on her perfect furry coat. Her eyes blazed red, brimming with unshed tears. The gun slowly dipped until it disappeared into her jacket. “Fine,” she said at last. I let out a deep sigh of relief way too soon before she dropped another sentence like a grenade. “You leave me no choice, then.”

I responded and held Jake very tight. We lay on the bed naked and were silent for some time before I broke the silence. “Are you an Alpha?” I asked him. He looked at me in amazement. “Where did you hear that? I don't remember telling you anything like that” he asked. “When were you going to tell me? Do you want to build our relationships on secrecies?” I asked him. “I am sorry, everything happened in a hurry and I did not have the time to tell you” he apologised and I saw reasons with him.

I’m dreading the later if I’m being honest, this day is going to catch up on me big style. “Jesus Sophie. One night out on your own and you’re beating women and taking on drug lords.” Jake shakes his head, joking to cover the seriousness of the last few hours and both stare at me with so many mixed emotions. Jake is a little more relaxed while Arrick still looks like he might beat someone to death. Poised and stiff like he can’t calm down.

I laughed until my cheeks hurt watching two guys attempt the most ridiculous dance-off I’d ever seen. Someone spilled a drink, someone screamed, and someone else slipped and laughed so hard they couldn’t stand back up. Then— I saw him. Jake. He stood near the stairs, surrounded by his usual crowd, head thrown back in laughter as he took another drink. He looked effortless—dangerously so. Tattoos peeking out from his sleeves. That careless grin that had haunted my thoughts more times than I cared to admit. I hated that my eyes were drawn to him. I hated even more that my heart skipped.

And once doubt entered the mind, control becomes easy. Jake still hadn't learned that. He ruled with force, pressure, obsession and possession. Everything about him was intense and that was why Jessica ran from him in the first place. I picked up my glass and took a slow sip, my thoughts drifting back to the look in her eyes the day I met her in Jake's suite. She was angry, guarded and wounded, but beneath all that fire was exhaustion. Jessica Wilson was tired and tired people always searched for peace eventually, and that was where I come in.

I need to apologize to her. While Jake was left off thinking on his next move, Kate decided to go back to the place near to the gate so that it will be easier for her and not to miss the flight. Luckily she found a seat and she settled in. She took out her book about the Flight Attendant and she continued reading it. While reading, she couldn’t even focus on the book. Jake’s face kept popping through her mind.

We pull apart and I stare pridefully at them, three brothers, just like four years ago except we have come so far and we are not the same people anymore. "How's the study going?" I ask Jake and he shrugs casually. Jake is doing his masters in web designing and networking at Stanford University and has been gone for months because he got a job close to the university and he only returned to be at my wedding. "It's really going great, Taylor." I give him a deep double meaning look before asking, "Is there a girl you want me to meet?" A blush appears on his cheeks and nod. "Her name is Blake, Blake Noble."