Jason Cross Hsm นิยาย & เรื่องราว

PRIORITY ONE: Maya Cross Classification: White Luna (Confirmed) Threat Level: Extreme Abilities: Healing, enhanced reflexes, energy manipulation, potential for catastrophic power surge Recommendation: Immediate termination. Do not attempt capture. Subject is too dangerous to contain. Current Status: Recovering from silver exposure at unknown location. Source reports subject is protected by werewolf (Jaxon Cross) and vampire (Lucien Nightshade). Recommend coordinated strike to eliminate all three targets simultaneously. Bounty: $5,000,000 Five million dollars. They'd put a five-million-dollar bounty on Maya's head. I kept reading, my horror growing with each file. PRIORITY TWO: Jaxon Cross

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.”

Jaxson must feel my anxiousness because the next thing I know he has a hold of my hand running his thumb over my knuckles. “Don’t worry, my queen. Everyone will love you.” His kind words manage to relax me a little and I begin to feel better. We pull up to the pack house and climb out of the truck to so many people, Jaxson comes to my side and wraps his arms around me and guides me to the front stoop he turns us to face everyone and manages to quiet everyone without saying a word. Then he looks out to everyone, takes a deep breath, and says, “Fellow Red Crest pack members, I know many of you are wondering who this beautiful she-wolf is beside me, and I am here to inform you that this beautif

The Cross machine didn’t roar to life. It hummed. Quiet calls. Encrypted messages. Old favors cashed in without fanfare. Adrian traced shell companies and burner phones with surgical precision. Alexander mapped pressure points—who supplied money, who enforced, who benefited. Cameron sat in the middle of it all, jaw tight, heart heavier than any stage he’d ever stood on. He wasn’t here as a Cross. He was here as a man who loved a woman and refused to let her past eat her alive. * Jayla didn’t sleep much that night.

James parked his car right in front of the uncompleted building he normally visit and he knows that's the right place to find Jason,he picked his gun and hid it at the back of his waist before alighting from his car.He entered the building where there's no traces of electric bulb the only light beaming is the torch James was holding to find his way,he pointed his torch directly to a corner where Jason always keep his hostages and to his surprise he met Rose and Smith being tied to a pole.He rushed to where they were and started loosing them but suddenly he heard a voice.

“I’ll get him what he needs. Discreetly. How do I contact him?” Relief flickered across Jason’s face, quickly replaced by grim determination. He pulled out a slightly crumpled business card and held it out. Ashton took it, his fingers brushing Jason’s. The contact felt charged, a bridge built over treacherous waters. *Smith Clark. Silvermane Security Solutions.* A phone number.

And I always felt it land exactly where she aimed it. I closed my eyes. "One hour," I said. "I sign. I walk out. That's where my involvement ends." She cried with relief and I stood at my window and felt something close in around me that I didn't have a word for yet. After we hung up I sat on my bed and told myself to sleep. Instead I picked up my phone and searched his name. Damien Cross. News articles loaded first. Cross Corporation. Coastal contracts. Halvenmoor's most powerful man, according to three separate publications that seemed slightly afraid of him. His face appeared halfway down the page — a press photograph, dark suit, formal event.

Never did he expect that he would be killed just like that. What was more unexpected was that the man in front of his eyes was really a Tribulation Crossing expert. Even Jason was stunned.