Jason Todd X Reader Protective Novels & Stories

No preamble. "Jason's had four approved visitors," he said. "His lawyer. His mother. A woman named Yvette Crowley, freelance journalist supposedly writing a piece on prison reform. And a name that should ring a bell. Tanner Ricks." I froze. "Tanner used to work here." Calder nodded grimly. "Until he was let go for accessing private executive files. Guess who vouched for him during his hiring phase?" "Jason," I muttered, the pieces snapping into place.

Frank turns to his desk and sets to work on the cell phone Jason gave him. I’ve never been much of the reading type, and I’d rather not risk setting off any explosives anyway, so I opt to hit the wet bar instead and pour myself a scotch, no rocks. Jason decides to risk an explosion and picks a Sidney Sheldon spy novel, The Doomsday Conspiracy, off one of the shelves. I curl up on one end of the impressive couch with my scotch, and Jason takes the other end with his book. I shortly find myself drowsing off, courtesy of the scotch and my somewhat restless night of sleep.

( Mature content ahead, read at your own risk) TONIA Jason nods in approval as he steps into my room, he falls on the bed and sniffs it. “Fuck! This is heaven!” he exclaims. I quickly pick some books and throws them in a carton, I clear my throat and Jason turns to me. “Jason, thanks for spending time with me but, aren’t you going home?” “Do I have to?” he raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I mean, Tony will be home soon!”

Rae asked in jealousy. "Relax Rae, I am not seeing any other person apart from you. My friend I am seeing is a 12 year old boy, who wants to know more about some history." Jason said defending himself. "It had better been a 12 year old boy Jason or I swear I will cut off that dick of yours and shove it hard into your ass that it would take a millennium years for you to shit it out." Rae warned dangerously which makes Jason moved to Jorkallun side quickly.

It was words that could only come from deep within him. He took in a breath and felt his chest. Were those words genuinely his? Was he liking his rejected mate? With Jason's arrival, he had to abandon his thoughts. “I have bad news,” Jaxon started. “Tommy will be tortured today.” “He knew the risks. If he's weak enough to get caught, he should be brave enough to take some beating,” Lucius remarked indifferently. He grabbed his button up jacket. “There’s also something else…a problem,” Jaxon began.

“Seriously? You feel that strongly about it?” I nodded. “Jason took from me so often and with such intensity that it was almost crippling. I would never deliberately do that to someone.” “I’ll speak to Jeffrey,” he offered. “Although, he claims that it’s for your own good and protection.” “What about your protection?” I asked. “Didn’t he say that Marduke was going to use me to get to you and the others of the society? What if he shows up and your shine is low. How would you protect yourself?”

What good did it do if I couldn’t protect the people who meant most to me? A dull pain radiated up my hind leg and I quickly turned my head to see Jason lunging at me. I could sense their emotions as if they were my own, and I knew they weren’t trying to harm me. They were both terrified something would happen to me, their Luna. They were also fiercely protective, and I silently apologized for what I’d do next. I gathered what strength I had, thankful that for once, Thalia was completely on board with what I was thinking. She felt that same blood-curdling desperation as I, that horrifying willingness to do whatever it took to keep Alec and Kade safe.

Brandon exclaims with full determination and self confidence that Nancy would be awaken from her consciousness because of her love and concern for Jason. “Actually, Jason's former refuge group is not anything I am helping or defending for him. I'm not actually backing or shielding Jason from his prior refuge group; rather, what I'm attempting to get through to you is that every one of God's "creatures" on every corner of the Earth's surface has the same basic human rights that I'm trying to convey to you." She is smiling.

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.

The WE PROTECT WHAT’S OURS motto was stenciled above the exit in smaller letters than you’d think; it didn’t need volume to be true. Todd stood in the center of a taped square with his hands on his hips and his Gamma face on: dad and drill sergeant in one body. He’d traded his shop henley for a tee and shorts, tattoos reading like a biography. A whiteboard leaned against the wall with four sentences written in block letters: Breathe. See exits. Three taps = stop. Leave.