Jason Todd X Reader Protective Novels & Stories

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.

Arch shot me a glance. "This is for your protection, Ma’am, Jaxon’s orders. You’d be surprised at the kinds of things we’ve found hiding in something as simple as a book." His voice was irritated and gruff. I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest as I waited for him to finish. Soon, Jones started to help him by looking under chairs and examining the table I was supposed to sit at.

On the day the kidnappers killed my son, I did not cry. I paid top dollar for the best lawyer in the city to argue that the kidnapper was innocent. And once he was free, I signed ten percent of my shares over to him. I also gave him the house my son had loved most. My husband, Alex Thomas, slapped me in front of the press. He called me a cold-blooded monster. People on social media boycotted my company and demanded my family kick me out. I endured every insult and every attack in silence. At the review hearing, I looked at my husband. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me."

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.

Jaxon nods in satisfaction, though he's still scanning the crowd, his eyes flicking amber as if daring the grumbling ones, flaming with a protective look that certainly reads; Touch my mate and die.