Jax Porter Novels & Stories

he added, his expression serious. I looked at him, absorbing everything he had just said. I understood his point, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was supposed to help her adjust when I hadn’t even fully adapted to my own new reality. I had no idea where we were even headed. --- I jolted awake, feeling someone nudging my right shoulder. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I realized I was lying next to Fatima in the private jet’s cramped bedroom. Yes, Jake owned a large private jet. I couldn’t help but marvel at it. Groaning softly, I turned to see who was disturbing my slumber.

I guess I was overreacting about the jet, but definitely not the economy. "Dad, your daughter is a spoilt brat" Hunter flew into the room. Jax was sitting facing Papa's seat, using his computer. Once he saw me, he smiled and got up to hug me, but papa was not on his chair. "Where is papa?" I asked, pulling out of the short hug. "He went to the bathroom" Jax responded "How was Moscow?" He grinned. "Sooooo pretty" I enthusiastically responded. Jax always matched my vibe while Hunter was like a father to the both of us. I'm surprised that he's still single, he should be married by now.

“So, Jax. Do you know anything about our trip to town and if the roads are clear?” Jax closed his eyes and I was surprised when I realized he was chatting over the pack link. This form of communication still amazed me. An answer came back a short time later and he looked down at us. “The trip has been approved. Ian and a few of the other delta’s will be joining us in town. The Alpha has a few errands for us anyway. There is a truck waiting for us.” He led us to a huge garage bay where there were several vehicles parked.

Jack pulled up to the national exchange center with his unmarked pod. He stopped in the travel center to relieve himself and grabbed a bag of potato chips. He didn't really notice the taste as he absently popped them into his mouth on the way back to the pod. He stopped mid-step as he noticed a person standing next to the pod he just left.

Aside from those empty and broken cars parked in all corners of the port ahead of us, the entire place must be dull. Jasper then grabbed his phone and dialed someone's digits. "Just want to clarify if the boat's ready as discussed earlier," he muttered closer to the phone. He reached out to the door of the car and pushed it open before he lifted his head and dragged his gaze from the distance. "You mean the small motorboat?" he added. Jasper nodded at me to head out of the car. "I told you to provide a real boat. A bigger boat." Jasper suddenly kicked the wheels of his car. His facial expression was telling me that whoever that man on the other line of the phone failed to provide him with wh

Hopefully, nothing happens to the pack forever. "Meanie." Sophie grumbled as Papa helped her lift her huge kit box onto the moving truck. "That's the last of it." Papa said, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead with a little handkerchief. A car pulled up close to ours. The boys. Zharn, Cage, and Jax had been pretty helpful with the moving and helped in every way possible. Zharn gifted Dad the large truck to make moving easy, but Papa refused, saying he'd pay him back in installments instead.

Jameson must be filthy rich. Looking upset at Xavier's comparison, Jasper pouted. "If you like private jets that much, you should work for Jameson Schmidt instead and jet around."

Jake stepped to the rank and flagged a cab. Outside the terminal An electric Toyota glided to the curb. The driver unfolded from the seat—tall, wiry, weathered, a fluffy black beard like a tangled hedge and a stubborn combover fighting the breeze. Beach trousers, loud red-and-yellow floral shirt, and a chunky gold pendant with the energy of a B-grade gangster’s court day. He popped the boot and shouted, “Need a hand with the bags?” Metallica drowned him out. Jake blinked, tugged an earcup back. “What?”

I know she was worried about her future husband since Elroy did introduce me as one of his best childhood friends. Homophobic people, I can recognize them when I see one. Elroy was about to say something when the sleek silver SUV stopped in front of us. Jasper got out of the car, I could see the envy expression in Elroy immediately. It was the latest Porsche Cayenne SUV, Jasper had just bought it to fit Tara's baby chair.

Trying to ignore the stain on the sheet, and still seeing it, because I simply couldn’t not see it, I slipped under the covers. I’d been tired before. I wasn’t now. My body still hummed with adrenaline. When Jaxon emerged ten minutes later in low-cut black pajama bottoms, my eyes traveled over him. Many men gained weight once they were married, not enough to be frowned upon by their Capo, but enough to cover up whatever muscles they’d worked hard for in their younger years. Jaxon hadn’t. Every inch of him was pure muscle. Nothing soft about this man—not his body, expression, or eyes. If he noticed my silent scrutiny, he didn’t comment. Instead, he got into bed but left enough room to fit a