Jax X Caine Novels & Stories

As if he didn’t have his filthy paws all over my wife just mere minutes ago. I hop into the ring and go straight for him, raising my arm back and punching him square in the jaw. The water bottle goes flying as I continue to pummel him against the ropes but the bastard doesn’t try to fight back. Just raising his arms in defence to cover his pretty face. That makes me give him a shiner I know will last for days before I step back, “I thought I could fucking trust you" I scream at him. He spits out blood to the side before looking me in the eye and answering, “ What are you talking about Xander? Trust me with what? Haley isn’t even really your fucking wife!”

I replied shortly, didn't want to speak something unnecessary because the Godfather didn't seem like he was sane at the moment. "I didn't know what to do now... I had sold Cassie's apartment so I don't know where she would go right now... She rarely talks to her friends anymore, so I don't think she would go to them either... I gave her a lot of money so I guess financially she would be able to survive. But in reality, the risk... the danger... with all the Mafia Dons knew how she looked like... I can't bear to think that she might get killed or taken by anyone from the underworld out there..." Mr Xavier let out his frustration somberly. It even seemed like he was a bit drunk.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

Sage. I kept still, breathing slow, listening. “It’s been years, and that dude still won’t talk about it,” Jaxon muttered, his voice quieter than before. “I’ve asked a thousand times, but he just shuts down.” Xavier clicked his tongue. “Whatever Sage did must’ve been real fucked up. You know how Jace is—dude doesn’t hold grudges for fun.” Dickson scoffed. “True. But man, it’s weird seeing them act like strangers. Hell, worse than strangers.”

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

POV: JAXON We filmed the statement in our living room. Simple. Direct. Honest. No fancy production. No PR team. Just me, sitting in my home, speaking from the heart. The FBI helped distribute it. Social media. News outlets. Everywhere. Within hours, it was everywhere. I looked into the camera and spoke. "My name is Jaxon Winters. Formerly Jaxon Romano. I was born into a legacy of violence and fear. My father, Dante Romano, ran a criminal organization for over thirty years. He hurt people. Destroyed lives. Built an empire on suffering.

With a powerful and well-connected figure like Jaden at his disposal, how could Jaxon resist using this opportunity for revenge? "Oh? Mr. Cunningham, do tell me what I can do," Jaden said without hesitation. "So, a man named Felix Zeller has been relentlessly pursuing Xena. I disapproved, and he sneaked into the sect and killed our people." Before Jaxon could finish, a dangerous glint flashed in Jaden's eyes. "I understand. Within three days, I'll return with Felix's head as my first gift to you." With a wave of his hand, a chair across the room exploded into pieces. Jaden left behind one final remark as he vanished: "If I fail, I will end up like that chair."

"Yes, I’m ready. Tell me more about this connection we are meeting." Jaxon smirked at me. "His name is Harrison Jones. He controls a lot of the gambling in the outer city areas. He’s been our main competition for some of our direct business. If we could join forces, then we could be a stronger team and have more control over the city. We could cut down on future competition and potential uprisings." "What is he like?" I asked. Jaxon shrugged. "I don’t know. Just a normal guy. He’s got red hair."

“You don’t believe the news or that scent of death outside of Rhett’s apartment that scared you so much you couldn’t walk in?” “No, and I don’t want you talking to Jax.” “Because?” “I don’t trust you.” Xavier stopped in front of the elevator. “I wouldn’t trust me either, but the fact remains that Jax went up to DC to talk to me.” “You don’t know that,” she countered. An uncomfortable Todd pressed the elevator’s button. Come on, Mia. We’re almost done. Come with me. With two colored sides on the cube finished, he worked on the glowing orange squares. “I researched this Jax. He’s a buffoon.”

She padded barefoot across the floor, her curvy hips swaying with each step, ass cheeks peeking just below the hem of her shorts. Peering through the peephole, she saw him… Jackson “Jax” Moreau. Her childhood neighbor from down the road, the boy who used to chase her through the sugarcane fields. Now a man. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with smooth deep-brown skin and intense hazel eyes that seemed to carry every storm he’d ever weathered. He worked as an architect, splitting time between New Orleans and Houston. His white button-down was plastered to his chest, outlining every ridge of muscle. Water streamed off his short-cropped hair and down his sharp jaw.