Jax X Caine Novels & Stories

“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.

But the deeper I dug, the more I needed to see it for myself. Then he stepped into the cage. Jax Rivera. Twenty-seven. Underground legend. Tall, ripped, covered in scars and tattoos that told stories of every fight he had survived. Short black hair, sharp jaw, and eyes that looked like they had already decided how he was going to destroy his opponent. His body was pure power — broad shoulders, thick arms, abs carved like stone, and powerful legs that moved like a predator.

"He has been Seraphine's primary broker for at least three of those six years. He's how she moves intelligence out of embedded sources and how she moves orders back in." "He's Jade's handler," I said. "The seal matches. The timeline matches. He relocated three days ago, which puts him here now." Xavier looked at me. "He came personally, which means what Jade has for him is too sensitive to trust to courier." I looked at Cain's description on the page. Mid-forties, unremarkable appearance, known for being patient and difficult to rattle. Professional in the specific way that people are professional when their survival depends on not making emotional decisions.

He says as he holds eye contact for a second making guilt settle in my throat. Of course, he knew. Everyone knew Xena didn’t belong here. She was too pure for this world. She liked to believe in people, such people never survive. “I think I’ll be fine. Anyway, I guess we should meet other people now.” Xena tugs on my sleeve before she hops off the bar stool, “It was nice meeting you, Jace-“ “Jace Hoffman.” He finishes and she flashes him a smile. “Jace Hoffman, yes. Have a good evening.” I see his gaze stuck on Xena as she straightens her dress before grabbing my hand and walking away.

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

He walked over and he was in front of me in a second. "Who are you?" His voice was deep and intimidating, far from what he looks like. I whimpered, "Xanthe..." The guy's forehead creased. "How do you know my name? I'm Sandy, and I'm asking," He took a step forward. "Who are you?" "Xanthe." I placed a hand on my chest. "Yes? What is it? Does your chest hurt?" I shook my head. "No, Xanthe is Xanthe." I tapped my chest twice while looking at his eyes.

One of the guys exclaimed. “Oh but it is.” She smiled. “Long time, no see! What have you been up to?” “Just wreaking havoc in New York. Getting shot. The usual.” Jovie grinned. “Who’s the new Xavier?” “Reno, actually.” I informed. “Trent.” He nodded. “I’ve done all of Jovie’s ink.” “Great work. The tramp stamp is my favorite one.” “I’m personally a fan of the hip bone.” Trent chuckled. “What are we doing today? Getting each other’s names.”

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

“You should have told them. You should have told her.” “I didn’t know how,” he said simply. “And I’m tired. I’ve spent my whole life watching shadows move, waiting for this day. No one believed me. Now that it’s here, they want me to prove my innocence. Let them.” Jina felt tears sting her eyes. Not out of sorrow, but the sheer complexity of what stood before her. This man wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t heartless. He was just... broken. “You still believe in her,” she said quietly.