Jay Crawley Novels & Stories

I pulled my phone out and called my father. I explained everything from the night before right up until now. I told him about Gideon being requested. I walked away from Jack and Amelia and told him about the connection I was feeling, and he told me not to worry. He would contact Evelyn and offer the full support of Carter and Sons. I thanked him and closed off the call before turning back to face Amelia and Jack. “Carter and Sons are offering their full support to the ADA and will back the case.”

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

"Sierra belongs to me, Drake. Don't you dare come near her." A smirk played upon his face as he found himself sprawled on the ground, defeated. Without further delay, I climbed into my car and drove off, leaving him behind.

Jayce- Sitting on my private jet, I tried to suppress the nervousness in my stomach with ice-cold scotch. It had been years since I had seen her and yet she still managed to make me feel this way. I shook my head, I wasn’t the same little boy anymore. I would have her begging me to take her back by the end of the night. Once she saw what I made of myself, she’d want me. I was no weak Omega anymore. I was Jay Preston, CEO of JP Corporation and number one in the country in cyber security. I was a billionaire and was on Adonis Today Most Eligible Bachelors last year. I had women throwing themselves at me left and right, for fuck’s sake.

This time, Nyla didn't hang up but chose to answer the call. "Hello." The voice on the other end trembled with agitation. "Ms. Jayston, you finally answered! My name is Ryan Davey. My father, Vincent Davey, was one of the workers who died in the Harris Pharmaceuticals accident six years ago. "I saw the news about you sending Cyrus to prison. I want to meet with you. I have some evidence. Are you free now?" Nyla remembered the name Vincent Davey, but...

This time, Nyla didn't hang up but chose to answer the call. "Hello." The voice on the other end trembled with agitation. "Ms. Jayston, you finally answered! My name is Ryan Davey. My father, Vincent Davey, was one of the workers who died in the Harris Pharmaceuticals accident six years ago. "I saw the news about you sending Cyrus to prison. I want to meet with you. I have some evidence. Are you free now?" Nyla remembered the name Vincent Davey, but...

“F*ck off! Or I'll have someone to destroy you! Even Jairo has to bow his head down before me, let alone you, you ignorant son of a b*tch!” Gavin’s expression was dark, but there was nothing he could do about it other than retreat to the side despite having been slapped across his face by Craig. Kayson frowned and asked, “So, it’s safe for me to assume that you’re going to defend Jay?” Craig squinted and replied, “Kid, Jay is my man. If you do something to him, it's equivalent to hitting me across the face, so what do you think? “Besides, no one in Greenspring has ever dared to go against me!”

“Get one of the IT guys here and ask for the CCTV camera. Plus, get me all of our clients' files so I can know how much we have to lose.” “Yes, sir,” Clara responded as she too left the room. As soon as she was alone, Jayden hit the table in anger. No, he wasn't going to fail and allow his family empire to get destroyed. Whoever it was that had done it would die painfully by his hands. ****

It’d be pitiful to watch if it were anyone else- but since it’s Clay, it’s satisfying as fuck. I snuggle into Jax’s side, looking up at him. “Jax, this is my shitbag ex, Clay.” Clay narrows his eyes angrily, looking from me to Jax. “I was just…” “Leaving,” Jax interrupts, infusing alpha command behind his steady voice again. “Whatever,” Clay huffs, whirling around and stalking off into the other room. Jax looks down at me, sliding a finger underneath my chin and tipping my face up toward his. “You okay? Want me to knock him around a little?”

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”