Jericho Wednesday Novels & Stories

We discussed the shoot for a bit and finally Lynda cleared her throat. “Enjoy your time off. I’ll see all of you back here on Friday,” she said. We stood up and headed out of the boardroom, walking toward the elevators. “Where are you headed, Jericho?” Joshua Green was thirty-three, six foot and one hundred and ninety pounds, an easy smile and a born soldier. “We never see you anymore.” “Home. A week of peace and quiet,” I answered him. I was the only member of the team that didn’t live in the city permanently. I had chosen Epworth because it was small and quiet.

Jericho allowed his sentence to trail off, making sure his brothers were still too preoccupied to listen to our conversation, "you know, Katie. However, Harper or not, you bring out something in him that neither Ace nor I have seen." "Do you think Ace will ever warm up to me?" "I think he already has," Jericho's eyes fell onto the silver band on my index finger, "he just doesn't realize it. Give him time and in the meanwhile, don't be a stranger. I'm only about three hours away."

I had no right to ask him for favors or demand he fix the world’s problems. Jeremiah looked up from his screen. He caught my reflection in the window. He could clearly see the frown on my face and the way my jaw was set. He didn't ask me what was wrong. Instead, he went back to the only thing he knew how to talk about. “I need one of you to come with me to Linville next Wednesday,” Jeremiah said. “It is a business trip at a mountain resort. We need to finalize the contract there.” I didn't even hesitate. After the disaster of this lunch, the thought of being trapped at a resort with him and his business partners made my stomach turn.

I snarled, my fist clenched tight as I imagined punching into his mouth and knocking out all his teeth. “A simple lunch,” he said, casually. But there was nothing simple about Jericho. “At my estate. Just me and your little amore. If she shows up tomorrow by noon, I’ll let the girl go. No harm done. But if she doesn’t… well,” he exhaled dramatically, “children are fragile little things, aren’t they?” “You son of a—” I started, but the line clicked dead. I stood frozen. My heart thundered in my chest as I felt Jessica's hand on my shoulder.

LENA It was a Wednesday. I want to be precise about this because the Wednesday quality of it matters, not a significant day, not the particular and weighted day of a Sunday dinner or a foundation meeting or any of the specific and notable occasions that had accumulated since September. A Wednesday in the third week of November, the particular and ordinary quality of a midweek evening, the specific and unremarkable shape of a day that had been a working day and was becoming a working night. The foundation documents had expanded.

Jericho answered in a frown. “That's a lie. The different kind of work Wayne gave you that you were talking about is guarding her, right?” Jericho rolled his eyes and began to walk away from the fountain. “Even Terry wouldn't tell me,” Shem huffed and stood akimbo as he watched Jericho walking towards the aquarium. Few minutes later and Olive stepped out wearing jeans and a red sweatshirt. She had her hair down this time and it was already blowdried. “Ready, Luna?” Jericho said with a smile. She somehow stopped walking at the mention of the name Luna. She wasn't used to that name being called around her, talk more of it being used to refer to her.

If it were her getting married today, one thing was sure—their father wouldn't have bothered to make the wedding this way. “I have to admit,” Jericho said after a while, bringing her out of her reverie, “When I was standing there, saying my vows… I hesitated.” Jericho looked down. Jessica turned her attention to him. “Why?” Jericho sighed. “Because, at that moment, doubts crept in. I wondered if I was making the right choice.”

she asked. "Momma," Jericho called. Rhezi shook her head. She doesn't know what to think after what she had witnessed. All she knew was that she's miserably hurt.

Jarvis replied. Jericho picked up pretty quickly but he didn't say anything. “Jericho?” I said. “Ah, love, how are you?” He replied. “I’m actually on my way to meet with Bartholomew. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s about to give me the information I need regarding who he reports to within The Academy. I have a favor though.” I said. “Anything for you, love.” Jericho replied.