Jl Banks Novels & Stories

Juliet asks, narrowing her eyes and pointing her fork between Quinn and me. Quinn shrugs, side-eyeing me. “Not long. I just moved up to the complex a few weeks ago, so I’m still settling in and getting to know everyone.” She’s so cool, so nonchalant about the whole thing. Like we’re just passing acquaintances. Maybe I’ve been reading too much into what’s going on between the two of us, building it up into a bigger deal than it is. “Jax hasn’t brought a girl home before,” Jade blurts, and I drop my fork, heaving an exasperated sigh.

Where was Joy with her death glare to put those two in their place? "Zharn," I was grabbing a cocktail when I heard Jax call me. "If it isn't the Alpha himself," I turned around with a grin. "You came late," he said to me. "Really, man. That's what you're saying to your best friend. You haven't seen me in a week," I faked being hurt. "Just so you know, I'm filling in for my father at this event, and I've been spending the past hour talking about shipping deals and cargos."

Mandy Jobe is your desk mate, she said. You know her! Was she’s the only one who didn’t know who Mandy was? No silly, I know her mother, Mrs J. She’s the principal at my school. Her husband is Jabu Jobe the founder of the JJL. He use to be a teacher too, you know. When South Africa attracted international trading, he resigned and started the company. Many did not think he will make it but he did exceptionally well. JJL has has more than a thousand employees and does a lot of charity work.

“He should be glad I didn’t see him, sadly I have to go Leo, there are some debts that I left unpaid and the longer I stay, the more tempted I am to finish what I started” He kissed both my cheeks and I entered the jet. The interior was luxurious, not that I’d expect anything less from Nathan anyways. While I was rich and liked to show off, Nathan was just plain rich. With a tech company and several investments and of course the mafia. He was dilly-dallying in dirty business too, but he was a good person, so he left the mafia to their own devices, but he still gets paid from them every so often. Few minutes later, he walks in and straps into the seat opposite mine.

"I felt every note as if it was talking to me and me alone.” “Sister,” came a voice from behind him making Jake turn with surprise. "Liam," Amity acknowledged, her posture stiffening. "I don't believe you've met Jake Monroe." Jake extended his hand, suddenly understanding the connection. "You're Amity's brother?" "Liam Jenkins," he confirmed, his handshake firm and calculated. "Though most people know us as the Jenkins-Whitmore heirs." The name hit Jake like a physical blow. Jenkins-Whitmore Industries was one of the largest conglomerates in the southern hemisphere, a rival to Monroe Shipping in several markets. His father had complained about their aggressive expansion tactics just last mon