Jojo Mcdodd Novels & Stories

Shadow commented before I’m assuming he went to get Darien. “ALPHA!” Silvercloud shouted, bursting into my room. I turned and raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you seriously just walk into my room without knocking?” I questioned. “What, you do it to me all the time,” he snorted. I rolled my eyes. “What do you want?” I questioned. “I got the information back you wanted on Moors. He’s dirty. He was accepting bribes to allow illegal hunting on your private property,” he said, holding up his tablet.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

He often joked that a bonus of being around a lot of sweaty jocks was that he could see what they were working on within the showers. Amy Moss was a new arrival, a typical redhead girl, whose hair appeared more orange given to freckles on her pale face and gray eyes that often fogged via allergy season and she easily got a stuffy nose when pollen got the better of her. She was much taller than most of the group and often was self-conscious about her increasing height. She had been from the Midwest and never liked talking about her life there. She seemed happy enough to come to Temperance and lived in a four-bedroom house on the main street with her father and three older brothers. Her mother

I felt his body stiffen in surprise, his muscles tensing like stone as he was taken aback by the unexpected embrace. But I refused to let go, my arms wrapped around him like a vice, holding him close as if I'd never let him go again. His fists clenched at his sides as if he struggled to restrain himself from reciprocating the embrace. But then, like a balm to his soul, my name fell from my lips: "Aria…” I whispered “Aria Marie Ashwood is my name." The sound seemed to shatter his reserve, his body loosening, his tension easing as if the mere mention of my name was a soothing balm.

“Why the hell would you be calling so fucking early in the morning,” I didn’t even check the screen before I answered, wanting to end the call to bury my head in the pillow again. “Hello?” I muttered, voice thick with sleep. “Good morning, is this Ms. Mia Romanov?” My eyes cracked open slowly. “Yes…” “This is Joana calling from Lockwood Enterprises. I told you that I would be rescheduling yesterday.” Now, if I needed a cup of coffee to wake up as an initial, this did the job for me.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

I said, just as we heard the shower turn off. “That’s my cue. Love you.” Jo squeezed my arm. “Is it bad that I’m team pregnancy?” “Dude…” Pushing her, she smiled at me as I shut the bedroom door. Maddox opened the door, making all the steam shoot out. “Did I hear voices?” “Jo dropped off the drinks and projector.” Maddox nodded and went back to the bathroom. Cracking open a Dr. Pepper, I desperately needed something sweet. Unfortuantly, Maddox walked out in that moment in only a towel. My eyes got distracted with the water running down his chest that I forgot how to swallow.

we all need. Totally lost in the sensation of fucking, I finally noticed that Jo was shuddering and gurgling. Pete kept fucking her mouth, "She's cumming...oh god, Rob...fuck'r...fuck'r...yeah...yeah...yeah...fuck'r hard...split her in two...fuckin' split her in two!" Jodi collapsed over the chaise, catching her breath with a sexy, just-fucked expression, "Well, that was hot...definitely WMD...it's WMD amazing!"

“Keep going.” Leandro’s voice sped up, his hands gesturing wildly. “So Ricky called me back and said he talked to our cousin in Atlanta, Joey. Joey’s tight with Jameston, right? Turns out Jameston’s been laid up for weeks, in physical therapy because of some crash. Joey and Jameston had a chat, and Joey called Ricky and told him Jameston’s retiring and done with the game. Then Ricky called me, and I said, ‘Damn, that’s wild,’ and I slipped—total accident, swear to God—and mentioned you’re crashing at my place in Athens. I didn’t know Ricky would blab to Joey, and Joey’s got a big mouth, and somehow it got to someone who told Don Hugo. I didn’t mean for this, Aidan!”

I approached him slowly, my recorder running. “You called?” I said. He nodded, but didn’t stand. Just shifted his weight like the bench might eat him. “Talk,” I said. He sniffed. “Jax Maddox is not who people think he is. The media loves their sad little stories, but they don’t know what he did. How he cut off his mother after she raised him. After she begged him to help.” “He has a mom?” I raised my tone, feigning surprise. He scoffed, “don’t try playing games with me. I worked at one of the hospitals where she was referred to,” he said, his voice a little too rehearsed. “She was broke. Sick. Said her son wouldn’t return her calls or come to visit.”