Jojo Mcdodd Novels & Stories

“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.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

All that had remained of their shared night was an indentation in his pillow, and the faint scent of rose bubble bath from the previous night’s wild, abandoned frolics in the massive tub. That had hurt, to be sure, but Jo had gamely shaken it off as she packed up all of her earthly possessions in her rental car, and made her way to Denver. After one interview with Wolf Connor, the sexiest-slash-scariest man she’d ever met in the flesh, she’d accepted the job offer on the spot – all the while totally unaware that Silver was a fully patched-in member of The Road Devils MC.

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And not only does it smell amazing, but it tastes just as good. Everyone’s chatting happily as they start to dig into the meal, but I still haven’t heard a peep out of Jade. It’s a little bit funny, considering she’s the most outgoing of Jax’s three sisters- she keeps looking over at Theo and blushing, responding to him like a typical fifteen-year-old girl and quietly swooning. “You two live up at the squad complex as well?” Jax’s mom asks, looking to Theo and Brooke. Theo’s got a mouthful of baked chicken, so Brooke responds for the both of them.

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.”