Jojo X Novels & Stories

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Jo smirked. “What is?” Maddox snuck in behind us. “Seriously! How do you do that?” Jo jumped a mile in the air. She looked at him like she was going to claw his eyes out. “It’s a gift. Watching training?” “Just the sun rise. Didn’t see anything worth looking at down there.” I teased as I looked up at him. Maddox rolled his eyes and walked inside. “I’m showering.” “Need a hand?” Jo yelled and smiled at me.

he mumbled under his breath and followed Joxan to the bed, where Jessica was already fast asleep. Plopping down beside him, Oasis chatted away, “Boss, is your arm still hurting? I feel way better now! Honestly, I didn’t think you’d donate blood to my daddy. Thank you! You probably don’t even realize it, but I love you more and more!” With that, Oasis threw himself at Joxan in a sudden hug. Joxan scowled and stretched out a leg to kick him away. “Shut up! Be quiet. You’re so noisy,” he said, annoyed, as if trying to distance himself—but not too hard.

Theo demands, his voice ragged. The world crashes back in. I turn my head to glance over at Theo, who has a sobbing Brooke cradled in his arms. The other recruits on the practice field have circled around us, curious as to what’s going on. Jax jerks his head up, looking over at Theo as I feel his body stiffen. I wince as he lifts his wadded up t-shirt from where he’s pressed it against my wounds, craning his neck to survey the damage. “Pretty sure it’s just soft tissue,” he says, his eyes flickering to mine again before he looks back up at Theo. “It’s already healing.”

However, her words were only audible to herself. At the far back, Roxanne was only glaring in the direction of the watch lady. Her foot was still sore from the weight of the bottle, but she couldn’t tell anyone about it. She probably failed to think of a way to make it seem sexy—having a wine bottle fall on her foot was never sexy. No one would mewl at the pain radiating from such a thing.

I love the guy, but he’s acting like a brat. I hear the door open and smell JoJo before I even see her. I sit up. “Hey, JoJo.” Her eyes travel over my bare chest. She closes the door behind her and pulls off her top. Confused, I ask, “What are you doing?” “I’m tired of feeling disconnected from my mates. I’m tired of being alone when I’m surrounded by the men I love. I want to feel connected to you.” Her pants come off next. Then her bra. Her panties.

“Hey, Luca.” I pressed my eyes shut, tightly when I heard Jojo’s voice. I turned to see her in a body fit tight and crop top, jogging up to us. I dropped the dumbbells and stretched my legs. “What are you doing here, Jojo?” I asked her. “Aren’t you supposed to be training the young shewolves?”

“Yeah. Come celebrate with me and Scars and Keira. Wolf will be there too and a few other guys, I’m sure. Kansas said something about coming over, and maybe Jinx.” “But – you don’t even know me,” Jo said. “Isn’t Christmas for family?” “Jesus Christ, woman,” Zoe said in mock exasperation. “Haven’t you been listening to a damn word that I’ve been saying?” “Ummm… I think I have.”

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Under guest-right, the rogues held the floor. “So speak,” Xavier said. “You have one chance to make this easy.” The older rogue nodded, then gestured. A door opened, and a woman stepped through. Alive. Shaken. Pale. But standing. The relief hit Xavier so hard it made his chest ache. Jo didn’t run to them. She walked carefully, like she’d learned not to make sudden moves. But her eyes found Xavier’s, then Ronan’s, then Abel’s, and she swallowed like she was holding herself together by will alone.