Jonathan Davis Obx Novels & Stories

He never knew how the issue was handled until to date when he saw a new phone . He decided to call his father immediately . After a long conversation . He felt relaxed . His father explained everything to him and he believed him . To his Dad that was a small issue but to Mr Davian it needed a little seriousness . He took his shower and changed into a black suit . This depicted seriousness and he was ready for anything . Queen James had finished her preparation and they headed for breakfast . Mr Davian noticed something weird about the wall of the elevator . It smelt human blood yet it was all sparkling clean .

XAVIER’S POV The seconds between 7:59 and 8:00 had felt like entire decades. I had never been that restless in my entire life, not even before championship finals. When I finally pressed the call button, my hands were trembling. Davis picked up almost instantly, his voice clipped and professional, like someone who had nothing but facts stored behind his tongue. “Hello, this is Davis, your private investigator and tech guy.” It grounded me a little, but my chest still felt tight.

“Something that happened this morning. I am going to need a few minutes to say it correctly because it has not yet finished arriving in me.” The room was completely still. “The man in the photograph. My father. James Obi. You know his name because his name is in the combined development program and in the regulatory approval document and in the clause Addo carried in a safety deposit box for thirty-two years. I told you he died in 2003. Before the statute. Before the combined development program produced the Obi-1 compound. Before any of it reached its destination.” She paused. “He did not die in 2003,” she said.

' 'Isn't that what you want to hear now? Jones Davis paused: 'I ...' 'Jones Davis, can you wake up? He has abandoned you for other women. Why are you still clinging to him now? ' 'Is he so good? It's worth remembering. ' 'Jones Davis, Jones Davis, what am I going to say about you? What exactly do you see in him? ' 'There are so many good men in this world, do you have to catch him?' Jones Davis was scared to tears when he listened to his series of attacks.

He will now know what truly I became in these three years. I am looking at the person I despise the most walking towards me. It feels like my own past,from our birth to Cayden's death is stepping to me. He has gained weight,his hair is now white - the sign of getting old,his confidence hasn't changed. His arrogance and attitude are perfectly revealed in his walk itself. He is Jonathan Davis. I thought he will be surprised to know that I'm still alive. But he wasn't. As if the sky spoke to him, he understood what has happened just by looking at both of us together.

"Davis and his mother spent five years ensuring I felt entirely powerless. I'm just returning the favor with interest." "And what about the sports car that was idling outside the estate last night?" Marcus asked, his expression turning instantly into stone. "My security team confirmed the plates belonged to Davis's personal collection. He’s circling the perimeter like a dying wolf." My fingers tightened around my tablet. The memory of his pathetic, weeping face on the wet asphalt outside the clinic flashed through my mind, but it didn't stir a single drop of pity in my heart.

Olivia shook her head slowly, her eyebrows furrowed, her hands pulling at her hair. “I think that’s enough for today,” Gabe growled. He stood and pulled Olivia up. “She still needs to have a medical examination,” Ethan told him, “but you can leave after it’s done.” Odis walks over and lets Doctor James in. “I’ll make it as quick as possible Olivia,” Doctor James says warmly. “If you’ll excuse us,” Doctor James says to all of us. Odis is the first one up and leads the Deltas outside. “I’ll see you later,” I tell Ethan and I follow after Odis.

"He’s probably hiding. After everything he did, I don't think he can look any of us in the eye. Especially not you and Jax." I looked at the empty spot where Davis usually stood. Part of me felt angry at what he had done; the spying, the video, the lies. But another part of me felt a little sad. He had thrown away his own career just to help his brother get revenge. "Well," I said, putting my water bottle down. "If he’s not here, he’s not here. We can't worry about him anymore. We have a trophy to win." "That's the spirit!" Toby cheered, hitting my shoulder pad with his glove.

"Ah, shit! The old man kicked it?" Besides Wyck, and Jonah himself, Davis was the sole individual who knew the circumstances that had led a poor kid from hollers of the Southwest Virginia mountains to end up at Old Miss on a full ride scholarship. Wyck, with mediocre football skills, cash to burn, and a chip on his shoulder as large as the mountains he was from, had taken that boon and turned himself into a new man. One that set out to ruin the man who'd exiled him there – Jonah Carrington.