Jordan Kent Dc Novels & Stories

she said. "Thank you May," I said and left the room suddenly feeling awkward. I walked down to the training room and Creed and Jordan were fighting each other. Jordan had thick black curly hair. He looked like the youngest of his brothers with his soft features. He grinned as he moved to strike Creed and Creed blocked and took him down to the ground capturing his arm behind his back. Jordan began tapping on the mat. "Okay okay, you win. I yield... I'll never call you an old man again," he yelped in pain while Creed applied pressure to his arm.

They thought it would be an easy fight, yet surprisingly, they were vanquished by Jordan in a few rounds. Jordan dropped the two bodyguards on the floor and lunged at Randy. Randy panicked and said, "Do you know who I am? My father is Keaton, head of City Construction. I will ruin you if you dare to touch me!" The only response he got was a rain of fists.

I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Jordan stepped out of the darkness. He wasn't wearing a suit. He wasn't wearing a shirt. In the moonlight, he looked like a god of war. His chest was broad, sculpted with muscle and scarred from old battles. Sweat glistened on his skin, as if he had been running—or hunting. His eyes were glowing. Not a flicker. Solid, molten gold. "I... I was just taking a walk," I stammered, backing away.

Jordan continued, "I'm currently Jordan. The Lancaster family and the Grey family don't have any connections. It's not convenient for me to get involved. I might get exposed." Cade looked at him in shock. Just how thick was this guy's skin to make him work for him? He disappeared before, which was one thing, but now that he's back, he's asking for help. "Do you think you're doing a good job?" Jordan said, "Apart from Paul, nobody recognized me yet. He only figured it out because I lost my composure around him.” Even Calista didn't recognize him. She even kissed him without any hesitation. At this thought, his happiness from receiving the gift vanished in an instant.

Three minutes later, Jordan took the elevator to the top floor with his colleagues. As soon as he saw Kensley, he cursed angrily. He seemed to wish he could kick Kensley down the rooftop, “Kensley Leach, you ungrateful thing. I treated you so well in vain. How could you do such a crazy thing? You want to use me to kill Mr. Carter. You are so vicious.” I restrained the furious Jordan and signaled him not to pressure Kensley anymore. After all, his life was worthless. Even if he was forced to jump off the building, it was just one ant less in the world.

He didn’t even acknowledge her or ask for help. “Young Miss Gwen, don’t worry, Joshua won’t be able to leave so easily. He’ll be on your knees begging for your help eventually.” Jordan comforted her. This was a joke! The Donquite family was a celestial family. They had a bunch of skilled fighters who had not made their presence known yet. They would not be intimidated by a mere bomb. After all, the celestial family had all sorts of tricks up their sleeve.

Jordan on the other hand was trying to figure out what the hell had happened, but he was so smashed he couldn't even stand straight. Dante charged to him, picked him from the ground with the front of his shirt before slamming him into the car nearby, then went in by wiping the dust on the windows using Jordan's head. Shit! Without a second thought, I bolted toward them. If I didn't intervene, Dante was going to kill him. "Dante," I screamed nearing them, but he was worlds away. Jordan let out a pained groan when Dante connected his fist with his jaw, sending him to the ground where he landed with a meaty thunk.

"Wait... no. Actually, Reign, why don't you come with me? You can help me navigate the new security system and unload the fragile boxes." Jordan stepped forward. He wasn't wearing his suit today. He was in a dark, charcoal-grey sweater and simple trousers, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Without the tie, the "Saint" was gone. He looked younger, more predatory. He looked like a man who had finally stopped pretending he was anything other than a wolf in the fold.

For all I know, to them, I was nothing more than a murderer of my own blood and the love of Kayden's life, a member of their 'cabal' and of course, a witch with claws ready to jeopardize everything in my wake. “It’s me, Kennedy, Brandon, Dwight, and Jord. Jord is the one returning home from the UK.” He said softly. I kept quiet for a few seconds contemplating his words. “I have pretty cool friends huh? Dwight is a famous basketballer. You can g****e him up.” He gloated with a grin and I scoffed.