Pomni X Jax Ship Novels & Stories

It was just the family. "It’s too big," Mia commented, shading her eyes with her sunglasses. "If pirates attack, clearing all those decks will take at least twenty minutes." "Pirates?" Kian wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist. "Mia, the hull is reinforced with military-grade titanium. If pirates ram it, their boat will shatter like glass." Jackson stood at the bottom of the boarding ramp, looking incredibly relaxed in a linen shirt and chinos. Serenity stood beside him, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat and a flowing white summer dress.

Exalia’s POV In the heat of the moment, Alex sprung to feet immediately, as alert as ever. His voice was low and hard, when he called on Ryk and Dane. “Ryk,Dane, get the others ready. Exalia and Tasha, please do well to come with me, so we find out what they want.” The biggest of the pirate ship positioned in front of our ship and one of the men brought out a chain, and used it to hook our ship.

In all my years of living, I Mark Norman, have never seen such disrespect. "Quickly, land the boats, and apprehend those two!" Mark Norman snarled as he pointed towards the shore. At the beach, Dohana stared at the ships and noticed something familiar. The words on the boats wrote. 'La Paris.' Seeing this, Dohana's face turned to that of horror as she staggered back in fright. Jake noticed as he grabbed her back. "Dohana, what's wrong?" Dohana came back to her senses and glanced at Jake, then pointed to the ships.

The front door of the packhouse swings open again- Brock’s the last to arrive, stepping inside with a guy who looks to be a few years older than him, presumably his beta. “What’s going on?” he asks, running a hand through his wavy shoulder-length hair and eyeing the rest of us with suspicion. I suppose it would be a mindfuck to get an ominous call for an emergency meeting and walk into a cheerful celebration. “Jax and Quinn are mates,” Reid supplies. “You owe me fifty bucks.”

The cruise ships lowered ramps, and hordes of passengers came ashore. The military vessels arrived, some berthing and others hovering in offshore guard formation. Then came Amera, identified by the secondary flag designed with stars on blue and red strips underscored by the ship’s name. Bjorn eased to the surface and stood still, supported by the strength of his short spiny legs. Let Dad see and know that his son was sturdy enough to travel in Below without taking to the air.

He pulled her out into the storm, the freezing rain immediately stinging her face and pinning her dark curls to her cheeks. The physical strength of the wind was immense, but Julian didn't stagger. He pulled her flush against his side, shielding her body with his larger frame as he guided her toward the shadow of a massive, rusting cargo ship—the Gorgon, flying a faded Panamanian flag. Under the blinding floodlights of the pier, a dozen men in dark oilskins were frantically operating heavy forklifts, moving unmanifested wooden crates into the belly of the ship. Standing at the base of the gangway, shouting orders over the roar of the wind, was Dominic Vance.

“I got a guy who might buy it. Problem is, he’s not exactly the ‘friendly neighborhood merchant.’ More like a shark.” Matteo snorted. “That sounds promising.” Jax grinned. “You know me. Always full of great ideas.” Matteo shook his head, a small smile breaking through. “I don’t know how you keep your spirits up.” “Because I’ve got you to drag down,” Jax joked. Matteo laughed, the sound raw but real. “Alright, let’s hear this plan.” Jax sat back down, pulling out a crumpled map. “Tomorrow night, we meet my guy near the docks. Quiet place, no cops, no surprises. You bring the pouch. I bring backup.”

He set his coffee mug down on the desk with a tiny click. "Thank you for your hospitality, Damien," Jax said, his voice even and polite. "I will speak to Ronan as soon as I get back to the Voss Pack." He paused, smoothing down the front of his shirt as he stood up from the leather chair. "I will be leaving first thing tomorrow morning, by the way, so as to speak to Ronan as soon as possible. We don't have much time to waste." Damien gave a short, respectable nod, his features softening just a bit as the heavy aura faded. "It was nice having you here, Jax. Have a safe trip back to the North."

In Daniel's estimation, there must be thirty armed men patrolling it day and night, aside from the ship's crew. Caroline wasn’t playing games this time. She had been plotting this for a while. By now, Jaxon and John were already out at sea, moving toward that ship in complete silence. They left even before Alex did, using a stealth vessel Rupert’s men had arranged. And if everything went as planned, they should be aboard already—or close to the ship.

"Currently docked at Berth 54." "That’s why the Queens apartment was empty," I realize. "Orlov was the distraction on the ground. The real command center is floating. They’re mobile. They hit, they move, they vanish into international waters." It’s brilliant. I hate them for it, but I respect the strategy. It’s clean. It keeps the assets off American soil where I have eyes everywhere. "Pull the manifest," I say. "I want to know who’s on that ship." "It’s a bulk carrier," Wong says, accessing the port authority database. "Crew of twenty-two. Mostly Russian nationals. Captain is a guy named Dymov."