Ragatha X Jax Novels & Stories

the driver said in a deep voice with no apology in his voice nor rush. Mara blinked. The man in the front seat was new, he had broad shoulders straining the seams of a black suit, short dark hair still damp from the rain, jawline sharp enough to make you second guess staring too long. His eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, ver steady and unreadable, the color of dark espresso. She clicked the belt without breaking eye contact. “You’re not Marcus.” “Marcus is out sick. I’m Jax. Started today.” “Jax.” She let the name hang for a second. “Drive. I need to be at the tower in twenty-five minutes.”

Jack spoke up from across the room, his arm around his girlfriend, Karma. "Since when are you the boss of me?" Margaux shot back. Heather, the cheer co-captain and Margaux's best friend, spoke up to break the tension. "Alright, let's all calm down, yeah?" We both settled into our seats, before Flynn suggested a game of 'Never Have I Ever.' Everyone picked up a cup I could tell contained something alcoholic. I looked at the beer in my own cup. I'd only tried alcohol once, and it ended badly.

I turned around, a sigh of relief leaving my chest at the sight of Agatha riding securely on the back of Jax’s massive brown wolf form. She looked furious, her hair wildly out of place. “Malik! I should have figured you were behind this,” she snapped, adjusting her shawl the second Jax lowered his body to let her slide off. “This is practically kidnapping!” ‘Thank you, Jax,’ I conveyed through our Mind link. My beta gave a respectful incline of his head and padded away to shift back into his clothes. “I needed to talk to you,” I told Agatha, stepping closer to her. “So I had him go fetch you.”

She swallowed the big lump of food, and swivelled to stare straight up at Jaxon. His eyes weren't silver, but obsidian black. His jaw was clenched, his muscles tense and rigid. "Excuse me?" A low growl rumbled from him, as he narrowed his eyes. "I can tell someone has kissed you. If only I could smell exactly who did it under all that artificial shit you wear," he spat. Juliette subconsciously smiled. It worked! "Perhaps its yourself you smell, idiot." Juliette just couldn't help herself. Jaxon slammed his palm against the metal table, sending the salad flying. The bang caught everyone's attention immediately.

he exclaimed. “Rhygher ?” I repeated the name in surprise. “But who is Rhygher ?” I wondered. “We need to finish up this business here quickly and get back to the pack house soon. We can’t afford to endanger our identities to an unknown, powerful enemy,” Jax said and we nodded in agreement. Suddenly, we heard the echo of snapping sounds and torture cries from the western flank and all heads turned towards Jax. “WHAT ? I just wanted to have some fun,” he childishly defended himself and I couldn’t help myself from smiling at his childlike, mischievous behaviour.

“The last client just walked out a few minutes ago. It’s lights out downstairs now.” “Good. Thanks, Jax.” “Yeah,” he replied then glanced at me. “Is this the newbie?” Sahid frowned at him. “She’s my guest, Jax. Good night.” “Yeah,” he said and hurried away. “Who’s that?” I asked. “That’s Jax. He works for me and he’s been here almost as long as I have been. His mother was one of my mother’s girls. She died of a terrible illness when Jax and I were little boys. My mother kept him here and raised him like a nephew.”

Or at least, that’s what I told myself when I booked private sessions with Jax Rivera. He stood across the matte black floor, arms crossed over his massive chest, watching me with dark, assessing eyes. At thirty-two, Jax looked like he was carved from stone, broad shoulders, ripped abs visible under a tight black tank, powerful arms covered in tattoos, and legs like tree trunks. His short black hair was cropped tight, jaw sharp, and those hazel eyes missed nothing. “Sophia,” he said, voice deep and commanding. “You’re late. Two minutes.”

Water streamed off his short-cropped hair and down his sharp jaw. “Mia? Open up, darlin’... my truck died a mile back and my phone’s toast!” Her pulse jumped. She hadn’t seen him in years. She unbolted the heavy oak door. Jax stepped inside, shaking water from his powerful frame like a soaked panther. “Jesus, it’s coming down like the end times out there. Thanks for not leaving me to drown.” Mia closed the door, suddenly hyper-aware of how little she was wearing. “Jax… damn. You look good. All grown up and… built.”

“Thanks.” He nodded once. “Name’s Jax.” “Stella.” I climbed into the warm cab of his truck, shivering. The silence between us felt heavy. Charged.As he drove through the pouring rain, I stole glances at him. Strong jaw. Rain dripping from his hair. Large, capable hands on the wheel. And when he looked over at me, eyes lingering on the way my wet blouse clung to my breasts, something low and dangerous sparked to life inside me.

The dangly gold earrings moved as she got up and walked towards us. “Reese.” She sated with a smile on her face. A smile that I would pay millions to see. A smile that would light up my world in a second. A smile that would make my hatred and anger all disappear but all that would be left were my feelings for her. “Reina. Meet Jax, American Ma-“ “Mafia boss, trust me I know a lot about that and him and his ruthless methods. Nice to meet you… Jax.” “His men. Felix and Ang-“