Sing Johnny X Ash Novels & Stories

"That was Ash's thing." "Who is Ash?" Steven asked. Jane felt she needed to honor Ash and teach for her? What else was she doing besides starving herself and living someone else's dream? "Jane's best friend, she died in the crash, too," Mrs. Johns said when I didn't answer. I turned and leaned against the table, feeling around for my cigarette and lighter. I needed a damn smoke, because obviously booze wasn't getting me anywhere other than passed out in my truck. "Take that outside," Mrs. Johns said. "I'll see you tomorrow at work."

For a minute, Asher didn't think that Xavier would say anything else, but Xavier could not be at a loss for words. "That's never stopped you before." Asher chuckled. "Yeah, well, a woman has never been brutally honest with me either." Xavier's head flipped toward Asher, and his eyes widened. "Oh, do tell." Asher chuckled again and shook his head. "Not a chance in Hell." Xavier groaned and threw back the rest of his whiskey, muttering something under his breath that soundly awfully like 'douche-canoe.' Silence fell over the pair, and nothing but the crackling fire filled the void.

“Also, there’s a change in the male lead too. Apparently, Marvin fell sick.” “So who’s the new lead?” I said, glancing at the boys in the room but then the twin doors suddenly opened for the mighty male lead. Donning his proud smile and flaunting that ridiculously sexiness of his. Ash. He was dressed in a cream and brown short sleeved shirt on a pair of perfectly tailored black trousers and chelsea boots. His top three buttons were left open revealing that sturdy chest of his, my wolf drooled over. I forgot how to breathe instantly with each step he took. The sparks kept increasing with every moment.

“It’s about the shipment. One of our guys was ambushed.” Leo lowered the gun slightly but didn’t put it away. “Go on.” Asher took a step closer, his voice steadier now. “John was coming back with the proceeds from washing the counterfeit cash. Donald Abruzzi’s crew hit him on the way. They stole the money. All of it.” Leo’s grip on the gun tightened again, his knuckles white. “Is John dead?” “No,” Asher said quickly. “He got lucky. Took a bullet to the shoulder but managed to escape. He’s at the safehouse now, getting patched up.”

I ask the elder brother who would probably give me an answer that would make sense. “Brother, you want anything to drink? I am pouring you some bourbon.” Asher says as he finds the alcohol Jerold used to drink and pours it into two glasses, “Xena, I would ask you too, but you already have a huge bottle of wine in your hand which is halfway over.” He says with mock pity in his eyes making me glare at him. “We are here because we want to talk to you. Georgina-“ Archer starts calmly but Asher comes barging into the room as he hands the other glass to his brother.

one of the boy’s asked, taking his shirt off. “The new guy,” Jenna replied. “Good morning, Asahd. I see you’re on time. Cool.” “Good morning, everyone,” Asahd greeted and the others replied. “Welcome, dude. I’m Stephan.” “I’m Derrick.” And on and on the presentations went. Asahd was glad they welcomed him in a rather cool manner. “Chose a locker,” Shanon told him. “Thank you.” Asahd put his bag in a locker and took his jacket off. Then his T-shirt.

I was a worthless human being, and I deserved to die in that field. Ash took another drink then wiped his bottom lip with his thumb. “I’m sorry, man. I really am.” “I know you are.” “What’s your next move?” “Get back on my feet. Kill Maddox. It’s pretty simple.” Ash gave a slight nod. “May not be that simple. He’ll expect it.” “Doesn’t make a difference. I’ll get him one way or another.” “You got me and Damien behind you.”

The guy could be following us. Thank God we left Snowie back home. “Jaxon?” I reach to touch his trembling fist. “Jaxon, please talk to me. You're scaring me.” I plead, a hot lump forming in my throat. He shuts his eyes and drops his head on the headrest, his stubbled, hard jaw ticking. I pry his fist open and interlock our fingers, trying to make him relax. It works. “The guy you met…” He swallows thickly, his eyes open, staring into thin air. “Kaar. His real name is Ashkaar. He has that tattoo because he's a seven. They call him The Seven, he's the seventh son of Ishkar Raj-an.”

Dominic asked impatiently. Ash lifted his finger and pointed towards Jax. “Beta Jax.”

Banez threw Johnny a water, followed by a beer, and Johnny slid onto a bench before stretching out his aching muscles. Max tapped away furiously on his phone, probably messaging his pregnant wife back home. Donnie propped up his legs and watched two SAS boys working out in the sun. Crazy British bastards. Slater took a long draw of his beer and settled back, closing his eyes. Johnny glanced worriedly at his usually jovial friend. His call sign had been given to him for good reason—he was named after the jock A.C. Slater in Saved by the Bell and was the quick-witted jokester in the group.