Novel & Cerita Tom X Jake Fanart

Sensibly, Jake turned and left the office, closing the door behind him. "Why didn't you make me revoke the order?" Raymond scrutinized Xander. "You've already made up your mind. I believe you have your reasons. I don't need to say much." Seeing how compliant and calm Xander was naturally eased Raymond's heart. "Come here." Xander approached him. The pastel paper depicted a drawing of an authoritative commander leading an army. "Now that you've decided to return to Fulton Group, you can't waver because of a woman. Jake is capable.

Even in their own territory, these men lived like they were under siege. She found Jax in his office, hunched over maps and photographs spread across his scarred oak desk. His long dark hair fell in waves past his shoulders, and in the lamplight, she could see the intricate tattoos that covered his muscled forearms—Celtic knots intertwined with images of skulls, roses, and script she couldn't quite make out. He'd removed his kutte, leaving him in just a black t-shirt that stretched taut across his broad chest and powerful shoulders.

"I'm merely stating. More tortured flower art would be beneficial to the world. We conversed. and conversed. Jake was surprisingly pleasant company. His vibe was different from Dante's, it was more subdued and less intense. He continued to respond with those one-word, icy responses, but he didn't feel... guarded. At least not entirely.

“I’m warning you right now. Never show your face in my life ever again. Stay away from me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t look at me. Don’t even breathe in my direction. I want nothing to do with you.” “Tara, please,” Xavier begged, and I could see tears forming in his eyes. “I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But please, just let me explain why I did it.” “I don’t care why you did it,” I said sharply. “I truly love you,” Xavier continued, his voice breaking. “I’ve been in love with you for so long. And I knew, I knew that if you found out it was me, you’d reject me. You’d never give me a chance. So I created Jake because I thought if you could get to know the real me, the person I am inside, w

Using a single bullet each, I take them all out. I watch as Xavier runs from the forest, heading in the direction of Jax. He smiles as he sees a series of orange marks all over Jax. "Dude, you're not actually dead. They're just paintballs." "Ah, that may be true, but my pride is still injured."

Jace said, smiling. I offered him a small smile and took a step back. “I'm so sorry for worrying you, Jace,” I said. He gasped dramatically. “She knows my name.” I couldn't help but smile. “And Jaxon. And you too, Jackson. As you can see, I'm fine. No one kidnapped me. I'm in one piece. I did say I would come back when I wanted to.” “We should have listened,” Jackson said, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. His arm was folded over his chest and I saw a tattoo that resembled that of a wolf.

He stood and made to go for Xavier again but I rushed and stood in between them. “You need to stop this right now Jake. Xavier is going to tear you apart from limb to limb if you continue this way” “It’s been a long time since I actually tore someone apart for sport. He can come and have a taste if he’s so curious” Xavier taunted. “You think I’m scared of you, huh? You think so?” Jake continued. I knew him well enough to recognize the struggle playing out behind his stoic façade. But before I could decide to utter a word, Xavier spoke out