Tom X Tord Novels & Stories

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

“Never say that, honey. Anyway, we were taken to another establishment, ‘WAX’. It’s on the coast. A guy by the name of West runs it. He’s a total slimeball." “Xander West?” I queried, noting Tori’s shock. “Know him, do you?” “He’s my stepbrother. Now estranged.” “I can't blame you for that, honey.” “And that’s obviously an alias. His real name is Alex Rhodes." "Any word on Alpha Thomas?" I asked. "Rita said you had put two and two together.” She put her hands on her hips, looking pleased with herself. “‘Sagittarius’ is Tommy’s new strip club.”

He looked tired, but then again, we all did. “I’ve gone through every lead we have,” he said, dropping a thin folder onto the desk. “Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…”

I look up to see staring at me my like I have just suddenly grow two heads. "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom Xavier." A familiar voice calls and a door I guess is the bathroom open to reveal a very familiar figure tying a towel. Wait isn't that... "Tom" I call out loud. is something wrong with my eyes? Aren't I sober already? "Jerry." He familiar guy chokes, face hitting up. It really is Jordan. Wait....since when did Jordan became gay. He–and Xavier. .. "Its not what you think." Jordan quickly says. My eyes moving between him an Xavier.

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

Creed interrupted him “ Yeah, I actually spoke to grams and she helped me a lot. I can’t let what I did haunt me forever only because I won’t live forever. So we are going to move on from this and be okay..not just for ourselves but for our pack.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly I walk over to the dresser grabbing some clothes. Dropping my towel I start getting dressed. “ Charlotte!!” Alex yelled pushing Creed off the bed and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed from the dresser.

"I am taking care of you." I grumbled under my breath as I followed him to the exclusive boutique. "Xander King?" a man called out. Tommaso Alveordi. Yeah, I don’t think that’s his real name. The man is a hundred percent purebred American. He came forward, his glittery nails sparkling in the studio lights as he reached for Xander to place a kiss on both his cheeks. Xander did not look happy. And that made me feel a little better. Good. He deserved to feel a little uncomfortable.