Tryst Jackson Ms Novels & Stories

He queried. Amber simply grumbled and I couldn’t help the slight laugh that escaped my lips at the sound. “That good huh?” Tristan smiled. “Well, I’m glad you all had a good night. I have a meeting with Damian and Jackson this morning, and then I have to head into town to see Michelle, do you want to come. We can grab lunch while we’re out?” Tristan asked and I nodded, liking the idea although I couldn’t help but notice Freya’s small scowl out of the corner of my eye, and I figured she hadn’t made any headway with getting Damian to talk to her. I wondered what was holding him up.

"I'm sorry I didn't offer you any of my food. It's been so long I had something nice. You see those people at the plaza....they are so rude. They don't deserve any help." Tristan moved forward in his seat. "What help are you talking about?" "Yes. They are all under a threat by the guy you seek. Jasper Milton." "I see. Now you have to tell me all I need to know about this man. Where is Jasper Milton?" "Philadelphia." The woman replied without any hesitation and Tristan almost froze in his seat. Philadelphia? His birthplace? The orphanage he grew up at....was in Philadelphia. He looked away, his eyes on the floor. "Philadelphia." He repeated. "I will really kill him. Of all places...why there?

There was a pause, thick with silence and the weight of unspoken fear. “You’re not,” Jaxon said finally, his voice more gentle. “You’re preparing to bring her back. The difference is survival.” Triston didn’t respond. His fist uncurled slowly, weakly, before he flexed it again in frustration. The pain was there. The truth was there. But so was the fire in his chest—the unbearable heat of rage and longing. “I want the horses saddled by morning,” he said at last, voice like iron scraped over stone. “And the men ready to move by nightfall.”

Travis Jackson linked me while I was helping Lyla out of the bath, her cast wrapped in plastic and hanging out of the tub. She had insisted she could do it herself, but I wouldn't let her. I helped her into the tub with her leg propped on the side and left her alone to bathe. When she called me I was ready. "Travis, I need you at the north side border!" Jackson said frantically. Shit! I helped Lyla to the bed and quickly handed her a robe. "Jackson needs me at the border." I told her giving her a quick kiss.

Jackson lunged, and I jumped between them, pushing both away with whatever strength I had left. “It’s you,” Jackson snarled at him, his voice vibrating with loathing. “Who can never have her back.” Tristan’s face twisted, and before either of them could say another word, he turned sharply and stormed out of the ruined hallway. The silent rage in the way he walked was enough to promise chaos. Later. I let out a shaky breath, and my knees gave way. But before I fell, I landed in firm arms. Jackson’s arms. “Oh moon… what’s going on?” Nyra’s voice cut through the mess. She rushed over, shock etching her face as her eyes trailed from the broken door to Jackson carrying me like I weighed nothing.

“Where to Ms. Jackson?” “1221 North Place Ave., Trentwood, Aurenda.” “Jackson Industries?” “You know it?” “Who wouldn’t! They’re ruthless when it comes to business. How did you end up working for them?” “Well Mr. Gray, as my last name is Jackson, it’s only right that I work there.” “You’re the Senior Jackson?” “You catch on rather quickly Mr. Gray. Yes, that’s me, however, don’t put me in the same category as them, in terms of their ruthless behavior.”

It's also tiring when you have a lot of problems and things to think about. “So, this woman named Bree. She appeared in your dream, right? She's your new secretary?” Trisha jotted down notes on the paper she held in her hand. Those were details Jackson had told her, just for record purposes. Jackson nodded. He didn't like that she was involved in his personal life, but he had to tell Trisha. He trusted her. But, of course, he left out the part where he was irritated by that woman for no reason. “What is she to you?” Trisha asked bluntly. She even cocked her head to one side and waited for Jax's reaction. She didn't expect him to answer her question. She knew he would deny it.

“If you want your freedom, fly.” I smile, holding my hands open to give him a chance to get away. When he doesn't move, I throw the bird in the air. Weak, he can barely fly, having spent so much time as my pet that he has forgotten what it means to be free. We all watch him sputter, unable to gain altitude, crying weakly at the open windows above, unable to find the strength to fly higher than a few feet above our heads. Slowly, I reach down and pick up Tristan’s crossbow. I aim for the bird and release the arrow. Striking him directly in his heart, he falls from above me with a bloody thump.

Miklos spoke again. “I’m not working with anyone,” Trudy grimaced tossing her hair over her shoulder. “All I want is to spend the rest of my life on my knees with my face buried in Magda’s sweet, innocent pussy.” She glared at the window, “you better not have fucked this up for us Ares and your mother better not be involved because I won’t miss next time.” Ares felt Jake pulling him back from the door between the two rooms and Ajax was cursing as he tried to block both Ares and Darya from going into the other space.

"Check it out. I'm cured." Riley's mouth flatlined. "That was some ointment Mara applied." Tristan strode in wearing red flannel pajama pants, no shirt, and went straight to the mini bar in the corner. He poured several fingers of Jameson into three glasses and handed one to Riley and Brady before downing his own. After pouring another, Tristan leaned against the desk facing them. "Think we're dreaming, too? Perhaps you and Kaida pulled us into your messed up dreamland."