Windbreaker Jay Novels & Stories

Or was it because your heart had already recognized the wrong person? After I let out all the resentments I had been hiding for years, my heart suddenly felt lighter. Simon's face went pale, then dark. He opened his mouth, but after a long time, he still couldn't force out a word. I said nothing else. I simply picked up my purse and stood up. "Janice!" Simon yelled as he grabbed my wrist. "No, I don't agree with this breakup! You promised me! You said you'd marry me!" His grip was too tight, and I could feel the pain in my wrist due to his strength.

The Dubai sun poured golden light over the sleek terminal as Fedora stepped through the arrival gates of DXB International Airport. Her eyes scanned the sea of travelers and chauffeurs holding signs, until a familiar voice called out. “Fedora!” Beauty Carpenter waved, radiant in oversized sunglasses and a flowing cream jumpsuit. Beside her stood him—Jay. Fedora’s breath caught, a stutter of something she couldn’t name pulsing beneath her ribs. Jay or... Jason, as he was now known—smiled gently. He was dressed in a simple navy polo and beige slacks. His beard was neatly trimmed, his eyes still the same deep, stormy grey she once knew… or thought she did.

All he could think was that Ivy was still inside! He tried to charge into the mansion, but several people held him back. "Jason, calm down! You'll die if you go in!" "We've already called the cops! The rescue teams are on their way!" "She'll be fine!" Jason's eyes were bloodshot, locked on the sea of fire. "Get lost!" He had no idea where that surge of strength came from, but he broke free from the crowd and charged toward the flames. "Jason!" Boom! Another violent explosion.

The wind was blowing hard on Tuesday morning, the morning temperature was quite cold. The sky was not clear, gray clouds filled most of the blue sky like thick dust covering the television screen. The morning was a bit cloudy. Evie had been preparing since dawn, she stuffed what she needed into her backpack. Notebook, stationery, small towels, spare clothes, and some headache medicine. The headache medicine is just a backup. When tired, sometimes a headache whack. As usual she made time for breakfast with Olivia and her mother, the table made of thick glass was crowded with large plates of toast and bowls of cereal.

Appearance: • Muscular, gritty build with an intimidating physical presence; 5’11” tall. • Sharp, aggressive features: a perpetually clenched jaw, eyes that burn through people, usually under a furrowed brow. • Buzzed hair, some stubble—never fully clean-shaven. • Always in dark, fitted clothes—leather jacket, boots, a chain; carries himself like he’s untouchable. • His voice is low, coarse, and threatening, even when “calm.” Name: Jackson Reyes Prefers to be called: Jax Age: 32

The sound of the pedestrian bridge marking was active, provoking a brief smile from the tall, long-legged man. Jay has the perfect proportions that male models who grace magazine covers usually have the ‘Men of The Year’ title. Unfortunately, he believes everything that flashes is annoying, such as the blinkers. One of the reasons Jay thinks his choice to do activities under the sun is the right thing, even if it's against the rules.

“Just do me a favor. Let us know when you’re going to start shooting so we can get out of the way.” Unbelievably, a slight grin tugged at her lips. “Thanks,” she whispered as she slid the weapon into the pocket of her windbreaker. Logically she knew she wasn’t any safer now than she had been minutes ago, but the feel of the gun in her hand helped anyway. The dizziness receded and her heart eased to a slower pace. Jaymes, who’d been standing quietly beside them, spoke up. “A man with guts enough to arm a woman can’t be all bad. You’ll need this for the tight spots.” She, too, held out something.

Then, lightning struck and Jay Drago’s courtyard was illuminated as well as Jay’s face. There was coldness, anger, and also an aura of death on his face. As the president of the fraternity, Jay had been looking down on everyone for more than ten years. He had never suffered any disadvantages, let alone have someone dare to smash his place! “Who did it?” Jay let out a deep roar from his chest. It sounded like a growl of a tiger. “It’s me.” Suddenly! A cold voice came from outside the courtyard. Then, a man in a windbreaker appeared at the door. He had a cigarette dangling from his lips. Poof! Theo opened the black umbrella himself and covered the rain falling on Philip’s head.

“No. You stay. I’ll bring him back.” “No.” I took another step, jaw clenched. “You are not going alone.” A breath passed between us—too quiet, too sharp. He didn’t argue again. Just turned and kept walking. We moved through the foyer, past the confused stares of a few pack members still lingering. Outside, the air was sharp, the moon hidden behind thick clouds. Jayden opened the trunk of his car, reached in, and pulled out a shirt—black, worn, and clearly folded and stashed there for emergencies.

He seemed to think they weren't worth the risk. Jay was already on his chopper when I emerged from the bar-come-restaurant, the matt black machine having been built by his own hands. He was extremely proud of it, as he should be. The thing was a beast! My Yamaha, on the other hand, was sleek and smooth and silver. I had threatened to paint it pink in one of my girlie phases, but Jay had pitched such a fit that I quickly abandoned the idea.