Jackson Teller Harley Davidson Novels & Stories

While Maverick was talking to his mate on the phone I went to our bedroom and had a shower and I got dressed into my pajamas before I came back downstairs and Maverick and Jackson were sitting at the dining table again talking. I joined them and Jackson went to get me a coffee before he sat back down again and I knew that he had something on his mind. "Taylor. I was just telling Maverick about you seeing the Hunters headquarters. The warehouse now." Jackson says. "Yeah." I say.

I sneaked a glance at Jarred; he looked equally curious. "I didn’t come here to ask for your permission, Hank. I’m here to tell you what I will do. I have the authority in Arrow Publishing," Jackson said firmly. Hank chuckled, leaning back slightly. "I am your boss, Jackson," he said, eyes fixed on him. "You’re the CEO, yes, but I’m the owner." He stepped closer, leveling his gaze with Jackson’s. "Don’t you ever disobey me," he warned, and then strode back to his desk.

Christian We waited a few seconds, until Rose put on her gloves, grabbed one of the saddlebags to help me, and then we headed to the parking lot. " You don't wear this jacket often," Rose commented standing beside me as I was lowered onto the side of the Harley, attaching the side saddlebags after securing the larger one to the support behind the backrest. I was wearing the Wandering Falcons jacket, the same one I had worn on Halloween, it had the biker club symbol on the back and front, on the left side was embroidered C. Davis.

Bishop "What's with these cars you and Caelin are messing with?" Harley asks as I sit in the office with Jagger, telling her what parts we need ordered for some repairs we're working on. Jagger's eyes cut at me, then at her, and back to me. "Well, that's my cue. Let me know when the two of you are done and I'll finish putting in my order." He runs out like his ass is on fire. "Fucker," I yell after him.

Harley, who was about to threaten Jason, could not manage to get the word out as he screamed in pain. Jason was impressed with Jane. He felt that her kick was truly both accurate and ruthless. Jane then raised her eyebrow and glanced at Jason pridefully. “D*mn woman, just you wait.” After the painful scream, Harley glanced at Jane resentfully and bellowed. “What’s going on?” Jason ignored Harley, who was screaming bloody murder. Instead, he focused his attention on the pitiful-looking Madison. “He sabotaged the advertisement. He wanted me to be with him.” Madison sniffled.

Harley POV As soon as Daniel left, I called my friend, Ray Wilcox. He answered on the first ring, “Hey, Harley, what’s up? I haven’t heard from you in forever.” I smiled at his eagerness, “Hey Ray, it has been a long time. A lot has happened since the last time we talked. First, I am divorced now and I’m only designing clothes for fun. Next, I started selling my flea market finds. I have a shop called History Recreated, History Reclaimed. You should stop in and see it.”

He called. He was dressed on a black slack that came loose, but fair enough for his build, paired with a casual shirt underneath a leather jacket. His hair nestled messily, yet unnoticed on top of his head. It was Jackson, who had first have his job on the station located in Belize, a fresh grad from the academy, however, he deems to lack the experienced, which he was aiming for. On his hand, he was clutching a brown envelope, while running after his breathe.

He spoke to a young blonde lady, who had just got out of her Tesla car, in the parking lot. She pointed to someone who was in the gathering of men, dressed up in black tuxedo. "That's the head of the school." Jaxon mouthed a thank you and headed towards that direction. "Greetings sir, how may I help you please.” The lady asked warmly. “I am truly sorry to interrupt this gathering, it's just that I need some information about someone who attended your school some years ago.” “Let's proceed to my office please” she said to Jaxon, while she excused the men she was discussing with earlier.

Thomas raises his eyebrows but does not oppose and departs with an “As you wish Mr. Barlow” Within minutes I hear the thundering roar of a motorbike. I can see the excitement in Mr. Barlow’s eyes. He wears his gloves, helmet, and jacket then hands me a jacket and a helmet. “Meet my favorite bike, Raya. My Harley Davidson Street Bob, sit tight and hold on to me as you are in for the ride of your life” he tells me as he sits on the bike.