Jax (A Bastard Novel)

by J. L. Perry

  I place my hand over my heart as I return her smile. She lifts her dress slightly, and I chuckle when I see she’s wearing pink Converse sneakers underneath. She looks every bit the beauty queen today, but the real Candice, the one I’m hopelessly in love with, is ever present.

  Tears fill my eyes, as she starts walking towards me. I’m surprised how emotional I feel in this moment. For a long time, I never thought I’d get the one thing in life I always wanted—her. I’m so glad I was wrong. She completes me.

  ‘Here,’ Carter says from beside me. When I briefly pull my gaze away from Candice and turn my head in his direction, I see he’s holding out a tissue to me. ‘You might need this.’

  ‘Fuck off, cock,’ I grumble under my breath, pushing his hand away at the same time. ‘I’m not crying. A bug flew into my eye.’

  ‘A bug. You’re such a liar,’ he says, chuckling. He can be such a smug prick sometimes.

  Ignoring him, I seek out my girl again. My heart thumps furiously against my ribcage when she’s within reaching distance. I extend my hand to her, and she takes it willingly. ‘You look stunning,’ I whisper as I wrap her in my arms.

  ‘And you look totally fuckable in that tux,’ she growls, soft enough that only I can hear.

  I cup her beautiful face in my hands before my lips bear down on hers. I hear the celebrant gasp from behind us. I know the kiss is supposed to come after, but like I said, we don’t do conventional. I need to taste her. It’s been almost twenty-four hours and I’m having withdrawals.

  ‘Get a room, you two,’ Carter leans over and whispers, so I flip him the bird.

  When I finally pull out of the kiss, my eyes lock with Candice’s. She’s glowing. ‘Are you ready?’

  ‘I’ve never been more ready.’

  ••••

  ‘Flight eight-two-nine to Tahiti is now boarding at gate sixty-three,’ the flight attendant says over the loudspeaker.

  I bring my wife’s hand up to my mouth, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles. ‘That’s us.’ The full smile she gives me hits me right in the chest. She looks as happy as I feel. Standing, I help her to her feet.

  ‘As much as I’m gonna miss Maddie, I can’t wait to have you all to myself for a whole week,’ she whispers in my ear as we line up behind the other passengers waiting to board.

  Just the thought of it has my dick jumping in my pants.

  Sliding my arms around her waist, I pull her to me. I inhale her apple scent as I kiss her hair. My kryptonite. I’m suddenly doubting whether I can wait until we get there to have her again. ‘Have you ever thought of joining the mile-high club?’ I practically groan into her ear.

  She doesn’t answer, but the look she gives me has all the blood in my body rushing straight to my cock.

  ‘Do you have any idea how much I love you, Mrs Albright?’ I say as my lips brush against hers.

  ‘I love you more, Mr Albright.’

  ‘Not possible,’ I reply, smiling, and that’s the truth. I’m so fucking happy it’s ridiculous.

  Our wedding day turned out to be everything I’d hoped it would be, and so much more. There’s something pretty cool about getting married at a theme park. For years our life was like a damn roller-coaster ride; way too many ups and downs to count. We went through some pretty hard times, but when we finally stopped fighting the inevitable and let go of all the demons from our past, our lives became nothing short of majestic. The heart wants what the heart wants, no ifs or buts. It’s as simple as that.

  Apart we were hollow.

  Together we are whole.

  I look forward to my future with her by my side.

  From the author of the #1 bestseller Bastard

  HOOKER

  One night of passion with a sinfully hot stranger will change everything.

  Jade’s young life was tough. She grew up feeling unloved and unwanted as she was passed around from one screwed-up foster home to the next. Things began to look up for her when she was adopted by a wealthy socialite at the age of eleven. Jade didn’t know it at the time, but her new adoptive mother had big plans for her …

  Brock grew up with everything going for him. Money, looks and an endless array of beautiful women. He wasn’t interested in commitment. Then he met Jade. Their one night together ignited a burning desire to own her, possess her. But Jade had other plans. Nobody says no to Brock Weston, nobody.

  When fate brings them together again, will Brock get what he wants? Or will Jade’s secrets ruin everything?

  Join Carter and Indiana once more in

  LUCKIEST BASTARD: THE NOVELLA

  Available now in ebook!

  It’s been two years since reformed bastard Carter and his treasured wife, Indi, had their happy-ever-after in the #1 bestselling Bastard …

  Contains:

  Luckiest Bastard, a novella with a HEA

  First White Christmas, a bonus story

  Two years and two children after their happy ending in Bastard, Carter and Indiana have settled into married life after their tumultuous pasts. But a shocking event will threaten everything they hold dear.

  If you enjoyed Jax, you’ll devour Carter’s story.

  Read on for a preview.

  BASTARD

  Available now!

  The #1 bestseller. A heartbreakingly beautiful love story by Australia’s favourite new romance author, J.L. Perry.

  My name is Carter Reynolds. I was born a bastard and I’ll die a bastard. I learnt it at a young age, and nothing and nobody can change that. I’m on a one-way path of destruction, and God help anyone who gets in my way. That’s until I meet the kid next door, Indi-freakin’-ana. My dislike for her is instant. From the moment I lay eyes on her, she ignites something within me. It freaks me the hell out. She’s like sunshine and rainbows in my world of gloom and doom.

  I’m Indiana Montgomery. My friends call me Indi. Despite losing my mum at the age of six, I have a wonderful life. My dad more than makes up for the fact that I only have one parent. I’m his little girl, the centre of his world. When Carter Reynolds moves in next door, things take a turn for the worse. He’s gorgeous, sinfully hot, but he seems hell-bent on making my life miserable. He acts tough, but when I look into his eyes I don’t see it. I see hurt and pain. I’m drawn to him for some reason. Whether he likes it or not, I refuse to give up on him.

  CARTER

  the past …

  REACHING OUT, MY MUM WRAPS HER LONG, DAINTY FINGERS around my small hand. “Jump, baby.” She smiles as I launch from the bottom step off the bus, landing on the sidewalk. We both laugh. I love my mum. She’s fun.

  “Brrrrrr, it’s cold today,” she says.

  Looking up, I find her shivering. I smile at her as she zips up her coat to keep warm. Digging through her bag, she takes out my favourite Spiderman beanie and scarf, holding them up for me to see.

  “Put these on, sweetie,” she says smiling as she crouches down in front of me, placing my beanie on my head and wrapping the scarf around my neck. “Let me get your gloves,” she adds, reaching into her bag again. “I can’t have my little man getting sick.” I stand and watch as she pushes my small fingers into my blue gloves, one by one. “There, all snug.”

  “Snug as a bug in a rug,” I add. This is something she says to me every night when she tucks me into bed.

  “That’s right, baby,” she says leaning forward, giving me a soft kiss on my nose. Rising to her feet she reaches for my hand. “Come on.”

  As we walk down the street, my eyes take everything in. I don’t think I’ve ever been here before. There are shops on one side of the street, and big houses on the other. “Where are we, Mummy?” I ask while looking around. The loud roar of a motorbike passing makes me jump.

  “This is my hometown. I grew up here.” I look up at her. Wow. Mummy lived somewhere else before our home?

  She gazes down at me, but she looks sad. “You lived here when you were little, like me?” I ask.

  “Uh huh. This is where your
grandparents live.”

  “I have a grandma and grandpa?” I didn’t know that either. I feel my eyes widen and I smile. I hear the kids at school talk about their grandparents all the time. I’ve always wondered why I didn’t have any of my own.

  I’ve never asked my mum why. Once I asked her how come I didn’t have a daddy like the other kids, and it made her cry. I don’t like seeing my mummy cry.

  “I’m taking you to meet them now. They’ve never met you before.” I’m getting so excited, like I did a few weeks ago when I turned five, and my mummy bought me a big chocolate cake. My friend, Josh, was allowed to come over. He even bought me a present. Nobody but my mummy has ever bought me a present before. I met Josh’s grandparents once, when I was playing at his house. They were really nice. I hope my grandparents are like his.

  I start jumping along because I’m so happy. Mummy stops in front of a big, white house. It’s really, really big, like the houses you see in movies. It’s so much bigger than where mummy and me live.

  My mum’s hand starts shaking as she holds mine. I look at her. She looks mad, like the time I drew on the wall at home. Her eyes are doing funny things.

  “Your hands are shaking, Mummy.”

  “I’m okay little man, I’m just cold.” She looks down at me and smiles. Her eyes look happy when she looks at me.

  “Do you want to borrow my gloves?”

  “No, baby,” she says as her smile widens. She crouches down, placing her hands on either side of my face. “No matter what happens when we go in here, just remember how much I love you, and how special you are.”

  “Okay,” I say. I love my mummy. I know I’m going to love my grandparents too.

  “Good boy.” She leans forward and kisses my cheek before standing up and reaching for my hand again. “Let’s do this.”

  As we walk down the long driveway, my mum’s hand continues to shake. I wish she’d put my gloves on. I hate how she’s cold.

  “One … two … three … four … five.” I count the stairs in my head as we climb them before we stop in front of the big yellow door. I hear my mum let out a big breath. Letting go of my hand, she makes a fist as she raises her arm, but she stops mid-air. Looking down at me, her lips turn up before finally knocking on the door. I can’t wait to see my grandparents. I hope they have chocolate. I love chocolate.

  Reaching for my hand, she gives it a squeeze. When the door opens, I look up at the man who stands there. He doesn’t look happy when he sees Mummy.

  “Elizabeth,” he says sternly.

  “Hi, Daddy,” she replies nervously. He relaxes when Mummy says that. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly. I feel my own big smile. Wow, this must be my grandpa. He looks so strong.

  “What are you doing here?” he asks.

  My mum doesn’t say anything for what feels like one hundred years. “I wanted to see you. I … ummm, wanted you to meet your grandson, Carter.” She gives my hand another squeeze as she looks down at me.

  “Hello, Grandpa,” I say. I’m seeing my very own grandpa. I want to hug him.

  He looks angry again as he stares down at me. Then his head snaps back up to look at my mummy. “Why did you bring that little bastard here?” he asks really, really meanly. “Get him out of here. Don’t you ever bring him here again.” Stepping back, he slams the door in our faces.

  My mum makes a strange sound and I feel like crying. I’m sad because my mummy is sad. She only makes that noise when she’s upset. I don’t like my grandpa. He’s mean. “Come on, baby,” she says. When her eyes meet mine, I see her tears are already falling. I don’t like seeing my mummy cry.

  I’m almost running behind her as she tugs on my hand. She hurries down the driveway and back out into the street. “What’s a bastard?” I ask. I’ve never heard that word before. The way my grandpa said it, it doesn’t sound like a nice word.

  My question stops her walking. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she squats down in front of me. “You’re not a bastard,” she says sadly. “Pay no attention to what he said. You’re a beautiful boy.” She gives me a kiss on my forehead. “I’m sorry I brought you here.”

  “It’s okay, Mummy,” I say trying real hard to be brave. When my bottom lip starts to quiver and the first tears fall, I know I’ve failed. I’m not brave.

  “Oh, baby.” She opens her arms, pulling me tightly against her as I cry into her chest. “You’re not a bastard,” she whispers.

  I want to believe her, I do, but why would Grandpa say it if it’s not true? I hate that I’m a bastard. Even though I don’t know what it means, I know that this moment and that horrible word are going to stick with me for a long time. Maybe even the rest of my life.

  ••••

  bas·tard

  1. Offensive A person born to parents not married to each other.

  2. Slang

  a. A person considered to be mean or contemptible.

  b. A person, especially one considered to be unfortunate.

  3. Something that is of irregular, inferior, or dubious origin.

  It’s funny how one fleeting moment in time can change you. One stupid, crazy, fucked-up word can define you. I didn’t know it at the time, but after that day things changed—I changed. I was only five years old the day I learnt I was a bastard, and sadly as the years progressed, that’s exactly what I became.

  CARTER

  present …

  PACKING THE LAST OF THE BOXES INTO THE TRUNK OF THE CAR, I turn and take one final look at the only place I’ve ever called home. The place I’ve lived for the last seventeen years of my life. Sure it’s just a shitty old apartment block, but it’s my home. It’s all I’ve ever known. I’m fucking pissed they’re forcing me to leave here. I’ve been dreading this day. I hate that I’m going to have to live with that fuckwit my mum now calls her husband.

  Thank God it’s only for six months. That’s when I’ll be turning eighteen; finally becoming a legal adult. You can be sure as hell the first thing I do, is blow this godforsaken place. My mum has that cocksucker to look after her now. She doesn’t need me anymore.

  She started dating John Shepard six months ago. It was a whirlwind romance you could say. I guess she’s been alone since I was born, so I can’t really blame her for wanting a companion. It’s always been just the two of us. At first I kind of liked the idea of having a father figure around, but my hopes were soon dashed when I got to know Fuckwit. That’s my pet name for him. It suits him perfectly.

  I saw the difference in her when she’d come home from being out with him. She was happier. Lighter. Like she was floating or some shit. I liked seeing her like that. She deserved happiness.

  They’d been seeing each other for a few months before she brought him to the house to meet me. I was on my best behaviour the first time we met. I did it for her. He was very pleasant until she left the room for a few minutes to get us some drinks. The way he looked me up and down with disdain instantly had my suspicions rising. As time wore on, those looks turned into hateful remarks. In the beginning I’d done nothing to provoke them. I guess he just took a disliking to me for some reason. Maybe because I was a bastard. Who knows? I was used to rejection. I’d faced it my whole life.

  My mum’s love has always been unconditional. Even when I acted up, she still loved me, still cared. I’ll be forever grateful for that. She’s been through a lot with me over the years, but her feelings for me never wavered. Not once. I was nothing to Fuckwit, I guess. Just a thorn in his side. Someone standing in the way of him being with my mother.

  I was shattered when he proposed and she accepted, but I didn’t let her know that’s how I felt. I wasn’t about to burst her bubble. She deserved happiness after all the sacrifices she’d made for me over the years. I wasn’t about to stand in her way.

  The day he finally put the ring on her finger was the same day he made his true feelings for me be known. They had some lame-arse civil ceremony at the registry office. It was my mum’s first marr
iage. She deserved so much more than that. I didn’t even want to attend, but she wanted me there, so for her sake I had to grin and bear it.

  Afterwards, the three of us were heading to a nice restaurant for a celebratory lunch. Well, they were celebrating. I sure as hell wasn’t. My mum asked Fuckwit to stop off at the local patisserie so she could buy a nice cake to take with us. The minute she was out of the car he gave me a hateful look through the rear vision mirror.

  “I love your mother,” he told me. “But don’t think for a minute that any of that affection extends to you, because it doesn’t. In my eyes, you’re the unwelcomed part of the package.” I hate to admit it, but his hurtful words stung. It only served to make me feel even lower about myself.

  Why was I such a hard person to love?

  Before I get a chance to close the trunk, my stepfather leans out of the driver’s side window. “Hurry up, son. I haven’t got all day,” he sneers in a sarcastic tone. I swear he does shit like this to bait me. My head snaps in his direction.

  “I’m not your son. You best remember that, old man,” I retort, my eyes narrowing. “If you got off your arse and helped instead of sitting there barking orders at me all afternoon, we would’ve finished hours ago.”

  Throwing back his head, he laughs at my comment. He acts so sweet in front of my mum. She falls for his pathetic shit all the time. Truth is, he’s a fake-arse prick. As soon as my mum’s back is turned he treats me like dirt. She might love him, but I don’t. I fucking hate him. This is going to be the longest six months of my life.

  Slamming the trunk shut, I make my way around to the passenger side of the car. “Wipe your damn feet before you get in the car,” he barks. I swear if there were some dog shit nearby right now, I’d tread in it just to spite him.

  Sighing, I do as he asks before seating myself in the passenger side. “Prick,” I mumble under my breath.