Eliana's Warlord by Jory Strong

Author:Jory Strong [Strong, Jory]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: urban romance, postapocalyptic romance, dystopian romance
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

They left the house. Above them the sky was endless blue.

Eliana breathed deeply, and despite being in the presence of dangerous men, in a place where violence could erupt at any moment, she felt more alive than she had behind the city wall.

A glance at Jax's face, and her heart flipped and rolled. He'd come after her, and not because of the reward.

Josiah took them through an aboveground maze of passageways and finally, through a gate not unlike the one in front of Jax's house.

Additional men joined them, ranging ahead and to the sides.

Jax pulled her closer, so their arms brushed with every step.

Multicolored houses eventually gave way to houses all in varying shades of blue. She hadn't known about the significance of colors in the warren, or about wearing them in the form of bandannas or rags that also carried additional meaning in the symbols woven into them.

When she saw a wall of green houses ahead of them, she knew they were about to cross into Jax's territory.

Several feet away from what had once been a wide street cutting through a neighborhood, Josiah and his men stopped.

On the opposite side of the street, the guards who'd been with Jax the night before leaned against a fence. Today green bandannas were tied around their upper arms.

Blocks beyond them, a man wearing baggy gray clothing draged a sled piled with salvaged metal.

"Your twenty-four hours starts now," Josiah said.

Jax nodded and they stepped into the street.

When they reached the halfway point, Josiah laughed and yelled, "Do a better job at pleasuring her, amigo, and she won't run again."

Jax's hand tightened on her arm. He muttered, "Keep your shit together."

Warmth blossomed in Eliana's chest. "Jax—"

He turned his head to look at her. The savage heat in his eyes was a lightning strike straight to her sex.

His nostrils flared. "Do not tempt me into giving you what you deserve right here, right now."

Punishment.

The sensual promise of punishment had been in his eyes, in the hard line of his lips when he'd stepped into Josiah's front parlor, and she'd wanted to experience punishment at Jax's hands. To surrender to his domination and revel in belonging to him then, as she did now.

That desire made her think of the boys who'd grown into the young men she was allowed to associate with in New San Jose. Not a one of them had ever stirred her the way Jax did, or broken through the icy aloofness that'd been her shield against caring for anyone in her walled prison. She'd been frozen in time, and the heat she'd experienced with his first touch had begun a thaw she couldn't find the will to stop.

Jax's men pushed away from the fence. The lighter-skinned one asked, "All good?"

"Yeah, we're good. Anything new?"

"No."

"You and Leon go back to the house. Get two hundred pounds of copper and get it delivered to Josiah."

"Jax—"

"It wasn't a request."

"At least tell me—"

"You've got five seconds, Rand. One. Two—"

"Fuck it, Jax. I hope you know what you're doing.

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