Page 9 of Triple the Danger

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just insult me or my Old Lady with that question,” Code sniffed, clearly miffed at that statement. Their resident hacker as well as the club’s security expert, he was six feet of lean muscle, dirty blonde hair, and green eyes. He didn’t look like a computer nerd, but the man was a whiz with anything tech. Though with the addition of his Old Lady, Glitch, he’d been picking up a few more tricks lately that definitely made their lives easier.

Fury rolled his eyes at him. “You and your Old Lady aren’t the only hackers in the world. And we always seem to find women with some of the biggest people around after them, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility that whoever is after this one might have some connections.”

Code looked at Savage, ignoring that. Jax knew all too well how much Code’s self-esteem was tied to his abilities, and he was the sensitive sort when it came to his work. “If you want me to find her, I can have it within a couple hours.”

Savage looked at Jax. “It’s up to you, brother. While she’s here as a guest, you’re responsible for her. That means you need to decide if you want to take the risk of not knowing.”

Jax mulled that over. He never thought in this lifetime he’d ever be responsible for a woman. Hell, he never figured that he would want one. Being a confirmed bachelor suited him just fine, but right now, the thought of losing that status wasn’t as worrying as he would have thought. He also knew that what Savage was laying at his feet was a big damn deal. If she was running from the cops, or someone else that could cause problems for the club, that was something they needed to know. They looked into the other women when they arrived at the club, something that occasionally come back to bite them in the ass when the women found out, but considering they were all still here, it stood to reason that Saylor could get over it too. Still, he wanted her to tell him herself, and not read about it on a screen.

Finally, he replied, “See what you can find, but don’t share it with me yet. I’m going to check on her after we’re done and I’ll see if I can’t get her to tell me on her own. But if she doesn’t, by morning we’ll know what we might be dealing with.”

“If it’s bad enough, are you going to force her to stay?” Rogue asked.

“If I have to,” he confirmed.

“Alright. Code, do your thing; figure out who she is and what’s on her tail. For now, we operate as if we know nothing else,” Savage decreed.

“Should we be leaving the women with her, if we’re not sure?” Ice pointed out grimly. Also a former SEAL, Ice was similarly quiet, reserved, and not known for being a gentle man. At six-two, with lean muscle covered in ink and blue eyes the hue of his name, he was their go-to for torture and anything that needed a sniper. Steel was just as sharp a shooter, but Ice had a quality that even made Jax uneasy at times; a darkness that simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed if you pissed him off enough. Still, in some moments he could joke and banter like the rest, and right then, he seemed to be relaxed and unconcerned.

“Glitch and Karissa are there if there’s a problem,” Razor offered. “Those two aren’t going to let anyone get hurt or push them around.”

“I’m more worried that they’re going to give the woman pointers and Savage is going to get a bullet to the head this time,” Ink snickered, earning a glare from his President.

“She doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman to shoot unless she felt threatened,” Jax interjected. “And like you said, the women can take care of themselves. I’ll see what I can find out tonight, and if it’s anything important, we can decide what to do then.”

“Good,” Savage announced briskly. “Then we’ll consider this matter tabled for now and get on to other business. I need to get out there to help with the girls anyway, or Royal is going to have my ass.” Their identical twin daughters were about three months old, and had their Daddy wrapped around their fingers. They kept them busy, along with their five-year-old son, Ronin, who was enjoying being a big brother but still trying to navigate the jealousy of having to share the attention of his parents.

They covered the rest of their business quickly, talking about upcoming runs and deals that needed to be handled, as well as updates on their legal businesses, which were doing damn well and turning record profits for the year. It felt good to be in the black, and Jax knew he was going to add to his already flush nest egg. He didn’t have anything to spend his money on, but eventually he wanted to build a place here on the compound for himself. He was getting close; soon he’d talk to Savage about breaking ground.

Finally, Savage dismissed Church and they all headed out to the common room. Unsurprisingly, it was empty, which meant the women were most likely over at the apartment with Saylor. “Tell my woman to get her ass over here when she’s finished,” Code told him as he headed toward his inner sanctum, down the hallway near the stairs. “We got shit to do.”

“That’s Code-speak for ‘lock the door and fuck her brains out’,” Razor snickered. Code looked over his shoulder with a wicked grin before he disappeared into his office.

While some of the brothers spread out, Jax, Savage, Fury, Rogue, Steel, and Razor all headed out the door to find the women. As they walked outside and across the drive toward the warehouse, Jax joked, “Prez, I’ll make sure to go first, just in case.”

“Fuck off,” Savage replied drily, no heat behind his words. “I still say we should frisk every woman that steps foot on the grounds. Get rid of all weapons and we won’t have a problem.”

Fury chuckled. “They’d still manage to sneak something past us, and you know it. And you can bet your ass if they managed it, they would make you pay.”

Savage muttered, “Fucking hell.”

When they reached the steps on the outside of the warehouse that led up to the apartment, Jax could hear the laughter coming from inside even from there. He exchanged a glance with the other men, who looked resigned to what they were about to see. When he reached the top, he knocked loudly and called out, “We come in peace, don’t shoot!”

He heard some laughter from inside and grinned. After less than a minute the door opened, revealing Saylor. She had let her hair out of the low ponytail, and it was now hanging around her face and over her shoulders. An amused smile played on her full lips. “Enter at your own risk,” she told him, before turning around to walk back into the apartment.

Despite being a surprisingly large space, with so many people in the apartment, it felt a hell of a lot smaller, and he found himself standing close to Saylor, who was leaning against the counter beside Glitch, looking amused herself. “Your man told me to tell you that you have shit to do, and to get over there to help him,” Jax told her with a grin.

Glitch arched a brow at that. “He’ll just have to wait, won’t he?” she replied. She was only five-two, and her hair was currently a bright purple sexy bob. With a thin, lithe figure, you’d never know from looking at her that she was also a former mercenary. Sure, she was edgy, but until you really paid attention, you didn’t know that you were standing next to a woman that had the skills and training to kill you before you could take your next breath. She also had an attitude in spades and kept her man on his toes as much as possible.

“Feeling overwhelmed yet?” Jax asked Saylor, leaning against the counter next to her.

Saylor arched a brow and looked at the full room. “A bit, but I mostly see a bunch of people that are one big family. Which reminds me, I meant to ask, is there a rule about being hot to get into this club? I mean, all of the guys are sexy as shit, and the women are stunning. Hell, even the kids are clearly going to be heartbreakers.” She looked at Glitch for the answer.

Jax tried not to get annoyed that she thought all of his brothers were good looking, but instead focused on the fact that she had included him in that description. Women told him that for years, but until now he never really cared. With Saylor, he wanted her telling him, and only him, that. None of these other bastards, whether they were in relationships or not.

Glitch laughed. “Not officially, but it seems to work out that way. You’ll fit in then, because you’re gorgeous. I’d kill to have your figure,” she added with a quick, but pointed, once over at Saylor.

“Shorty, you’d kill to have the figure of anyone else, especially with those tiny tits of yours,” Karissa laughed as she came over, one of the babies in her arms. Razor followed her, a soft look in his eyes. It was no secret that he’d been trying to convince his woman to give the subject of babies more than a passing thought. Karissa and Glitch were the opposite in looks. Karissa stood at five-eight, with thick dark brown hair and equally dark eyes, and while she was still in shape, she had softer curves compared to Glitch, and the two women were constantly comparing themselves to each other. It was normal for them, and neither of them ever got upset.

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