Page 38 of Jax

I knew that one step in her territory would make everything I’d run away from, every bit of anger I held on to, every bit of betrayal I felt… it’d all be meaningless. And I couldn’t give that up. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

“ANNA!” Bellowed through the club house and I turned on my stool, shocked out of my thoughts when I saw a barreling ball of white and red fly past me as Anna went storming out of the club house like hell on wheels, leaving an unsuspecting bunch of bikers staring after her in her wake.

We all knew something was going on. What exactly it was, however, wasn’t made known until our badass president came running out, his hair covered, and I mean every-single-strand covered, in neon pink hair dye.

I couldn’t help it.

My mouth opened before I knew it, and what came out of it was something I’m sure even people in Australia could hear, as the heavy, near-painful laughter exploded out of my chest.

I fell from my stool, collapsing on the floor in a pile of laughter, as I heard the silence all around me. Apparently, everyone else was too scared to even dare move a muscle as they took in Wolf’s pink head, his face such a bright shade of red that it clashed with his hair, and I just—I couldn’t.

“JAX!” Wolf roared, pissed to high heavens as he made his way over to me.

Nobody came to my rescue. Even Hunter stood in the corner with his nephew by his side and didn’t dare come anywhere near me.

“Shit,” I wheezed, trying so hard to get up from the floor, and flailing like a seal as all my strength was sapped out of me.

Wolf reached down, and with ease a man shouldn’t have when lifting someone my size, grabbed the back of my shirt, and all but dragged my ass outside. I didn’t even try fighting as my jeans tore up along the concrete and the heels of my boots were scuffed.

Everyone followed outside to watch my funeral as Wolf lifted me to my feet and shoved me a few feet back. A rabid smile lit up his face, body itching with the need to come at me as my laughter died down.

“You may be my kid’s godfather,” Wolf began, tying back his pink hair as the wind began pushing it in his face. I puffed out my chest with pride, knowing it pissed him off that Anna had chosen me to be Dimitri’s guardian should he ever need it—and hopefully he wouldn’t, “but I can still beat your ass in my woman’s place.”

My woman.

The word seemed to cut through my laughter and remind me of my earlier agonizing over my lust for Ronnie, and I wasn’t laughing anymore.

I was ready to fight.

What better way to work a woman out of your body than getting punched in the face by a one-ton man, right?

I would like to say I’d beat the man black and blue, although it was more likely for me to end up that way since the huge bastard that called himself our brother, leader, and ally never held back punches and was strong as an ox.

Neither of us had the chance to find out.

A familiar bike pulled up through the gate, the prospect, Pipe, quickly opening it and pulling it out of his way as the Black Low Rider S Harley with the familiar gold rims and frame came rolling our way.

He pulled in along the members’ bikes and cut the engine.

He wasn’t wearing his helmet, and the ragged blonde hair on top of his head was like a wave of traumatizing memories. His long body rose from the seat, the Black Angels leather turning to reveal the patch that spoke volumes as he turned to face us. Our V.P.

“Lamb!” Hunter yelled from the doorway, marching over to him. “Where the fuck have you been, brother?”

He shoved Lamb’s shoulder, and the slender man took it well considering the size difference between the two.

“Hunting.” Lamb shrugged, tugging off the leather jacket before replacing his cut on his shoulders to alleviate some of the sweltering sunlight filtering into the car lot.

None of us argued about what exactly Lamb had been “hunting.” We had our suspicions, and I figured they were identical. We also shared the same reluctance to interfere as well. Especially Wolf.

He turned his nose up at Lamb’s comment, but when his right-hand man turned to him and stopped dead, the tension in the air changed. And not in a good way.

Lamb’s eyes went straight to Wolf’s head.

To the neon pink hair.

And silence filled the yard. We waited so long that a suffocating atmosphere pressed down on us. We were waiting for all hell to break loose as Lamb just continued to stare at him and everyone braced to see his reaction.

He opened his mouth.

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