Page 67 of Jax

Ah, this will be fun.

I didn’t even bother to interfere, and instead, dropped my tired ass onto my bed and watched the fireworks. Anna turned so slowly that the room had enough time to turn to molten lava before she met her old man’s eyes.

He didn’t look deterred; he looked pleased.

Crazy bastard.

“I get that you’ve got something to say to him, but call mewomanone more time, I dare you,” she hissed, wielding her bra-laden pen at his face.

Wolf smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as one heavy eyebrow crooked on his face. He said nothing.

As the challenging tension passed, Anna’s pen lowered, the bra falling back to its place on the floor and she set the pen back in her pocket after wiping it on her jeans. Without a word, she walked toward Wolf’s lounging spot against the doorway. Anna stepped in front of him, her miniature five-foot frame much smaller than his.

He took his time in moving out of her way, and Anna did the same in passing him, as if waiting for him to bite the bullet and say it just as she was leaving. I wouldn’t put it past him.

He didn’t in the end.

I heard Anna’s distant muttering of, “Good boy,” as she disappeared down the hallway.

I looked back to Wolf who hadn’t watched her leave.

“You’re gonna call her “woman” again, aren’t you?” I smirked.

Wolf returned it, and I knew I was right. Anna would be getting payback for that comment, just as much as Wolf would for her passing remark.

“That’s talk for grown-ups,” Wolf commented as he stepped into my territory and shut the door.

“Still going to treat me like a child?” I growled, the annoyance unable to be hidden. “I respect you a hell of a lot, Wolf, but you can’t talk to me like this.”

“Then how should I talk to you? Like a man?” Wolf pushed, and I could see he was trying to rile me up. “You don’t look like one to me.”

“Wolf,” I growled in warning, rising from the bed. Squaring up to the man, I felt tiny, but the broiling annoyance bubbling beneath the surface had me stepping up nonetheless. “Not tonight.”

“Why not tonight? You going to grow a pair of balls tonight or you going to continue crying like a little boy?”

I swung.

I didn’t think about it, fuck, I couldn’t. I was too tired, too wound up, too emotional.

My bellowed shout rang throughout the compound as the echoing slap of skin on skin echoed throughout the small room.

My hand throbbed with burning pain as Wolf’s grip tightened on my knuckles. “Stop dancing around it,Malen’Kaya mysh’.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, twisting my fist into his weight, forcing his hand to release mine. I stepped back out of his space, but the man was seven-foot with arms to match. There was no way for me to step out of his reach. As he swung, I barely managed to turn in time to duck.

“Stop this!” I yelled.

“Then make it stop, Jackson!”

“Don’t call me that,” I yelled, dropping and ducking as another fist came flying my way. Time was a blur of motion, and on my haunches, his opening was clear. I dove, propelling my weight forward.

My shoulder came crashing into his steel abs and the muscles surrounding the point of impact cried out in agony, but the force was enough. Wolf’s huge hands came around my ribs to anchor himself, but it wasn’t enough to stop our motion.

We flew forward. The door didn’t have a chance to hold our weight and splintered into a thousand pieces as we went through it.

We hit the floor, door and all, with a mighty bang as the landing crash of our weight rivaled the sky’s rumbling thunder.

Footsteps and shouts blew up around the club house and they grew louder as everyone came rushing our way.

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