Page 62 of Jack

CHAPTER TWENTY

LILITH

My body sags against Jack, his warmth soaking into my chilled body.

Even with the scratches on my back, I keep myself wrapped in his arms, pushing down the pain, until Opal says that his wife, Jodie, who is a retired Army doctor, is on her way.

Jack pulls back, looking down at me with a frown on his handsome face.

“Why is Jodie coming? Are you hurt, baby?”

I nod, looking at my shoes as I speak, needing to make sure that they know that the men protecting me are not to blame. They did their jobs, albeit Christopher got to me, but that was partly my fault.

“I want to say this first. Logan is not to blame; neither of the prospects are.” Growls fill the room, and I look over her head, seeing Sarge glaring down at both men in question.

“We will see, baby.”

“No, Jack. They protected me. All day they were where I could see them, and them me. It was my fault that I went out theback on my own. We were cleaning and it never crossed my mind to let Logan know that I was taking the trash out.” I plead my case for them, and for me.

“Prospects, is what she saying true?” Sarge growls deeply, and the sound makes my body shiver.

“Yes, sir,” they both answer at the same time.

“I should have made it clear that she was not to leave without telling me,” Logan says, looking directly at the glaring man in front of him. The man who can take away his chance of being a Rugged Skull at the snap of his fingers.

He is not shying away from the club members’ glares; they have to respect him for that. Surely.

Jack’s arms tighten around my waist, holding me to him.

“Jack?” Magnum looks to his son.

The man holding me sighs, dropping his gaze to meet mine, then looking back to his father.

“Give them R.O.E, trash duty, and clean up for a month.”

“You heard the man,” Magnum calls to them and they both nod. “The Ol’ Ladies of this club are what keeps the club running. No fucker touches them. Anyone does and they pay in pain. We may not be a one-percenter club, but we will not tolerate ours being hurt.” There is a bite to his tone and again both prospects nod, before stepping to Jack and me.

“Jack, I am sorry that I fucked up. It won’t happen again.” The nameless prospect speaks firmly and leaves no room for argument about his responsibilities.

“Same with me. We won’t fuck up again; we both want to be here in the club and will do whatever it takes to become a brother one day.”

Jack nods to them when Logan finishes talking.

“Go find something to do.”

They leave, and everyone slowly slips away from me and Jack. My heart starts to pick up speed as I look up at Jack, my hand on his stomach.

“Can we talk?” My voice is meek, and I hate it.

I need to find the strength to tell him what my plans are, for his and Dominic’s safety.

With a nod and a frown on his face, he takes my hand, leading me away from everyone. We go out through the door that leads to the back of the property where there are firepits and some seating. Jack sits on a wooden Adirondack chair, pulling me into his lap before I can speak.

I say nothing at first, my fingers toying with the hem of my pleated mustard-colored skirt. My heart is speeding up in my chest, as Jack’s hand tightens around my thigh, pulling my attention to his face.

“Why do I get the vibe that I am not going to like what you have to say?”

My nose burns, and my vision blurs as I bite my lip before speaking.

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