This is very, very unedited, so please be kind (I'll be editing within the week). You can thank kmgproductionz aka ohhitherekate for this chapter. Enjoy!
Have a wonderful week, everyone :)
Jax could hear their hackles as he stumbled into his bedroom at the clubhouse. His head hitting his flat pillow as Tig made some lame ass joke about how little old Jax couldn't hang with the big boys anymore. Little did Tig or any other member of the club know that the Vice President had been drinking since noon on the rooftop of the auto body shop. Trying to drown the images that were forever burned into his mind.
Those images of her.
The bruises that now covered his body.
Drink enough to forget. That was his plan. Even now though as Jax fell into a deep sleep, he could still taste blood in his mouth. The strong iron taste that couldn't be masked by the cheap vodka. Her screams and groans that couldn't be masked.
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Sweat dripped from his body as if Jax had just broken a fever. His body shaking from the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins from the dream he had just had. The bruises already slowly appearing on his skin as if someone was painting them. The broken ribs came only a few minutes later as Jax pushed himself from his bed with a groan.
She was alive that much he knew. In pain, but alive.
With slow steps, Jax made his way into the attached bathroom. His brain still processing everything. A robber had attacked Brooke, stole from her store. Julian had saved her. The rest was a blur to him.
Anger. That's what Jax felt as he clenched his jaw, looking into the mirror above his sink. Two black eyes, a lip slip and dry blood around his mouth. How am I going to explain this? Was the only questioning running through the Vice President's mind. Jax barely ever talked about his soulmate. Only Opie knew about Brooke. Gemma would ask questions but was always answered with struggles and smartass comments. He knew that sooner or later Gemma would find out about Brooke, but for now, Jax wanted to keep her safe from the darkness that surrounded him and his family.
"Fuck." Was the only word that slipped through his lips as he softly rubbed his temple. At that moment Jax knew what he had to do, but was it worth it? The pain that could come from it. The darkness that would sure to follow. Could he do that to her? Wouldn't he cause her more harm than good?
With a heavy sigh, Jax rubbed his calloused hands over his face, paying no mind to the pain that it was causing before making his way to the nightstand next to his bed.
"Juice. Hey." Jax said after he picked up his cell phone and dialed the hacker and intelligence officer's number. To be honest, he was a little surprised that Juice answered his cell this early in the morning. "– I need you to locate someone for me and to gather general background information on them."
