I sat up in the bed, moving myself in kneeling position. I shifted my weight back onto my heels.
"Stahl knows we are seeing each other."
Jax's eyes widened and he sat up as well, his body leaning against the headboard.
"Holy shit. How did she find out?"
"A couple officers from the police station worked at the carnival and spotted us."
"Fuck. What's going to happen to you now? Are you going to lose your job?"
"No."
"Why do I get the feeling there is more you need to tell me, Alaina?"
I broke eye contact, and looked down at the dark blue and white comforter. My hands tightened on the blanket and looked back up at him.
"I told her I was seeing you to get information on you and the club. "
The look in his eyes turned from soft to cold in seconds.
"So, you're using me? You're using me and my son to get ahead in your career?"
"No. No Jax, I'm not. I only told her that shit because I panicked. Everything I've said and done has been 100 percent genuine. I promise," I moved closer to him, touching his arm.
He yanked it away, not believing a word I just said.
"Jax, please...You're the first guy I've had feelings for since Matt passed. I didn't think I would feel that way toward a guy again after what he did. Then, you came along. I find myself thinking about you almost every second of the day. And it scares me. I know I shouldn't have opened my mouth to Stahl. But, I wouldn't rat if you did decide to tell me anything related to the club. I would hate myself if I took you away from Abel. If I go down for witholding information, so be it. I would rather lose my job than to hurt you or your son. "
Before I knew it, tears started to fall down my face.
His expression was hard to read as he listened to every word that just came from my mouth.
I fucked this up. He won't trust me after this.
"I'm going to go. I'll have the officer watching the house drop me at a hotel in town."
I got off the bed. I headed into the hallway when Jax turned me around, and pushed me against the hallway wall, kissing me with force. We both looked toward Abel's room. The loud thud didn't wake him.
"Did you mean everything you just said?"
"I meant every word."
Jax touched the side of my face. I turned my face inwards, and kissed his palm. He moved his hand away from my face. He bent slightly and lifted me into his arms. Once we were both in the bedroom, he kicked the door closed.
He laid me down carefully on the bed. He moved in between my legs. My arms entangled around his neck,pulling lightly at the ends of his hair. He looked down at me with eyes filled with vulnerability.
Jax missed this feeling.
The feeling of intimacy.
He felt like all problems and his stress melted away when this beauty held him.
He closed the distance between them and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
I woke up the next morning with sharp pain radiating in my body.
I uncoiled myself from Jax's grasp, and headed to the living room where my stuff was. I unzipped my bag, and took out my pain pills.
I took half a pill since the required dosage could knock out a horse.
I walked to the front of the house, and looked out the window.
The cop car was still there.
It was odd.
The cop wasn't the one who made me feel safe.
Jax did.
The thought of him alone made me feel safe.
Thinking about him made me feel a lot of things.
For example, last night.
We didn't make love. But we kissed and talked. Just continuing to learn more about each other.
Last night was perfect.
I only look foward to spending more nights with him.
I know I wasn't going back to sleep, so I walked into the kitchen to make some coffee.
I searched the pantry for cups and the mix.
Jackpot.
"Alaina, what are you doing here?"
I jumped and turned around, looking at Abel who was rubbing his eyes.
" Morning, Abel. Your dad let me sleep over. Is that okay?"
He smiled and nodded.
The front door unlocked and opened.
I grabbed the largest kitchen knife out of the draw.
"Abel, stay in the kitchen."
I rounded the corner, making the attractive older woman jump. The bags of groceries she was holding fell to her feet.
"Jesus Christ."
"Grandma!"
Abel moved past me, and hugged her waist.
"Hey baby. "
She turned her attention to me.
"You the new flavor of the week?", she asked, picking up the groceries.
I lowered the kitchen knife.
" I am so sorry. I'm Alaina. You must be Gemma. Jax told me about you."
She looked at me with a judgmental expression.
Who the hell was this girl? Was she the reason a cop car was outside of the house? How did she not know about her? No way they knew each other long.
How could Jax bring a complete stranger around Abel? What if this bitch pulls a Tara and up and leaves for another man, breaking her son's heart again? Pussy makes men stupid.
"I was about to make some coffee. Would you like some?", Gemma's stare began to be make me feel uncomfortable.
"No, thanks," she snapped, bringing the bags in the kitchen.
Jax woke up, and entered the kitchen.
"Morning."
Jax walked over to me, and kissed me.
Gemma shook her head.
"Hey mom. Mom, this is Alai.."
"We met," she cut him off.
"Okay. What brings you here?"
"I bought over some groceries. I figured you didn't get a chance to go to the store lately."
"Thank you."
"Jax, can I talk to you alone?"
"Yeah, sure."
They both walked into Jax's bedroom.
"Have you lost your damn mind?"
"What?"
"You bring a croweater home, and around Abel nonetheless? Jax, you're setting yourself up for disaster."
"First of all, she is not a croweater. And second, she's not some girl I brought home. She's my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend?"
"Yeah. Mom, What happened with Tara was two years ago. It's time for you to move on because I have. I'm happy. Give her a shot."
"I'll think about it. Did you also know there is a cop car sitting outside the house?"
"Yes, mom. Alaina was attacked last night."
Gemma left the room in absolute doubt.
This bitch is going to be trouble.
Jax shook his head, and let out a weary sigh.
God, give him strength.
My cellphone began to ring.
Stahl.
I let it go to voicemail.
Bret's fury made him see red. He tightened his fists until they were white.
His brother was dead.
He punched the cell wall, feeling bones shift under the skin.
"Fletcher, you have a visitor."
Bret shook off the pain, and followed the guard to the visitation room.
"Uncle Galen."
"How's my sister's son holding up?"
Galen's sister moved to the U.S. when she got pregnant with Rick. She married Bret's father Dennis not too long after she gave birth to her first son.
He pulled his nephew into a hug.
"Sorry about Rick."
"Yeah. Jackson Teller killed him. "
"Ah, Jax. The new President of Samcro."
"Yeah, that's him. What brings you here?"
"We have a common problem. Jax Teller. I can set up a transport for you, son. Get you out of this shithole. We can finally give this son of a bitch what's coming to him."
