Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
~ Zora Neale Hurston
Hello, everyone! I posted this quote because it really reminds me of my OC, Alaina. I am so sorry that it has been a while since I updated! Life has been demanding and crazy! I hope you enjoy the new chapter!
Jax made his way over to me and Padric.
He had his shirt,cut , and rings in one hand. Bandages for his hands in the other.
"You gunna wrap me?," he asked with a smile.
I grabbed the bandages from his hand.
"Absolutely."
Jax placed his cut, rings, and shirt on the table behind me.
He stretched out his left arm and I started to wrap his bare hand.
"Padric seems to like you," Jax looked away from me and over at the young prospect who was grabbing Alaina another beer from one of the coolers.
"Yeah, he's sweet."
"Do I have some competition?" , Jax teased.
I looked at him with an amused expression.
"Babe, he's only 17. I'm not a cradle robber. Plus, I only have eyes for Redwood's president."
"Is that so ?"
I stopped wrapping his hand, and moved my empty hand to that beautiful face of his.
Padric came over with an armful of cold beers.
"Jax, you better get in that ring. The crowd is getting restless," he commented, putting the beers on the picnic table behind us.
I quickly wrapped his other hand. I let the guaze in my hand fall to the floor. I stood on the tops of my toes, my body molding against his. My hands grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss, taking him by surprise.
People whistled and commented under their breaths.
I pulled away with a confident smile. He still had his eyes closed.
"Make me proud."
He opened his eyes and cracked his knuckles.
"You bet, darlin'."
He put his hand under my chin, and gave me one more quick peck on the lips.
A couple of the croweaters that were a few feet away from us sighed in envy.
Jax made his way over to O'Neill. His jaw tensed, and he was ready to make him bleed.
"You ready?"
"Been waitin' on you, son."
I maneuvered my way through the growing crowd of the clubs' members and croweaters.
I found myself ending up next to a croweater.
She looked away from the anticipated fight and over at me.
"You're Jackson Teller's old lady?"
"Yes. Yes I am."
" God damn, do you have any idea how lucky you are to have a man like that," she commented as she took another swig of her beer.
"Yeah, I do," I smiled as I watched Jax took his first jab at Ryan.
"Come on baby, you got this!", I yelled, egging Jax on.
Ryan hit Jax right in the nose, causing it to bleed instantly.
He moved his hand underneath his nose, and wiped the exposed blood onto the bandage.
"Nice one,' Jax commented on the hit.
Ryan shrugged his shoulders.
Jax moved closer to his opponent. He swung left then right, in a quick fluid motion. Ryan stumbled back, doing his best to regain his footing.
Jax looked over at Alaina.
Her hands were intertwined together, held up by her mouth.
Her eyes watching her guy intently, eager to see what his next move would be.
In all honesty, he was nervous that she was watching him.
Then again, he would always get nervous when he was in her presence.
He was driven in making her as happy as humanly possible.
He already lost one woman that way because she wasn't happy, and she found someone . He wasn't going to lose Alaina.
The thought of her being with someone else fueled his adrenaline even more.
As Ryan approached him again, Jax threw a harsh uppercut to Ryan's jaw. Ryan winced, and spit out blood onto the floor.
His tongue was bleeding violently.
But, that didn't phase Charming's president.
He punched Ryan in the gut, and a quick shot to his eye, hard enough to send him on his back.
Half the crowd gasped while the other half cheered even louder.
Jax stood over him, His one hand lifting his upper body off of the floor.
He wasn't finished.
He kept hitting him, and hitting him.
"Whoa, Jax easy now. You're gonna kill em," McGee pulled the young biker's arm.
He ripped it away.
The strength and determination behind Jax's fists were too much.
Ryan tapped the floor.
"I'm out. You hear me, Teller?"
Jax stopped hitting him, and stood up straight.
He thrusted both arms in the air.
Everyone, almost everyone, yelled in delight.
The club rushed over to him, commenting how amazing he was.
More than a handful of croweaters pushed me out of the way to get to my man.
They caressed his slick skin, and whispered in his ears.
Wow. Padric wasn't kidding. They are incredibly agressive.
Jax pulled away from them and beelined over to me.
"And my prize.."
He grabbed me, and lifted me into his muscular arms, making me squeal.
I crashed my lips to his.
"You were great," I had the previously fallen gauze in my hand, and held it up to his still bleeding nose.
"Did I make you proud?"
"Of course."
He moved his hands to each side of my face, letting his forehead rest against mine.
"I'm about ready to call it a night? What about you?"
"Me too."
He placed me back onto the ground, and moved his arm around my shoulder.
Ryan came over to us, adverting his eyes from me to Jax.
" Good fight, son. You should be a goddamn professional," He shook Jax's free hand.
"Thanks. I guess that's what happens when you are involved in a club. You work out problems with your fists so much, you become a natural," he looked down at me.
"Absolutely. You two have a good night."
"Thank you," we replied in unison.
McGee watched Ryan walk away, and approached us.
"Hey, I'll show you two to the room Maureen and I have set up for you."
"Thanks. I'd appreciate that," Jax responded before I could.
"I'm sorry about before, Jackson. I thought.."
"It's okay, McGee. Yeah, I have a lot of shit on my plate right now, but I wouldn't kill a fellow brother if I have nothing against him. You do know that, don't you?"
"Of course. It's just I know that our "entertainment" can get out of hand. It has happened here once before."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's alright. Please, Follow me. I'll take you both to your room."
We walked up a set of stairs to the main part of the house.
Maureen greeted us with a smile.
"Jax, the bathroom is down the hall to the left. Looks like you could use a shower," She handed him a fresh towel.
"Thanks."
Jax pulled gently on my hand.
"You coming with?," he asked me, making Maureen look at me also.
"Uh, I'll just take one after you."
"You owe me."
"I know."
He smiled and walked down the hall.I turned my attention to Maureen who lit a fresh cigarette.
"Would you like one, sweetheart?"
"Oh, no thank you. I want to thank you again for allowing us to stay here."
"No problem. You're Jax Teller's old lady. That pretty much makes us family."
"This is true. Do you need me to get you anything?"
"Actually.."
She looked inside of her empty cigarette package.
"There's a grocery store across the street. They are the only store around here that carry my cigarettes when my store runs out of them. You mind getting me a couple packs," She asked, reaching into her pocket for money.
"No, Maureen. I got it. This is my way of saying thank you."
She shook her head and watched the young brunette walk out of the house.
She picked up her cellphone, and started dialing a number.
"Hey, it's me. She's on her way to you."
I made it to the store, and stepped up to the bright red counter.
"Hi dear, what can I do for you," the old man who was on the opposite side of the counter asked me.
"Can I get three packs of Virgina Slim Menthol please?"
"You got it."
I reached into my back pocket and took out my cash.
"What brings you here, Alaina?", Ryan's voice carrying from the back of the store.
"Hi, Ryan. I'm just picking up some cigarettes for Maureen."
I turned back to the counter and looked at the old clerk.
"How much?"
"33.57."
I handed him two twenty dollar bills.
I felt Ryan push up against me. I turned around and pushed him as hard as possible.
"Whoa! What the fuck are you doing! Back off of me, asshole."
"I can't help it, darlin'. They weren't kidding. You're perfect.", He moved a piece of my hair away from my ear, moving it behind my shoulder.
"Ryan, sto.."
He grabbed me by the roots of my hair and slammed my head forward onto the front counter, knocking me out instantly.
Alaina fell to the floor.
A thick cut stretched across her forehead, which began to bleed onto the cold floor.
The old man ,Martin looked at him in silence.
"I'll return your wife to you when I know for sure you won't rat me out. You hear me, Martin?"
He nodded, worried about what will happen next.
A black SUV skidded to a stop in front of the store.
"Let's go!"
Ryan picked up an unconscious Alaina, and quickly jogged over to the car.
The group of men pulled her in, and drove off.
Ryan jogged back to McGee's house with a smile on his face.
I woke up tied to a chair. My arms were tied down on each side of the chair.
There was a huge puddle of blood by my feet.
That's when it hit me.
Ryan O'Neill.
That son of a bitch.
I looked around, trying to see where the hell I was.
When I did, I saw a carved up old woman in the corner.
My mouth and eyes widened in horror.
A man in a bloody suit opened the warehouse door. A group of men entered with him.
He closed it again once he was fully inside.
"So, this is Alaina Larson. I'm Galen O'Shay. "