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Twenty-One Days

CHAPTER 70

DAY 9:

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Author's Note: Still haven't finished chapter review and day correction counter, but I have been laying out the upcoming chapters. I hope to post shorter more frequent chapters.

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Tara was suspicious of how quickly Jax had agreed to tell her what was really going on with him. She expected him to lie to her or deceive her in some way. She just couldn't bring herself to trust him to be truthful.

"Long story or short?"

"Long. I may never get this chance again. I want to know everything," Tara said.

"Fair enough," Jax said. It would feel good to tell Tara what he'd gone through in the past ten years. He was proud of the man he'd become and he was proud of what he was about to do.

He leaned against the long dresser. Tara sat on the bed her back against the headboard, her legs curled under her.

"I was pretty introspective for awhile after you left. I found my father's manuscript and was thinking a lot about the purpose of the MC. Clay was leading us into more and more criminal enterprises. I wasn't VP then. Ox was VP."

"Ox?"

"He was a transfer from Tucson. He was a pretty good guy, but he went along with Clay too much."

"Is he still in SAMCRO?"

"No, he got killed doing a headstand on his bike on the freeway."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. He'd been doing it on the streets of Charming. One day, he decided to do it on the freeway and film it. He made one mistake. He didn't check out the pavement before and he hit a broken piece of freeway making his bike shake. He fell off, rolled underneath a semi and got squashed."

"That's crazy."

"Yeah, but everyone thought he was the coolest guy ever. He had a huge funeral. Hale almost had a nervous breakdown over the number of bikers riding through the city," Jax chuckled at the memory.

"I'm sure some citizens were scared."

"They had reason to be. We're not outlaw bikers because we park in the red zones."

For a few seconds, Jax felt carefree again reliving some of the fun times with the MC. It was those times that he yearned for and would miss. Sometimes, it was those good times that made him question what he was going to do.

"I know you always loved that brotherhood feeling."

"Yeah, I did," Jax said, "until everything went to hell."

"What happened?"

"This guy Nero and his Byz Lats, that's the name of his crew, owed money for guns and gave us a piece of his business—an escort agency."

"So the MC became pimps," Tara said, disapproval in her voice.

"Yeah. We loved it. We got free pussy and it gave us another place to hang out besides the clubhouse. Over time, I started to see it a little differently. The women became more than a push toy. What was free to us, wasn't free to them. Nero didn't give a damn about us screwing his hookers. It didn't cost him, but when they were with us, they couldn't make money."

"Did you figure out they hookers don't love sex and can't get enough of it?" Tara asked with a sarcastic edge to their voices.

"Yeah," Jax said. "I did. This one girl told me that she hadn't enjoyed sex in years. She pretends, but she doesn't have much sensation in that area anymore. She doesn't even enjoy sex with her boyfriend. She told me she wonders if she'll enjoy it again if she quits being a hooker."

"She didn't even enjoy sex with you?" Tara asked incredulously.

"Yeah, imagine that," Jax said drily. "There's a price when a girl has sex with ten to twelve guys a day."

"I'm surprised she was that frank with you."

"Since I learned that it cha . . ."

Jax's phone rang. He walked over to it and looked at the number.

"I need to take this," Jax said.

He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Tara crept to the door to see if she could overhear the conversation. Almost as though he knew exactly what she was doing, he turned on the shower drowning out any chance she could hear that conversation.

What the hell was so confidential that he was taking spy level care to keep her from hearing?

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Author's Note: The part about a guy doing a headstand on a motorcycle while he was riding it on the freeway wasn't made up. I saw it online. The cops were trying to catch this guy and failed. I have no idea how it's even possible, but I saw it with my own eyes. He didn't crash or die. That's the part I made up.

If you're interested, I'm sure you can find it on YouTube. I don't remember the exact search terms. I think it just appeared in my newsfeed.