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Chapter Three

Jax

I shrug on a clean white t-shirt and pull on my cut. I'd been running errands for the club, and things had gotten messy. What I need now is a beer and some easy pussy. I haven't been laid in a week. Too busy.
I stroll out, eyeballing the offerings. Friday nights are a big deal. All the Crows come out which means I should have my pick. Some of the older girls are starting to show wear and tear. Dark circles, stringy hair, and that eternally tired look that leads to one of two things. Them leaving the life behind or getting desperate and looser. Most start out with good intentions. They're going to hang out, find a Son they like and sleep with just them. Their pussy is going to be so good, the brother is going to change his ways. I ain't ever seen it work out that way.

Still, they keep coming in with their short skirts, stars in their eyes, and the desire to obey our every command. It makes a man hard and corrupt. Why turn down what they're offering? I never make them promises. They know the score the same as me. If they decide to try to turn things into a situation, they'd prefer, well, that's on them. One thing Clay taught me was a man has to be a certain way in this world if he's going to make it. My dad had a different temperament than my gruff, gray-haired President. I imagine I'm sure he'd be a different person if he hadn't died.

There's no point in thinking deep thoughts about shit I can't change, so I go to the bar. The bartender leans down giving me a view of her botched boob job.

"What can I get you, Jax?"

"A beer. No preference, whatever's cold is fine," I say.

"Okay." Her high pitched nasally tone makes me cringe. She puts an extra sway in her walk and damn near flashes her ass in the non-existent denim skirt. With her ratty platinum blonde dye job and her fake tan, she's nowhere near my type. She returns with a beer.

"Thank you, Darling." I twist the top and turn to face the crowd. My eyes focus in on Lee and Journee who're playing pool with Chibs and Juice. Those two are the closest thing I had to sister figures. Harley Grazer is the spawn of a first nine. Born around the same time as me to a crack whore mother who took off the second she could walk on her own after birth, Lee spent a lot of time with my mom. In some ways, my mom was a surrogate mother. Maybe that's why she's always trying to push us together. It'd make her an official member of the family.

The fact that she's caught us making out on numerous occasions in our teens didn't help matters. We were young and curious, and she was smoking hot. Still is. Journee she pushed toward Opie until he met Donna. For me, J has always been firmly in the sister zone. We connected on a level so platonic it wasn't funny. The fights we had growing up were now something of a legend. They always blew over the way they did with siblings.

They're with Chibs, so I know they're in good hands, but I feel the need to annoy kick in. I push off and stroll toward them. I wait until Lee's lining up a shot.

"Boo."

She jerks and scratches the cue ball.

"Dick, move," Journee says. She kicks me gently in the shin.

I laugh.

"You're a little shit," Lee say spinning around with flashing blues.

"I figured I'd make it more interesting, and hey, Juice would like to win sometime."

"I'm good at this game," Juice protests. I smirk at the youngest patched member. He took my job as baby of the group. It was a position I'd been eager to give up. Now he gets all the bullshit I've been putting up with for years. He takes it all in stride.

"Sure you are, Juicy," Chibs says winking as he moves to line up his next shot.

"How much of this have you had?" Lee asks snatching my beer.

"Barley a sip. You want to give that back, Clepto?" I ask.

"It's not stealing when the person sees you take it." Journee says.

"What? Is this some LeeNee logic?" I ask, amused by the two women who've been a constant in my life.

"Do you even have to ask that by now, brother?" Chibs says as he hands Journee the pool cube. I don't, but it's nice to revert to childhood teasing with the heavy shit we deal with on the daily.

I move to snatch my beer back. Lee steps away chugging it like she's at a frat party. I shake my head and laugh. Opie and I are the ones who taught her how to down a beer shotgun style.

"Brat." She hands it back to me. I shake the nearly empty brown bottle. "Thanks," I say sarcastically.

"Anytime, Teller." She winks.

I spot a familiar blonde strut into the clubhouse on heels.

"Fuck."

"What?" Lee frowns. I nod toward Wendy. Lee turns to peer over her shoulder and winces. "Good luck with that."

There was a time when the sight of Wendy's full breasts straining against the v of her black tank top, and her long legs in her skin tight black jeans would have my dick hard and my libido speeding. Now it leaves me cold. Why can't she just leave this alone? The past few weeks were the most peaceful I've had in a long time.

"What's the blonde doing back here? I thought you said it was over between the two of you, Jay Boy?" Journee asks.

"I did."

"Don't think she got the memo, bro," Journee says.

"Yeah I'm seeing that," I say, raking my hair back.

"You want me to handle it?" Journee asks.

I glance down at her and laugh. "You going to start protecting me now?" She shrugs. "You're crazy you know that? You're your father's daughter."

"What? Lee was going to help me," Journee says.

"It's true," Lee agrees without missing a beat.

I smirk. "This one's on me." I walk over toward her. "Wendy, what are you doing here?"

"I'm not welcome in the clubhouse anymore?" she whispers.

"Not if you're going to cause trouble," I counter.

"Now I'm trouble? It's not what you said when you asked me to marry you and moved me into a house you rarely stayed at."

"Wendy, don't do this. Just go home." I shake my head.

"No, you don't get to sweep me aside like a piece of trash Jackson."

She slaps my chest, and I grab both of her wrists. "You better stop before I forget I'm trying to keep you from getting hurt and let my girls take care of my light work. I don't hit women, but they sure as hell won't mind."

She jerks out of my hold. "You don't get to walk away this time. I'm pregnant with your child Jax."

Her words crash into me like an automobile going one hundred miles an hour. My knees weaken. "What did you say?"

"I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby. So you need to come home and take care of your responsibility." I get tunnel vision as I stumble away.

"Don't just stand there." She launches herself at me, slapping at my chest. I take it unable to respond.

"That's enough of that, lassie."

"Jax, are you okay?" Lee asks stepping up on my right side.

"Get her the fuck out of here, Chibs," Journee hisses from my left.

"As you wish, love. Come on then, Wendy. I think it's time we get ye home," Chibs drawls.

"You can't do this to me. You can't. I'm carrying his child." Her desperate cries send a chill down my spine. This unborn child is nothing more than a bargaining tool to her.

"Trust me, we all heard," Chibs says dryly.

"I'm going with him. I won't hurt her, but if she needs to be restrained, I'm doing it," Journee says.

I nod dumbfounded. Father? I can't be anyone's Father. My stomach aches and my vision narrows. I'm close to passing out like a little bitch.

"Come on, let's go for a walk," Lee says.

I let her guide me through the murmuring crowds away from prying eyes and speculation. We exit out the back of the building, and I take a lung full of the night air.

"She's got to be lying, Lee. I can't be anyone's Dad."

"Well, you damn sure better get ready. If that's your baby, you owe them a chance at a good life. God knows that junkie can't do it alone."

I bend over and place my hands on my knee as I try to breath. My chest is so tight I feel like I'm sucking air through a straw.

"You're in shock, let it settle. Don't do anything rash," Lee says pushing me down to sit on a bench.

"I just got away from her, Lee." My voice shakes. A noose is tightening around my neck. Shackles are attaching to my wrists and ankles. I'll be a slave to Wendy's whims for the rest of my life. Memories of Bobby jumping through hoops to see his children flash in my mind.

"I have to go." I hop up.

She grabs my cut. "You can't run from this."

"Harley, I need to leave before I blow up, and someone gets hurt."

She sighs and let's go, holding up her hands. "I can't keep you here. But I don't want you to get hurt. Let me go with you."

"Ain't going to be good company right now, Lee."

"Didn't ask you to be."

I tilt my head. "Alright, but I'm leaving now."

"Let's go," she says. I stalk out of the back avoiding the mess I know is waiting for me.

I'm not sure how long we ride. But we pull over in the first decent looking hotel I see when the sky begins to lighten. My phone's vibrated non-stop. I ignored it, favoring peace.

"You doing alright, back there?" I ask as the bike comes to a halt and idles.

"Yeah. Butts asleep, though."

I laugh. "I'll meet you in the office." She climbs off and walks into the building as I walk my bike back. I join her in time to hear the only thing they have left is a room with a king sized bed.

"We'll take it," I say over her shoulder. There's no way in hell I'm driving anywhere else today. I don't even know where we are now. I hand over my card, and we're given the second-floor hotel room. I grab my saddle bags, and we climb the stairs. We step inside, and I drop them by the door.

"I need to let at least Nee know where we are."

"Her I don't mind talking to, or Chibs. Anyone else." I shake my head. "No. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Alright." Lee pulls out her phone and I zone out. A baby. Is it mine? Wendy never struck me as the cheating type.

"Are you guys okay?" I can hear Journee's worried voice over the phone. It brings a smile to my face. It's nice having these two women in my corner. Woman have a strength all their own. In a world like mine you need that soft, yet firm touch to get through.

"We're fine Journee. We've been riding. We just checked in for the night. How did it go with Wendy?...Jesus Rocky, you're protective as fuck now, huh?" Lee says.

I lift an eyebrow.

I'll tell you later. Lee mouths.

"Yes babe, we'll stay in touch. No, you're not going to get a phone call to come bail us out. Get some sleep. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Lee laughs. "Yeah, love you too."

"What was that about?"

"Wendy tried to knock Chibs' block off. Journee didn't appreciate it. He's with her now. They've been staying up waiting for our call at Journee's."

"How pissed is she?" I ask thinking of her wrath.

"She's not. Just worried. They managed to get Wendy settled in. They'll be crashing now."

"We should do the same."

"Jax."

I hold up my hand. "I know we need to talk, but it can hold until tomorrow. Tonight I just need silence and a place to rest my head. Can you give me that?"

"Yeah, I can give you that."

"Good." I remove my Cut, kick off my shoes, and Strip down to boxers and a t-shirt. It's not the first time we've bunked together, and I doubt it'll be the last. I collapse onto the bed, and the darkness takes me not long after.

After a fresh shower and room service. I'm full and as ready as I'm going to get to talk.

"I don't know what you're expecting me to say? I just found out the one person I wanted to leave behind has their hooks in me permanently."

"This isn't about Wendy. You're looking at it all wrong. This is about your child. It's a gift, Jackson."

"We'll have to agree to disagree on that," I drawl.

She sighs. "No, we won't. I know first-hand what it's like to be a child that's unwanted. I refuse to let that happen on my watch."

"It's not the same thing."

"Close enough. Wendy's a junkie, and you're not interested in stepping up to the plate. That leaves this kid without an advocate."

I sigh. She's taking this personally. It makes it impossible for her to see my point of view. What about me? I never asked for this. I've been forced into a situation that fees like a prison sentence. I need time to figure out what it means for me.

"This kid isn't going to lack for love. Have you met my mother?" I protest.

"It's not the same thing, Jackson."

"Look the kid isn't even here yet. Why are we arguing?"

"For one thing, I'm not arguing, I'm being real. Secondly, you'd better start figuring shit out now. Nine months passes fast." she counters.

I have enough realism happening at the moment.

"I hear you, Lee, just ease up, alright? I'm going home to face the music as soon as we get done here."

She purses her lips but remains silent. Tension stretches between us. Silence fills the room as we finish dressing and head to check out. I know she's disappointed in me, but I'm not sure what the hell she expected. I'm not a woman. I don't have an instant maternal bond, and I sure as hell didn't want to procreate with someone like Wendy. It's why I wore condoms. How this happened, I'm not sure. Seeing how crazy she is, I wouldn't put hit past her to tamper with one of our condoms. Anger wars with fear. I'm deep in my head as we pull out onto the highway trying to figure out my next move before we reach Charming.


Chibs

"You had no right to bring me back here against my will. You're not my old man." Wendy yells.

Neither is Jax. I manage to curb my commentary for once. "It's your home innit? Where else would you go?" I say confused

"I wasn't ready to go. This is between me and Jax."

"Ain't going to let you wail on the lad because you're pregnant and he doesn't want to hurt you," I say gently nudging her toward the door. Journee unlocks it and we step inside.

My head turns to the right as Wendy catches me unaware with a slap. Before I can react, Journee is there squeezing her face as she backs her into a wall.

"Listen you little bitch. You put your hands on Chibs again and I might forget you're pregnant. You don't ever touch him. Do you understand me?" She bumps Wendy's head back against the wall light enough to scare her without hurting her. Journee's a fierce warrior with flashing dark eyes and flaring nostrils. The blood drains from Wendy's face and she nods her head. My mouth falls open. I can't remember anyone other than my own Ma and me sister ever defending me like this. It does funny things to my stomach.

We've got a long history, me and my Lennan. When I showed up she wasn't much more than fifteen and caught a school-girl crush on me. I could tell by the way she giggled and always seemed to be around. I didn't want to embarrass her. She was shy enough as it was. So, I channeled her crush into something positive for both of us, by teaching her. It kept her close and useful. Eventually, she got over her infatuation and we formed a real friendship we've maintained over the years.

When she came back to Charming looking to set up shop I found my little buddy had grown into a beautiful woman right under my nose.

"Let her up, Lennan, she's not worth the stress."

"I want to make sure she gets it," Journee says coolly. It's the quiet tone in her voice that's terrifying and arousing as shite. I watch, mesmerized as she slips her hand under her shirt and cups her breast. If I was a cartoon character my tongue would be hanging out of me mouth and on the floor. The light catches the handle of her knife, and I know exactly what she just did. Damn lass, still walks around armed. It makes me proud.

"She gets it." I step up and grab her elbow.

She frowns and returns her blade in a practiced motion.

"You going to sit your ass down tonight and take it easy, or should I stay and babysit?" Journee asks.

"I'm going to stay put," Wendy whispers.

"Good. Chibs?" She turns her gaze to me and I nod.

"Aye, I'm ready."

I follow her out of the house never missing the looks she tosses over her shoulder. I forget she's got a touch of crazy in her. Soft spoken and sweet much of the time, you forget the shark that's underneath the surface. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. Her muscles relax and I kiss her forehead to express the gratitude thickening my throat. I steer her to the driver's side and open the door. I pause.

"Thank ye."

"For what?" She looks up at me with confusion filled eyes.

"Sticking up for me in there."

"Filip, you must know by now I'd kill for you. Of course I'm not going to let some bitch put her hands on you. I wish she wasn't knocked up."

Her tiny pout makes me chuckle. I close the door and walk around the side analyzing her words. Is it part of the comradery the club breeds, or are we onto something more? Could she ever want an old man like me? I notice a little more gray every week and my body is now where near as fit as it once was. I climb into the passenger seat and study her. The off the shoulder ruffled top shows off her swan like neck and hints at the large firm breasts I know rest underneath. I lick my lips and glance away. She doesn't need some bastard like me fawning over her. I pull my phone out of my cut and check it for a message. No word from Jackie boy.

"Did Lee call ye?"

"I'm not sure. You want to check my phone?"

She grabs the wheel and points her thick ass toward me. I fight to keep my hand steady as I pull the phone from her back pocket. Christ on a cracker the devil's at work today. I study the phone.

"Nope, not a peep. Probably burning up the road to get that frustration out."

"Can't blame him. She was never a prize and will make an even worse mother unless she gets her act together fast. He needs to be ready to step up and get full custody." She clucks her tongue.

"Aye. I'm sure once mother gets wind of it, she'll sway things in favor of that," I say. Gemma is ruthless when it comes to family. That little lost lamb playing house doesn't have a chance against her.

"He has a way of keeping himself neck deep in shit, doesn't he?" she asks.

I laugh. "Aye. I rarely let him out of eyesight when we're out for that very reason." I can't even count how many times I'd saved his ass.

"You're a sweetheart, Chiby."

"Keep that bit to yourself will ya lass?"

"Oh, I plan on it. I don't want to fight anymore bitches over you."

Her words feel personal. I shift in my seat to relieve the pressure building. The lass has got me sprouting wood like a uni student.

"You want to come to my place and wait to hear from our little runaways? I know I won't sleep until I know they're safe."

"I don't want ye to be alone."

"Don't feel like you have to— ."

"I want to." I place my hand over hers.

"Okay." She turns on the radio and I settle back in the seat as classic rock plays. It's odd not being the one in control of the drive for once, but I don't mind. I trust her.

"Not how you imagined spending your Friday night, huh?" she asks as we pull in her driveway.

"With a beautiful woman who enjoys my company? No, it's betta than I hoped for."
"Charmer." She grins.

"Only for you, love," I say honestly, adding a little wink. I don't waste my effort on just anyone. I've always been a sucker for Journee. There isn't much I wouldn't do to get the lass to smile.

"Chiby you okay to man the phones for say fifteen minutes? I want to hop into the shower and put on something comfortable. Knowing Jax, we're in for a late night."

"Of course. I'll make us a cuppa," I say trying my damndest not to think of her naked and wet.

She kisses my cheek. "You're the best." I touch my face as she walks away. The casual contact has elevated. I watch her ass in the pair of painted on jeans. A man can only take so much. I'm going to be spilling my guts if I don't get my mind on something else. Tea. Got to make tea.

Making Tea turned into making up the cookies she had in the fridge.

"Smells good."

I look up and suck in a deep breath. She's wearing a pair of tiny gray shorts and a gray tank top trimmed in lace. I want to run my tongue over every inch of exposed flesh and learn her taste and texture.

"What'd you make?"

Is she talking to me? Shite. I clear my throats to buy time until I can get my voice working again. "I made the package of chocolate chips ye had. I'll replace it next time I come over."

"Oh, you don't have too. This is perfect. I was starting to feel a wee bit peckish."

The use of my language on her tongue isn't helping my attraction. The thought of anyone else giving her babies made me murderous in the car. Only answer for that problem is to father them. Hell, am I even capable of that any longer? A relationship between the two of us could never be anything other than serious. If it happens, it'll be for the long run. I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to figure out if she's even interested.

"You want to eat here?" I ask nodding toward the kitchen island where I set everything up.

"Yeah, don't move anything. Thank you for getting everything together."

"Isno problem, love."

I sit beside her and inhale the floral scent wafting of her skin. Glass clinks as we stir our tea and get out cookies. I scoot closer, until our thighs brush. She tenses slightly and flashes me a look that makes my cock twitch in my pants. Desire. Whatever's happening it's mutual. It's been so long since I gave a shite about a woman, I can't help but feel rusty. She's from a completely different generation. They don't do things the same. I let my fingers brush over her knees. "These are wee shorts, love."

She smiles. "Yes, for certain eyes only."

"Oh?"

"Yours and Lee's."

I chuckle. "As long as I don't have to use me blades to take out anyone's eyeballs."

"You say the sweetest things," she coos.

"Ack we're a sick pair."

"As long as I have my partner in crime, I can handle that."

"You think so?" I ask.

"I keen it," She says rolling her ee's.

I smirk. "Getting pretty good at tha, lass."

"I had an excellent teacher."

Her voice is deeper, huskier. I focus my attentions on her lips. I move in. The ringtone of the phone makes us both jump.

She sighs. "It's Lee. I'll get it."

Did my guardian angel just save me from making a fool of myself? I listen to her one sided conversation as I force my muscles to relax and think of cold water to keep my cock from bursting through my jeans.

"They stopped and got a hotel. They'll be fine for tonight. Want me to get the guest room ready for you?"

Her tone is casual, but her eyes ask me to stay.

"That'd be great love."

She rushes off, and I run a hand through my hair and try to figure out what the fuck I'm going to do about this.