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Mo Astor Chapter 20
Jax
"You got plans tonight, baby?" Mom asked as I wipe my hands off with a rag done with the final oil change of a day. Perk of the job here, I don't do weekends.
"No. You need me to do something?"
She sighs. "Listen. Lee ain't Wendy or any of those other waste off skins you've had for girlfriends. You need to put some effort in to keep her. It's Friday night. A nice dinner and a movie or something goes a long way. You guys are more than just friends now. You can't keep treating her the same way you used to."
"Do I do that?"
"Take it from the lady who works in the office with her and the garage with you. Yes, you do."
"Trying not to make the same mistakes Ma. I know how Lee is. You hold on too tight, and she gets antsy."
"Ain't nothing confining about a little romance. Trust me. Your Father was good at that." She shakes her head and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. "That man had a way of making me feel like I was the only woman in the world he saw. Even with all the things he had on his plate. He made time for me. It's why I was willing to walk to that man. Loyalty and love are everything. You do whatever you have to do to keep that once you have it."
The sincerity in her voice opened my ears wider than they usually were when she spoke. Even after all this time, I could tell she missed my dad. What they had was special, and I respected her advice when it came to that. I'd seen this life chew up and spit out so many couples. Hell Bobby was on wife number four, and still dreaming of forever after, because the big softy was romantic to the core. Maybe that was a requirement for all Elvis Impersonators.
"What would you suggest? And don't play dumb, cause if you brought this up, you already have a plan.
She smirks and blows out smoke. "Can't fool you, can I baby? Get her out of Charming. Go up the road to that nice new Italian restaurant they opened. There's a movie theater near there or a place to go dancing. I know she and your sister always liked to go do that. Those two damn near gave us gray hair being out all night, after losing the prospects we assigned to trail them." She shakes her head, and I laugh.
"And then you put me to the task."
"Hah. Yeah, I did, and I think it made it worse instead of better."
"What? They were safe, weren't they?" I say with a sly grin.
"Yeah, and your rap sheet got longer."
"And people got the picture and started staying away, didn't they?" I took the job of guarding my girls very seriously. There was a time when Sugar got locked up, and Baby J had come to live with us for a spell. Given Menace's position, and the fact that Sugar's parent's hated the club, there was no way Sugar could leave her or send her off with family. It had cemented our sibling-like bond.
"That they did, baby. You did a good job with those two. My little Samcro princess and my bonus baby."
I shake my head at the satisfied smirk that lines her lips. She'd gotten exactly what she always wanted, Lee and I together and Baby J with a Son. One she respected and liked. I don't know what woman wronged my Mom in her life, but she couldn't stand ninety percent of females. Hell, I only think Aunt Luanne and her work so well, because Luanne is a follower who knows her place. My Ma's shrewd like that. Can't bitch too much when she's taught me everything I know about ensuring my place and never letting anyone else get the upper hand.
I keep my mouth shut until I'm ready to make my move. It allows people to underestimate me. I like that. It gives me a chance to come up with a plan and execute it flawlessly. You make mistakes in this world, and you end up in a pine box.
"So dinner and a movie or dinner and dancing? I think I can manage that."
"Good. And this time…keep your hands to yourself unless someone tries to touch her. Nothing ruins a night out worse than arrest."
I snicker. "I Hear you."
"Good. " She tosses her butt to the ground and stubbs it out with the toe of her black high heel. "You might want to make reservations. Be a shame to make the drive and not get a table."
"Why don't you do it Ma. Since you did everything else."
"It'll be my pleasure." She winks and walks off as I laugh.
Her words had me thinking about our interactions in the garage. We weren't stiff, but I kept my hands to myself. Lee had always been the type to keep business and pleasure separate. She had to, in many ways, to keep her legitimate standing with the upper crust of Charming. Her beauty, schooling, and good reputation allowed them to overlook her Samcro ties. She was a much-needed bridge. One they should know had been claimed.. There'd been a number of square ass dudes who'd tried to tie her down. They didn't see at heart; she was always made to be a biker's woman.
She'd never be happy with some laid back, casual dude who wanted 2.5 kids, a white picket fence, and nothing to do with her family. Hell Tig, the most fucked up of us all, was her father figure. Someone outside the life would never be able to handle or understand that. Civilians were too damned judgmental for their own good.
I move to an area where I can see her without her seeing me. Dressed in a well-worn pair of faded jeans with ripped knees and a Samcro t-shirt she's knotted at the waist to show a sliver off tan toned flesh, she's the prettiest thing I've ever set eyes on.
I don't want her doubting her importance or her place in my life for a second. I've always been good at pushing her boundaries without toppling her. I have no problem doing that now to let everyone know we're very taken. It's healthier than killing people who cross a line with her.
She turns her head towards my mother, and genuine adoration colors her brilliant blue eyes. Seeing the affection between two off the woman I love most makes me smile. Yeah, she deserves more, and I can step it up and give it to her.
I finish cleaning in the sink, scrubbing my hands with the orange scented Pumice soap, careful to get under my nails and around my cuticles. I had plans for these tonight, and they needed to be spotless to be worthy of entrance into hot, wet places.
Satisfied with my hands, I splash water on my face and pat it dry with paper towels and pitch them in the bin. It's Friday, and I'm calling it a day. We don't have any pressing repairs that can't wait or be finished by a prospect.
I make my way to the office and lean into the door.
"You about done in here, Lee?"
"I don't know?" She turns to face my Ma. "Am I?"
"Yeah, you two get out of here. I'll close down tonight. Unlike you two, my only plans are a party at the clubhouse."
Lee looks at me confused, and I smirk.
"What's she talking about?"
"Mr. wonderful here got you a table at that new Italian place at seven tonight. If you hurry, you'll have enough time to get all dolled up before you leave."
"Did someone mention dolls?" Tig asks shuddering as he comes into view, silent like always.
"Yeah, Tiggy. The kids are going out for a nice date."
"Where you taking her?" he asks, eyeballing me.
I stand my ground forcing myself not to respond to his lasers as they bore a hole through me. I ain't going anywhere, so he needs to get used to it.
"The cute little restaurant up the road," Mom says.
"Apparently that's where we're going," Lee says with an almost shy smile I know I want to see more often.
"Huh," Tig grunts. "Take care of my girl."
"Always do," I say refusing to back down under his crazed glare. Tig could back up his bark, but I had no plan to give him a reason to do that.
He nods and walks over to kiss her on the forehead. "Have fun tonight."
"I will, Tiggy," she says kissing his cheek. He softens, and I turn away feeling like I'm intruding on a private moment.
"Well get out of here before I change my mind," Ma says waving her hand. I wrap my arm around Lee's waist, lift her off her feet, and carry her off.
"What are you doing?"
"Escaping while we can. It takes two seconds for shit to go to hell around here," I say.
She giggles and relaxes against me. "Well, I'm going to need my purse."
I return to the office and Ma hands her purse. "Ah, to be young and in love again," She says.
Lee tenses and I squeeze her and jet out before my mother can freak her out more. It's funny…I'm usually the gung-ho one who jumps into everything, but I can't with her. At least not on the surface. She's had too many men who counted disappoint her.
I ignore the whistles and hoots sent our way as we exit the garage into the sunshine.
"How long you need to get ready?"
"How pretty you want me?"
"You're already drop dead gorgeous, Lee. The clothing doesn't change that."
She gasps. "Oh, I forgot how much of a charmer you could be."
"Just stating a fact, darling," I say as I brush her lips with mine and set her down by her car.
"I'll meet you at your house in say … one hour? It'll give us both enough time to clean up and then hit the road?"
"Sounds good, to me Teller." She pauses and studies me.
"What?" I ask.
She shakes her head and smiles as she unlocks her car and slips into the driver's seat. I'm getting under her skin. Darling, you ain't seen nothing yet.
I hurry back inside to my dorm and open my closet. Tucked in the back are a nicer pair of jeans and a button up. A knock sounds on my door.
"Yeah."
I pull out the black button down and glance over my shoulder at Candy. The slender bleach blonde is poured into a pair of low-slung jeans and a crop top that barely covers her implants. Turgid nipples push out the thin white material.
"Ma need something?"
"No. I just thought I could help you get cleaned up." She enters the room swaying her nonexistent hips.
"I'm taken."
"Never stopped you before," She purrs.
The words make me wince. She ain't wrong.
"This time's different."
She pouts. "You sure about that? We always had a good time Jax."
"Out." I snap my fingers and point, and she huffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she stalks out.
I walk over, lock the door behind her and place my head against the door.
Sending away free pussy isn't easy for any man. Especially when it's a habit, but I'd cut my own arm off before I hurt Lee. She'd been betrayed enough to last a lifetime. Pushing away I head for the shower, wishing I could wash away my shady past as easily as I do the sweat and grime of the day. I let one heartbreak color my entire view on women, and now I had to pay for it, in the form of convincing my woman I could stay true to her.
"This is really nice," Lee whispers as we walk up to Host/Hostess podium.
"Yeah, it is. I'm starting to think we might be missing out not getting out of Charming more often."
"Hah. Don't let Gem here you say that."
I smirk. "You know I'm smarter than that."
The clientele makes me glad I left my colors at home and stepped up my attire. Blending in is an important skill to have, and while dressing up isn't my thing I can do it when necessary. Lee's little black dress and sky-high heels are worthy of a suit. The strapless number shows off her delectable collar bone and strong arms. I want to cover her in hickeys so any man would know in a glance she's taken and well pleased. I find myself staring down anyone who looks for too long. I covet the shit that matters to me.
"Can I help you, sir?" The man in the black slacks, white button up, and black tie asks.
"Yeah, I have a reservation for Teller at seven."
He opens his book and searches. "I see you here sir. Just one moment and I'll show you back to your seat."
I nod my head, wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to my side.
"I can't believe you went through all this trouble for me." The awe in her voice makes me feel like I'm on top of a mountain.
"Anything to see you smile, darling."
She peers down, and a pink tinge appears on her cheeks. She's got her walls down. It's a beautiful sight because I know it doesn't happen often.
"I want to believe that."
I tuck my finger under her chin tilting her face to look up at me.
"You should because I'm going to be spending my time proving it. You know I've never been an all talk kind of man."
"I do know," she whispers and I can't help but peck her delicious looking lips.
We're shown to our table, and I know mom must've pulled some strings because it's a damn Chef's table, set apart from the main room.
"Oh my God," Lee whispers looking over the table.
"I know," I say equally impressed.
The candle light flickering at the table paints her face in shadows. I'm lost in her eyes and in the moment. I've never done anything like this with a woman. It's intimate and grown up as hell. What we're doing isn't playing at a relationship, it's building a strong one.
We make small talk as we drink wine and eat food I can barely pronounce. I never imagined I'd be here doing this, but she looks right at home. It drives home just how unique my woman is; like a diamond made under pressure in the earth.
I reach across the table and take her hand, willing her to understand how much she means to me, even if she's not ready for the words circling around in my brain.
I've been hit by lighting.
My eyes are opened, and my hurt is about to explode, yet I can't say a word. It's like having a secret too big to keep under wraps. My thoughts flash to Baby J. She's a safe place. Once she comes back from her honeymoon, we'll talk. I need help figuring out how to handle this. The last woman I gave myself completely panicked and bailed. That left a mark, and I refuse to watch Lee do the same. She's a runner. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. I can't find myself on the wrong side of her walls. It would break me to lose all those years we've spent being each other's best friends.
"What are you thinking about?" She asks as she scoops up a bite of Death by Chocolate.
"How lucky I am to be here with you like this right now." I bring her hand toward my mouth, brushing her knuckles lightly with my lips.
She smiles and tilts her head. "Laying it on thick."
"Being one-hundred percent real. The way we always are with each other."
"I'm not used to this side of you."
"What side?"
"This grown up serious side. It's dangerous."
"Why?" I ask.
"Because it makes me want things that scare me."
"You're not alone in that, babe. But we both know I'm good at getting what I want, and the way I see it, as long as we're on the same page, that's not a bad thing." I shake my head and smile at her.
Her brow furrows. "And you think it'll be that easy."
"Not easy, but when you really want something, it doesn't matter how far you have to go. It's never too much."
Her eyes widen, and I clear my throat. Time to shift topics. "So, what do you want to do next?"
"There's more?"
"If you're up for it. I know accountants keep early hours."
She kicks my shin under the table, and I jerk laughing.
"Oh screw you, Jackson. I see I need to remind you where I come from."
The fire in her eyes makes me grin.
"The let's pay the bill and see what you got."
"What are my options?" She asks, sounding more like a general preparing for war than a girlfriend on a date.
"Movies or dancing?"
"Oh, Teller. I'm going to mop the floor with you. You'll be begging me to leave before the night is through."
I toss a couple hundred on the table and stand ready for a night of grinding and debauchery with my woman.
