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Chapter 546 Tiggy Bliss
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Tig was excited. She set her phone's alarm for 7:00 am so she would have a plenty of time to get everything ready before she went over to Jax's. She wanted to make sure she got to his house just in case someone tried to snake Jax's bed away from her.
She couldn't believe her good fortune. Imagine getting Jax's actual bed! It was going to be the best day ever unless she made it even better by killing a bitch. That would really make it the best day ever.
All she needed to do was get up, find an illegal to help her move her bed into her pick-up and then bring it to the dump before picking up Jax's bed that was going to be hers. She'd keep her bed but she had nowhere to put it and it wasn't worth renting a storage unit for it.
The only cloud on her personal horizon was the hunt for Louise and Violet's killer. She couldn't very well challenge Jax's idea to hunt for the killer because she couldn't explain why she didn't want to find the killer.
She definitely wasn't going to tell them she'd killed the women. Brothers or not, they might frown on killing women. Some killing was out of bounds. For example, she couldn't go around killing members of other MCs without a club decision. That could bring heat down on the club.
As good as it felt to kill Violet and Louise, she realized she might have made a mistake in killing women with a tie to the clubhouse. If she hadn't done that, she wouldn't have to worry about the MC playing detective. Well, she couldn't very well raise them from the dead, so she was just going have to deal with her brothers playing detective.
It was important not to try to be too smart like trying to set up a hang around for the killings. That would require her to make sure the guy she set up didn't have an alibi that could destroy her plan. No, she was going to be smart about it. The sooner the MC ruled out any connection to the MC, the better. Once that was done, they wouldn't get anywhere with their investigation and eventually give up due to lack of leads.
Still, it creeped her out a little that her brothers were going to be out there hunting her. That might be kind of fun in a dark twisted way. Jax was the only one she had to worry about. He was smart. The rest of the guys were dumbasses. She had nothing to worry about them discovering that she was the killer.
She barely slept in her excitement at getting Jax's bed. She was up before her alarm went off, stripped her bedding and found an illegal to help her dispose of the bed. Through her broken Spanish and the guy's broken English, Tig realized the guy wanted the bed so she brought it to a garage where the guy was living with his wife and three kids. There was a lot of excitement at having a real bed.
They picked up Jax's bed and a lamp. She got the bed set up in her bedroom gave her helper an extra $50 for his help and even brought him back to the corner where the illegals hung out looking for work. It reminded Tig of when she had to read The Grapes of Wrath in high school and migrants from Oklahoma came from the Dust Bowl to Cali to pick fruit and discovered the dark side of their dream. She had a feeling Jose was feeling the same thing.
Tig looked at Jax's bed with an ear to ear grin. Jax said he was going to get a king sized bed so he didn't need the double sized sheets and comforter. Tig got to keep them! Jax's sheets. The ones he actually slept on. Now they were hers.
She spent an hour doing nothing but staring at the bed thinking of all the things Jax has done in that bed wishing he'd done them all to her. She worried about leaving that magical bed of Jax's in case someone tried to steal it. She realized she was just thinking crazy. It was hard to steal a bed.
She spent most of the day hanging out at the clubhouse drinking beer and wishing she could kill a crow-eater. That would send the MC investigation into overdrive. As much as she'd like to kill, she decided to wait a couple of weeks until the MC lost interest in playing Jessica Fletcher, Columbo or Hercule Poirot.
That night Tig took a shower, carefully dried her body and applied lotions so she'd be soft and silky before climbing naked into Jax's bed. She rubbed her face against the sheets taking in great lungfuls of air. She could smell Jax in the sheets. He had this woodsy lime scent and his sheets smelled like him. It was almost like being wrapped in his arms. She moaned at the thought.
She rolled around on the sheets, her eyes shut in ecstasy as she imagined all the things Jax would do to her when she transformed.
Oh Jax, kiss me and make me a woman!
