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Chapter 97 Historical Eyes

The next morning Ava surprised Jax—she had a new outfit. It was a white nurse's uniform knee length with short sleeves. She wore her hair down with just the front pulled back with a different more cup shaped nurse's cap perched on her head. What made it interesting were the black stockings or tights she wore with it. With her other nurse's costume, she left her legs bare. He loved the addition of stockings because it made him want to run his hands up her legs to find out if she were wearing stockings.

She lifted his T-shirt to apply the arnica gel.

"Your bruises are gone. I'll just put it on one last time," Ava said as she studied his ribs. Her fingers were cool and gentle as she spread the gel on his skin. Jax would miss her tending to him like this.

She'd hiked up her nurse's uniform a little when she sat down beside him on their bed. Jax's hand began to wander up her leg. She gave him a prim slap to the back of his the hand, but he saw her eyes sparkle mischievously. She was wearing the stockings for him knowing the reaction she would get from him.

"You're playing me," Jax accused her.

"I'm a nursing professional," she said coolly. "We do not play our patients."

"Uh-huh," Jax said. His arm shot out and pulled her against him. He gave her a kiss that let her know just how much he missed being close to her. It hurt like hell, but the pain would go away and he'd still have the memory of just how warm, soft and good she felt with her body nestled against his. Damn he wanted her bad.

"Did the pleasure exceed the pain?" she asked tartly when he released her. "You know doing things like that will just set your recovery back."

"You're a cold-hearted woman, Ava."

"That's Nurse Ava to you."

Jax chuckled.

"Just tell me, are you wearing stockings or tights?"

"You're just going to have to wait until you've recovered to find out."

"How about we go on a little trip maybe three or four days either by car or a short flight when I'm healed?"

"Where?"

"I don't know. Maybe one of those old West places. They have campfire cookouts."

"That would be fun for a day or two, but I'm not camping."

"No, we don't want to camp. We want to spend our nights in a nice comfortable bed," His blue eyes seemed to burn her with the look he gave her. She flushed under his heat of his gaze because she knew exactly what he had in mind. Her body missed his too.

"You look like you're in more pain than usual so I bumped up your pain meds by half a tablet," Ava said handing him him the small paper cup of pills and a glass of water.

Jax was asleep in less than twenty minutes. His body was feeling the effects of exerting himself when he kissed Ava and attending the party last night.

He and Ava had dinner alone. TB was speaking at a conference on class action law suits, Big Tech and government corruption in London. He would be back on Wednesday. Three members of Dark Tower were with him.

Sunday, Ava and a couple of the guys from Dark Tower went into Oakland. She wanted to go to a real bookstore and get some books about house design and decorating so she would be prepared for the meeting with the architect Thursday.

Jax wanted to read over the material one of TB's assistants emailed him on what he would need to do to become a lawyer without going to a formal law school. He decided to go downstairs to the family room. He needed a change of scenery. Before that he settled into a bedroom armchair and checked his phone. Just the Lowen email. He opened it and it rocked his world.

Jax loved the brotherhood of the MC, but he also really loved outlawing when it presented challenges that required quick thinking and bold action. His skills were about to face a great test.

This wasn't the social easy-going Jax of this morning. This was Jax snapped into MC mode cold-blooded, ruthless and quick thinking. This was a treacherous time for the MC and he needed to steer it to safety.

While he figured out what he needed to do, he changed into jeans, white SAMCRO T-shirt and cut. It wasn't as easy without Ava. He groaned a little as he put on his shoes before making a conference call to Chibs and Opie..

"Go to Clay's in the van," Jax instructed. This was the Jax the leader in action giving orders to his guys. "Search him. Make sure he isn't carrying anything even a pocket knife. Bring him to the clubhouse even if you have to do it at gun point. Zip tie him to a chair. I'm calling Juice next to have him contact everyone. Emergency mandatory meeting immediately."

There was silence as Chibs and Opie read between the lines and figured out that something bad was up with Clay. They didn't ask Jax questions. They knew he would provide the answers but now the priority was getting Clay to the clubhouse.

"It will get done, bro," Opie said.

"See you there," Chibs said.

Jax's call to Juice was equally short and to the point. Juice also didn't ask any questions. Jax was obviously reacting to some pretty major news and time was critical.

Dark Tower drove to Jax the clubhouse. He explained that there was a going to be a lot of club activities and they could stay outside and wait at the picnic tables.

"Don't search the guys," Jax added before turning to go into the clubhouse.

The head security agent didn't like it, but they had never done security for an outlaw biker before. He agreed reluctantly hoping like hell there wasn't going to be some wild outbreak of shooting. If anything happened to Jax, it was a reputation killer.

Jax paused looking up at the clubhouse door. He'd walked through that door tens of thousands of times, but this was a historic moment. He wanted to remember it. After today nothing was ever going to be the same again. He was walking in the VP of SAMCRO and he was walking out as president.

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Author's Note: If you ever wondered about how Happy ended up a killer, check out my new short story all complete called Twisted Christmas.