Crash Into Me
Chapter 3- A Boy Like That
A boy like that who'd kill your brother
Dump that boy and find another
One of your own kind, stick to your own kind
A boy like that will give you sorrow
You'll meet another boy tomorrow
One of your own kind, stick to your own kind
A boy who kills cannot love
A boy who kills has no heart
And he's the boy who gets your love
And gets your heart?
Very smart, Maria, very smart
A boy like that wants one thing only
And when he's gone, he'll leave you lonely
He'll murder your love, he murdered mine
Just wait and see- Selena
As Jax drove away he hoped Brea would not get into too much trouble having him over. He did not want to cause her any unwanted trouble but he hope they would not talk her out of seeing him again. He doesn't think he would be able to stay away from her even if they did demand that she did not see him again. He knew they would have a problem with him being white and being in a motorcycle crew. He was sure it was just a matter of time before they found out about his record with the law and have another reason for him not to come over again. Jax sighed as he pulled up to the garage. He backed his bike into a spot and watched his mom walk over to him.
"Hey baby….where you been?" she asked as she planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Just riding." He told her. Gemma knew it was a lie as she smelled Chanel no.5 on him. So he was with a girl. She was glad he was getting over Tara. Whoever she was, Gemma liked her perfume choice.
"Clay has been looking for you." She told him before she headed to the office. Jax headed into the clubhouse and mentally prepared himself to deal with Clay. He was not in the mood as his mind was on Brea. He wished he was able to kiss her before he had left. He knew he would have to see her again to feel her lips on his. He would not rest until he did.
"You must have lost your damn mind having that white man in your house." Brea's aunt shouted at her.
"Auntie please…..Give me a break with this. I can have anyone I want in my house. It is my house!" Brea tried not to lose her patience with her family.
"Not around that baby girl…you will not!" her mom shouted at her.
"I would never do anything to put Mya in danger. You know that. I have taken care of her more than half her life and when have you ever seen me put her in harm's way?"
"You had a man from a motorcycle gang and who I am sure is always on the wrong side of the law hanging in your house and you had the nerve to cook for him."
Brea's mom Sherry could not believe her daughter would be so careless. It was not like Brea to act out this way. She was the responsible one of her children. She had her whole life ahead of her and she did not want to see her mess it up over some man.
"I don't understand how a stranger can come into your house but you will not give Zion the time of day." Her aunt told her. Brea sighed…here we go again. Her aunt was forever trying to hook her up with Zion. Did she not realize Zion was also a part of the criminal element? Her aunt chose to ignore that side of Zion but Brea did not. Brea knew she was still being a hypocrite but the local guys did not make her feel the way Jax had made her feel in just the short time she has known him.
"What do you think will become of you and this guy? You think this white man is going to come and rescue you from your life and take you away to his castle so you can live happily ever after?" her aunt said as she picked up Brea's half empty bottle of wine.
Brea looked at her aunt. She was insane. Did she not want her to be happy?
"I am not naïve. I don't know what will happen but I can take care of myself." Brea told her as she took the bottle of wine from her hand. Brea was glad she brought two bottles because look like she will need to drink the other bottle when her mom and auntie leave.
"You know he will only want one thing from you and when he gets it you will never hear from him again." Sherry told her daughter hoping to talk some sense into her.
"Mom why are you being so negative?"
"I'm not being negative Brea I am speaking the truth."
Brea looked over and found her aunt snooping around the kitchen to see what she had cooked. She was so damn nosy. Mya walked into the kitchen holding her Hello Kitty doll.
"Look nana what Mr. Jax got me?" she held up her Hello Kitty doll to show her nana.
"He buying you guys gifts now?" her auntie looked at the doll with disgust.
"Auntie please it is just a stuff animal."
"I can't believe you let him near Mya. You don't know anything about this man."
Brea gritted her teeth. She really did not want to argue…it was no point when it came to these two women.
"Are you two done?" Brea asked
"You better not come up pregnant and knocking on my door." Her aunt told her.
"Auntie trust me you do not have to ever worry about me showing up at your place asking for any help. I rather live homeless on the street." Brea snapped at her.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean." Her aunt asked.
"It means I have never asked for your help and no matter what circumstances may come in my life I would never ask for your help."
Brea thought she saw steam come out of her aunt's ears.
"You uppity little bitch!" she yelled at her. Brea looked at her mom.
"Mom are you going to let your sister stand there and call your daughter a bitch?"
Brea's mom told her sister Pamela to shut up. Pamela hated she had no control over Brea. Sherry was proud of her daughter for being her own woman and working on achieving a better life for her and Mya but as she tried to talk some sense into her daughter about the white man who just left she saw no matter what they said it was not going to help.
"Sherry you better talk some sense into your daughter before history repeats itself." Pamela told her sister. Brea caught the look of alarm on her moms face. What was her crazy aunt talking about?
"Brea honey….just be careful ok?" her mom went over and hugged her daughter tight. Brea looked at her mom after she let go of her and knew something was wrong. Something her auntie said to her had shaken her up. It was not like her mom to give up so easily. Pamela walked over to Brea and looked at her.
"What auntie?" Brea challenged.
"I apologize for calling you an uppity bitch. You know I just want the best for you." She told her as she gave Brea a stiff hug. Brea knew her auntie loved her but she was so full of shit.
"Like your mom said please be careful."
Yep something was defiantly going on with these two. They never gave up so easy. They had to have something up their sleeve.
As they walked out the door, her auntie had to get one last word in and warned her again not to get pregnant. As she said that Brea noticed something had shifted in her mom's eyes. Brea watched the two women walk to Sherry's car and drive off. Brea made a mental note to talk to her mom later. She needed to know why she looked so sad before she had left.
Sherry poured herself a cocktail and went into her room. She walked into her closet and pulled some clothes back to find the little black box hidden under some shoes. She pulled it out and sat on her bed. Taking a sip of her drink, she took the small key out of her nightstand and slowly open the box. Tears began to flow down her face as she picked up the pictures and opened the birth certificate of her first-born son she had to give up. She shook her head as she sat a birth certificate beside her. She picked up the pictures and looked at herself at the young age of nineteen in the year 1968. She smiled as she looked at herself wearing the attire of that time along with the big afro on top of her head. Her smile slowly faded as she looked at the young, white man with long, blonde hair beside her with his arms around her waist protectively. She looked at his jean cut and looked at the name on the right side. It said First Nine and the left side said Redwood Original. She looked at the picture closely and studied one of the other men who had his back turned a little in the picture and read the back of his cut. Sherry felt as if she was going to vomit. It said exactly what the man in Brea's house cut had said. Sons of Anarchy.
"No!" Sherry cried. "No!"