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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Scarlett felt flooded with terror as she stood facing him. She thought all the trauma she'd been through with her psycho ex had toughened her up, but nothing could ever really prepare her to face the man that choked the life out of her mother. Back then she'd been frozen in fear until Violet grabbed her hand and pulled her away and out of the house.
"You look familiar to me too," Scarlett said. "For a moment you reminded me of my sixth grade teacher who used to bounce kids of the lockers as he dragged them to the office. I was terrified of him."
Scarlett knew that she might have showed some fear when she saw him and she needed to cover it. The story of her violent teacher was true; Clay just looked nothing like him.
"Have you ever been to Texas?"
"No," Scarlett said shaking her head. "Wait a minute," she said pausing. "I have been to Texas a couple of times when I had to change planes. Never made it further than the airport."
Jax squeezed her elbow. Scarlett hoped like hell that was his way of signaling her that he wasn't going to contradict her story.
She had a feeling that Clay wasn't the type of man who would need a lot of proof that she was the adult version of the child that saw him commit murder. He would act to protect himself. The fact that he was her bio dad would do nothing to soften his heart or save her.
Sometimes she would wonder how she was like him. She remembered enough of her mother that she knew how she was like her mother, but she had no idea how she might be like Clay. There must be something about her that was like him.
When she was growing up, she had tried to be as much like her father—the man that raised her—as possible to wipe out any traces of evil that might be inside her that could make her turn into a cold-blooded murderer like Clay.
"How long are you in town?" Gemma asked.
"I'm hoping to make it permanent. I just signed a five year lease on a building downtown. I'm going to open a home décor store."
"I should warn you that Charming isn't the type of place that likes all that modern furniture and big city stuff," Gemma said.
"Maybe you can help me with some of my design choices," Scarlett said sweetly.
Jax chuckled.
"Gemma's tastes are more Victorian funeral parlor," Jax said.
Clay and Jax laughed and Scarlett felt her fear begin to lessen.
Suddenly a woman staggered through the carnival grounds shouting and slurring the words "dumbass" and "dipshit" over and over again.
"Who is that?" Scarlett asked.
"Jax's mother-in-law," Gemma said.
"Former," he corrected.