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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 227 Level Up
Since discovering Scarlett's artwork on him at TM, Jax had been planning what he was going to do to and with Scarlett. He didn't mind the good natured teasing from the guys. That was part of working with them.
This was about retaliation, punishment and showing Scarlett if she wanted to play, he could play harder. It was also about having fun with her.
She brought a lightness to his life that he'd been lacking. She kept him from taking himself too seriously. It didn't mean he was going to let her off this time. He'd been too tolerant with all the hair braiding.
When he'd walked into her room tonight wearing the same T-shirt he'd had on this morning, her eyes widened with surprise. He could almost feel her trying to figure out if he knew what she'd done to him.
While helping her walk around the track, he could feel the tension in her body. He had the cool Scarlett completely confused and worried.
He was sure Scarlett's clever mind was busy coming up with ways to talk herself out of the situation. He might even listen to her attempts to get out of her predicament, but no matter how beautiful and sincere; she was going to be punished. He had spent all day anticipating and planning it.
He felt a twinge of pity when he saw her walk slowly and painfully to the bench. Watching her struggle, reminded him to be grateful for his health and the strength in his body. Running felt good after a long day at the garage feeling his muscles move in sync almost without effort.
As he ran, he had brief conversations with other runners who were anxious to congratulate him for handling the sexual predators from the carnival. A couple of guys tried to get him to ID the child. He'd shut them down with a look.
Scarlett sat on the bench alone. A beautiful girl like that would have every available guy hitting on her, but not once she'd been seen with him. No one wanted to risk a Jax Teller beat down. He was a physical person from sex to violence.
When he raised is shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, he saw Scarlett staring at him trying to see whether or not her artwork was still there. He let her think about it for a couple of laps before stripping off his shirt and mopping his face. Now, there would be no mistake. She would see that her artwork was gone. Her eyes widened and she looked shocked as she met his eyes.
He knew she must be wondering if her handiwork could have vanished without a trace and she was going to get away with her prank without consequences. Part of his plan for Scarlett was bringing the game to a new level—mental confusion. He had knocked her completely off balance.
A bigger surprise still awaited Scarlett. He took a shower and used a large black eye pencil to write his message across his stomach. To up things a little, he noticed a couple of hair elastics in her make up case and pulled his wet hair back, tucking the ends under in what she called a man bun.
He could just imagine Scarlett looking at his hair and trying not to laugh or make any comment. She would figure if she could show restraint for not calling out his hair as being in a man bun, he might let her slide for the stomach art.
She grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom for her shower. He suspected that she needed to make a fast escape to keep from laughing at his hair. It would be the last escape she'd make that night.
He turned down the bed. Staying overnight with Scarlett had become a habit he enjoyed despite the lack of sex.
After she returned from the bathroom, she was nervous wondering what was going to happen. She tried to act like there was nothing wrong asking him if he wanted to watch TV or DVDs.
He moved to the door just in case. Scarlett could be unpredictable. He locked eyes with her and slowly lifted his T-shirt. It took her a moment to read it, but the message was clear: she was in trouble and it was too late to run.
Jax was looking forward to administering her punishment.