Chapter 3

"What's there to figure out? Other than the woman is psychotic?" asked Micah, trying her best not to raise her voice as she pulled away from her brother's embrace. Chibs looked like he wasn't even sure what to say to his younger sister. She leaned back against the bar.

"I'm not even sure what this was even about," she said, sighing at the end of her sentence.

"The guy didn't tell you?" asked Chibs.

"Why would he?" she asked him, reaching for her beer bottle. She brought it to her lips, finishing the end of the liquid before laying the bottle back on the bar. She turned back to look at her brother. "I just wanna know why this is happening to me…"

"You and me both, kiddo. I'll make some calls, and see if someone knows something. But I can't promise anything. Are you sure there isn't something you aren't telling me?" he asked, lowering his head down to meet her gaze. She glanced back up into his eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

"No, I really don't know anything else," she said, keeping her voice as normal as possible. It was the first time she had ever lied to her brother. He smiled at her, clapping her on the shoulder as he walked away from the young girl. Micah's eyes immediately moved to the ground before she squeezed them shut. She opened them at the sound of footsteps in walking towards her. She looked up to meet the gaze of the one and only, Jax Teller.

"Sorry about that," she said, giving him her best smile of the moment.

"It's fine. Everything alright, darlin'?" he asked her. Micah nodded her head and slipped off the bar stool.

"Yeah, it's just family bullshit," she said, "How have you been, Prince?" She laughed lightly at the nickname she had for him. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I've been better," he smiled at her.

"That doesn't sound too good," said Micah, lightly poking his chest. Jax just shrugged and moved to sit on the bar stool next to her. She turned her body to face his, resting her arm against the bar.

"Don't you have club business somewhere that you should be getting to?" asked Micah, laughing lightly as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Probably," he laughed, pushing his own hair from his eyes, "But I'm sure the boys can handle it." Micah rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what was going to happen next, even though she was trying her hardest to avoid it. She shook her head, sliding off the stool and moving away from the bar.

"You should probably be with them. Don't ya think, VP?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as she began walking towards the door. He stood up, following her to the front door.

"Nah, they're big boys," he laughed as they both walked out of the building. Micah turned around to look at Jax and folded her arms across her chest. She smiled at the guy in front of her, knowing where his thoughts were ranging. She cocked her head, raising her eyebrows again.

"I bet you have a girl somewhere just waiting for you to stop by, right? Why are you wasting your time with me, right now?" she asked a slight laugh at the end of her statement.

"I wouldn't call this wasting time. Besides, since when don't we catch up?" he asked, moving closer towards her, leaving only inches between their bodies. Micah laughed, dropping her gaze to their feet. Micah felt Jax's hand reach up to her chin and pull her gaze up to meet his. She gave him a small smile, knowing what was going to happen next.

"Hi," she laughed lightly.

"Hi yourself," he grinned as he leaned in and closed the gap between the two of them. Micah's body couldn't move. She felt his lips crash into hers, and that was it for her. She dropped her arms to her sides, letting him close the space between them as he cupped her face in his hands. Her hands immediately moving to grip onto the cut he was wearing, so her knees wouldn't give out on her. She smiled into the kiss as she felt him deepen it, letting his tongue glide along her lips as it moved to dance with her own. She pulled away slowly, feeling his fingers run through her hair.

"Damn Jax," she laughed lightly, leaning her forehead against his own, "You really won't take no for an answer, will you?"

He leaned away from her, laughing at her remark. He shook his head, his hand moving down to grab hers. "No, I will definitely not," he laughed, pulling her back into the club house. They weaved their way through the tables, and down the hall to the apartment.

"Some things never change," she grinned as they stepped into the room. Of course, the two had only been apart for going on eighteen months. But for them, it felt like a whole lot longer than that.

Micah pushed the cut off of Jax's shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She tugged on his shirt, pulling it off his body before stepping up and kissing him again. Her shirt was tossed away somewhere in the mix. Before either of them knew it, it was like they had been doing this their whole lives.

Micah woke up to the ringing of a cell phone. Of course, she had only been napping for like twenty minutes, but sleep was sleep. She stretched under the blankets, expecting Jax to be reaching for his phone. But when she rolled over, he was only sitting up and reaching for his cigarettes. Micah cocked an eyebrow as she sat up, holding the blankets over herself.

"It's not mine," he said, laughing as he lit the cigarette between his teeth. Micah reached over her side of the bed, digging into her purse and pulling out her phone. By the time she pulled it out, it was a missed call. She flipped open the phone, leaning back against the wall. It was Taylor.

"Shit," she muttered, dialing the number back.

"Everything okay?" asked Jax.

"Yeah, I forgot Taylor was driving up here," she laughed lightly as she placed the phone to her ear.

"Hello? Where are you?" asked Taylor, answering her phone. Micah shook her head lightly, running her fingers through her hair.

"Um…" she trailed off, laughing lightly as she glanced over to Jax. He laughed as he flipped the blankets and slid out of the bed, grabbing his jeans. She reached over and hit his leg as he got up.

"You're with Jax, aren't you?" asked Taylor. Micah could just picture her friend rolling her eyes right now.

"Where are you?" asked Micah, slowly moving to get out of the bed.

"I'm just pulling into Charming. I'll be at the house in like twenty minutes," said Taylor.

"I'll meet you there," said Micah, hanging up the phone. She turned to look at Jax, who was already dressed and just putting on his cut. Micah shook her head as she started to pick up her clothes. Jax walked over to her, placing his hand on her hip as she held the sheet over herself. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

"I gotta go meet the guys and deal with some shit," he said, "I'll stop by the house later to check on you."

She rolled her eyes, knowing that it didn't matter what she said next, he was going to do it. She glanced down, noticing his cell phone in his other hand. He must have gotten the call while she was talking to Taylor.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I have to go meet Taylor anyway. Gemma's gonna kill me cause I haven't said hi to her yet."

"Gemma doesn't know you're here yet?" Jax laughed as he kissed her one last time, "I'll sure miss ya, Micah." Micah swatted him with her clothes as she turned and headed into the bathroom. After she finished getting dressed, she headed out to her car, hoping that Gemma had either gone, or wouldn't notice her. The older woman was like a mother to Micah, and Micah loved her. But she really didn't have the time to talk, especially if Taylor was waiting for her. Micah managed to get to her car before Gemma had noticed her. She knew she was going to pay for it later. But she also knew that it would be worth it in the end to see the older woman's face.

Micah pulled out of the lot and headed back to her house. Taylor wasn't there when she had arrived, but Micah knew that she wouldn't be far behind. She parked her car, and stepped out, making her way towards the front door. By the time she had stepped inside, Taylor's car had pulled up and parked in front of the house. Micah smiled at the timing. She moved away from the door, waiting for Taylor to walk in.

Taylor stepped inside, closing the door behind her and then turned to look at her friend. For a moment, neither one of them said anything. Micah wasn't sure what to say. And Taylor was worried about what she was about to hear.

"Did you do it?" asked Taylor. Micah took in a deep breath and slowly nodded her head.

"But it was self-defense. And there was a whole lot more to that story too," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

"Well, let's hear it," stated Taylor, walking over and sitting on the couch.

'This should be fun,' thought Micah, moving to sit down on the couch next to her friend.