Chaper 5

Jax woke up as the sun came up, roughly around 6am. Logan was still asleep, so he took advanage of it. He headed into the kitchen and made them breakfast; eggs over-easy, toast, bacon and OJ. He came back to his bedroom, food in hand, to find Logan just waking up, rubbing her eyes. Sitting up her breasts were fully exposed.

"Oops," she took note and pulled the blanket up over herself. "So, what do I owe this pleasure?" she teased, smiling at him just as wide as he was at her. Jax sat down on the bed and passed her her plate and OJ.

"I just thought you might like waking up to breakfast in bed." She took a bite and looked comletely satisfied.

Washing it down with OJ she said, "You thought right. And this food," she took another drink. "So fucking good. I'm gonna have to make you cook for me more ofen." Jax laughed.

The two stayed in bed and ate their breakfast and had a little bit of dessert afterwards. Jax convinced her to take a shower with him to "save the environment", which she agreed to.

"I wish I would have brought clothes with me." she mentally smacked herself.

"I can swing you by your hotel if you want?" Logan was beginning to wonder jus when she would find out this mans flaws because God damn he was perfect.

"That would be great. You can just drop me off there, you know." Jax smiled up at her as he put he shoes on.

"I could, but why? You told me you have no plans til you start Friday so you might as well roll with me. I have a few things to take care of today but not a whole lot. I was hoping you'd wanna stick around and see what a day in my life is like."

Logan had no objections. She gathered her things up and put on her clothes from last night to wear home.

"If you want to take the Escalade again you can. If that's what you want to do. Or I can just take you on my bike."

"I like the bike." she smiled at him. Jax grabbed his keys and they headed out the door.

Logan was quick running into her hotel room. she stripped from last nighs clothes and slid on a pair of black Soffee shorts and an old t-shirt form her high school track team. Sliding her flipflops back on she ran downstairs to Jax and they headed to the club house.

As usual, a few of the guys were outside,just hanging out. Logan followed Jax inside, seeing Gemma and a few others she remembered meeting the past few days.

Gemma walked over to greet Jax, smiling. "Abel's in the backroom wih Tig hanging out. I figured you were, uh, a little occupied." She flashed Logan a smile.

"I have some shit to take care of today. Few deals that need to go through. Logan, "he turned to her. "I want you to stay here. Hang out with my Ma. Just stay here."

Logan was like a curious cat; it was going to kill her. She just wanted to know exactly what it was Jax did for a living, legal or not. If anything was going to happen between this two, she needed to know the truth.

"Okay, I will." she lied. Jax kissed her, smiling as he walked away.

"You're a God damned liar." Gemma said, not missing a beat. Logan turned to her, baffled. "I know for a fact you're gonna follow him." Fuck, she was dead on. Logans plans were ruined. She sighed, sitting down on a bar stool.

Gemma tossed Logan her car keys. Logan looked up, confused.

"Stay at least two cars behind, be quiet, and don't get hurt."

Don't get hurt? How serious is this shit?

"Well, are you going?" Gemma snapped. "I'm not covering your ass. You better go."

Logan didn't pause. She went to the door, looking out to make sure the guys were leaving. As soon as they all pulled out she ran to Gemmas car, getting in and pulling out. She took Gemma's adivce, staying two cars behind but managing to follow them completely.

They went nearly 20 miles away. Logan had no clue where she was but tried her best to make mental markers on how to get back.

The guys pulled down a dirt road. Logan stopped at the beginning of it and parked by a tree, getting out quietly. From the talls weed and sticker bushes, she decided shorts and flip flops were not such a good idea. Watching where and how she stepped, making sure to be quiet, she headed down towards where she could see the guys and a set of SUVs parked.

She snuck down just to where she could see them, hidng behind a tree quiet like a church mouse. She watched and listened, figuring out just what was going on. She listened to Jax and a mexican man talk.

"How much?" the man questioned.

"12. 500k. Let's do this." Jax motioned for the guys to open the truck and trade off cocaine for money.

Logans foot slipped cause a branch to loudly CRACK. She quickly sat down against the tree, heart racing, completely hidden.

The sound of the branch in the distance cracking caused the other members to draw guns on the Sons.

"Woah!" Jax yelled, backing up and putting his hands up. THe other sons drew their guns pointing them opposite to the other crew.

"Got someone out there?" one questioned

Jax shook his head. "Fuck, man, no!"

While Jax talked them down Logan did the smartest thing you could. She dropped down on all fours and quietly tried to crawl back to Gemmas car to get the fuck out of there. She muffled back her cried and groans as she got stabbed and cut up by all the jaggers. She crawled and crawled and crawled, covered in scratches, blood and dirt by the time she made it back to the car. Quietly she unlocked it, got in and closed the door, barely. Luckily, slant was working with her. She put the car in Neutral and lift it drift back onto the road before starting it. She started the car and drove the hell out of there as quick as she could, back to the club house.

As soon as Jax talked the other crew down and they swapped drugs and money, he let his frustration out.

"Fucking Logan!" he yelled, jumping on his Harley.

"What the fuck was that?!" Chibs yelled kicking dust.

The guys raced out of there getting home as soon as they could.

Logan rushed into the parking spot, taking seconds to shut the car off and get out. She was dripping blood and covered in dirt, limping over to the door.

"What the fuck hapened to you?" Gemma asked as Logan came into sight. Logan tossed her the keys and limped quickly back to the bathroom.

"Just, I don't fucking know. I need to clean up." she ran in, slammed and locked the door behind her.

She grabbed towels and bandaids and checks under the sink to find alcohol. She sat on the sink, with her legs hanging over it. Biting her lip she poured alcohol up and down her scratched up legs. She groaned under her breath as it stung and burned.

Jax and the others came busting through the door, anger in his stride.

"Where the fuck is she Gemma?" he questioned his mother, knowing she was part of this.

"She's in the bathroom. Why? What's wrong?" Jax came rushing up to his mother nearly an inch from her face.

"Don't play fucking stupid. The mexicans nearly fucking shot us. I now she was there."

Gemma didn't know what to say, so nothing was the best choice. Jax stomped back to the bathroom, pulling the locked handle.

"Logan," he damanded. "Open the fucking door."

Fuck. She rushed to clean herself up but it looked like one of her cuts was a little too deep; maybe from a piece of barbwire that was close to where she parked. Before she knew it Jax had kicked the door opened. He saw Logan sitting there, bloodied up and dirty and his demeanor changed.

"God damn it girl." he said, going over close to her. "You nearly go us all fucking killed!" he yelled at her. He could see her eyes become glossy, ready to over flow with tears. "But you seemed to hurt yourself much more." he sighed and picked her up, carrying her out to the main room, setting her on a table.

"Ma, can you go get some liquid stitches for this dumbass please." Gemma lifted her chin and walked back to grab them.

"I don't appreciate-" Logan began, feeling degraded that Jax called her a dumb ass.

"I don't appreciate you almost getting us all killed." he snapped back at her, trying to remain as gentle as he could. "What the fuck were you doing there? I told you to stay here Logan!"

She wanted to be calm, but she couldn't. Her eyes began to well up again, but she kept them from overflowing.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it." Jax wasn't trying ot be an asshole, that was how the MC worked. Old ladies did as they were told; no ifs ands or buts.

Gemma came back, tossing the liquid stitches to Jax. "She'll learn one way or another." she crossed her arms and sat down on a bar stool, getting a beer along with the other guys.

Jax bandaged her up rather quick and cleaned up the mess.

"Let's go." he grabbed his a set of keys from the wall. "Now." he damanded after Logan didn't get up. She jumped to her feet, limping a bit and followed Jax out the door.

"Wait her." he told her by the door. He ran over to the garage and pulled out a black SUB of some sort, driving it over to Logan. She got in and as soon as she slammed the door the fighting began.

"I can not fucking believe you, Logan." Jax sped out of the parking lot, heading back to his place.

She was not ready for the screaming she was about to endure.