I guess I had expected Jax to argue the toss about the girlfriend comment. I assumed he would protest, claiming she was just another crow-eater etc. but there was no dispute from him. Instead, Jax put away all of my special toys and made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. It didn't sit well with me that I felt like I was being punished for stating what I knew to be true. If I was perfectly honest, I hated the silence; I wanted to battle it out.

"So, tell me all about your girlfriend." I demanded as soon as he stepped out of the shower, his body still moist as he towel dried his hair. Jax sighed, throwing the towel to the side as he sat on the end of my bed.

"What do you want to know, Amelle?" Nothing. Everything. I wasn't going to like the answer but I had to know.

"Juice said you and Wendy were together out of habit, that he wouldn't exactly describe you as happy together. Are you happy?"

"I hate that question, no one is really happy. He was supposed to be keeping an eye on you, not spilling all of my secrets."

"He was what? You sent him to spy on me? God, I'm so gullible, I thought we were actually forming some kind of friendship."

"If it makes you feel any better, he was only supposed to visit you once every week or so, not every day." It kinda did make me feel better about it all, I liked Juice and I hated to think that his friendship held an ulterior motive. "I was starting to think something was going on with you guys. There isn't, is there?"

"No but even if there was something between Juice and I, it has nothing to do with you." I crossed my arms as I lay back against the headboard.

"You're right, technically." Jax moved up the bed so he was sat next to me. "But I would be very jealous if I knew one of my best friends was doing you, especially when I didn't even get the chance." There was that smile again.

"You blew your chance at that, mister."

"Oh, so you wanted me to?" He was edging closer to me with every word.

"I didn't say that…"

Jax took that as a challenge, pulling me down the bed by my ankles. He quickly found his place between my bare legs; resting his weight on the arms he had either side of my head. The thin material of our underwear was all that separated us from crossing that final line and into a whole other level.

"So you're telling me that every time I do this…" He ever so softly brushed his lips over mine. "It isn't the reason those goose bumps are all over your skin?" I knew if I reacted or pushed him away, he would know he was getting to me so I lay still.

"It's cold in here." I whispered against his faint kisses.

"So me doing this…" He traced tender kisses along the nape of neck, so I could only just feel them. "Has no effect on you?" I shook my head, determined he wasn't going to win this battle.

"And you're telling me that if I ran my hand up here…just like this." His hand stroked the skin of my bare thigh as it travelled slowly up towards a place that ached for his touch. "That when it brushed over here a little…" His words directed every move he made. I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt his fingers stroke the crotch of my panties, he held them in place to tease me some more. I had never wanted him as much I did now.

"Just what I thought, baby, they are a little wet. See, you might not want to admit it but your body tells me everything I need to know. Wanna know what you do to me?" I couldn't help myself, I nodded.

Jax took his hand away just so he could take hold of mine; slowly he dragged it down his torso, allowing me to feel just what I had been staring at for the past few hours. He let go of my hand as we got to the waistband of his boxer shorts.

"Touch it and you'll know exactly what you cause."

Our eyes were locked onto each other as I followed his commanded, instinctively biting my bottom lip ever so slightly as I moved my hand lower.

"Rock hard, baby, and it is all because of you." He wasn't lying, he was solid down there. I kept my hand there for a while, very faintly stroking his impressive size through the material, just enough so I could watch him get a little more worked up.

"Can I?" He asked for permission when he really didn't need to, it was obvious I wanted him in this moment just as much as he wanted me. Before I could even finish nodding a response his lips crashed down against mine, our tongues fighting for dominance in eachothers mouths as his hands roamed up my shirt, pulling it over my head in one clean swoop so my bra was exposed.

He wasted no time expertly undoing it, cupping each bare breast in a hand as he trailed the nipple with his tongue. I wasn't in the mood for foreplay; I had to have him now. I placed a hand either side of his face, pulling him back up so he was eye level to me once more. It was incredibly intense as we stared into eachothers eyes, hunger and lust radiating out of us, desperate to be as close as possible.

"I need you, Jax."

As if the Gods were waiting for the best moment to spoil what we had going on, his phone began to vibrate on the side table.

"You have got to be kidding me!" He shouted, rolling away from me to get it. I clambered around the room, picking up the items of clothing he had so furiously disregarded moments ago. As I came to my senses, embarrassment washed over me.

"Hello?...Why?...Well yes, I was busy…Okay, this better be fucking good." Jax threw his phone back onto the table.

"The club?" I asked, I was already back in my oversized shirt as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah, you better get some clothes on doll, Juice and Tig are outside."

I walked into the living room to find the three of them leaning on various items of my furniture, why they couldn't just sit on the sofa was beyond me. I figured it made them feel manly if they never actually put full butt on any surface.

"Hey there…woah, we really did disturb you didn't we?" Tig teased.

"What? No, Jax just woke me from a nap."

"Uh-huh, sure he did. An orgasm is the perfect natural blush for you fair ladies…You know, if you ever need waking up again, give Uncle Tiggy a call."

"Tig, leave it." Jax said, his irritation wasn't well hidden and I relished in it, jealousy looked good on him.

I jumped up on to the counter next to Juice, because clearly sofa sitting wasn't very cool in their world; when in Rome.

"So, what's going on? Why are you guys here?"

"We tracked King down, he's at his club in Stockton, says he's willing to meet." Juice said, it concerned me that he looked worried about it, I knew there was more they weren't telling me.

"And what does that mean?"

"It means that I'm going to have to leave you for a little bit while I go and sort this mess out with King." Jax said, his face awash with concern too.

"But what about the guy from last night? What if he comes back?"

"The only place that piece of shit is heading is hell." Tig chuckled.

"Oh god, what did you guys do?"

"Amelle, don't worry about any of that, that's my job. Juice will stay with you while I'm in Stockton so you're not alone."

I hated that I didn't argue with that but I couldn't stand to be alone right now so having Juice with me was more than a blessing.

"Look, we're matching!" I joked, plopping myself down next to Juice on the sofa while pointing to my impressive black eye.

"Except I make mine look good." I slapped him with the back of my good hand, right in his gut.

"So what did you tell him?" I asked, pretending I wasn't bothered by the fact his boots were propped up on my coffee table.

"Huh? Told who?"

"Don't play stupid with me, mister Intelligence Officer. What information did you give Jax?"

"Shit, he told you?" I nodded. "Practically nothing, you wouldn't talk about your past to me much so I had to dig a little deeper via the internet and you're history is virtually non-existent! I found out your mother, Alexis Coben lives in Nevada with your little sister Kayla. I couldn't find anything about your father, did you not know him?"

"He was in my life, I barely knew him though. He died many years ago now. Anything else?"

"You have no felony charges but you have two speeding fines and one parking ticket on your record. I did find out something pretty interesting though, haven't got round to telling Jax yet. Your mum has links to the president of the Indian Hills charter." His eye brow was raised as he said, expecting me to follow through with all the information he wanted.

"She does? How?"

"From what I could see they were childhood friends, arrested together as teenagers for petty theft but both were let off with a caution then the trail runs cold."

"My mom was arrested? First I've heard of it. Who is this guy?" I racked my brains trying to think of any male friends my mum may have had but came up empty; the only guy that wasn't blood in her life was my dad.

"His name is Jury. Tall guy, grey and balding fast with a pretty mean moustache."

"My mom has never had any male friends, just my dad."

"Weird, you should ask her about him."

"Yeah…that ain't gonna happen." I quickly stood up, hunting for something to busy myself with as this conversation was getting uncomfortable fast.

"Why not?"

"Leave it please, Juice. I don't speak to my mom anymore and that's all you, and Jax, need to know."

I had a feeling he wasn't going to be satisfied with that answer but I was grateful that he didn't push further, the last thing I needed the day after I was attacked was to be questioned about my family.

When Jax finally got back I had just made Lasagne for dinner, enough to feed 1,500 by the looks of it.

"Where's the others?" I asked as he sat down at the table I had set for six, it was half empty with only Jax, Juice and I.

"Headed home, nothing more we can do tonight. This looks great babe, thank you." He threw his arm around my waist, pulling me into an awkward half hug as I served them food.

"I'm judging by your tone that it didn't go so well…" Another question I asked that I didn't want to hear the answer to, it was becoming a habit.

"King is pissed that we took out one of his guys, he's not letting this one go with an apology." Jax said. A scowl was painted all over his face.

"So what does that mean?" There I go again, asking the questions I knew I'd hate the answer to.

"It means we have a little beef on our hands until we work out a way to settle this score." Juice was staying quiet on this one, tucking into his pile of Lasagne as we spoke. "It also means that you're going to have to have one of us with you at all times."

"What? No! This is silly; the guy doesn't know where I live. Look, I have some savings, whatever money Lucy owes him I'll pay it back and that will be the end of it."

"It's not as simple as that." Juice muttered finally.

"Sure it is, it's what he wanted in the first place."

"That was before we took out his right-hand man. King will be out for revenge and as long as I'm around, it sure as hell ain't going to come in the form of you." Jax dropped his knife and fork heavily on the plate. "I'm staying here tonight and we'll work something out in the morning. You can go home now, Juice."

"What…can I at least finish this food?" Juice pleaded with his big brown puppy dog eyes.

"I'll put it in a container for you. You might as well take the rest, give it to the others, it will only go to waste otherwise." I'd never seen a happier smile on the little Puerto Rican.

"Something has been bugging me about you." Jax started, his voice shocking me out of the film we were watching on the sofa.

"Great, this sounds like a thought I really want to hear." My sarcastic tone was in full swing.

"Not like that, babe. I've noticed that this whole club business, the running off constantly, the talk of violence, even down to you using the term crow-eater…It's like, none of this is new to you. Is it?"

Here we go, another round of dodging the family history questions.

"I've watched a couple of biker gang films, big deal?"

"It's more than that, I can tell. Have you ever been someone's Old Lady?" I could tell by his face he was now the one asking a question he didn't want to hear the answer to.

"No! I've never been an Old Lady."I'm pretty sure he could tell that I had a distaste for the term.

"I need to know, Amelle, because if you have had alliances with some other club, I can't be seen around you."

"I just told you that I haven't." My brain was searching for ways to get out of this without lying and without telling the complete truth.

"Then what is it?" His voice had an extra assertiveness to it when he was irritated, I liked it.

"Shit, okay fine. You wanna know the truth?" Jax nodded. "My father was a member of a club, the Lost Breed's down in Vegas. That's how I know."

"Holy shit, your dad was a Lost Breed? That's crazy." I hated that I couldn't read him, especially in moments like this.

"Yeah…so does that mean you have to avoid me now?"

"Nah, babe. A couple of the founders of the LB's were in Vietnam with my dad, we're cool with them." As if he could tell I was relieved, he pulled me closer to him. "And you're even sexier now that I know you have Outlaw blood running through your veins."

"Stop, Jax." I pulled away from him, edging all the way over to the other side of the sofa much to his bemusement. "We can't keep doing this."

"You can be so fucking stubborn sometimes."

"You have a girlfriend, Jax, an Old Lady. I don't want to be your little bit on the side."

"Wendy is not my Old Lady. She's an old girlfriend who came around again. You wanna know something, darl?"

"I'm not sure I do but you're probably going to tell me anyway."

"I've known Wendy for about 20 years; I've known you for all of about four months. Never once have I considered what it would be like to have Wendy as my Old Lady yet practically every day I spend with you, it's all I think about."

It seemed to be a reoccurring habit that every time Jax and I got a little too close for comfort, be it physically or in the form of conversation, we'd be disturbed and this time was no different; his phone rang, blocking all the need for me to respond.

"Hello? No, she's here with me, why?...Jesus fucking Christ. Okay, I'll be there in 5." Jax jumped up from where he was sat before he had even shut off his phone.

"Come on, we have to go!" He shouted, practically dragging me off of the sofa.

"What? Where? Why?"

"That was Chibs; there was a break-in at the Bakery about half hour ago. Tig and Bobby were driving by and saw the front window all smashed in, when they went to investigate they found a bloodied white scarf lying amongst the glass with what looked like bloody fingerprints on the door." Jax looked me dead in the eyes to make sure I got what he was saying. "King has Lucy."

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