CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT

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The lot is completely empty when I pull in beside the clubroom door, ignoring the marked spaces completely. Jax parks his bike in its normal place and gets off as I open the back door of the car and let Doj out. He bounds over to Jax with a happy woof even though he'd only been in the car for a few minutes. Jax sets his hand on Doj's head as they walk towards me his thumb lightly scratching between his eyes. Jax reaches my side just as the echo of a bike down the road reaches our ears and he moves slightly so he's in front of me, his shoulders tensing a little till the familiar reaper on the gas tank becomes obvious.

Happy pulls his helmet and gloves off before stalking over "You a'ight? Lookin' a little tense there bro."

Jax shrugs as Doj trots off to the picnic tables and starts sniffing "Just anxious to get this done."

Happy chuckles as we walk towards the clubhouse, the door slamming open just before we reach it and Miles all but falls through it under the weight of the garbage bags he's carrying. "Watch it shithead." Happy growls stepping around a dropped bag.

Doj barks frantically and comes running to my side, his tail moving frantically. "Sit."

Miles' eyes shoot over to me and he almost relaxes when he realises I wasn't talking to him until Jax narrows his eyes "Once that's done Doj needs to be brushed, the shits in the back of my Old Lady's truck. She'll tell you what needs to be done."

Rolling my eyes before anyone notices. Cocking my head to the side I examine the poor prospect in front of me. I know he'll be a patched member soon, if he makes it, but the shit that he's had to do so far could not have been fun and what I'm about to tell him won't be easier. "There's a bright pink bag in the back that has a lead to hold him and his brushes. There are four brushes. The blue one is for his head and face, the small green one is for his feet and between his pads, the purple one is for his body and the black glove one is for his legs and tail. Don't get the muddled up cause then I'd have to buy all new ones."

Miles' jaw drops and Jax chuckles, his hand coming up to rest around the back of my neck "Darlin', why does he have four brushes?"

I shrug "Cause they're moulded to the shape of that area. Oh, and he might need to have the hair round his pads trimmed, if it's sticking out too far let me know. And watch when you brush his tail, he tends to get a bit excited when that is done."

Jax waits till we're inside before asking quietly "What does he do when his tail is brushed?"

I laugh so hard I have to stop where I am and lean against a table till I regain some part of my composure. Looking up at Jax and Happy's faces the giggles continue till I'm breathless and my face is flushed. Holding my hand up I gasp in huge breaths until I can speak again "He humps."

"He what!?" Happy says, a smile twitching the corner of his mouth.

"He humps. The person brushing him if they have a limb sticking out, mid-air if they don't. That's why you will never get me brushing his tail."

Happy chuckles as we walk down the corridor to his room "You're evil."

Jax grins and agrees "I told her that."

Opening the door Happy goes in first "I've just got a bit more set up to do, most of its done. Jax gotta question though."

Jax crosses the room with Happy and he starts talking softly while I sit down on the chair quietly, my fingers clenched together in my lap. Jax comes back a few nerve wracking minutes later with a smile on his face "I picked the design for you."

I nod at the lack of question in his tone, the statement wasn't something that he's going to enter discussion about I can tell "Do I get to see it?"

Jax shakes his head "Nope, but it says exactly what you wanted. Four words 'Property of Jax Teller' inside a shield designed to go right here." Jax lifts his head and pulls his shirt away from my skin, tracing the point where my shoulder curves up onto my neck. Goosebumps break out across the area and he leans down kissing the spot before swiping his tongue across it and blowing cold air. A shudder runs down my back and a low moan comes through my barely parted lips.

Jax smirks at me reaching down to his belt "Close your eyes Darlin'. This may freak you out."

"What?" I know my eyes are wide and my cheeks are lightly flushed.

"I need to modify the shirt so it won't get in Hap's way cause you ain't takin' it off." Jax pulls his KA-bar from the sheath and waits, his eyes locked on mine.

Shaking my head I lean up and kiss him lightly "I trust you baby. Besides, if you cut me accidentally your ass is on the sofa."

Jax chuckles as he pulls the shirt away from my body sliding the blade through the material from the cuff of the sleeve to the neck, the tip less than a ΒΌ in from my skin as it flicks through the band around the neck. Sliding the knife away plucks at the shoulder strap of my bra "This does have to go though."

Reaching under the shirt I undo the clasps and wiggle a little pulling the bra out through the gap where there was a sleeve and passing it to him silently, the shirt sleeve now hanging open, the sleeve against the shirt where my waist is.

Looking at the mirror in the corner of the room I frown and reach over pulling Jax's knife from his belt "I'll be back."

Ducking into the bathroom I pull the shirt over my head and split the other sleeve before pulling it back over my body and tying the back of the two cut sleeves into a flat knot which I twist around so it's behind me, knotting the front part of the sleeves I tighten it so it's snug against my chest, the word SAMCRO still plastered across my breasts. Jumping up and down a couple of times to make sure nothing's going to work loose I nod once and pull the door open.

Jax whistles, his eyes drifting over my exposed shoulders "I think you should keep that once you're done."

Shaking my head as I cross the room Happy pats the chair in front of him "I want you here, on your side if you can, but you gotta pull all that hair away from ya neck."

Reaching into the pocket of my jeans I pull out the elastic I'd put in there that morning and pull all my hair around the other side, running my fingers through it a couple of times I braid it quickly and tie the end up "That good?"

Hap smirks at me "Assume the position then."

Laughing as I slide onto the leather chair he gives me a few seconds to adjust so I'm comfortable before picking up the disposable razor and cleaning the area of skin, pressing the stencil to it he cocks his head checking the positioning before looking over at Jax "There good?"

Jax leans over, his hand resting just by my head "It's good."

He moves to step away from the table by I reach up and grab his hand "Stay with me?"

"I wasn't goin' anywhere Darlin', but I do need a seat." Pulling the other chair over he spins it around and sets it down in front of me, sitting down with his arms resting over the back he looks over my body at Hap "We're good to go."

Happy nods once, the movement a flash in my peripheral vision before setting his currently ungloved hand on my arm "I'm not gonna lie, this is prolly gonna hurt."

I shrug the shoulder that's not stuck to the chair "It's all good Hap. I've been waiting for this for 8 years, what's a bit of pain between friends."

Happy chuckles and snaps on fresh gloves, picking up the machine and dipping the tip in the black ink "A'ight cupcake."

Bending his head over my neck the buzzing sound sends a familiar rush of adrenaline through my blood stream a second before the pinpricks of pain start.