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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 184 Love

Jax knew there was something really wrong the second he saw Scarlett after getting off the roller coaster. The color had drained completely from her face and he could see the fear in her eyes. She hadn't looked that scared when she thought a team sent by her psycho ex was coming to kidnap her from the lake house.

After Scarlett quickly told him about Tristen, he immediately gathered the guys together, explained the situation and outlined his plan.

The men were fired up. It was SAMCRO's job to protect Charming's residents. Beating the shit out of some carnival workers who were trying to rape a child was as good as it got for them. This was the MC at its best; they were fighting together just like brothers.

Jax knew that Clay would be unhappy that he wasn't included, but Jax didn't want to take the time to find him. The only thing that mattered was getting to Tristen as soon as possible before she was assaulted. Jax didn't want to imagine how horrible it would be if they couldn't save her in time. They ran into the woods with Jax in the lead and Bobby bringing up the rear.

Jax had been clear. The priority was to find Tristen and get her to safety and then the ass kicking could begin. Men who raped kids deserved no mercy and would get none from SAMCRO.

Two of the carny workers were fighting with Hale. The clown wearing a white clown suit with big orange polka dots was on top of Tristen ripping at her clothes in a frenzy.

The last two workers were watching the clown and Tristen while fondling themselves. Jax pulled the clown off Tristen. He had been holding a knife to the little girl's neck. A drop of blood dripped from it as he tried to stab Jax.

"Prospect, take care of Tristen," Jax ordered. "Protect her with your life."

"You got it," he replied. "My name is Kip," he told Tristen. "I won't let anything happen to you. I'm your guard."

Half-Sack gently helped Tristen up from the ground and led her away from the battlefield. She'd had enough trauma for the day.

Now it was time to fight. Tig, Juice and Chibs took on the two men who wanted to watch their clown buddy rape Tristen before they were able to stuff themselves back into their jeans.

They kicked the two men hard sending them crashing to the ground. The men were frantically trying to get their now limp dicks into their jeans before the next round of blows.

Time was not their friend. They couldn't get themselves back into their jeans before the next round of kicks to the balls. They finally gave up, curled into fetal positions to protect their faces and dicks and wait for it to be over.

Hale had been fighting two men. His martial arts skills had kept him from getting stuck by the knives the men were waving around, but he'd taken a couple of blows to the face. Bobby took the knife he carried on his belt just like all the members of the MC and, working with Hale, he stuck them until they laid on the ground and were still. They were alive; they were just no longer enthusiastic about fighting.

The clown was left for Jax. Jax took out his knife. He had the biggest knife in the MC, of course. The clown quickly discovered that fighting in a oversized clown suit wasn't easy. He got tripped up in all the fabric as he lunged at Jax with his knife.

Jax easily pivoted away from the blade while driving his own knife into the clown's big fat stomach. The clown grunted and collapsed falling heavily to the ground. Jax stuck the clown with a few more shallow knife thrusts before kicking him in the ribs finally finishing the clown's beat down with a couple of hard crotch kicks.

"Chibs, come over and make sure this clown doesn't get up. I want to check on Tristen."

"You got it, brother," Chibs said.

Half-Sack had taken Tristen a short distance away. She was pale, her Frozen pants and matching top were torn and dirty, but she wasn't crying. She was laughing at something Half-Sack said.

"Are you OK?"

She nodded.

"The angel lady, Scarlett sent you," Tristen said.

"Yeah, she did."

"She sent a army. What happened to the bad men?"

"We hurt them," Jax said.

"Good. What happened to the clown?"

"I hurt him extra."

She stared at the blood on Jax's shirt, looked at him and then nodded.

"He was ripping my clothes. He cut me."

She pointed at the small cut in her neck.

"He's a very bad man," Jax said, unable to come up with anything else to say.

If Hale weren't around, the clown wouldn't be a very bad man any more. He would be a dead man.

At five, she was too young to understand what was really going on. She just knew a bad man was on top of her and ripping her clothes.

"We're going to get you back to your daddy in just a few minutes."

"What's going to happen to the bad men?"

"They are going to jail."

She nodded again.

"Keep watch over her and I'll be back."

Jax walked over to where Hale and Bobby were watching over their two carnival workers who were still lying on the ground.

"I need to talk to you," Jax said to Hale. "Juice, come over and back up Bobby in case one of these pieces of shit tries to get up."

Jax and Hale walked away from the group.

"I need to talk to you about Scarlett."