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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 4 Wake Up Call
Scarlett didn't know who she was anymore. She had played various parts for so long; she'd lost herself. Actors can get all the awards, but the truly great performances were done by people who don't have the advantage of a script and a director.
She was on her own, trying to figure out her character and how to accomplish her goal of getting close to Jax Teller and getting the information she needed to save herself. She wasn't looking forward to the betrayal part of her plan, but it was survival.
There were moments like this when she didn't care much about saving herself. What pleasure she got from life was in knowing that every breath she drew into her lungs angered her former fiancé. He would never know any kind of happiness until he killed her.
The novelty of hotel living had worn off many years ago. It was just another night in a not so clean hotel on a too hard bed watching TV until she fell asleep.
She had to give it to Jax; when he turned on the charm, he was hard to resist. He was smart, funny and best of all, he could laugh at himself. She could see why Violet had fallen for him. As she had looked into his bright laser blue eyes, she wondered if he killed her sister. She didn't trust her judgment with men. She'd been fooled once. It would never happen again.
The goodnight kiss from Jax had been neat, sweet and quick because when it felt like it was going to move to a romantic level, she had put her hand on his chest and pulled away explaining that she needed to get some sleep.
He accepted her rejection with good humor, but she was sure that he didn't get rejected much. It was a relief that it hadn't ended in some big fight with him telling her that he bought her dinner and she owed him. Some men actually believed that.
The last time a man had tried that on her, she'd taken a twenty dollar bill out of her wallet and thrown it at his feet. She'd also told him to go fuck himself because she was never going to do it.
She hated night and she hated sleeping because the dreams came and tortured her. She was running in her latest recurring nightmare. If she could just get to the house to warn them, she could save her co-workers. Of course, she was never in time.
The light from the bathroom was supposed to help her sleep better. She wasn't afraid of the dark; she was afraid of what it concealed. At one hotel, she'd turned on the light in the middle of the night to see her way to the bathroom and seen roaches. The light hadn't even made them scatter.
She fell into a restless sleep. His hands were around her throat and he was going to squeeze the life out of her. She woke up before he killed her and turned on the lights and TV. It was going to be a long night. She wouldn't sleep again until dawn.
Her cell was ringing. She grabbed it and saw that it was Jax.
"When I rode by your hotel, I noticed your light was still on."
"I had a nightmare. I get them a lot."
"Want me to come by and chase them away?"
"Yes."
A moment of weakness or brilliant strategy? She'd figure it out when he got to her room.