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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 47 Discovered
Jax was still smiling when he stopped at the first stop sign. He definitely had the upper hand in whatever it was that he was doing with Scarlett. When she moved closer while he was kissing her, he had used up nearly every ounce of self-control to keep from giving her that Jax Teller close the deal kiss or the "kiss me dizzy" kiss as Tara used to call it.
It felt good to play Scarlett for a change. Even better, she knew that he was playing her. She wanted a more romantic kiss and he had chosen to leave her wanting more. He would never forget the surprised and slightly annoyed look on her face. It was a good look for her and he had knocked the always in control Scarlett off balance.
He didn't know where things were going with her, but he was enjoying the journey. It was unusual for him because he didn't spend time with women outside of sex and actually sleeping. He didn't get to know women. That included Wendy.
Wendy was a nightmare of a mistake. He didn't know much about her. She and her mother had moved to Charming a few years ago. He also knew that Wendy's mother was an alcoholic and they had a fiery relationship.
He had seen plenty of crank addicts and Wendy didn't look like one. She didn't have that thin, emaciated body, bad teeth and bad skin that were the signs of a crank addict. He knew now that she was a fairly recent addict and the drug hadn't yet taken its toll on her looks.
Gemma had been on him to fix up a room for the baby. She tried to show him paint colors. He just couldn't get excited about the decorating process. That was less to do with the baby and more about him.
Decorating wasn't important to him. He had only recently evolved from putting posters on the walls with thumb tacks to putting them in frames and hanging them on the walls.
He decided to give Gemma some money and ask her to decorate the baby's room. If he did it himself, she would want to come with him and tell him what to buy. It would be more efficient to give her complete control. She would love that and it would get her off his back.
Scarlett was right when she told him that he would need to be a great father. He would have to find that within himself somewhere. His kid needed one functional parent. He was just going to have to suck it up and make room in his life for a kid. He might enjoy fatherhood. It was possible.
Jax Teller doing diapers and day care. The thought of that scared him more than if he were in a gun fight without a gun. A kid could put one hell of a dent in his sex life especially if he ended up with full custody of his kid because the kid couldn't live with a crank addict.
The key to improving this situation was getting Wendy clean so she could be a functional mother. He had paid for rehab and it failed. It was up to Wendy now. She was going to have to want to get clean. He hoped that the birth of the baby would jolt her into getting clean, but he wasn't optimistic.
He parked his bike outside Wendy's mother's trailer. The drapes were slightly open and he could see the light from the television screen. That meant Wendy was home. She couldn't remember to lock a door, but she always remembered to turn the TV off when she left.
Wendy didn't come to the door when he knocked. That wasn't surprising. He turned the door knob and discovered the door was unlocked. That wasn't surprising either.
"Wendy," Jax called. "Wendy," he repeated.
He walked into the home and saw her sprawled on the floor, her blonde hair covering her face. He turned the kitchen lights on, saw the spoon with a little residue in it and a syringe on the counter.
There was a weak pulse. He called her name and lightly slapped her face to wake her up. After a minute or so of this without any response, he gave up and went into the kitchen to use the phone on the wall to call 911.
As Jax answered the 911 operator's questions, he could hear the click of the keys just like on TV. He told her he suspected she had overdosed on crank and she was pregnant.
The seven minutes it took before an ambulance arrived passed so slowly, Jax thought the clock on the kitchen wall must have stopped. He hated feeling helpless, but there was nothing for him to do. Wendy was breathing and her heart was beating.
Once the paramedics arrived, Jax expected them to scoop up Wendy from the floor and rush her to the hospital. On TV, it happened in under a minute. In real life, it took almost six minutes before Wendy was on her way to the hospital.
As they were moving Wendy to the stretcher, a paramedic found a thumb bag with a skull and cross bones on it that had been underneath her. He picked it up along with the spoon and syringe. It was standard practice to bring anything that would help ID the substance the patient had taken.
Jax used his cell phone to leave a message on Wendy's mother's voice mail. He also found the receipt he'd used earlier to leave a message for Wendy in the trash. He crossed out the earlier message and wrote a note to Wendy's mother that she was being taken by paramedics to St. Thomas' with a suspected overdose. He left it on the counter.
Jax next called Gemma to alert her to the news. She said they would head to the hospital and meet him there. He turned the TV off and locked the front door behind him.
It never crossed his mind that he could lose Wendy or the baby.