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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 261 Surprised Scarlett

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Jax was a few minutes late to the meeting. Clay shot him a dirty look as he took his position at the table on the left of Clay. Tig was already in his position on Clay's right.

Most of the meeting was taken up with discussions of the sale of the land parcel. It was closing in a couple of days. That would give the club a cushion of money to use for emergencies and get them through lean times.

Everyone applauded Jax for coming up with the idea to rent houses instead of building warehouses. Bobby found a house in the country and the gun assembly and warehouse operations were up and running.

Scarlett's security precautions opened Jax's eyes. Anyone following one of the Sons could eventually find out about the warehouse. Under Jax's new protocols, they never went to the warehouse on bikes in cuts. They always drove in cars with no identifying bumper stickers on the cars.

Jax couldn't believe that they used to ride as a club to the warehouse. How much more obvious could they make it? Clay and his damned dummy companies wouldn't protect the club if someone had some pictures of the MC paying a visit to the warehouse.

Clay grumbled about the new security because they had had to get a couple of cars to use as transport to and from the warehouse, but Jax always pointed out that it was a small price to pay to stay under everyone's radar.

"That warehouse is back and better than ever," Bobby said.

The men at the table cheered. Clay was less enthusiastic. He didn't like it when Jax came up with a good idea.

"We are flush for the Irish because we were able to get the warehouse back up and running so quickly," Bobby said.

"Wonder why we never thought of it before?" Opie asked.

"Well, we thought about it now thanks to Jax," Clay said sourly.

"Sunday we're meeting with the Irish to give them the money for six months worth of guns. I'm not sure of the time yet. It's going to be Jax, Tig, Chibs and me," Clay said. "When the time is locked down I'll let you know."

The meeting continued discussing some of the smallest topics in more detail than anyone could possible care about. It just went on and on. Jax would much rather have spent the time getting to know Scarlett.

It was midnight when the meeting finally wound down. He drank a beer at the clubhouse to be social, but in keeping with their agreement, Jax didn't even flirt with a single crow-eater. When he was married to Wendy, he hadn't considered flirting as out of bounds, but he knew Scarlett would have a different view point.

After downing his beer, he went back to his quiet empty house. For a couple of minutes, he thought about calling Scarlett and spending the night in her bed.

He stopped himself. He was not going to be like that pussy Juice who calls around from girl to girl to find one who will let him sleep with her.

He showered, got into bed and began reading Brown's Requiem by James Ellroy. That writer wrote the book the movie LA Confidential was based on. He wanted to start small. LA Confidential was over 500 pages, Brown's Requiem was half the size. He was just checking out this writer and to see why Scarlett liked reading him. Maybe he and Scarlett could discuss books too.

He and the guys were working on cars and bikes in the garage when they learned the meeting with Michael McKeavey was off. The Irish got very mysterious and didn't give a reason. That meant, that as soon as he changed the oil in the bike he was working on, he was free.

Jax decided to go home and shower off the work grease before dropping in on Scarlett. Maybe dinner, a little walking and a lot of time making out. Perfect evening and soon it would be even better when Scar's body got stronger, they grew emotionally closer and finally made love.

Jax drove into the motel's parking lot and immediately noticed a silver Honda. He'd spent so much time at the motel, he knew the cars that parked there. A man with curly brown hair got out of the car. Scarlett flung open her motel room door and the man disappeared inside with her.

What the hell was going on? Why would some guy go to Scarlett's room? Probably just dropping something off. He circled the block. The car was still there. There must be some reason for a guy to be in Scarlett's motel room. Something that made sense.

He did another lap. She told him she hadn't been with a man in four years. He was the first man in four years whose touch didn't make her skin crawl. She needed him to be exclusive with her before she could feel close enough to have sex with him.

What the hell could she and that guy be doing? Anything work related could have been done at her home décor business. There was no fucking good reason for a man to be in her motel room alone. Especially for ten fucking minutes.

What if she had been playing him? What if everything she'd told him were lies? He could wait until the guy left and then casually ask her about him. She'd try to lie her way out. He wasn't going to put up with that. He wanted her to know that he'd caught her.

She'd lied to him. Played him. All along she was seeing some other guy. Son of a bitch. No one was playing Jax Teller for a fool. It wasn't his style to wait for the guy to leave. The way to the truth was getting inside her motel room.

He drove one last loop around the block, his anger building. He parked his bike and pounded on her door.

"Scarlett, I know you're in there."

The curly brown haired man opened the door. Jax pushed past him to get inside. Scarlett was lying face down on her bed. She was wearing the same shorts she'd had on the day they met. The waistband was loosened and pulled down low, just below the small of the back. The back of her top was also pulled up all the way to the bottom of her bra

The man sat down on the bed next to Scarlett. Scarlett was really in bed with this guy.

"Jax what are you doing here? I thought you were working all day?"

"I'm sure you did."

All the lights in the motel room were off and the curtains were drawn. The bathroom light was on, the door closed so only a small sliver of light lit the room. Romantic.

Jax had enough. No one was playing him for a fool. He couldn't beat Scarlett but he could beat the shit out of her boyfriend. He grabbed the guy off the bed and threw him against the wall so hard it rattled a nearby picture. He punched him hard.

"What are you doing?" Scarlett screamed. She was still motionless on the bed.

The man gasped, the punch knocked the wind out of him. Jax punched him again.

"Stop it! He was giving me an acupuncture treatment."

"That's . . ." the man gasped, "all."

Jax released his hold on the man who crumpled to the ground and looked at Scarlett. He hadn't seen any needles when he came in. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he could see small thin needles barely thicker than a hair with pale blue tips in her back.

Jax's jaw clenched. He grabbed the guy and put him on his feet.

"It will just take a couple of seconds to get them out."

He reached into his pocket for a small bottle. As he removed each needle, he gently rubbed the skin before putting the needle in the bottle. Scarlett pulled up her shorts and pulled her shirt down as she slowly got off the bed.

"Sorry, bro," Jax said.

"It's OK," the man said. He knew Jax Teller by reputation and he just wanted out of there before he punched him again. "Do you want to try again?"

"I'll call you next week," she said. "Thanks and sorry. Are you OK?"

He looked at Jax and nodded before quickly leaving.

"What the hell was that all about?" Scarlett demanded.

"I saw a guy go into your room and stay."

"You have embarrassed me. You have humiliated me. I told you I haven't been with a guy in four years. Obviously you don't trust me."

Scarlett wrapped her arms around her.

"Let me explain."

"Get out now," she raised her voice. "I have nothing to say to you."

Her face was flushed with anger.

"Fine," Jax said, his voice angry. "You just want to make this as hard as possible."

"I never want to see you again."

There wasn't any point in trying to talk to her when she was in that state of mind. Better wait until she cooled down and saw that she wasn't blameless in this.

Jax left.