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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 270 Unblocked Cock
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Jax rode his bike to the clubhouse. It was the same every Saturday. Friends of the club both men and women were drinking, playing pool and laughing. Soon the vomiting would begin usually led by Bobby. For now, Jax watched Bobby play pool with Miles while he drank a beer.
He wondered what Scarlett was doing. He never wanted to be as whipped as Juice was when he had a girlfriend, but damned if he didn't miss Scarlett. He looked over the girls that were in the clubhouse. Most of them were pretty enough, but none of them compared to Scarlett.
Time to go home. He'd tested his willpower by having one beer and turning down a half dozen crow-eaters. Sack didn't have to play cock blocker tonight. That flying tackle he made to bring down Ima was already a legend. Jax chuckled at the memory.
He rode through Scarlett's motel's parking lot and didn't see her car. The light was on in the room, but she left the light on when she went out
Next, he rode to the town's other motel. Scarlett's car wasn't there either. Without thinking about it, he found himself riding past Hale's. No Scarlett there either. Suppose she just left town for good?
The lease on her home décor store wouldn't stop her from leaving. After what she did for Oswald's kid, he would never hold her to the lease.
Why should she stay in Charming? There was nothing keeping her in town. She could pack up her car and just leave. She'd been so angry with him and when she said she never wanted to see him again, she might have meant it.
It wouldn't do any good to call her. She might not take his call and it wouldn't help him locate her. He used the motel she was staying at and began to search out from that location looking for her car.
He smiled when he found it parked down a side street less than a block from her motel. She'd hidden her car there. She wanted him to think she was gone.
He thought about giving her a little more time to cool off, but he was a man of action. He wasn't the type to wait. Talking to her would help him gauge if she were still mad. There was also a good chance that he could sweet talk her out of staying mad at him.
Jax returned to her motel and knocked on her door. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. He knocked a third time.
"Scarlett, I know you're in your room. I found your car," he called pitching his voice loud enough for her to hear him, but not so loud the entire motel could hear.
She opened the door. She was wearing leggings and a T-shirt, her normal sleeping attire.
"What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
"No."
He was taken aback by that. He expected that she would at least let him in. Her face was devoid of expression except her eyes. He could see the fury there.
"Are you really so angry that you would throw away everything we had together?"
She blinked and he could see her eyes were brimming with tears.
"After everything I told you, how could you think I was sleeping with another man?"
The pain in her eyes crushed him. It was even worse knowing that his stupid, reckless actions had put it there. He was the source of her hurt.
"Can I come in and talk to you?"
"No."
"How about I give you a little more time? I'll come by tomorrow around eight. I have an out of town business meeting. It should be over by then. At least listen to me. I want to make this right with you."
She just looked at him with those big green eyes filled with pain and tears.
"Wear your vest," she whispered before shutting the door in his face and locking it.
Jax took this as good news. At least she didn't want him to get killed, not that the meeting tomorrow was going to be dangerous. It was going to be a normal run of the mill meeting with the Irish.