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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 284 Scarlett's Devotion

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Scarlett looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Jax should be here any minute now. She went into the bathroom and quickly added a brush of blush over her cheeks and a red stain to her lips. She was wearing pale pink knee length leggings with a turquoise tunic that had big light green, pink and white tropical flowers. Scarlett loved the T-shirt because it was such a bright cheerful shirt. She couldn't help but feel happy wearing it.

When the knock came, she was so sure it was Jax she flung open the door without checking the peephole. It was Sack.

She was furious with herself for this lapse in security. She knew better than to open the door without looking through the peephole. This time it was OK, but the next time, it could be someone sent by her psycho ex or a random rapist/serial killer.

"Can I come in?" he asked quietly. "I need to tell you something."

Scarlett let him in and closed the door behind him.

"What is it?" she asked eyeing him warily.

"Jax is at the clubhouse and he wants to see you there."

"Is Jax's mouth broken? Why doesn't he tell me himself?"

Sack looked down at the carpet.

"He was kind of in an accident."

"What kind of accident?"

"Uh . . . the kind where there might have been guns."

"Oh, my God. Is he going to be OK?"

"Yeah."

Scarlett heard the uncertainty in his voice and it terrified her. She switched her slippers for ivory flip flops. She dropped her small crossbody red bag into her larger pale beige tote bag where she kept a gun and her medication.

"I have a car so I can drive you."

"I'd rather drive myself."

"You can follow me. I have to unlock the gate before we can get in."

"Sack, I need to mentally prepare myself. How bad is it?"

He hesitated.

"Iraq bad," he said finally.

Scarlett sucked in her breath.

"OK, let's go," she said.

She left the TV and lights on. She didn't like coming back to a dark room. On the way to the clubhouse, all she could think about was Jax lying near death.

While she waited for Sack to unlock the gates, she noticed not only was there a camera at the gate, there were cameras on the roof to monitor the streets. After Sack unlocked the gates, he drove through, waited for Scarlett and then closed and locked the gates behind them.

During the drive, she willed herself to be strong and tough. She didn't want him to be hurt and in pain. Most of all, she didn't want him to die.

She'd never been in the clubhouse before, but it looked pretty much like pictures of MC clubhouses she'd seen on TV and the internet. There was an L shaped brown sofa, a pool table, small tables with chairs and a bar along the back where the MC was gathered.

There was a light on over the bar, but it was still gloomy. That seemed to reflect the mood of the group clustered around the bar. She recognized Clay and Gemma, but she wasn't sure of the names of the other guys.

"Well, take her back to see Jax," Gemma said sharply.

Scarlett instantly knew that Gemma wasn't happy to see her and she thought it was more than her being upset about her son being shot. Tara confided that she and Gemma had a bad relationship. Scarlett didn't expect to have a better one.

She trailed after Sack each step filled with more dread than the one before it. Jax was lying on the table. When he heard their footsteps, he turned his head and his face lost some of its pained expression.

Chibs replaced the sheet before Scarlett could see any of Jax's injuries.

"I'll give you a couple of minutes," he said and left.

"Sack bring Scarlett a chair. She can't bend down to talk to me."

Sack trotted off to bring a chair.

Scarlett just looked at Jax. He was pale and she could tell he was in a lot of pain.

"Thanks," Scarlett said as Sack brought a chair and positioned it near Jax's head before leaving them alone.

She sat down slowly. She tenderly stroked his hair back from his face.

"What happened?"

"I got shot a little," he said weakly.

"Did you wear your vest?"

"Yeah. I forgot and I remembered you told me twice to wear it. I went back and put it on. It's why I'm alive. You saved my life."

Scarlett kissed his cheek.

"If you think getting all shot up gets you out of our fight, you're wrong."

Jax managed a small smile.

"I didn't think I'd get off that easy."

"Damned right."

"Kiss me."

She kissed his cheek and continued to stroke his hair.

"Lips."

"You're bossy when you get shot," she said softly.

He flashed her his Jax Teller grin only this one was hiding the pain he was in.

She kissed him softly on the lips and looked into his eyes.

"No more getting shot."

"Hadn't planned this one."

"Is there anything I can do? I have pain medication with me, but there could be a bleeding issue if you take it."

"I'll see how bad it gets. Once the bullets are out, maybe then."

Chibs walked into the room with an unsteady gait.

"Need to get those things out," Chibs said apologetically his voice slightly slurred. "I don't think you should see this."

"I don't want to leave."

"How about you sit where I can see you?" Jax suggested. "I really want to be able to see you."

"Anything for you," she whispered and kissed him gently on the lips before getting up from the chair.

Chibs took the chair and moved it outside the room to a place where Jax could see her, but she couldn't see much of what was going on with his wounds.

He went to the bar and returned with a half empty bottle of whiskey. He poured some in Jax's mouth before he began probing for bullets followed by Jax groaning at the pain.

Scarlett's eyes filled with tears. This was unbearable.