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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 308 Scarlett's Bedroom Surprise

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This was one of finest hours of the SOA MC. Jax wanted to celebrate for awhile with the MC before calling Scarlett to pick him up. They all raised a beer in a toast to the future and the peace agreement with the Mayans. Both Jax and Clay were basking in all the praise for their tough negotiations with the Mayans. They had played off each other expertly to manipulate Alvarez so SAMCRO squeezed all they could out of him as punishment for his plan to wipe out SAMCRO.

In MC culture an attack on one is an attack on them all. Alvarez's plan was ill conceived from the start. If he'd wiped out SAMCRO, he would have had one hell of a war with the Sons on his hands. In that sense he'd gotten off easily. His charter was paying a high price, but he would have been in hot water with the all the Mayan chapters if his plan had succeeded and he ignited a MC wide war.

Jax called Scarlett to pick him up after about an hour when they opened the clubhouse. That meant lots of girls and it would turn into an amped up Friday night style party/orgy. The poor prospect would be cleaning up a lot of vomit.

He was using the crutches and keeping the weight off his left foot when Jury caught up with him.

"You leaving?" Jury asked.

"Yeah."

"I'll walk out with you," he said getting the door for Jax.

They walked to the street together.

"How's that ankle?"

"I think my ankle will have a quick recovery," Jax said.

"I got shot a couple of times in 'Nam. Had to rest a lot."

"Glad I only have an ankle injury."

"Your father would have been proud to see what you've done for the Sons by this peace deal with the Mayans."

"Thanks, Jury," he said.

The two men hugged carefully adjusting the hug for Jax's crutches.

Scarlett drove around the corner catching Jury's attention immediately for the car and then for her.

"My old lady," Jax said as Scarlett stopped the car.

"It's good to be Jax Teller," Jury said.

"Damned right," Jax replied with a grin.

Jax discovered just how hard it was to get into the low slung Corvette. He'd seen Scarlett struggle, but he had a new appreciation for how difficult it was getting in and out of the car especially with crutches.

She waited until he had fastened his seat belt before pulling into traffic.

"How are you feeling?" she asked looking while waiting for the traffic light.

"I'm starting to feel like I've been shot."

"It's time for more pain meds," Scarlett said. "There are two pills in the pill bottle in the cup holder next to my iced tea. You can have some of my tea to swallow them or we can hit the drive thru and get a drink if you want something."

"No, I don't mind sharing your drink."

Jax took the pills and swallowed them down with some of Scarlett's iced tea. For having lived in Texas, he was surprised that she didn't drink sweet tea. It was the drink of the South.

He pointed to his cheek.

"Have you forgotten already?"

She kissed his cheek.

"You know that this ends when you get your stitches out? There are also some body parts that the pointing and expecting a kiss won't work for."

Jax laughed. He could always count on Scarlett to come up with some comment he hadn't expected.

"Want to be specific?"

"The point and kiss only works on the face."

He grinned and pointed at his lips at the next light.

"You know I kind of missed you," he confessed.

"Kind of? That means a lot."

"Normally when I'm with the MC, that's my focus."

"And you thought about me a little?"

"Maybe more than a little."

"You just talked yourself out of trouble."

"Are you going to be OK to drive?"

"Driving around town is hard because it's moving a lot from the gas and brake. That's what's hard for me and having to hold the brake pedal down at lights. The drive is almost all freeways and at this time of day, there shouldn't be much traffic. When we get to the house, I'm going to take a hot shower, take my medication and go to sleep. I'll change your dressing and give you your medication before."

Jax fell asleep a short time later. He couldn't believe that pain meds didn't make Scarlett at least a little sleepy. She told him without sleeping pills, she would be up all night without being at all sleepy.

When Jax heard the garage door go up, he woke up.

"I can't believe I slept the whole way."

"I think part of your reaction is your body recovering from getting shot. I can't carry your bag. Can you use carry it cross body style?"

"That won't be a problem."

Jax got the bag in managing his crutches carefully. Scarlett left some DVDs on the bed for Jax to choose from while she took a long shower to help relax the muscles in her back.

This was the first time Scarlett had had to deal with Jax's gunshots without Tara being present to help her out. She wasn't worried about just changing the bandages it was the nudity and being alone with Jax. She was shy.

Jax began to strip for his shower. He was wearing baggy boxers so the fabric didn't rub against his stitches. Scarlett laid out the bandages, pushed up the leg of the boxer's to remove his bandage.

"Looks good. Clean. No signs of infection."

She put on the waterproof bandage carefully to make sure the edges were all tight against his skin.

The next was the one she dreaded—the one in the middle of his left butt cheek.

"Why did you have to get shot here?" Scarlett moaned, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"I would have preferred not getting shot at all."

"That too, but why here?"

"Most girls wouldn't mind seeing my ass."

"You can have one of them take your stitches out with their teeth or raffle off the honor."

"Funny," Jax said and then pointed to his lips.

She kissed him before carefully moving his boxers down to the middle of his left butt cheek to the wound. She looked carefully at the stitches. No pus or discharge. She applied the new bandage.

"This is healing well. You were so lucky Tara got to you and got antibiotics into you."

"I was damned lucky to have both of you saving my ass last night."

Jax took his shower and realized that he may have overdone the activities that day, but he didn't have a choice. Tomorrow, he and Scarlett can stay in and watch movies or DVDs or make out if they can figure out pain free positions. There would definitely be no swimming until he got his stitches out.

Scarlett was propped up in bed watching a DVD. She looked so beautiful in her crimson sleeping attire.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Stiff. I'll take an extra muscle relaxer and a painkiller tonight. I'm taking my meds and I'm setting the timer on my phone for thirty minutes and I'll take my sleeping pills and set it for another hour so I can give you your meds. You need another round of pain meds and I'll set my phone to wake me up."

"You don't need to do all that."

"Doctor's orders."

"I want to tell you about the meeting at the clubhouse. It involved dealing with the attempt on our lives last night."

Scarlett stopped the DVD to give Jax her full attention.

"OK."

"Clay and I met with the Mayans charter headed by Marcus Alvarez. That's the charter that tried to kill us. Their national president found out what happened and was desperate to avoid a war. We reached a deal to avoid a war. There are still two guys that were part of the actual crew behind the attempt. Both Mayans and Sons are looking for them and they will be permanently dealt with."

"So less future violence?"

"Yeah. Neither club will go after the other and the local charter is paying a huge financial penalty. We got about everything we wanted in a war without risking or getting any of our guys killed."

"That makes me so happy."

"Yeah, we have a good chance at a peace with one of our biggest rivals."

Scarlett pointed at her lips.

Jax grinned and kissed her.

They took their medications and the next thing Jax knew he woke up with something wrong with his left wrist. He tried to move it. It wouldn't move. He opened his eyes and saw that his wrist had been zip-tied to the headboard. That wasn't all. There was large metal bowl on the bed.

The bowl contained a candy bar, a bottle of water and a note. She told him in her note that she'd gone for supplies and wanted to make sure he behaved. He was responsible for anything put into the bowl. There was also a semi-automatic hand gun with a round in the chamber and an extra clip under her pillow. She would be back by 11:30 am.

Jax grinned shaking his head. Only Scarlett would zip tie a guy to a bed and leave him a gun.