2
Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 323 Out of Control
"
It was bedtime and Gemma was turning down the bed. She was still filled with rage over her phone call with Jax. Clay could see the fire in her eyes and her flushed face. He braced himself for another tirade.
"Can you believe Jax sticking up for that little blonde push toy over his own mother?" Gemma demanded as she climbed into bed.
"You may be his mother, but he can fuck her. Sooner or later sex was going to win out. I'm just surprised it took this long," Clay said, fanning the flames of Gemma's anger. Sometimes he enjoyed seeing her all fired up because it turned into hot sex. Sometimes it didn't. He'd just roll the dice and see what happened.
"Traitor," Gemma spit the word out angrily. "I gave him life. He tells me he won't put up with me talking bad about his precious Scarlett."
Jax changed girls so often, Clay didn't bother learning their names. He'd only remembered this one because she reminded him of the little girl that was supposed to be his daughter—the one that saw him squeeze the life out of her mother.
Somewhere deep in his memory, he suddenly recalled Eden telling him Gone with the Wind was her favorite book. She'd said that if she had a daughter she was going to name her Scarlett. Strange that he'd suddenly remembered this. It had to just be a coincidence.
Clay wasn't listening to Gemma ranting and raving anymore. He was thinking about his daughter witnessing him kill her mother. That kid had grown up and she was out there with the information that could get him locked up for life. He'd always had this uneasy feeling that one day that girl would find him and wreck his life.
Could Scarlett be that girl? He had already gone through this. The pictures that she showed him of her childhood were clearly not of the girl that witnessed Eden's murder. The mother in the pictures was clearly not Eden.
Was it possible that the pictures were fakes and weren't of Scarlett and her mother? Was it possible this Scarlett was his daughter and she was coming to avenge her mother's death? This was ridiculous. She wasn't that smart. He was just being paranoid. No matter how much he tried to push the idea out of his head, there was a flicker of doubt that remained.
"I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but I won't put up with Jax putting that whore ahead of his mother," Gemma said.
Clay was paying attention now. He had no idea what she'd said while he'd been thinking of going to prison for the rest of his life. It was Gemma. It couldn't have been that important.
"Why don't you make friends with Tara and use her to take down Jax's relationship?"
"Tara knows I hate her. She hates me back. I don't think that would work."
"You're smart. You'll think of something," Clay said getting into bed and moving close to Gemma. "Bedtime kiss."
Gemma gave him a playful shove. Clay pulled her under him. Tonight he was getting lucky.