Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
When I stepped into our room, I frowned at the silence. Guessed she wasn’t in here.
I heard her laughing, and then Ace saying something from his room. Following their voices, I headed further down the hall.
“Hey, what are—” My words died in my throat when I saw Blakely and Ace sitting on the bed. Ace’s hair was blue and purple, and he had makeup on his face, applied better than most women did.
“Hey.” Ace lifted his hand in a wave. “Everything cool?”
“I, uh, yeah,” I muttered. “Makeup a new thing?” I asked, leaning against the door frame.
He nodded. “I think it’ll be a sometimes thing. I like eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara more than all this contouring bullshit.” He waved his hand over his face.
I softly laughed before looking at Blakely. “I’m heading to the garage for a few hours. Want to come or do you want to chill here?”
She shrugged. “I’ll come.”
“Oooh, can I come, too?” Ace asked, hopping off his messy bed, acting as if he hadn’t just been ready to rip my throat out a few hours ago. Clothes were everywhere—the bed, the floor, the dresser. I had no clue how the kid lived like this.
“I don’t care,” I told him. “Just hurry up, or I’m leaving you behind.”
Blakely grabbed my hand in hers, and I led her out of the room and down the stairs. “Makeup and hair, huh?” I quietly asked. I wasn’t bothered. Ace could express himself however he wanted; I gave no fucks as long as he was happy. Just had been a tiny shock to my system.
She shrugged. “He asked, and I didn’t mind helping. I think he looks good with it.”
“He looks like… Ace.”
She laughed. “Lovely description, Jax.”
I grunted. “Eh.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jax
Shaw knocked on the open chapel door, where I was sitting at the table ordering parts. I could’ve done it at the shop, but I didn’t feel like being away from Blakely any longer, and it had already been five in the evening when I’d called it a day.
She was upstairs reading a book, but at least she was near. Under the same roof as me.
The cravings I had to be near her still sort of surprised me and blew my mind. I wasn’t one for forming deep attachments, but with Blakely, it’d sort of been inevitable.
“What’s up?” I asked, looking up from my laptop.
“You mind heading out and getting the pizzas I just ordered?” Shaw asked me. “Convenience store on the corner. I know you’re busy, but Konrad is on some fucking meeting and has holed himself up in his room. Arlo is still at work, and I don’t want Ace or Cameron out there.”
I nodded and pushed back from the table, closing my laptop as I did so. “I’ll head out. If Blakely comes down, let her know I’ll be back in a little bit.”
Shaw clapped a hand to my back as I passed him. “Thanks, brother.”
Blakely emerged down the stairs as I was pulling my truck keys from my pocket. She was pulling her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head, but she paused, frowning at me, her fingers speared through her long, blonde hair. “Going somewhere?”
I nodded and walked over to her. Gripping the side of her neck, I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Heading to get pizzas. I’ll be back.”
She nodded and pressed a quick, soft kiss to my lips. “Be safe.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel along to the beat of the rap song playing quietly through my speakers. It was dark now, which meant deer and other wild animals were out. And I wasn’t keen on hitting any of them.
The glare of bright headlights lit up the interior of my cab and my mirrors, damn near blinding me. I cursed, shoving my mirror away so it wasn’t shining right in my eyes.
“Turn your fucking brights off, asshole,” I growled.
The pop of a gunshot exploded in my ears, and then the back end of my truck dropped before spinning out. I cursed, the pizzas flying to the floorboard and spilling everywhere as I fought to regain control of my truck, my muscles straining with the effort.
The tires hit the edge of the road, and then I was tipping, rolling down the embankment and stopping right before the creek, miraculously upright. Snarling, I ripped my gun out of my glove compartment, my truck alarm blaring in my ears. The sounds of men barely talking reached my ears over the noise.
I needed to get the fuck out of here.
I crawled out of the busted window on the passenger side so the door wouldn’t make noise. I had my burner in my pocket, but my regular cellphone was lost somewhere in the truck. Not a goddamn thing I could do about that, but at least there wasn’t anything that could be used against me or the club. That phone was squeaky fucking clean.