Tattooed Love

Tattooed Love

Life is complicated. I always thought my life defined complicated, but clearly before this it was just screwed up, now- well now it's complicated.

I lunged to the toilet bowl again, and emptied the contents of my stomach. How could this happen to me?

I flushed the toilet and staggered to the basin, cleaning my face and refreshing my mouth. The positive pregnancy tests were shattered across the basin; the evidence of my current nightmare.

My phone vibrated in my phone, I lazily answered it.

"Amber, what the heck are you doing in there?" Jax whispered harshly down the phone.

Clearly my long toilet stop wasn't going unnoticed now.

"I'm coming." I snapped the phone closed, and gathered the tests up dumping them in the side bin.

Picking my bag up, I walked through the petrol station. The guy at the counter had his eyes locked on me, well I guess it wasn't every day a chick rocked up with an entourage of bikies and rushed in to buy a dozen pregnancy tests.

I think he was half tempted to ask me how I went. Lucky for his safety he didn't.

"What the fuck were you doing in there?" Cole yelled at me from his bike. I pulled my sunglasses down. I would die before I told him the truth, and I wasn't in the mood to create a believable lie.

"Are you alright?" Jax glanced over his shoulder, while I got on the back.

"Fine."

The line of motorbikes roared back to life. If I was any other old lady, I was sure I wouldn't of held the guys up. They would have ridden through, not waiting? for a chick.

We had been on the road for over twelve hours. We had another hour to go, and I think it was going to kill me.

The sound of thirty six bikes, were drowning my ear drums. But as we rode into the Satan's Shields Eastbound club, my eardrums got an extra bashing by loud music, and alcohol fuelled men.

Needless to say when the motors died, it was only replaced with something just as loud. I slid off the bike, removing my helmet hoping it would relief my headache, but it didn't.

All the boys were off their bike, greeting one another. The party was clearly just starting, and I wasn't in the mood for it.

"Jax!" A large man came charging up to us, and bringing Jax into a manly brother hug.

I stood at the side feeling awkward. My stomach was twisting and turning, and not to mention there was a ....thing growing inside of me.

"This is Amber." Jax introduced me.

I nodded my head, at the guy, and avoided eye contact.

"Amber Shield, right?" He prompted conversation.

Again I nodded my head.

"She's had a long ride." Jax watched me weirdly.

"Well the ladies are easy, the beers are following and it is good to have you in my town." He threw an arm around Jax's shoulder and guided him to the party.

"What's up sister?" Tyler surprised me. Tyler had somehow managed to already have food in one hand and a beer in the other. Not to mention he had his patch and leather off, wearing a tank top, showing off his arrangement of tattoos.

"Do you know where I'm crashing?" I unattached my bag, from the back of Jax's bike and slung it over my shoulder.

"Crashing already? Something is wrong with you." Tyler took another gulp of beer. "The rooms are at the side of the clubhouse."

"Does it matter which room?"

Tyler chuckled evilly "Those rooms are mainly for one nights, you know?"

"Great." That meant unclean sheets, and a night of endless interruptions. "I'm sure they are going to be well used tonight."

"Defiantly. You can ask Digger, which room he placed Jax in." Tyler pointed in the direction of the man who has taken Jax under his wing. "Presidents and well the King, always gets a good crash pad." Tyler winked.

I rolled my eyes, hating when anyone referred to Jax as the 'King'.

"I'm going to find a hotel for the night then."

"Nah sis, it's late and you're in a neighbourhood you don't know." Tyler's protectiveness came out.

"I can look after myself, and I saw a hotel about two blocks up."

"You're going to make me leave this party aren't you?"

"I'll be fine." I pulled my top up slightly, showing a hidden gun "I'm carrying, so go enjoy the party."

"Does Jax know?"

"Tell him when he asks." I said over my shoulder, and left. Luckily for me everyone was too consumed with drinks and cheap women, to notice me leaving. I didn't look in Jax's direction, because I knew he would stop me.

Anyway, he had to keep up face tonight, and didn't need me adding to his problems tonight. A whiney woman was the worst thing to see on a bikies arm.