On the Devil's Path {a SOA sequel}

chapter twelve

“Because I love you, Jax and I would never lie to you. Can you say the same?” I asked.

That caught him off guard. While he was silent, I reached into my purse, which was beside the bed, and pulled out the panties that I found tucked in the sheets. I tossed them at him and crossed my arms. He caught them and looked at me confused.

“What’s this?” He asked.

“You tell me. I found them in the bed when I came home. They’re not mine.” I said.

On his face I could see he was thinking hard. When it finally hit him, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

“You say I’m the cheater and the whore, Jax? How can you say that when you have some other woman’s panties in your bed?” I asked him.

The tables have turned drastically.

“McKayla I was drunk and lonely,” He started but I stopped him.

“Don’t. Don’t even try to use that excuse on me. You slept with someone else in the bed that we shared. I thought I meant something to you, but I can see that I don’t. You were quick to call me a whore, but who’s the one who cheated? Not me, Jax. Maybe my grandmother was right. I was just the flavor of the week and as soon as I left, you were on to the next one.” I said.

Jax was shaking his head. I could see that this isn’t where he planned on this conversation going. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t want to hear it. I turned on my heel and opened the door.

“I thought you were different too.” I said over my shoulder.

I didn’t stick around to hear what his response was. From the bedroom I walked down the hall and right out the door. I didn’t want to be in the house another second. I couldn’t take it. Everything he said was playing over and over in my head. He honestly believed that I was ratting the club out. He didn’t trust me at all.

My chest felt like it was caving in. It hurt so badly that I had to stop walking. I didn’t realized how far or how long I’d been walking until then. I could hear a motorcycle coming up behind me. I sighed and prepared myself to yell at Jax some more. When he pulled up beside me and took off his helmet, I couldn’t help but sigh in relief. It was Chibs.

“He called you, didn’t he?” I asked him.

He cut the engine and nodded.

“Aye, said you walked out and to see if I could get you.” He said.

I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest.

“I’m not going back there.” I said defiantly.

Chibs smiled a little and handed me his helmet.

“You don’t have to.” He said.

I took it and got behind him.

“Or the clubhouse.” I added.

He chuckled.

“Don’t have to go there either.” He said.

I raised my eyebrow and put my arms around his waist.

“Then where are we going?” I asked.

“My house.” He said.

He started the bike back up and off we went.

Chibs lived in a little one bedroom house not far from Jax’s. I guess that’s why Jax called him after me. I watched Chibs as he took his cut off, followed by his gun holster and put them on the counter, just like Jax did. We sat down on the couch and I awkwardly looked around. Obviously, he wasn’t here much. There was no tv, just a couch and a coffee table. On the table was a picture of a young girl. He was grinning from ear to ear.