Jax
"Will you stay?" The words escape me before I even have a chance to think.
Roxanne looks up at me in surprise, her eyes wide with shock and mouth slightly agape. "Oh," She whispers and I feel like the simple sound was a stab to the heart.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"No!" She says, scrambling towards me. She places a soft hand on my cheek and makes me look at her. "I didn't mean that as I wouldn't. You just surprised me. I would love to."
"You don't have to," I tell her, although all I want is for her to be here with me tonight.
"I want to." She smiles that beautiful smile that I've come to adore already.
"Come, I'll drive." Grabbing her hand, I interlace our fingers and guide her out of the bar to my bike. She let's go of me and makes a gesture signalling 'one minute' as she jogs over to her bike and grabs the helmet I gave her along with a small wallet.
She smiles as she returns to me, her hand back in mind. We walk in silence to my bike. I get on first, followed by her. She wraps her arms around my torso and lays her head on my back. The smile on my face is beaming and I am sure I look like an utter idiot.
I don't care.
Starting the engine, I take off and we head to my house which is only a short, five-minute drive away. I don't live in a gated community or a huge house that is used by the club because that's just ridiculous. I don't need a huge place to live. I just need the basics and this is what this house provides.
Well, that and a huge garage. I couldn't live without that thing.
I press the button to open the garage door, entering it once it's up high enough for us to get through. When we enter, I hear Roxanne gasp behind me. She doesn't even wait for me to stop the bike, hopping off the back to go admire one of my cars.
"It's Lucille's sister!" She squeals, running her hand along the blackened surface of my '68 Chevy Impala. "I have a '69. She's like, an iridescent silver, but your's looks amazing. Never thought of black with the dark tint like that."
I smile as I watch the girl admire the car - touching every little detail exclusive to it and excitably talking about hers versus mine. From what I gather, hers is more original versus my expensive custom.
"It's nice to see a girl with good tastes in cars."
"Yeah, well you will never see me in one of those ridiculous sports cars that they make these days. Nothing will ever be like these beauties. I'll be a mom with three kids and still driving Lucille." She says and I smile.
Grabbing her wrist, I turn her around to face me and trap her against the car. She smiles as she slowly runs her hands up my chest, wrapping them around my neck. "You're fucking perfect," I whisper, smirking when I light blush forms on her cheeks.
A twinkle forms in her eyes as her smile turns into a smirk and she asks, "You just realizing that now?"
"Nah, I knew from the second I saw you dancing in my bar that you were something special."
Her smirk falters and her eyes flicker down to my lips. Taking that as my cue, I lean down and kiss her tenderly on her perfect lips. Pulling away, she frowns and I can't help but chuckle. "Come on, it's really late. I have no intentions of fucking you tonight," I whisper and watch as her frown deepens. "I got plenty of time to do that and something tells me, I'm gonna wanna do it right when I finally do."
She bites her lip and nods her understanding. Taking her hand, I lead her into my house. She looks around quickly, silently taking in everything as we head to my bedroom. Once inside, I drop her hand and walk over to one of my dressers, grabbing a t-shirt for her to sleep in.
"Here," I say, handing her the shirt. "The bathroom is right there behind you. Take all the time you need, I'll wait for you in bed."
She nods before turning on her heel and entering the bathroom. As soon as the door clicks shut, I strip off my clothes down to my boxers and enter my large, warm bed as I wait for her. Checking my phone, I see I have one message from Axel.
We ready for tomorrow. What time we leaving?
Meet for 10 and leave shortly after. I got Roxanne here & don't want to rush her home. Make sure Slade and Tommy know they are to stay at the bar tonight.
Got it. I won't keep you from your lady friend any longer. ;)
Fuck off and don't be late tomorrow.
Don't forget the condom brother.
I roll my eyes and place the phone on the nightstand. Moments later, Roxanne exits the bathroom. Her long hair is wrapped up in a high bun and what little makeup she wore earlier is now scrubbed from her face. My shirt drapes from her body and ends mid-thigh.
She looks amazing and I can't stop my dick from stirring.
"I claimed one of your spare toothbrushes," She says as she jumps onto the bed beside me. "I hope you don't mind."
"What's mine is yours, love."
I lift the blanket over her small frame and wrap her into my side. She takes the opportunity to lay her head on my shoulder before drawing small circles over my torso with her delicate fingers. The gentle movement brings a calm that I wasn't expecting, lulling me into a deep sleep.
But just before I succumb to it, I am sure I hear her whisper, "I'm sorry."
Remind me to ask about that tomorrow.
Waking up with my beauty should have been an unforgettable experience, yet I was robbed of it. Instead, she was gone - only a note with an 'I had to go' left where she once slept beside me. No number. No address. Not a single way to contact her. I couldn't help the foul mood it left me in.
So, I had a rushed, miserable shower with a throbbing cock begging for release before throwing on some clothes and riding back to the bar. I grew even angrier when I saw that her teal motorcycle was not in the parking lot. Instead, a couple dozen black bikes of my men were lined up outside the still-wrecked building.
Entering the bar, I must have had some kind of terrifying look from my face because most of my men wouldn't even look me in the eye as I walked past them.
Well, all of them except Axel. He had one of his stupid grins plastered to stupid face.
"What the fuck do you want?" I growl as I grab a bottle of rye from behind the bar and take a quick swig.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," He says, that grin growing larger. "Did you blow your load early or something? Saw Roxanne take off pretty early this morn'."
"And you didn't think to call me about it?"
"Nah, she seemed to be going through some women shit." He shrugs his shoulder and takes the bottle from me. "Wasn't about to get into that bullshit."
"You should have told me," I say through gritted teeth.
He shrugs again and I feel like I am going to explode with how infuriating he is being. "You know I'm not good with that shit, Jax," Axel says before taking a long sip of my whiskey. "Besides, I had Ryder follow her. He told me she got home safely at about seven this morn."
I sigh, relieved. "Thanks, man. Tell him to send me her address."
"Already done. Don't you know by now that I got you covered? I could do your job and mine with my arms tied behind my back." He winks and I shove him away from me.
Turning towards my men, I yell, "Everyone know the plan?" I watch for everyone to nod their heads. "Let's ride!"
We head out of the bar one by one, hopping onto our bikes. We all fire them up together, a thunderous roar echoing around us. I gesture for everyone to follow me, then take off towards our destination.
Somewhere behind me, I hear the familiar guitar of Ozzy's Crazy Train and I smile. My men know how to it works. They know what we need to get in the zone before we get to work.
And when we arrive, we're ready.
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Author's Note:
Short chapter, but I promise to make it up in the next. Let me know what you think in the comment section. I would love to hear your thoughts and criticisms. They help me out greatly!
Also, let me know why you think Roxanne left so early. Seems like a shady thing to do.
As always, thanks for reading!