Page 10 of Tattooed Love

He had scarred me.

Dad took the stool next to me.

“I received a phone call from the local police today, Amber” Dadsaid, striking up a conversation I immediately wanted to end. Me and the police never go well.

Great.

“Your license has been suspended again.”The disapproval in his voice was clear. I don’t know how many times he had been dragged in by the police because of me. Surprisingly, he always spoke on my behalf and usually got me out of it.

He had power, connections, and money. All things in my favor, but it seemed like he wasn’t using them this time.

“I told them you would stay off the roads this time. Three months,” he added with a tone to say I had to do what I was told.

I slammed my fists down on the island counter.

“Do not start Amber” he warned, giving me a pointed look.

Jax walked towards us, and took a stool at one corner of the island.Looks like he had discovered he could walk again; maybe the shock of seeing me was wearing off? I glared at him, seeing red. If he was a friend of my brothers’, he was certainly nothing but a scum bastard.

“Jax and you attend the same school. Perhaps you could ride together?” Dad asked, looking over at Jackson.

I rolled my eyes dramatically.

“I’d be happy to give you a ride,” Jax said politely, looking at me.

My mouth dropped open! What a Kiss Ass! I could count on one hand, actually on one finger, how many times Jax had spoken to me, and now he was offering to take me to school? Well, he could go and get fucked.

“That’s very nice of you Jax, you are a good man!” Dad praised.

Dad shot me a disapproving lookwhen I didn’t immediately start saying thank you. One glance at me, and he could see something was wrong.

“Something wrong Amber?” he questioned.

Not at all dad, seriously, everything is just peachy. I am over the moon with this morning’s events. Of course, I never said any of this out loud.

I felt my control on my temper slipping.

“Nothing.” I muttered.

“Good, I will see you tonight then.” He stood up, nodded at Jackson, and walked out of the kitchen, coffee still in hand.

I glanced at the pinhead named Jackson Johnson.

Why was he smiling? What was funny about all of this? I glared at him. The rage I felt towards him wasn’t reasonable.

His smirk still stayed put.

‘What?!” I demanded. Why the hell was he still looking at me!

I jumped off my stool and left the kitchen, seething. As I walked up the stairs, his smirk played on my mind.

It was bad enough I had to deal with him at school, and sit next to him in history, and now… now he was in my house!

I quickly changed, not paying attention to my look, and headed back downstairs.

Jax was now standing at the front door, fully dressed.

ThankGod. I’m sure there would be women all around the world who wanted to gawk at his every toned muscle - but I wasn’t one of them. So, the fact that he was now fully dressed, well, I saw that as a bonus.

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