Page 106 of Tattooed Love

“Why?” I spoke, and looked at the four of them. Each had an understanding expression, but yet I was in the dark.

“She doesn’t like being left alone,” Tyler answered me, and turned to look me in the eye. “She might look tough and fearless, but she isn’t.”

I knew this, and I felt like punching him for telling me about my girlfriend. My expression turned bitter, and I knew they saw it.

“Look Jax, we don’t like asking for personal favors. Fuck, it pisses me off having to ask this but I want Amber on the ride; but it is club business so it can go to a vote,” Troy said as he crossed his arms.

“She doesn’t like being alone isn’t a big enough reason for her to join a gun run,” I crossed my arms. I wanted to be near Amber, but her coming on this ride would place a greater responsibility on my shoulders. I would have to keep every wanker away from her, without bringing it to her brothers’ attention, and, on top of that, I have to lead a successful dangerous run.

But then if she was with me, I would know she was safe.

“She’s coming,” Cole growled at me, but his statement meant nothing.

“Not if that is the only reason,” I snapped back.

“Amber can’t be left alone,” Adam said calmly at me, knowing that threats wouldn’t get any of them far. “She isn’t well enough.”

“She’s sick?” I arched an eyebrow, although I knew she wasn’t. She had been anything but sick last night. I wanted to groan; why would I bring those memories to myself at this moment?

“She’s on a list,” Tyler muttered. “We have been handling it, so it didn’t relate to the club.”

“What sort of list?”

“A hit list. Blake got her on it,” Cole snarled and glared at the table. “After he went to jail, she has been placed as the informer.”

Amber was on a hit list? I gritted my teeth; I was pissed off that they had kept this to themselves. “Has anyone approached her?”

“No, not yet,” Troy added. “Which is why we want to keep her close.”

Now another job had been added to my plate, although this job I would complete with pleasure. Someone was threatening my girlfriend, my only weakness. These poor bastards had no idea who they were messing with. They were dead men walking.

“She comes,” I grunted. “My vote is in favor.”

The guys looked at me, each expecting to have had to do more to get my vote but they had it now, and I knew they wouldn’t question it any further.

“We will deal with the hit list when we get back.” I got up, my expression blank. “Next time, don’t keep things from me.”

“The hit list doesn’t affect the club,” Tyler said slowly.

“Amber is your sister. It splits my Charter leaders’ attention; it affects the club.” My voice was firm and harsh. I couldn’t have them running around behind my back, leading their own war. “We will leave tonight like planned.”

Troy brought the hammer down, and the meeting was closed. It would be impossible to keep mine and Amber’s relationship a secret for much longer, especially once we get back and I hunt those bastards down for thinking they can hunt my girlfriend.

“I’ll pick Amber up,” I said. “It will stop the conversation.” I opened the club door and Troy nodded his head at me with a thankful smile.

Bringing your sister on a run wasn’t going to look good in the other riders’ eyes, but if she was on the back of my bike, not one biker would doubt why she was here. If they did, I would shoot their head off; as, unlike the Shield boys, I could actually kill a member and I would, for only two reasons; betrayal and Amber.

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“Amber?” I knocked on her door, and pushed it open slowly. “Amber?” Where the heck was she? I heard the running tap and walked across her room quickly.

“Amber?” I said louder. It was late; after ten.

I pushed her ensuite door open, and running water was filling the spa, but she wasn’t in it. Alarmed, I took the scene in quickly. I felt myself being pulled to the ground as I took her in, sitting on the floor, her knees to her arms and her head in her hands.

“What the fuck is wrong?” I panicked, and her head snapped up as I placed my hand on her knee. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks stained with tears.

“What are you doing here?” She choked. Her skin was freezing and I began to wonder how long she had been on the cold floor.

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