Page 107 of Tattooed Love

“For you,” I said, reaching behind her and turned the tap off. “What’s wrong?”

“I… nothing.” She inhaled quickly and bit her lower lip.

“Don’t lie to me,” I kneeled back in front of her, placing a hand on each side of her. “Now I’m going to ask you again. What’s wrong?”

“It’s pathetic,” she whimpered. “Don’t worry about it… you should go.”

“Tell me.”

She shook her head stubbornly, and her hair whipped across her face.

“Go,” she muttered, and wouldn’t look me back in the eye. Each tear that fell down her cheek angered me more. I didn’t like watching her cry, and it pissed me off that I didn’t know how to stop it.

“Fine, get up.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist and supporting all her weight, I pulled her to her feet. She didn’t fight me, and I scooped her up easily. I knew Amber hated being seen as weak and I knew right now she would hate herself.

I carried her out and softly placed her on the edge of her bed.

“Where are your bags?” I grunted, before pulling her wardrobe doors open. I groaned as I took in all her stuff.. How the hell was I going to be able to pack her shit, when she had so much stuff to pick from?

“What are you doing Jax?” she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“You’re coming with us.” I pulled something from a hanger, and when it turned out not be a jumper, I flung it to the floor. Her walk-in wardrobe was massive, and it was full. Suddenly, I was facing a new nightmare.

“On the run?” Her voice was dry.

“Yes,” I snapped. “If I can get your shit into a bag.”

I snapped around when I heard her giggling, frowning at her. She held her stomach. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were bloodshot but she was laughing.

“I’ve spent the last two hours depressed. You didn’t think of calling me and telling me this?” She shook her head. “God, Jax!”

“How the hell was I meant to know you would be crying?” I crossed my arms. “I didn’t think you would care that much.”

She automatically looked offended and then I watched her face turn to disgust. “Fine. I’m not going.”

I sighed; I’d set myself up for that one. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

“It sounded like you weren’t going to miss me, so fuck you, I’m not going to miss you.” She crossed her arms, like the headstrong woman she was.

I walked across the room and stood in front of her. Why did I have to fall for this strong-willed woman?

“Babe, I didn’t mean it like that.” I placed a finger under her chin and pulled her head up. “Next time I will call. Now please, help me pack your crap. The guys are waiting.”

Amber’s eyes were fierce, even under the red stains. She wouldn’t let me see her emotion, and she wasn’t letting me off the hook that quickly. Pushing my hand away from her face, she got up and pushed past me.

I couldn’t help but smirk as I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her begin to pack. She was one hell of a woman, and she was my woman; I had fallen hard.

Chapter 29

Amber

I stood, arms crossed, casually at the back of the car park, like I had been told. I gritted my teeth watching a black haired woman cling to Jax’s side like a leech. Perhaps I would be happier if she had been ugly, or looked like a normal whore who would cling to a biker, but she wasn’t. She was beautiful and, when I say beautiful, I mean drop dead stunning, and it only made me want to wring her neck so much more.

“Amber bed, now.”

I looked at Cole with a dry expression. For some unknown reason, all my empty headed brothers had made it their mission to boss the life out of me while on this trip. Ever since we pulled out of the club gates last night, and considering I had already put up with it for 24 hours, I was ready to bring my claws out.

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