Page 111 of Tattooed Love

For once, I wished my brothers would step in and roar at Jax for speaking to me like that. For humiliating me like that! How dare he order me! I wasn’t his to order-around. I felt my rage begin to take over.

I would’ve done this deal for him, because I cared for him and I knew this deal meant a lot to him, but, if he didn’t back off, I knew I would be tempted to tell him I wasn’t going to help.

I attempted to get a hold on my rage, and my fear of him had completely disappeared, because I knew, or hoped actually, he wouldn’t hurt me buthell, when it came down to it, everyone who had meant to care for me had hurt me in the end.

“I’m not a member of your club.” My voice was low and threatening. “You don’t need to know how I know them. All you need to know is that I’ll do the deal.”

“If you think I will hand this deal over to a little girl who has a fuck buddy in the TNS organization, you’re sadly mistaken. This deal means a shitload of cash for us and I won’t let you fuck it up.” His voice was cold as steel, and just like a blade, his lack of trust in me cut through me sharply.

I could scream at him. I could tell him of all the deals I had done with the TNS before. I could belittle him in front of everyone.

But telling him of the deals I had done, or my relationship with the TNS, would only answer his question, and give him reassurance, and right now that was the last thing I wanted to give him.

I stood up from the chair, my eyes squarely locked with Jax’s. “I hope that you find someone who won’t fuck it up for you then,” I said. With that, I began to walk away, the bikers stepping out of my way as I made my way to the door.

“Did I say you could leave?” Jax snapped behind me.

“As you pointed out,” I turned around slightly to glare at him, “I can’t help you.”

I quickly made the last few steps to the door, and walked out of it quickly. I knew as I shut the door that their deal would fail, because the TNS would not deal with them; because, unlike Jax, they trusted me.

Chapter 30

I pushed the button and locked my newly acquired SSC Ultimate Aero. It was dark now and I had finally returned to the clubhouse everyone was staying at. I had thought about taking off and heading home, but I didn’t really want to. Sure, I didn’t like my brothers, but they still were good to have around.

The door creaked as I pushed it open; I was already prepared for the screaming and yelling I would be getting from them; but, to my complete surprise, the club lounge room and bar area were empty.

I had left my phone in the room I slept in last night, so I made a beeline for it. Luckily, I kept my license and cards in my boot; otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to buy that car. Well I didn’t buy it; I made a call to dad at the car yard and he took care of the financial part.

Slipping into the room and scooping my phone up from the bed, I was sure my eyes had doubled in size when I saw that I had no missed calls or messages.

Not one of them called wondering where I was.

Biting my bottom lip, I realized that maybe I had caused more damage than I had thought. I sat on the edge of the bed. Sure I was angry with Jax, hell I could throttle him, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to fail.

It had taken me all day to calm down and to stop planning different ways to inflict a lot of harm.

Iunlockedmy phone, and slowly scrolled down the numbers. Finally, I settled on Troy’s number and pressed dial. I totally wasn’t calling Jax; I was way too stubborn for that.

“Amber?” Troy’s voice actually sounded shocked; who knew he had it in him.

“Where are you?” I cut right to the chase.

“Out. Now where the heck are you? Do you know how long we have been looking for you?”

“Looking for me eh?” I couldn’t stop my voice from sounding amused.

“Where are you?” His voice had now turned into a low growl but I had to admit it was nice to hear that they cared enough to be looking for me.

“At the clubhouse.”

“What… ours? Back home?”

“No, the Deadly Dozens. You know… where I am meant to be staying.” I rolled my eyes. Did he actually believe I would take off back home? Well, I guess I did think about it but I’m not that much of an attention seeker.

“Oh, well stay there,” he ordered, and I heard whispers in the background like a few others were listening in on the conversation.

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” I announced. I hung up. Falling back into the bed, I smiled slyly. I wondered how far the boys had made it on their way back home, in their effort to find me.

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