Page 113 of Tattooed Love

“There is a second condition.” I stepped down from the stool and looked Jax solidly in the eye. “I don’t have anything to do with you. All my dealings go through Troy and he can pass them on to you.”

Jax’s eyes narrowed, and he growled, “Fine, like I give a fuck.” There were a few grunts from around the room and it seemed like my brothers tended to disagree with what he said.

“If I don’t have to deal with a whiney bitch, it works for me!” Jax snapped at them all, acting as if I wasn’t in the room.

“This is why I don’t want to deal with you Jax, you’re so moody.” I rolled my eyes. “Really don’t cope with rejection well, do you?”

Jax gave me a narrowed look, as if tempting me to keep going. Little did he know I was tired and really didn’t have it in me to keep fighting with him.

“So, new car?” Adam spoke up, cutting the dead silence that had coated the air for a few moments.

“Yep, seeing as I am sticking around…” I spun on the bar stool, looking at Adam and having my back to Jax now, “got sick of the bike, well… the rider.”

Adam shook his head a little, knowing I was having a go at Jax. “You know you have other bikes you could get on the back of?”

“Or I could just drive my car.”

“You’re driving with the service vehicles then, at the head of the pack,” Cole grunted behind me.

“Like I expected to be in your silly line up Cole,” I shot over my shoulder. “Just in case you didn’t hear, I brought a car, not a bike.”

Boys. All Cole cared about was me ruining his special line up. Who really cares who they ride next to anyway? It is simply an ego thing.

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No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Maybe.

No. Fuck it. NO

This was the continual battle that went around and around in my head, while staring at the door of Jax’s room. I sighed, biting my bottom lip. I had to get a grip.

AMBER, GET A FUCKING GRIP, I yelled at myself, and then brought my fist up and knocked softly on his door.

It was the early hours of the morning. We’d only gone to bed a few hours ago, but willing to hit the road early but I couldn’t sleep. Jax just kept running through my mind and I had questions that needed answers. For one, what the heck was he doing with Mai?!

I brought my fist back up, ready to knock again, when the door slowly opened. Jax was holding a cigarette in his mouth; clearly, I wasn’t the only one not sleeping.

“Can we talk?”

Jax looked me in the eye for a split second before widening the door and letting me in.

“What?” he grunted as he closed the door.

I pushed the few empty beer bottles to the other side of the bed, and took a seat. Jax went back to where he most likely was previously sitting; in an armchair just near the side of the bed.

“What’s the go with us? You belittled me in front of everyone this morning and the other night you were all over that Mai chick. And don’t you dare say she wasn’t anything, because I know she means something to you or you wouldn’t sleep with her every time you’re in town.”

“The old man tell you that?” Jax butted the cigarette out in the ashtray and reached for his beer, carefully studying me as he did.

I arched an eyebrow. Who I got the information off really didn’t matter.

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