Page 124 of Tattooed Love

She had spotted me.

I saw the lights ahead changing, and sure enough, she put her foot down, floored it and ran the lights. I gritted my teeth as I came to a stop behind a car. I had lost her; there was no chance I would find her now. She would be taking every back road possible.

Bloody Amber being too smart for her own good. Maybe I should just take a hint and stop stalking her. She clearly wanted nothing to do with me. I needed to get trashed and forget her.

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“Jax? Where you been?” Troy grunted when I switched the bike off. I got off the bike and placed my helmet on the handlebar.

“Out,” I shot back, not in the mood to tell him I had been stalking his sister.

“Did you find out who he is?” Cole walked out the front door, with that normal cocky grin on his face, and guessing correctly where I had been.

“Don’t know what you are on about,” I grumbled.

“Right,” Troy smirked. “You ready to go?”

“Go where?” I only had one thing on my mind; drinking my sorrows away.

God, I sounded depressive. Bloody Amber.

“Club meeting, remember?” Cole huffed, still with a cocky undertone in his voice. Cole really knew how to piss me off. “Or did you forget, having other things on your mind,” he added. He was being relentless!

“Shut it Cole,” Troy jumped in, before I managed to answer him.

Damn meeting. I would cancel it, but I had set the damn thing in the first place. Grinding my teeth, I nodded my head. “Right, let’s go.”

“I’ll drive,” Troy unlocked his sedan.

“Why the fuck aren’t we taking our bikes?” Tyler grunted from the back seat, moving uncomfortably between Adam and Cole. “Cole, when the heck did you get so fat?” he grumbled.

I glanced at them in the back; they reminded me of clowns in a tiny car.

“It’s muscle, you tosser,” Cole snapped, and punched Tyler’s thigh.

“Get OFF ME!” Adam yelled and pushed Tyler back to the middle. Tyler had been groaning in pain, rubbing his thigh and leaning into Adam.

“Shut up! All of you!” Troy snapped over his shoulder, taking his eyes off the road. The whole trip into town, all the three did in the back was bitch.

Your leg is on my side, stop leaning on me… the bitching went on.

“CAT FIGHT!” Tyler yelled, loud enough to deafen me. I shot a deadly look in the back at him; he didn’t even notice though, he was too focused on what was happening outside of the car.

Troy slowed down, and sure enough, two chicks were going at it, both wearing orange jump suits. Community service workers, or highway trash pickers. The two guards that were meant to be looking after them were just hanging out, watching the fight.

“Ouch, the one with the dark hair is on a roll!” Tyler said, while Cole cursed him for leaning on his knee.

My eyebrows knitted together as I took a closer look at the girls. “Troy, pull up closer would you?”

Troy frowned, but indicated and pulled up to the side of the road. We were barely crawling along anyway.

“Is that…?” Tyler started, then stopped.

“Nah, it couldn’t be...” Adam added.

“It bloody is!” I fumed and pushed the car door open roughly. Everything was beginning to make sense now.

“Jax, don’t get involved,” Troy yelled out the car window.

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