Page 128 of Tattooed Love

“Oh piss off Cole!” I shoved past him and stormed up the porch steps. “And you!” I pointed at Jax, who was sitting on the window ledge, looking smug. “Wipe that grin off your face!”

“Don’t take your hormones out on me,” he said calmly as he looked up at me. “Not my fault you got dumped.”

I clenched my fists, shaking with rage. Not his fault? He was the one standing on the porch acting like the muscle. “God you are insufferable!”

“Just go inside already Amber,” Troy said as he put out his cigarette. “We actually have other things to do tonight.”

I shook my head. How dare they! They had things to do, and he was getting annoyed as if I was stopping them from doing them! Well for his information I had plans tonight too, until he helped ruin them!

I stepped up to Troy, straightening up to my full height, challenging him. “Tonight was the last time. Consider your stay here over,” I announced. My voice was like a calm threatening storm. “I’m going to make sure that by the end of the week, dad has all of you kicked out, including your mutt.”

Jax scoffed at my reference to him, but I didn’t turn around to look at him. I was dead serious; I had had enough. I had dealt with them being there, but I was done.

“Get out of my sight,” Troy said as he gave me a hard look, which I brushed off easily. He thought he was the one with the most influence over dad. Being club President had gone to his head. He walked around with authority, and, for a while, I let him push me around. But not any longer.

“Gladly,” I barked, and opened the front door, slamming it with great force behind me.

Maybe it was time to face facts; I’m not the good girl. I’m the girl who carries a gun in her handbag.

Taking my heels off and bolting up the stairs, I thought - if the boys were fighting dirty, I could too.

Time to get back to business, and the first thing to do was to get dad to kick these good-for-nothing- bikies out of the house so I could return to doing what I did best.

Behave like a criminal.

Chapter 37

I softly cracked open the window, and then slid into the dark study. Carefully, I closed the window behind me, making sure not to make any noise. Dull, soft music floated from under the closed wooden doors, and I positioned myself in the large armchair, and waited.

Pulling the gun out from behind my back and placing it on my lap, I could hear the thudding of footsteps get louder as someone walked towards the room. I was pleased when the door opened up, and the lights were flicked on. Looked like I wouldn’t spend the whole night waiting in the dark after all.

Scott walked towards his desk, with a scotch glass in hand.

“Didn’t take you as a scotch drinker,” I said, breaking the silence with an evil little smile. Scott spun around, dropping his glass. “That will stain,” I said as I twisted my head to the side, enjoying the panic on his face. “Don’t be scared Scott, I just came to chat,” I offered.

I saw his eyes move to the gun in my lap. People always took you more seriously when you were carrying one of these babies.

“What are you doing in my house?” he gulped, looking terrified. It was wrong, how much I was enjoying this. “How did you get in here?” he frowned.

In his defense, he did have a very good security system, but just like so many other people, he relied too much on technology.

I looked at him calmly. Strangely, the calmer one was, the more worried one’s victim tended to be. “You do have a very good security system…” I said as I picked up the gun in my lap and turned it in my hand, studying it aimlessly. “But not good enough,” I finished.

“What do you want?”

Right now, he was most likely thinking I was here because I was crazy enough to chase him down for bailing on me.

“I have an offer. Consider it a… business proposition.” I got up from the chair smoothly, and walked towards him.

“What would that be?” he said, trying to keep his eyes on me, but every few moments, he would glance down at the gun in my hand.

“I think you should take a seat Scott.”

I really didn’t like drama; I sucked at it to be honest. I hated the class, but most of all, I hated acting. Lucky for me however, my acting skills didn’t suck, and they were about to be put to the test.

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“Amber!” my Dad hollered from the dining room, as if on cue. Readying myself, I took the smile off my face and walked into the dining room with a sour expression.

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