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“A criminal?”

“Who won’t stand up for me.” I overlooked his criminal comment. I didn’t care about that. I wanted him, but I wouldn’t have a semi-relationship with him. “It was all or nothing Jax, and you chose nothing.”

“You didn’t say that before.” He took a step closer to me. “You didn’t tell me it was all or nothing.”

“I shouldn’t have had to!” I was trying to put a wall up to hide my emotions from him. It wasn’t working. I knew he could see the sorrow in my eyes.

“So what then?” Jax pursed his lips “We’re over? You want nothing to do with me? That’s why you’re dating the suit?”

“I was pretending to date Scott, so my dad thinks that I have changed, and then he can kick my brothers and your sorry arse out, and I can go back to doing what I always did.”

“What? Petty crime?” Jax scoffed “Going to go back to Blake’s little gang and run it for him?” The bitterness in his tone was poisonous.

“Something like that.” I knew crawling back to Blake’s gang was a long shot and cowardly, but what else was I meant to do? I had no other connections.

“Have fun with that,” Jax fumed, and turned his back to me. “I was sick of you anyway.”

I knew he was saying that because I must have hurt his feelings, but still, his words hurt me.

“I love you Jax. If only you could have been a man and said it back,” I muttered to myself as I turned to leave, trying to swallow the sickening feeling in my stomach.

Chapter 38

I bit my bottom lip, trying to ignore the nagging feeling inside of me. I glanced at my bedroom door, listening to the sounds outside it. That high pitch drunken giggle was grating my nerves. Finally, pushing my laptop away from me, I jumped out of bed.

I was sick of listening to that stupid bitch laughing and carrying on with someone I cared about. Yanking the door open, I stormed across the hall and banged on Jax’s door. I’d put up with this for hours!

I went to bring my fist back up to bang on the door again, but it opened. The barely dressed giggling machine was grinning at me.

“What do you want?” She giggled at me, half hiding behind the door. Did she do anything but giggle?

I crossed my arms. Why did Jax always go for the model-like ones? “For you to shut the hell up.” I barked, looking at her bitterly. “Think you can manage that?”

The smile disappeared from her face, and her expression changed to a challenging look. “Maybe you should get some earplugs,” she quipped. arching an eyebrow with a belittling look. “Think you can manage that?” she smirked, and slammed the door in my face.

That stupid, good for nothing, daughter of a mutt. If she thought she could disrespect me in my own house, she was sadly mistaken. I slammed my fist on the door again.

Cockily, she opened it back up, wider this time. “What do you want now?”

“I’ll make it quick,” I said, stepping one foot into the doorframe. I pulled back a tight fist and, with a smug expression on my face, I slammed her nose in.

Cursing and crying, she cupped her bloody nose. “Next time, don’t disrespect me,” I shot at her, and looked over at Jax, who was laying on the bed shaking his head at me. Pointing a finger at him, I barked. “Keep your whores out of my house.”

I slammed his bedroom door behind me, and being the jealous girl I was, I stubbornly stormed back across to my bedroom. I knew it had been stupid of me to act that way, and yeah, I had no right to go into his bedroom.

Huffing, I threw myself backwards onto my bed and glared up at the ceiling.

Why couldn’t I just fall for the easy ones? And why the hell couldn’t I just get over him already!

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“No.” I crossed my arms and looked at dad across the desk. “And I won’t think about it,” I added.

Was he mad? Did he really think I would agree?

“Amber,” he put down the file he was holding. “It will be good for you.” His lips curved slightly. “I only want what is best for you,” he added.

I shook my head quickly. “I said no and I meant it. Thanks anyway, but no.” I was not changing my mind, and if he thought he would get me to go willingly, he had another thing coming.

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