Page 134 of Tattooed Love

“I didn’t help him do anything,” he snapped at me, getting overly defensive. “Whatever it is, the credit is all his.”

I eyed him carefully. Was he telling the truth, or was he lying? Sighing and pulling myself up to sit on the basin, I realized it didn’t matter if he had or hadn’t.

“It doesn’t matter anymore, I guess,” I played with my fingers in my lap, “His mind is made up.”

“Want to fill me in?” Jax pretended like he didn’t care, but I caught the eagerness and emergency in his voice.

“I’m being sent away.” I looked up from my hands, “To live with my batty aunt.”

Jax scoffed loudly and the corner of his lips twitched upwards. I was expecting him to be angry or something, not happy. “As if you are going to let that happen,” he added.

“I don’t get a choice.”

Hearing that changed his attitude.

“You aren’t really going to go?”

“Like I said, I don’t get a choice, and dad reminded me of something else. I don’t have anything to stay here for.” My eyes were locked with Jax’s. If you have ever imagined a girl pleading for a man to say he loved her, this would be it. I just needed a reason to stay, couldn’t he be it?

“If that’s how you feel,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I can’t change your mind.”

My mouth fell slightly open. Was he bloody serious? How thick could he get! Snapping my mouth closed, I began to grind my teeth and glare into the tiled floor. For a smart guy, he sure could act dumb.

“Amber?”

I didn’t know when but Jax had made his way to me, his big black buckled boots now blocking my view of the white tiles.

“What?” I didn’t look up at him. Stupid dumb male.

“Want to go get some food?”

Was he serious? I snapped my head up and glared at him. “No.”

“Fuck, you are hormonal,” he ran a hand through his hair, like he didn’t know what to do.

“Well, piss off then.” If he didn’t want to be here, he didn’t have to be. The stubbornness that ran thick through my veins was beginning to surface.

Jax was standing still, staring at me while grinding his teeth. What was he thinking?

“Fuck it,” he finally said, and then searched his jeans pocket and pulled his phone out.

“What are you doing?” I watched him search his phone for something, with a determined expression on his face.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he raised the phone to his ear, dialing someone. I kind of felt bad for whoever was about to receive his phone call.

“Troy?” he snapped into the phone. “Yeah, she is fine,” he said, glancing at me briefly. I arched an eyebrow at him; what was he doing?

“Yeah that’s fine, whatever.” Jax said quickly into the phone, not seeming to really care about whatever Troy had just asked him. “I’m dating your sister.”

My mouth dropped. He did not just say that, did he?

I couldn’t hear what Troy was yelling at him, but I was sure it would be a long string of threats.

Jax was rubbing the side of his temple, glaring at the ground, while just letting Troy yell at him. I lowered my feet to the ground, and walked towards him; slowly, not wanting my right leg to cave under me again.

I took Jax’s fingers from his temple, drawing his eyes to me. Holding his hand, I could hear Troy’s muffled yells from the speaker.

Jax’s eyes were melting with desire. “I fucking love her, so get used to it Troy.” He hung up, determination in his eyes. “You are mine now.”

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