Page 138 of Tattooed Love

“You should clean that thing out,” Jax said as he pointed at my bag. “The crap you have in there…” he shook his head disapproving.

“Please! Everything in here is important,” I informed him. I finally found my phone; of course it was at the bottom. “Here,” I handed him my textbooks. “Make yourself useful.” I sniggered at the slight disgust on his face when he took them. Also, the look in his eyes which told me not to mention this to the boys.

“Hello?” I smiled into the phone, my eyes still on Jax.

“Amber!”

“Blake?” I was shocked to hear his voice; he hadn’t contacted me since he’d been arrested; although he was in jail, so he had a pretty good excuse.

“The one and only.”

“Why are you calling me?” I didn’t beat around the bush; I went straight to the point. I held a hand up to stop Jax from reaching for my phone. Why would he want to talk to Blake anyway?

“I need you to come see me.”

“Why?”

“You have a lot of questions,” Blake stated, his voice hard, and with an edge to it. I couldn’t put my finger on the problem, but there was something up; I just wasn’t sure what it was.

“You have a weird request,” I bit back. Why would he want to see me? We weren’t together and I wasn’t in his gang. I was sure he would know I was thick with the bikies now, and close to my brothers.

“Not really,” he snapped. “You were an important part of my life for a long time, and I helped you when you needed it.”

Oh! He wanted something.

“Do you need something?” I asked.

“You could say that,” he said. “Come visit me, and we won’t have as many ears listening.”

His conversations must be being recorded. Sighing, I was torn at this point. Should I go? But then Blake was there when I needed him; I owed him.

“Ok, I’ll come this week.”

“Looking forward to it…” Blake hung up abruptly.

“What did he want?” Jax was glaring at my phone. His face was tense and he was crunching my textbook.

“Just wants me to go see him. Want to loosen that grip on my textbook there?” I reached out to take it off him.

“Did you tell him to fuck himself?”

“JAX!”

Jax was deadly serious, and I was seriously getting angry. “What the hell is your problem?”

“You’re not going to see him,” Jax announced, turning to stomp off, as if that was the final decision. Normally, I wouldn’t care what he thought, but he was my boyfriend now, and I had to work this out with him before I went and did whatever I wanted anyway.

“I am, because I said I would. Now, would you stop getting so angry over this? Last time I checked you couldn’t have sex in a visiting room, so you have nothing to worry about.”

Jax shot a dirty look over his shoulder at me and I had to give myself points for trying to throw a joke in the mix but it was pointless, it didn’t lighten things up.

“You aren’t going,”

I picked up on the authority in his voice, and it planted seeds of anger within me. “I’m not a part of yourclubJax, you can’t tell me what to do.” I narrowed my eyes at him; looked like a fight wasn’t going to be avoidable after all.

“For once Amber, just listen to me,” Jax insisted, stopping me in the hallway with crossed arms. “You aren’t going. Now drop it.”

I clenched my closed fists. You can take the bikie off the bike, but you can’t take the stubbornness out of him. Looks like I was going to have to take the gloves off. I could just drop it, but I told Blake I would go, and the bottom line was, I did owe him.

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