Page 139 of Tattooed Love

“I’m going to go see him tomorrow. Now just get over it,” I snapped at him. Seriously, was he really insane enough to think I would go back to Blake? He didn’t have to be jealous.

“You’re NOT!” Jax roared at me, and I quickly looked up and down the hallway, embarrassed. Lucky for me, no one was around; had the bell rung already?

“You know what Jax?” I stepped in closer to him, meeting his fierce eyes, “I don’t like being told what to do.”

Jax’s lips formed in a tight line. He knew he had dug his own grave; I wasn’t backing down.

“Fine, piss off to him them,” he said as he looked down at me angrily. “But you can tell him the answer is no.”

Answer to what? I arched an eyebrow at him. “He didn’t ask anything of you…”

“He will.” Jax stated, and looked at me with anger. “And you can tell him no.”

“Whatever.” I didn’t want to argue over something that wasn’t important. If Jax wanted to think the world revolved around him, fine.

“Make sure you carry,” he said, before storming off. Well, what other words of advice could he give me.

“You know Jax, you really need to learn that I’m your girlfriend, not a member,” I snapped behind him, and stopped him in his tracks.

“You need to learn you aren’t bulletproof Amber. You are mixed up with shit that just makes my life harder,” he informed me.

“What, you want to bail already?” I sounded confident, but, inside, I was angry at him for even thinking of walking away from me so soon. For Heaven’s sake, I had just received a phone call from Blake! He was blowing this out of proportion.

“You know what Jax?” I stomped up to him. “If me getting a phone call from an ex is too much ‘shit’ for you, then you aren’t worth my time.”

I shouldered past him, and stormed towards the corridor doors. Looked like today was going to be cut short for me; I knew he wouldn’t follow me because he had to stay for his parole board.

Right now I was grateful for that, because I needed some space from him. Everything was going good for a few moments, and then it all turned to shit.

Seeing as I’d just got a free afternoon, Blake might as well see me sooner than he’d expected to.

You know there is always one thing you can count on, and that is that men suck. I kicked my car tire in frustration, and when I got in, I uncontrollably smacked my steering wheel.

I thought as much that Blake had a favor to ask of me. I looked up and glared at the prison, but it wasn’t what I’d thought. What made it worse was that Jax had expected it but of course he did, he was the cause of all this to begin with.

Not only had he managed to yell at me for Blake calling me, and wanting to see me, but he was also the reason Blake had called me in the first place!

I leaned my head against the headrest. My hands ached from hitting the steering wheel.

My mind going over what just happened.

Blake had already told me once he had thought it was my fault he was in jail, and I couldn’t stop the disgust in my stomach from boiling over when he’d said this. He’d also confessed to having me put on a hit list. I gave the steering wheel another whack.

That explained all the attacks! It also kind of explained why Jax had over-reacted today.

But it was his damn fault I was here. Jax had put a hit on Blake in jail. I know a normal girl would be shocked and scared when hearing this, but for me, it was just another thing in my twisted life.

Blake had taken the hit down weeks ago, when his trial had started and he’d found out who had really put him in jail; it wasn’t me but Jax being the man he is, wouldn’t take the hit down.

When I saw Blake today, he was a mess and told me he was confined to his cell for protection.

So my ex-boyfriend, who’d wanted me dead, was now being hunted down by Jax’s club brothers, who all answer to Jax and would jump at any command he gives. Blake was sure he wasn’t going to last long.

I knew Jax’s heart was in the right place, but I still had a soft spot for Blake. Even though he wanted me dead, I didn’t want him dead but after I’d make Jax pull his club brothers off Blake, I wanted nothing else to do with Blake.

I started my car up. Now I had to come up with some really good reasons for Jax to let Blake live.

I had a feeling no reason I’d give would be good enough. I would have to convince him in other ways.

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