Page 37 of Tattooed Love

Once at the top, I swung around to give Jax a pointed look, but, before I could, I tripped on my own feet and fell backwards, and the case whacked into my leg as I fell.

I cursed under my breath, lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling.

I think Jax’s laughter would have woken anyone up.

I sat up and glared at him.

He clutched his side and had a pained expression on his face as laughter emanated from him.

“You could help me up,” I pointed out.

His laughter slowly died and his eyes stared into mine.

Our eye contact broke as he walked past me and up the hall, not showing any signs of helping me up.

Reaching his bedroom door, he turned to face me.

“Not clumsy at all,” he teased with a wicked grin, and, with that, he shut his bedroom door.

I pulled myself up from the floor.

“Way to show gratitude,” I shouted behind him, and stormed towards my bedroom door, the only one across from his.

I heard soft laughter as I passed his room.

So I did the most mature thing.

I kicked his door with a lot of force, and cowardly darted into my own room, closing my door behind me.

As I stood in my dark room, I couldn’t help but think about what Jax has been wearing tonight.

He was wearing his cut.

I now knew for sure that he was indeed a member of Satan’s Sons.

Jax and my brothers did, indeed, have a brotherhood with each other.

But it wasn’t seeing Jax wearing a Satan’s Sons leather vest tonight that left me with questions. It was the fact that he wore the patch of ‘President.’

I knew for a fact that Troy also wore that patch, which meant Jax was President of his own chapter of Satan’s Sons.

I gulped at the realization.Everything I knew about bikers was hitting me. I knew they left every situation the same – bloody, but the one thing I knew more about Satan’s Sons was that they were feared.

And I also knew that you weren’t innocent if you were a President.

Chapter 9

I’d love to say I had an eventful Sunday, but I hadn’t. I’d spent it in the garage, working on my dirt bikes.

The thing that came with this house was the land it was on. Past the manicured garden were dirt tracks going into the deep forest.

So, whenever I could, I was on one of my dirt bikes.

The boys used to go all the time when they were younger. I would never go with them because when it comes to anything to do with me, my brothers are protective.

So me doing jumps at high speeds always brought out the protectors in them.

So I always went by myself.

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