Page 39 of Tattooed Love

“I’m not smart enough for that.”

His hand wrapped around my upper arm, and he pulled me to a stop. “You’re smart enough to be a calculating shooter.” He gave me a look like I couldn’t argue with him.

“What have you heard?” I narrowed my eyes at him. Why was I suddenly getting the feeling that my brothers had looked into my past?

Cole let go of me. “You aren’t a mystery anymore. Now you better get changed before we both get into trouble.”

I nodded my head. Cole was usually yelling or screaming or telling me off. Never was he nice. So I took this as a one off.

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Sitting on the bottom stair of the staircase, I finished lacing my black combat boots.

“You’re wearing that to school?” Tyler asked.

I whipped my head up, watching him run his eyes over my black short shorts, army tank top and combat boots. What was wrong with what I was wearing?

“What’s it to ya?” I snipped at him.

Adam rolled his eyes as I followed him out the door. Troy was casually leaning on his big black motorbike, while Cole was already on his and Tyler was straddling his.

It looked like they were all going somewhere. I felt someone shoulder me from behind as they walked past, making me stumble forward.

Jax walked up confidently towards the last black motorbike, which had fine white detailing over the petrol tank. I couldn’t make out the picture from where I was standing; I shot draggers into the back of his head.

He didn’t even acknowledge me; just thought it was acceptable to nearly knock me over!

“You’re coming with us,” Troy informed me, as he straddled his own bike.

“What? Why?” I argued. I was not being baby sat.

“Cause you can’t be trusted to go to school on your own,” Adam spoke up.

“You will bail, and we will be forced to spend the afternoon looking for you,” Troy added.

“Love the faith in me guys,” I grumbled, not moving.

“You will be going to school with Jax, after we take care of a few things,” Tyler explained starting up his motor bike.

That means I’m missing morning classes!

YES! I screamed inside my mind.

I wandered over to the back of Troy’s bike and was about to straddle it when a hand came to rest on my shoulder, stopping me. Jax quickly pulled his hand back, and his other one shot out, offering me his helmet.

I eyed it for a second in disbelief, not reaching for it; he rolled his eyes, and reached over and placed the helmet on my head. His fingers grazed my neck as he buckled it up; I took a sharp breath inwards at his touch.

He quickly turned around and walked back to his own bike, firing it up on the first kick.

I watched as he slowly took off, not giving me a second look.

I felt my side being nudged, and I snapped out of it to see Troy nodding his head sideways, gesturing for me to get on. Throwing my legs over and straddling his bike.

I couldn’t wrap my arms right around, given that he was so large and muscular, so I just settled with leaving my hands on either side of his sides.

As he took off, the wind whipped around my body. Troy passed the others and quickly took off, head of the pack.

Jax was half a bike length back to our right, Cole was the same to our left, and then Adam was behind Cole and Tyler behind Jax.

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