Page 77 of Tattooed Love

Walking up the stairs, I began to question my own actions. I was entering the boys into a bloody war because of Amber. Sure they were entering our land, stealing from us, dealing on our turf, but it was their attack on Amber that sent me off the wires.

Coming to a stop at her door, I reminded myself that this was why Presidents didn’t get in relationships because the female gets power over them, and their decisions can get blinded or influenced. Like mine was when it came to opening up the war.

They had hurt her; it was simple… I wanted revenge on them. I wanted to take the life of the man that had cut that scar into her stomach. The money and business they were taking from us didn’t matter. It was them hurting someone I cared about, that was what turned my mind to wanting their blood.

I twisted her bedroom door knob and found her room empty. I worried about her not leaving the house. I think she only came to school because I dragged her out of bed and forced her on the back of my bike.

I placed her tea on her bedside table and pulled my notebook from the bag, sitting it next to the food, along with the DVDs, and then I added her favorite chocolates. Was it too much? I frowned. Where was she anyway?

I heard the tap turn off in the bathroom. Well, one guesses where she is then.

If she was back into her self-pity, I would slap her out of it. I didn’t get why she was so upset about it, unless she cared for him more than she was letting on.

I froze as I thought that over. Maybe she was planning on getting back together with him. She was just not saying it. Maybe she loved him, even after everything he had done. My hand was still locked on the door knob.

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. No way. I was stronger than this. Amber might pretend to be a cold hearted bitch, but I knew she thought a bit of me. Well that was what I hoped; maybe she cared for me, even a little.

Thinking the best, I flung the door open. I would pull her out of this, and just keep my feelings suppressed about her until I understood them.

Amber

The water hit me in the face, and I reached for my towel.

This wasn’t how it was meant to happen. We don’t get caught.

Placing the towel on the basin, I looked up at myself in the mirror.

My eyes showed they were bloodshot from a lack of sleep, and the stress was taking a toll on my skin. Turning around, I slid down the basin and sat on the cold tiled floor.

This wasn’t how it was meant to happen; not now, not ever. The bathroom door flung open and my head snapped up. What a surprise.

“What do you want, Jackson?” I pushed my hair out of my face. “Here to annoy me again?” I quipped.

“Get up Amber.” He reached down and clamped a hand around my upper arm, pulling me forcefully to my feet.

“What the heck! Don’t touch me!”

“Oh shut your mouth, alright,” he snapped at me as he pulled me out of the room. “I’m sick of you moping around since he got busted.”

“He didn’t deserve to get caught!” I flung a closed fist into Jax’s back as he pulled me into my room.

“Do the crime, do the time,” he stated. Jax let go of my arm abruptly and I stumbled backwards onto my bed.

“What are you doing in here?” I glared from the bed, pulling myself up on my elbows. “I’m not your problem. You can stop babysitting me.”

“I am sick of watching you mope around over a drug dealer. He got caught. Get over it.”

“Stop watching me then! It’s not like I’m your problem.”

“Were you in love with him?”

“Yes.”

Jax looked taken back at my response, and his jaw tightened as he glared at me.

“He was one of my closest friends. Of course I loved him.” Did I love Blake? Yes. Was I in love with him? No. There is a difference. “You already knew that,” I added.

“If you are going to react like this every time someone you care about gets locked up, you shouldn’t be friends with criminals.”

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