Page 80 of Tattooed Love

“And I didn’t want to say no to her,” he added, ”considering she hasn’t left the house in weeks, apart from school.”

Cole grunted and said something under his breath before pointing to an open door behind me. “He’s in there, make it quick.”

Spinning around on my heel, I darted off in the direction of the open door. It was the same room that Blake and them had had their meeting in a while back.

Jax was sitting at the end of the table, studying a piece of paper, a lit cigarette in one hand.

“Jax?”

His head snapped up, and after the shock of seeing me wore off, he glared. “What do you want?” he barked at me.

“Um, just to… well… see you for a sec… like only if you have time… you know...” I trailed off.

“I don’t.” He butted out the cigarette. “Leave.”

Ok, that was blunt. I had at least expected him to give me a minute of his time. He just returned his attention to the piece of paper in his hand.

“Look, I just wanted to say sorr…”

“Accepted, now fuck off.” His voice was low and cold. He didn’t pull his eyes from the paper to even shoot a glare in my direction when he spoke. “Now.”

“Jax look, about last night, I really am…”

“I said fuck off Amber.” He glanced up at me briefly, with anger and disgust, before looking back down at his paper.

“No,” I crossed my arms. “Not until you hear me out.”

Jax didn’t look up and he didn’t reply. Instead, he just sat there with a disgusted look on his face, directed at the piece of paper, but I knew that it was really meant for me.

“I… ”

“Why are you here?” Troy walked in behind me, pulling a chair up at the opposite end of the table. “I thought you didn’t leave the house now?”

“I’m here to see Jax. And I do when I want to,” I snapped, letting out an annoyed sigh.

This was going to be harder now that Troy was in the room. “Could you leave?” I asked.

“No, we have shit to take care of. So, like I said Amber, leave,” Jax piped in, leaning back in the chair. My eyes met his cold murderous look, and a shiver ran down my spine.

“Jax is right. This isn’t the best time. Talk to him tonight when we come home.” Troy pulled himself up the table and reached for an ashtray.

“Are you coming home tonight?” I glanced back at Jax.

“Not your concern.” His voice was cold and my shoulders slumped; I had really hurt him last night.

“Jax, I’m sorry about last night. I was a bitch to you and you didn’t deserve it.” I uncrossed my arms and let them hang loosely by my side. “I don’t say sorry much, so when I do, I mean it. So I’m sorry.”

“Whatever, piss off.”

God he could be a jerk when he wanted to be.

“Fine. Bye.” I turned on my heel and slammed into Cole as he was walking in.

“How are you planning on getting home?” Cole asked as he steadied me. “Tyler has to stay.”

“I have legs. I can walk,” I grunted. “I’m not lazy.”

“No, you’re just a bitch,” Jax said behind me, and I didn’t turn around to address him. I was surprised the boys hadn’t come to my defense though but I guess I had been a bit; well, quite bitchy to them as well lately.

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