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Though to be fair, he never had a love life before. He just went from club girl to club girl. Maybe the odd porn star. Basically, he just used girls for sex, never did emotions, and I had never seen him nervous when it comes to women.

“Jax can come.” Troy started to follow me to my study.

I glanced at Jax, and we both knew Troy was saying that to show respect.

“You’ll have more fun telling me off without Jax and what kind of sister would I be to ruin your fun.” I looked back at Jax. “Jack is all yours. Don’t corrupt him.” I gave him a small smile, then turned and walked into my study.

My eyes went back to the iPad. The two numbers at the top, what did they stand for? But the list of numbers that followed underneath it was what was familiar.

“You okay?” I asked Troy, my eyes on the iPad.

“It’s about Chelsea.” Seemed like my brother didn’t want to do small talk. He got straight to the point.

“What, that you like her?” I just took a guess at why he was asking to speak to me privately. He never really had cared for another girl. Maybe he needed advice.

“That ex of hers is back in the picture.” Troy crossed his arms and just the way his tone dipped into anger, I knew he indeed did like Chelsea more than a friend. “We need to get him out.”

“I thought your message was clear?” I put the iPad down and focused on my brother. “You did make it clear to him if he hurt her again, right?” I remembered Troy had used his fists but maybe his lack of ability to communicate had let us down. Troy was never good with words. But he was good at getting a message through usually.

“That dickhead of a boyfriend of yours is feeding Mason shit about your past. Making Chelsea put up with him and his abuse.” Troy’s face tightened as he spoke. “We need to deal with it. She shouldn’t be coping shit because of us.”

“Well, it isn’t us, it’s me.” I sighed. So, my best friend was doing something she always did, protect me. What I did in the past was my problem, not anyone else’s. “I’ll handle it.” No point getting him more involved.

“How?”

He saw the problem, he wanted to fix the problem and if he wasn’t fixing the problem himself, he wanted every detail on how I was going to.

“Whatever he is blackmailing her with, I’ll just come clean to.” I saw my plan as simple. Just cut out the shit, get to the core of the issue. “Is that okay with you?” I saw the judgement in his eyes. He didn’t approve of my plan.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Troy uncrossed his arms. “Can you still take a punch?”

Okay. I was not expecting him to ask that. Suddenly I was very interested in what his plan was.

Chapter 22

Jax

“Dad, why can’t I see your vest?” Jack was standing in front of me with his arms crossed. “I’ve seen Uncle Troy’s and he said yours is better. So, why don’t you wear it?”

Truth was I hadn’t put it on because I didn’t want Jack to see it. He seemed to have a too good understanding for what the patches stood for. He knew what the skulls head ring stood for, and no one outside of the biker world should know the meaning.

“Because he is still really a prospect, Jack. Your dad isn’t the big man he claims to be.” Tyler sat in the recliner while eating cereal that was meant for children. “Anyway, you’ve seen my vest, doesn’t get more impressive than that.” Tyler went to drinking the milk from the bowl.

“You don’t even have a president patch, Uncle Tyler.” Jack sighed dramatically. “I’m never going to see Dad’s vest.” Jack was acting like it was the end of the world that he couldn’t see my vest right now.

“Fucking hell, where are you going?” Tyler’s words caused me to look over my shoulder, and my confusion at his words dropped and my expression was blank.

“Lunch date with a client.” Amber was putting on a heel at a time. “You going to do something today, apart from lay on my couch and watch daytime soaps?” She finished putting her heels on. Her eyes just glanced at me, as if to check I was here or not.

Well, I was fucking here, and I could see what she was wearing. I was up walking around the couch. If she through for a second that she was leaving the house wearing that, she was so fucking wrong.

She was wearing pieces from that jewelry collection that I had been complaining about this morning. Which reminded me of what Jack and I were doing while she was at lunch.

“You aren’t—” I started but there was a horn out the front, cutting me off.

“I have to go. Look after our son.” She leaned forward and kissed me, which stunned and shocked me at the same time. Because she had been firm on me not being able to touch her in front of Jack. And here she was kissing me.

I didn’t snap out of the shock she put in by kissing me until the front door closed. Fucking hell, she did that on purpose! She always knew what to do to pull the wool over my eyes.

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