Page 11 of Jax

I flash the few dollars I brought him. “Here to stock up again.”

He winks at me before reaching behind him to grab the brand the guys like. This is another reason why Psycho’s guys will never be anything. Jax and Finn wouldn’t dream of putting this poison into their bodies. They treat their bodies like well-oiled machines. The guys I live with treat their bodies like personal playhouses.

When the old man gives me the change, I pocket it. I’ve been getting away with keeping a few cents here and there for the last several years. After a particularly bad fight with Psycho where he nearly broke my jaw and imprisoned me for a few days, I told myself I was going to leave. I’ve been stockpiling money ever since but I still haven’t found the balls to do it.

Running away won’t be that easy, especially when there’s nowhere to run to.

My only other route is to end up with another guy like Psycho, and at least he’s the asshole I know. I’ve been with him for so long, I can read him like a book and can usually temper his reactions. With someone new, it would all be a giant question mark.

Plus, as Psycho likes to remind me almost daily, I’m not getting any younger. Who else is going to want me? That doesn’t stop me from putting the money aside though. It might all be a pipe dream but if it isn’t, at least I’ll have something to run away with.

When I get back to the old storage facility, Psycho and his guys are coming out of the training room. He glares at me entering through the front door until I flash the case at him. He comes over and wraps me in a sweaty, gross hug. “Mmm, someone sure liked this morning.”

All of the guys laugh. No doubt he shared every intimate detail with them over all the testosterone flying around them while they worked out. I swear these guys know more about my body than I do. Some of them intimately. Psycho doesn’t mind sharing when it gets the point across that I’m nothing to him.

Trust me, point heard loud and clear.

I swallow the disgust. “You know it, baby,” I coo instead.

He pinches my ass and squeezes territorially. “You like the outfit I picked out?”

“Of course.”

“You think the asshole will like it?”

“He has eyes, doesn’t he?” I pander.

Psycho throws his head back and laughs. “That’s my girl.”

Bile rises up my throat at the manic look in his eyes. Even worse is knowing that I once found solace in them. That I would preen under his praise.

If I was only thinking about my survival, I could just use Jax. Let him be my knight to save me from this place. I could take the money I’ve saved and run far, far away and pray that I don’t fall in with someone like K and Psycho again.

The idea is more palatable than it was at first. My clit is still raw with overuse, and I’ve never felt more like a sex slave than this morning.

Younger me wouldn’t have thought twice about using Jax. I would’ve already walked up to Jax and laid everything bare, even knowing what kind of shit Psycho could do to him. They would be so distracted by each other, I could get the fuck out of here and leave all of this behind.

Escape to the beach. Or the mountains.

“Did you hear me?” Psycho asks, breaking into my daydream.

I blink at his suspicious gaze while he watches me. “Sorry, I was thinking about the job,” I lie.

His jaw twitches. “I was asking you what your plan was for today.”

That’s the question, isn’t it? Do I just show back up to see if I can get Jax and Finn to believe in the bullshit lie about having fancy investors that want to buy into the Ring and Elite Boxing? Or do I come up with another tactic?

Psycho isn’t going to let me sit on this job for long. He expects results. The thing is, the only way I know of to get results is to throw Jax into the hot seat again, completely destroying the one man who’s ever shown me respect.

Now I just have to ask myself how desperate I really am. Enough to ruin Jax?

6

Iam shit. I am the lowest of human feces.

While Psycho and his cronies play video games, I devise a plan that will satisfy Psycho’s thirst for getting into the RingandElite Boxing. Jax and Finn will hate it, and that’s exactly what I need. Selfishly, if both sides are worried about each other, I might be able to slip out and move on. The money I’ve put away is calling my name, especially after that bullshit with Psycho this morning. Plus, if he gets involved in this, he’ll be getting his own fucking hands dirty, something he doesn’t normally like to do but will work in my favor either way.

I wipe sweaty palms down the faux leather pants and walk into the main room. It’s Friday night, so a bunch of guys lounge around the main room like we’re hanging out in Psycho’s parents’ basement.

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