Page 68 of Fox and Nitro
“Well, he did ruin dinner,” Fox says, smirking.
“Let’s take them both out!” Flora yells, looking excited at the prospect while the girl gang cheers her on.
Moss looks at Marx who has his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face.
“Fuck it, you’re right. Mom really worked hard on dinner, she deserves justice,” Moss shrugs as his mother claps and skips over to him to kiss him on the cheek, murmuring something in Spanish.
“We need answers too, so-” Chewy clears her throat, “to the Rev Room!”
Fox kneels down to help Jazz up off the floor from where she was laying, gently helping her to her feet. She moves to follow the rest of the brothers and Ol Ladies out the door but I stop her.
“No baby, you can’t come. I need you to either stay here with Mama Debs, Sage, Joy and the kids, or better yet, head back to your parents place with them, Lily and the boys,” I say gently, searching her eyes. She can’t be here for this one. It’s not going to be pretty. It’s a fucking push having Moss in there.
“What? No, I want to come, I’ll be with the other Ol ladies, I’ll be fine.” She moves to push past me but Fox steps in.
He holds my gaze before dipping his chin slightly, in agreement. “Nitro is right, baby. I think it’s best to head home with your family,” He looks around for Flora, her husband Stephen holding her back from heading out to the Rev Room too, “Flora! Can you look after Jazz for us? She’s not been feeling well,” At his words Flora’s Mom Mode kicks in and she bustles toward Jazz, placing a hand on her forehead.
She nods once, before yelling over her shoulder at Stephen to pack a doggy bag for Jazz and then leaving to round up Moss’s boys. “We’ll meet you in the car,mija,”
“What? Mom, no, I’m staying -”
“Baby, you’re too sick! Go home, we’ll come get you once we’re done,” Fox says forcefully.
Jazz flinches slightly, then her eyes start to shutter, her body stiff as she nods once and then moves past us, no smile, no kiss, no wave.
“Jazz, fuck, no-” my voice cuts out as she walks out the front door, down the steps not looking back.
She gets in the backseat of her mom’s dinky florist van with Moss’s twins, slamming the door behind her, not even looking at us as they pull out.
“We’re protecting her, we’re doing the right thing,” Fox says, to me or to himself, I’m not so sure. “We need to finish this shit with Norton and Ryan and then we’ll go get our girl. She’ll understand.”
I’m not so sure. I saw the way the light in her eyes shut down at the mention of her being sick. At her not being included. I can rationalize all I want, that this is what is best for her, that she’s not feeling well and needs the rest. That we’re just taking care of our girl by making her go home to be pampered by her mom inher childhood home and get some much needed rest. It’s what is best for her health and we want what’s best for her. So why does it feel like we’ve fucked up big time?
Chapter 25
Fox
Nitro’s heavy as fuck footsteps sound out behind me on the gravel path to the Rev Room and I know that he’s upset. Well, fuck, so am I. I saw the look on Jazz’s face and it broke my fucking heart. I’m just trying to protect her. She needs good food and rest. She doesn’t need to be standing in a creepy, sterile room watching Chewy go to town on two deputies. She teaches little kids, she doesn’t need to see this shit.
“Don’t,” I growl at Nitro when he opens his mouth to say something. “I know, we fucked up.”
“You’d be the only two I know who could fuck up a claiming dinner,” Pops goads.
I glare at him then look straight ahead, fucking wishing the Rev Room was closer so I wouldn’t have to listen to his shit.
“You boys know what you did?” Mad Dog asks instead.
“Yeah. We were looking out for Jazz but-”
“She doesn’t see it that way,” Mad Dog finishes.
I shake my head sadly. “We just wanted her to go home and get some rest,”
“So you cast her out. Listen kid, that woman has spent years feeling on the outside. She gets with you two and to be fair,you’ve been doing a good job getting past her defenses, but you’re only men.” Pops shrugs. “So you fuck everything up and make her feel even more sick and alone than she was before.”
Nitro groans and kicks a rock so fucking hard it hits the base of a tree, bouncing off.
“Don’t kick shit at our clubhouse, asshole!” Cove’s voice booms out of the trees on a tinny speaker.
