Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(11)

Chapter Nine





Jax





Bree’s not coming out. It’s been nearly fifteen minutes, and I don’t care who the woman is, it doesn’t take that long to use the restroom. I should have expected a childish temper tantrum. It’s just further proof that she’s too damn young. I stalk back towards the restroom, my anger growing with each step. I pound on the door, it’s a wonder the thing doesn’t collapse.

“Alright you’ve had long enough in there. It’s time to get out,” I yell, thinking I should paddle her ass for acting like a child. Then, getting even madder when my dick jerks in my pants at the thought of spanking Bree. “Damn it! Get out here now, or I’m coming in to get you!” I bark. Maybe I should shove her up against the wall and show her what happens when she makes a man mad. “Either you get out here right now, or I’ll show you exactly how I deal with temper tantrums.”

Silence.

“Damn it woman. I know you’re in there. I can hear you moving around. Get your ass out here right now, or so help me I’ll come in there and paddle it until it’s blood red. That’s what you need anyways. The men in your life have let you run too free. It’s time you find out what happens when you piss off a real man.”

“Sir, really, you’re disrupting the diner. If you could just go back...” a waitress says appearing in front of me. Ignoring her, I pound on the door again. “Sir I mean it. Don’t make me call the police!” the waitress warns.

“Fuck off, this isn’t your concern,” I growl, being an epic jackass, and not even giving a damn. This is all Bree’s fault. The waitress gasps and she might have said something more, but the door opens up, interrupting our exchange. Thank God.

I’m about to shove Bree right back in and take out my frustrations when this little old lady, probably in her eighties, looks up at me and slaps my face. My hand goes to my jaw, rubbing it. She might be old, but damn she can hit. She doesn’t say anything, but she leans on her cane and her eyes shoot knives at me. Shit.

“Fuck lady, I...I mean I’m sorry, Ma’am. I didn’t know…I thought you were the girl I was with. I mean I thought she was in the restroom and not you—”

“I hope she got smart and left you then, asshole,” the old lady says. The waitress looks at me with pity as she helps the woman leave.

“I think you should leave now and don’t come back,” the waitress snaps at me, and I just stand there with my head down and my hands shoved in my pockets.

I don’t know what’s worse. That I made an old woman cuss, or that I’ve been thrown out of a diner.





Chapter Ten





Bree





I’m making pretty good time. I really am. I figure another twenty minutes walking along the road, and I’ll be home free. There isn’t much traffic and it’s the edge of twilight. The temperature has only dropped a few degrees, but a chill in the air, has me rubbing my arms. I sing and hum along to myself to pass the time. I’m trying not to think about anything creepy that could be lurking in the woods, or some random weirdo stopping to offer me a ride. So far, I haven’t run into either. However, when I hear the sound of a vehicle coming up behind me and look over my shoulder, I know my run of good luck is over. Shaft. Not Jax. Shaft. That’s all he is now.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I hear him pull up to a stop behind me, and I walk faster, only wanting to get away from him. When I hear the slamming of the door, I almost run. Before I can contemplate my next move, he wraps his thick, strong arm around my stomach, picking me up. I let out a scream and beat on his arm, but it doesn’t help. Shaft isn’t letting go, and there isn’t anyone around to make him. He hauls me back against his hard chest. The heat of his body instantly surrounds me, and I’d enjoy it, if I didn’t hate him so much right now.

I try to kick back at him, wishing I had on heels instead of damn tennis shoes. He pulls me further back and then spins me so I’m pressed against the side of his truck, sandwiched tight between the metal bedside and his hard body. I try to kick again, aiming for his shin, and that’s when I feel the stubble from his beard tickle against my neck.

Despite how pissed I am, I’d be dead not to admit the friction that results from his facial scruff scraping along my sensitive skin sends shivers down my spine.

“Keep it up, and I’ll make your ass so sore you won’t be able to sit for days, Bree,” he threatens.

“You wouldn’t dare! My grandfather would have your head!”

“You don’t know me well enough, but I’ve never been afraid of any man. I’m not about to start now,” his voice is calm and smooth, he means every word.