Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(59)

“That could be arranged easily cabrón. I can almost assure it.” The threat behind his words is loud and clear.

“Then so be it. But I’m not giving her up. She’s mine.”

Bree—proving that she never does what she is told moves around me and holds close to my side, wrapping her arm around me. Motherfucker.

“I won’t leave him and if you make me, I’ll just find my way back to him.” My woman is hard headed, and under any other circumstances, her defiant attitude would have me ripping her towel from her body.

“Son of a bitch, woman. Go get dressed. I don’t want other men looking at what is mine!” I growl.

“Jax, he’s my uncle, for God’s sake,” she attempts to argue.

“I do not give a damn! It’s mine. Now go cover up!” I growl, my face tight, my hand in my hair wondering if I could pull it out and she’d listen to me.

“Quit yelling at me! I’m trying to save your life here!”

I look at her, those flecks of green and brown could hypnotize me. However, now isn’t the time for it. “You’re going to get me killed quicker!”

“Times like this I have to wonder why I love you,” she mutters. She moves away from me though and looks at Skull. “I think you get I haven’t had a lot of happiness in my life.”

The look on Skull’s face has changed. He’s appraising the two of us differently and though anger is still there, I also see something else. He’s studying us. I just wish I knew what the fuck that meant. He nods his head in agreement at Bree.

“For the first time in my life, Skull…I feel like I belong. I’ve never been happier. If I die tomorrow I’ll be okay with it, because for a little while I had everything. Do you understand?”

“Motherfucker. Bree, shut the hell up,” I growl, rubbing that area around my heart that always fucking finds a way to hurt around her. My voice is mean and harsh, and I can feel the tension go back in Skull and even hear him take a step toward us. I don’t give a damn though. I’m too busy grabbing, Bree and pulling her back to me. “Shut the fuck up!”

“Jax—” Bree gasps, clearly confused.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “You will not die.”

“I wasn’t talking—”

“You will not talk about it, you will not do it, and you will never even contemplate leaving me. Do you understand?”

“Jax, sweetheart, I was just giving an example of why—”

“I don’t want you talking about death in any way, shape, or form from this moment on. You understand?”

“Jax—”

“Do. You. Understand?” I growl. I’m holding her shoulders tight; I’m not even trying to be gentle. I’ll probably leave marks on her skin, and I’m giving Skull more reason to shoot my dick off. I can’t help it though. The thought of Bree dying is destroying me. Destroying. I’m staring into her face, my eyes captured by hers, and I won’t let go until she gives me the words, until she somehow makes this raging fear inside of me better.

Bree’s hand cups the side of my face. Her fingers brush through my beard and find my lips as if to stop my words. I wish she could stop this burning inside of me and these visions she started of her dying. My body is shaking with just the thought. I’ve seen too much death in my time. Too much fucking death, if that was to happen to Bree…to my woman…

“I’m not going anywhere, honey. I’m right here. I promise,” she whispers kissing my lips gently. A kiss that is not one of passion, but one of a vow. One that calms a little of the fear she stirred inside. Still, my hand shakes as I bring her forehead in close and lay my lips upon it. I gather my breath in my body, realizing it’s shaky, and I completely lost control here. What the fuck is wrong with me? Bree. Beginning to end…it’s Bree.

“Now, go get dressed.”

“Okay, honey,” she says slowly walking away. “You won’t hurt him,” she says to Skull, and I just hold my head down, still not in control. I rub the back of my neck realizing that I’ll never be able to control Bree. If I live through this, I’m not even sure I mind. I like her fire.

“We have club business. This will be tabled until that is dealt with,” Skull growls, surprising me.

“You and Jax are leaving?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Skull says.

“Boss—”

“But, he’ll be coming back here. So, stay put,” Skull growls interrupting me. Bree’s face moves into the biggest smile. It blinds me for a minute.

“Be careful, honey,” she says giving me a quick kiss on the lips before all but literally skipping out of the room. I’m still rubbing the back of my neck trying to figure out what to say.