Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(65)

“Listen to me, woman. Nothing anyone could do to me would make me regret being your man. Fuck them all. I have you and that’s all I need,” he growls, his voice suddenly sounding stronger. I’m trying to get myself under control. I need to be stronger too. I need to be the kind of woman Jax can be proud of. I need…to kill my uncles.

“I’m sorry, Jax,” I whimper through my tears. Feeling like I’ve let him down, feeling guilt he’s hurting, and just a million other things and none of them good.

“I’m not. I’d take this and more for you. You hear me?”

“I love you,” I whisper giving him the only thing I can.

“Then dry up those eyes. I don’t want my woman crying.”

“Christ. I’m never claiming a woman either,” Keys mutters from behind me, and I take a shuddering breath, using the back of my hand to wipe my eyes.

I see the light in Jax’s eyes now. Just me getting a hold of myself has made him happy. Then I grab the bottle of rubbing alcohol, hurling it hard as I can at Keys. I played softball in school, so it’s pretty much a direct hit. I did close the lid so it didn’t pour all over him. He should be thankful. It however hits his beer and he spills that on his pants.

“What the hell did you do that for?”

“You’re an asshole,” I yell at him, and I feel a little better when Jax gives a laugh, even if it does sound painful. Keys scowls at me, but doesn’t say anything else. Now, I just need to kill my uncles…and maybe Pops.





Chapter Forty-Eight





Jeff





Aubree lied. I hate that she lied to me. It’s that man making her do it. He’s a bad influence on her. He’s trying to take her from me. Take her innocence, her purity. I can’t let that happen. I look out of my car window and see Roxanne. I’ve only met her once or twice when she’s come to the school for events Aubree has been in. I’ve never heard good things about her. I know she used to be a club whore. That kind of influence can’t be had on my Breezy. I’ll have to cut her out of Breezy’s life. There’s no other way really. I’m glad she’s done her best to protect her, and it’s good that she helped me get her away from the idiot who thinks it’s cool to call himself Shaft.

Maybe I’ll be nice to her. I’ll make sure she doesn’t have to suffer the things I go through. Aubree could have made this easier. Everything was going fine, until she met him. We could have gone about this slow. She’s made me change my plans. She’s the reason there has to be pain. I hope she understands the lengths I will go to just to protect her. To keep her safe.

Roxanne lives in one of those small, government housing apartments, where each one looks the same. Dark brown brick, no more than three windows and the same colored brown door. Luckily for me however, her apartment is on the end. I’d rather not have a lot of people see me here. I don’t even like the fact that Bree is seen here. She’s too good for a place like this.

I walk to the door, and I can feel the adrenaline pumping inside of me. It takes the woman a few minutes to get to the door. For a minute, I’m hoping it is Aubree who opens, but it’s not.

“Can I help you?”

“Hi Roxanne, it’s great to see you again.”

She squints at my face. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“It’s me, Jeff? Remember? We met when you came to Bree’s award ceremony a few months ago.”

“Oh,” she answers, her face scrunched up in confusion. “Is Bree okay?” I study her for a moment. Her skin is starting to sag, especially around the neck. She’s got tired green eyes that are too heavily covered in eye-shadow. Her once vibrant red hair is starting to give way to gray. She’s tall and slim. Passable. She’s not a beautiful woman, but maybe in her prime she might have been, before she spread her legs and became a biker whore.

“Actually, I’m here to surprise her. She said she was visiting you for Christmas.”

“Oh. Well yeah, she was, but she got held up. She’s not here yet.” Roxanne holds the door close to her body.

“When will she be here?” I demand, a sick feeling of heat flushing through my body. She lied to me. She’s still with him. She’s not here at all.

“I’m not sure. Listen, I have to go. My boyfriend is on his way over. I’ll tell Bree you’re looking for her,” she stutters, and she pushes the door to close it. I stick my foot in, not letting her shut me out.

“I need to talk to Bree today.”

“I’m not sure what to tell you,” she answers. “But, I really need you to go now. I’ll call Bree, and if she wants to talk to you she’ll call you.”