Until Jax(31)

“Baby, c’mere.” Turning to look at Jax, I see his eyes are on the man next to me. “Babe,” he repeats, holding out his hand. Ducking my head, I walk to him and place my hand in his. As soon as I’m in his grasp, his hand goes around my waist and he moves me to the other side of his body, the side farther away from the man and his son, then leads me outside while pushing the stroller with one hand.

“Are you okay?” I ask, feeling the muscles of his body draw tight.

“I’m good,” he says, giving my waist a squeeze as we move back up the hill we just came down. “I didn’t like the way that guy was watching you before he approached you.”

“I didn’t see him,” I admit.

“I know; you were watching the gorilla when he came in, but it wasn’t like he came in to see them. It was like he came in to watch you. I don’t even think he knew I was there until I called you over,” he says, sending a chill through me.

“I heard you on the phone this morning. You said another girl was taken,” I confess quietly while leaning over to make sure Hope is still asleep.

“Yes, another girl was taken. Her family contacted me. The police can’t do anything yet, because it hasn’t been more than seventy-two hours. She was hoping we could look into it.”

“What are you doing here? You should be out looking for her.”

“All of my guys are on it, and at the risk of sounding like an asshole, baby, you’re more important to me than any of that. I needed to come make sure you were okay,” he states.

“Jax, I’m okay, but you have to help her. Do you know how scared I was when I was taken? I prayed over and over that someone would find me, that someone would be looking for me, but I knew I was praying in vain, ’cause the people who should have informed the police I went missing were the same people who set me up to be taken in the first place.”#p#分页标题#e#

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he says, letting out a ragged breath and holding me a little tighter.

“You have to find her,” I repeat, feeling my throat close up with emotions.

“We’re working on it, and so are Wes and the guys.”

“Wes is helping?” I ask with a frown. I know Wes and a few of his friends own a repair shop, but I didn’t know he helps Jax out, and July never mentioned it.

“Since July was taken, he’s been on a mission to find the guy who got away.”

“Are you guys any closer? Do you know who he is?” I ask, hearing the hope in my voice.

“We’re getting closer,” he says, but I notice he doesn’t fully answer my question, which makes me wonder what he’s trying to keep from me or if I’m in danger.

“Nothing is going to happen to you, Ellie. No one is going to get close to you or Hope; you have my word.”

“You can’t promise that, Jax,” I whisper as fear creeps over me.

“I can promise you that,” he growls. “You and Hope are mine, and anyone who even thinks about harming either of you will wish they were never born.”

“Jax, you’re not a cop,” I remind him.

“I don’t answer to the law, Ellie, and that makes me their worst nightmare,” he snarls, wrapping his arms so tightly around me that I have a hard time taking a breath. Huffing heavily, I do a face plant against his chest, praying he can keep both Hope and me safe.





Chapter 5




Jax


Parking in front of my office, I growl when I see Mellissa is standing out front, holding two cups of coffee and her eyes on me.

“Fuck.”

I know she got my text. I knew she was going to ignore it and the fact I told her to call me when she had a few minutes, so we could talk. I also know her well enough to comprehend she would show up here so she could attempt to have it out with me face-to-face.

I don’t want to deal with her shit today, not when I left Ellie and Hope at home eating pancakes that I made them for breakfast, both my girls still looking sleepy as I kissed them each goodbye, so I could come into the office and deal with a phone call I had to make this morning.

Getting out of the cab of the truck, I slam the door and pull my office keys from my front pocket.

“Hey, stranger.” Mellissa smiles as I get close, handing me a cup of coffee that I take then walk four steps to the garbage can on the corner of the street and dump it in.

“That was rude.” She frowns, watching me as I step up to the building and open the door.

“I told you to call me, Mellissa. I didn’t tell you to stop by and bring me coffee.” I know I’m being an asshole, but this chick only understands asshole. If I try to go about this playing the roll of the good guy, she will read that signal wrong and think I want back in there, which I don’t.