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He moved his hand to my hip, then rested it on my lower back, right above my bottom.
This was comfortable. This was what we knew. We were affectionate with each other, but never did we cross the line. I didn’t even dare to think about it.
“Now, can I tell you about what happened in Charleston?”
I rested my hand on his stomach and nodded. “Of course.”
He told me everything, like I was his therapist. I would listen but never judge, and whenever he asked me for advice, I would try my best to give it to him.
I struggled in the beginning, especially when he told me about the people he killed, and how he killed them. How was I supposed to reassure someone who committed murder that what he did was okay?
Then again, this was our life. He was an outlaw, and I was the daughter of one. Only difference was…he chose this life. I didn’t.
“You know what kind of crazy motherfucker Fender is,” he started. I gave a quick nod, then he continued. “We were standing next to our bikes, waiting for Dalton to hand us over the money for the guns we brought them, and while we were waiting, some fuckers started shouting at us. We ignored them at first, but when they approached us, we noticed their tattoos. They belonged to Brennen’s, and you know what us Knights think of those motherfuckers.”
I watched him closely as he spoke. He was expecting me to nod and agree with him, and though I knew a lot about this club’s enemies, I had never heard of someone called Brennen.
Still, I nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“We were on their fucking property, and I’m almost certain that Fender knew. I was ready to leave, but Fender didn’t move a damn muscle. He provoked them by standing his ground, and sure enough, they were coming at us with their knives pointed directly at us.”
Was that reason enough to kill someone? I dreaded hearing what happened next. I didn’t want him to add one more person to his list of people he killed. Accident or not, there were already too many on there for a twenty-seven-year-old man.
I sucked in my bottom lip as my body tensed, not ready to hear what the outcome was.
Jagger sighed. “I pulled my gun on them, but Fender was the one to shoot first. We didn’t kill them.”
Relief washed over me, and my body relaxed.
“But I think we left one of them in a critical condition. We left right in time before they could call for backup. I swear to you, Remi, Fender’s one day gonna have me killed with his stupid little games.”
“Then why do you always go with him?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? That man is a damn maniac. Only way to become greater and stronger is to follow his lead. I’m a crazy motherfucker, but Fender takes it up a notch.”
I wanted to shake my head at his way of thinking. Then again, I wasn’t surprised at all. All men in the Ruthless Knights MC were psychopaths. There was no other logical explanation.
I was just grateful that at least one of them, Jagger, loved me enough to treat me differently. I had to deal with his dark stories, and I got to have this bond with him in return. That was good enough for me. And, yes, I was aware of how insane that sounded.
“So you didn’t get hurt?” I asked, my voice calm.
“Not a scratch,” he said with a smirk, then he leaned in to press a kiss to my forehead. “Now, how was your birthday?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I told him. “I missed you and now you’re here with me.”
“Is that what you wished for while blowing out your candles?”
There were no candles. He didn’t have to know though. I smiled. “Yes.”
His lips curled as he brushed his thumb along my jaw. “I missed you too. Thank you for listening once again. It really helps to deal with everything that goes on in life.”
“You know I’m always here for you, Jagger.”
“I know. And I’m always here for you, baby.”
No matter how unconventional our friendship was, I was lucky to have him rather than no friend at all.
A wave of tiredness hit me, and I closed my eyes as I yawned. “I should really sleep now. I don’t want to be late tomorrow.”
