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She laughed. “Lovely description, Jax.”
I grunted. “Eh.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jax
Shaw knocked on the open chapel door, where I was sitting at the table ordering parts. I could’ve done it at the shop, but I didn’t feel like being away from Blakely any longer, and it had already been five in the evening when I’d called it a day.
She was upstairs reading a book, but at least she was near. Under the same roof as me.
The cravings I had to be near her still sort of surprised me and blew my mind. I wasn’t one for forming deep attachments, but with Blakely, it’d sort of been inevitable.
“What’s up?” I asked, looking up from my laptop.
“You mind heading out and getting the pizzas I just ordered?” Shaw asked me. “Convenience store on the corner. I know you’re busy, but Konrad is on some fucking meeting and has holed himself up in his room. Arlo is still at work, and I don’t want Ace or Cameron out there.”
I nodded and pushed back from the table, closing my laptop as I did so. “I’ll head out. If Blakely comes down, let her know I’ll be back in a little bit.”
Shaw clapped a hand to my back as I passed him. “Thanks, brother.”
Blakely emerged down the stairs as I was pulling my truck keys from my pocket. She was pulling her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head, but she paused, frowning at me, her fingers speared through her long, blonde hair. “Going somewhere?”
I nodded and walked over to her. Gripping the side of her neck, I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Heading to get pizzas. I’ll be back.”
She nodded and pressed a quick, soft kiss to my lips. “Be safe.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I drummedmy fingers on the steering wheel along to the beat of the rap song playing quietly through my speakers. It was dark now, which meant deer and other wild animals were out. And I wasn’t keen on hitting any of them.
The glare of bright headlights lit up the interior of my cab and my mirrors, damn near blinding me. I cursed, shoving my mirror away so it wasn’t shining right in my eyes.
“Turn your fucking brights off, asshole,” I growled.
The pop of a gunshot exploded in my ears, and then the back end of my truck dropped before spinning out. I cursed, the pizzasflying to the floorboard and spilling everywhere as I fought to regain control of my truck, my muscles straining with the effort.
The tires hit the edge of the road, and then I was tipping, rolling down the embankment and stopping right before the creek, miraculously upright. Snarling, I ripped my gun out of my glove compartment, my truck alarm blaring in my ears. The sounds of men barely talking reached my ears over the noise.
I needed to get the fuck out of here.
I crawled out of the busted window on the passenger side so the door wouldn’t make noise. I had my burner in my pocket, but my regular cellphone was lost somewhere in the truck. Not a goddamn thing I could do about that, but at least there wasn’t anything that could be used against me or the club. That phone was squeaky fucking clean.
Which meant Blakely and my family would remain protected.
My boots were silent as I made my way into the woods. Gingerly, I stepped into the creek, grinding my teeth at the cold water as it seeped into my boots. The men were making their way down the embankment now, using the faint moonlight as their light, smart enough to not use flashlights.
These weren’t amateurs.
I spotted some branches hanging over the creek on the other side, and the moonlight didn’t shine in that particular spot. Hoping nothing dangerous was waiting there to finish the job the men started, I slowly crept my way through the water, the creek coming up to my waist. I held my gun in my dominant hand and my burner in the other, and once I was safely in the brush on the other side of the creek, I called Shaw.
“Agony, what is it?” he growled.
“Got trouble,” I rumbled, my voice low. They were checking my truck now; I could barely see them through the darkness, and the creek was wider than most creeks. More than likely, I wouldn’t be spotted or heard.
“Where are you?” Shaw demanded. “One person problem or multiple?”
“Multiple,” I quietly told him, clenching my jaw when I saw one of the men following my tracks through the woods. “Frenrick Bridge,” I told him. “I’m hiding in the creek.”
