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“I want to bash your head into a wall,” Ace growled at me.
“Ace—” Konrad warned.
“No,” Ace snapped, glaring at Konrad. “He could have died.” Ace glared at me again. “Youpromised, Jax.”
I sighed. “Come here, kid.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “No. I’m staying right here.” All he had to do was stomp his foot, and he’d be a regular ol’ fuckin’ brat, I swore.
“Now, Ace,” I growled.
He huffed before walking over to me. I held my hand out, and he stared at it for a moment before dropping his arms and placing his hand in my injured one. I tugged him down onto my knee and wrapped my arm around him. Tentatively, he rested his head on my shoulder and sniffled. I felt his tear hit my cheek a moment later.
“I’m okay, kid,” I soothed, stroking my cut-up hand up and down his arm. “I’m not breaking my promise to you.”
He sniffled again and nodded his head. Blakely looked up at me, and I raised my other hand, cupping her cheek. “Not to either of you,” I swore.
A tear ran down her cheek, and she closed her eyes, leaning her face into my touch.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jax
Shaw’s burner went off as Blakely was packing up the first aid kit. He pulled it out before muttering a curse and heading into the chapel. Ace slipped off my lap before heading over to the bar, where he grabbed a glass and alcohol. Konrad watched him but didn’t say anything like he normally would. We all wanted Ace to wait until he was eighteen to drink, but fuck, today had been nerve-wracking. I knew he needed it.
He thought I was gone. That I’d broken my promise to him.
I gripped Blakely’s hips, tugging her between my spread thighs once she was done. Her smaller hands landed on my bare shoulders, her fingers pressing into my skin. Leaning forward, I rested my forehead on her belly, a sigh escaping my lips.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I never wanted my shit to touch you like this.”
She tugged my beanie off and raked her fingers through my dark hair, her nails scraping along my scalp. I shivered. “I knew fromthe moment I agreed to your over-the-top bullshit what I was in for.” I raised my head so I could look at her, my chin resting on her soft belly. “I’m safe. I’m protected. Will I worry about you? Yes. But you’ve also got five other men here ready to go to war if something happens to you.” She brushed the backs of her fingers down my cheek and over my beard. “That gives me some security. So don’t worry about your life touching me, Jax.”
I pressed a kiss to her stomach through her shirt. “I don’t deserve you.” Sitting back, I tugged her down on my lap so she straddled my thighs. Her hands found purchase on my shoulders again as our eyes met. Reaching up, I laced my fingers in her hair. “But you want to know something I realized as I was tumbling down that embankment?” I asked her. She frowned and nodded. “I love you, Blakely.”
Her eyes widened, and then she was kissing me. I groaned and clutched her to me, our tongues dueling until she submitted to me just like the perfect good girl. I slowed the kiss before releasing her just as Shaw came out of the chapel.
“Church now,” he ordered just as Arlo and Cameron walked inside. “You two got the truck?”
“Yeah,” Cameron said. He set my truck keys on the table next to me. “Got all the pizza, too.” Konrad snorted. “Jax can worry about getting the truck off the bed.”
Blakely stood from my lap, and I got off the chair, doing my best to ignore the pain throbbing through my side. Konrad moved forward to help me, but I waved him off. He grunted but backed off.
“Hey, Jax,” Blakely called as I moved into the chapel. I glanced at her over my shoulder, the door handle in my hand, ready toclose the six of us men inside. A small smile tilted her lips, only serving to enhance her beauty. “I love you, too.”
I grinned and shut the door behind me.
“Anatoly called,”Shaw began. “He heard about the accident—one of the men he has watching the chief of police overheard Carlisle yelling at someone about failing to do their job and you escaping,” he said, looking pointedly at me.
“Lovely,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. Someone had been intent on shutting me up.
Cameron snickered next to me. Arlo kicked him under the table, shooting him a look to shut up. Cameron rolled his eyes.
“For now, you lay low,” Shaw told me. “A member is always with you at the shop. You don’t stay late anymore, and you don’t open early. You go straight from here, to the shop, and back again. No detours. No pit stops. And you ride in a cage unless I give an order otherwise. Clear?”
A cage. I gritted my teeth. No fucking bike.
“Clear,” I muttered, unhappy about it. But I wouldn’t fight Shaw on this. He was the president; we voted him in charge for a reason.
