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When we all gave our affirmatives, Shaw looked at me. “Need you to go with Konrad to deliver this shipment of guns. It’s a small order, and you should be back sometime before daybreak.”
I grunted in acknowledgement. Shaw slammed his gavel on the table, adjourning church. I slid out of my chair to go talk to Konrad, but Cameron grabbed my bicep before I could walk away. Turning, I arched a brow at him, my beanie hiding it though. “What?”
Cameron sighed, dropping his hand back to his side. “I’m sorry for pushing you the other day,” he quietly apologized. “I was out of bounds.”
I shrugged. “No harm done.” Clapping a hand to his shoulder, I gently squeezed it. “We good?”
He nodded, the right side of his mouth tipping up just a little. “We’re good.”
I released him and walked over to Konrad. “What time are we heading out?” I asked him.
He looked at his watch, pursing his lips before looking back at me. “Two hours good?”
I nodded. “I’ll be ready.”
I grabbed my phone out of the bin and headed to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and something to eat. Pulling up Blakely’s contact info, I quickly sent her a message.
Jax:It’s rude to sneak out in the middle of the night, sweet girl.
Blakely:Jax?
Jax:Ngl, I’m gonna be jealous af if you went to see another man after leaving my bed.
Blakely:I didn’t. I went home because someone decided to cum all over my dress.
My lips twitched with a smirk. So, she could be sassy when she wanted. Fuck, I was already getting hard. And why the fuck did I miss her?
Jax:I had plans to buy you clothes to go home in when I woke up. You should’ve stayed.
Blakely:That’s pretty comfortable though, isn’t it? Didn’t realize men like you want women to stay the night.
Jax:We don’t. But I want YOU to stay, Blake.
Blakely:Quite the smooth talker, aren’t you?
Jax:Never been a smooth talker in my life, sweet girl.
“Who are you texting so much over there?” Arlo asked as he nudged me aside with his hip so he could take over the coffee pot.
I shoved my phone in my pocket. “No one,” I grunted. I wasn’t ready to tell my brothers I was getting attached. To a fucking prostitute, at that, even if Blakely was so much more than her job. “Pour me a cup, would you?”
He stared at me for a moment before pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and nodding once. “If you want to talk about it, you can talk to me,” he said as he slid me a mug of coffee. I lifted it to my lips, savoring the bitter, black liquid.
I shook my head. They knew I didn’t talk about shit. I was the suffer-in-silence kind of man. “Nothing to talk about.”
With that, I snagged an apple from the fruit basket on the counter and left the kitchen, heading up to my room.
CHAPTER SIX
Jax
“You’re organizing your office?” Arlo asked, surprise coating his words as he peered into my office, his hands braced on the doorframe.
“Cameron will get on my ass if I don’t.” It wasn’t a total lie. But it wasn’t the whole truth either. I didn’t know what the fuck to do with myself. Work was slow, and Ace was in the garage helping since he and Shaw had a fight this morning about his latest math test. Ace wasn’t stupid by any means. He was easily the smartest out of all of us—even Cameron, who had two fucking degrees under his belt. But he just couldn’t be bothered to actually try, I guess. And he flunked the test because of it.
Shaw only found out because Ace needed a signature for the test so he could retake it, and Konrad wasn’t around to sign it when he remembered.
“You’ve never given a fuck about the mess you leave for Cameron to sort through,” Arlo retorted, calling me out on my shit. “Sowhat the fuck is going on, brother? Even Ace has noticed you’ve been out of sorts. He’s bugging the shit out of me to find out what’s going on.”
