The Reaper Prince

Chapter Three

As we drove behind the ambulance the image of Wendy's pregnant body laying on the kitchen floor kept flashing in my mind. The ice cream melting around her as she continued to grip the spoon in her hand. My heart sank at the thought of an innocent baby possibly being hurt. "You alright Max?" Gemma could sense my feeling of despair. "I'll be fine. Just worried about Wendy and the baby." I tried to speak like everything was fine but my voice begun to crack. I decided it best not to speak until spoken to. I can't imagine how Gemma feels. Once we reached the hospital, Gemma ran in behind the stretcher carrying Wendy. I tried my best to keep up but doctors and nurses were shoving us both out of their way. We decided to wait in the hallway, pacing back and fourth. The sound of Gemma's heels echoed through the halls. She suddenly stopped, "I need you to do me a favor sweetheart." She said as she shoved her keys in my hand. "Head back over to Jax's house and clean up for me. I'm going to go call Jax." Without waiting for my response she had disappeared down the hall.

I had reached the house in no time and found myself staring at kitchen door. The same door from earlier that day where Gemma and I stood when we saw Wendy laying unconscious. I quickly had the ice cream off the floor, but then something in me had me deep cleaning the entire house. Before I knew it the sun had set and I was waiting for the last load of laundry to dry. Jax walked in the front door and sat at the kitchen table, not noticing another person was already in his house. He looks upset. He probably wants privacy, who knows what happened at the hospital after I left. Oh shit the dryer alar....BZZZZZZ!!!! "Shit!" I whispered to myself. "Who's in there?" Jax yelled in my direction. I could hear the chair scrape against the linoleum floor as he stood to his feet. I had thrown the clean laundry into a hamper and made my way to Jax. For some reason I didn't think I'd see him standing in the middle of the room, gun drawn like I were an intruder. Which I suppose I was, but once he saw my face he immidiately lowered his weapon and let out a sigh of relief. "He's not going to make it." He said with tears welling in his eyes. Instinctively I dropped the hamper of clothes and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him as close as I could. Trying to absorb his sadness as best I could, but I only felt tears rolling down my chest, where his head rested. "Is there anything I can do?" I whispered in his ear. He raised his head and stared me deep in the eyes. Then all of a sudden his hands cradled my face as he pulled my face into his. This is it. We are FINALLY going to kiss. Sadly before we could the front door opened then closed. "How are you doing baby?" Gemma asked him as she swiftly walked into the kitchen. I silently made my way out of the kitchen with the hamper of clean clothes. After folding the clothes I let myself out and decided to walk back to the clubhouse. Back to that sweetly scented bed that my lungs yern for more.

Half way to T.M. I could hear a motorcycle engine revving in the distance. It didn't brake my stride though, but I had wondered if it was Jax or even one of the other members. The sound grew louder, making me slow down to see who it could be. It was a member I hadn't met before, he had tattoos on either side of his dark Mohawk. "Are you Max?" He asked in a professional manner. "Yes." It almost came out as a question, but he handed me a helmet. "Jax asked me to take you back to the clubhouse. Hop on." That wasn't a question, but I obliged to his demand. Once on the back of his bike he told me his name before pulling off, "Call me Juice." We made it back to the clubhouse and Juice followed me in, giving me a questionable look as I simply sauntered into Jax's room, shutting the door behind me.
I laid on his bed, in his tee shirt as I smoked a joint that Gemma had gave me. The door then opened, I didn't have to look up to know it was Jax. I was staring at the ceiling when he climbed into the bed. We didn't say a word to one another, he just laid his head on my chest and rested. When my arm laid across his bare back, he pulled me closer to him. Not letting me go.