The Reaper Prince

Chapter Four

When I woke the next morning, I carefully slipped out of the bed. Finally on my feet I turned to see Jax was still fast asleep, then something caught my eye. There was an empty whiskey bottle on the floor next to the bed. That explains last night. I quickly jumped in the shower, spending the day smelling him on my skin wouldn't be the worst thing but there is a hint of whiskey. I watched the water roll down my body, darkening my many tattoos but the scar across my ribs makes me cringe. After getting dressed I discovered Jax was already gone. Looking in the dresser mirror, putting on a little make-up, I noticed a photo of a girl. Upon turning it over I discovered her name. 'Tara'. I could see that we had similar builds and hair texture, mine was just longer. I made my way out to the bar where a few members of the Sons were sitting. "Who's the girl?" A younger looking man with blonde hair asked Chibs. He was wearing a different cut than the others, a lot less patches and his said prospect across the back. "Why don't you go ask her?" Chibs said in a joking matter. The prospect took the bait and walked right up to me. "Hi." He seemed nervous just saying that. "What's your name?" He asked with a shaky voice. For some reason I feel like he was afraid of me. "Max, what do they call you?" I asked him, not expecting to hear the answer. "Everyone calls me Half-Sack. On account of having half my testicals when I did a tour over seas. Wanna see?" He proceeded to unfasten his belt so he could whip out his "half-sack" to show me. "Whoa, whoa Half-Sack!" Chibs protested before I could do the same. "I'm good. But thank you for your service." I tried to stifle my laughter. I'll be ok if this is the highlight of my day. I then headed for the office to meet up with Gemma.

After a long day of cars coming and going for various repair work, everyone had left for the day. Leaving me alone to happily wipe down the tools, it had been a couple days since I had my hands on some tools. I have to admit it felt like home. A part of me missed the junkyard and the small camper that I once lived in, even if I went back for everything I left it wouldn't be worth the gas to get there. I wasn't a stranger to starting over from scratch. The smell even comforted me for some reason. Once the shop was spotless, I just laid on the concrete floor taking in my surroundings. I could sleep here no problem. Might as well give Jax a night in his bed alone. He probably feels foolish about last night. I hadn't seen him today either. And that's exactly what happened, I somehow fell asleep on the shop floor. Luckily I locked all the doors.

I vaguely remember waking up to someone carrying me, but exhaustion from the day wouldn't let me fully wake up just yet. I do recall two men talking. One asked what the other was doing, which the other guy replied "I'm not sure yet. But I want her protected until I know. Is that understood?" Apparently the one carrying me had some form of authority, makes sense that he was one of the guys there that night in the junkyard. The next morning I was woken up by Jax staring at me from the chair across the room. He was smoking a cigarette as he stared at me. "Good morning?" I wasn't sure if he was angry or not but he remained silent through the whole cigarette. After putting it out he sat up to look me in the eyes. "I know you must feel a bit confused right now, and I'd understand if you were. I haven't made it easy on you." It sounded as though he were apologizing. Yep, he's feeling foolish. I knew it. "I was in love with a woman who looks a bit like you. Her name is Tara. She moved away a long time ago." I know he's hurting from that, even if he chooses not to show it. "Do you want me to go?" I got up the nerve to ask him, my heart pounded in my chest. He shook his head. "No. The opposite actually. But I understand if you don't want the same th..." I held up my hand as I stood up from the bed. I could have just said some words but this may be my only opportunity to possibly pull it off. I walked over to his chair and took his hand, forcing him to stand up. A grin slowly grew across his face before he licked his lips, biting the bottom one for good measure. When our lips finally met is was as if we waited years for that one moment. My hands founds there way into his slicked back dirty blonde hair. He gripped each of my thighs in his hands before lifting me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist before they begun to rip the shirt off my back. Of course he tastes good too!! Is there no flaw??