Jax (Wattpad Version)

Jax

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Jax

I sat in a bar and drank a beer when someone sat down next to me. I didn't bother to look at the person but kept sipping my beer.

"I hear you're a tough sonofabitch."

"Where did you hear that?" I took a swig of my beer.

"I heard rumors."

I glanced at the guy next to me and returned to my beer.

"I'm looking for someone to help me lead my club."

I set my beer down and swallowed what was in my mouth. "Who said I'm interested in joining a club?"

"I need a VP and an enforcer."

I removed a pack of smokes from my leather jacket and tossed it onto the bar top. I pulled one and lit it as I kept drinking. The guy reached over the bar top and set an ashtray in front of me. I glanced at him.

"If you'll smoke, then don't ash on my bar top."

"This is your bar?"

"Yeah."

"It's a shithole." I returned to my beer and smoke.

"Yeah, it is, but it makes money."

I arched a brow and glanced at the guy.

"Richard Brandon."

"Jax Harper."

A woman set a beer down in front of Richard.

"You're the asshole who's been running guns through the town."

"I prefer the term invoking my second amendment right."

I scoffed.

"I take care of my boys. Their loyalty is like no other. Plus, I have an issue with another club across town."

"Blake."

Richard nodded.

I've had run-ins with Blake's crew. Some of them I put down like dogs.

"So, what's your story?"

"Is this the fucking story hour?"

"Nope." Richard shook his head. "I'm curious."

"I put a bullet in my old man's head when he beat the hell out of my mother."

Richard stared at me.

"He was a piece of shit." I finished my beer.

Richard gestured to the woman behind the bar. She opened another beer and set it down in front of me.

"My old man beat the shit out of me. So, I retaliated. He sits in a home and drools like a bitch."

"How old were you?"

"Thirteen. My mother skipped out when I was five."

"Should I feel bad for you?"

"Nah, life is shit. We're navigating the storm."

I finished my beer and left. I drove home and opened the door, then heard a crash from the kitchen. I went into the kitchen to find my mom disoriented. She rambled as I cleaned up the broken plate.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"I thought I heard your father coming." Mom's head jerked around.

"He's dead."

My mom stared at me, then she smiled. "Jaxson, did you have a good day at school?"

I nodded.

"Oh, good. I hope the teachers aren't giving you problems. You're such a good boy."

"Why don't you watch your program, and I'll make you dinner?"

"Okay."

I led my mom to the couch and turned on reruns of I Love Lucy. She laughed as I went into the kitchen to make her dinner.

The beatings my mom suffered from my old man caused brain damage and memory loss. Some days my mom thinks my dad is coming home. Other days she thinks I'm still in school.

After bringing her dinner, I sifted through the mail. I stared at the foreclosure notice, along with the surmounting bills. The money I was bringing home wasn't enough to pay the bills.

The doctors suggested an institution for my mom, but we couldn't afford one. I heard laughter then sobs from the living room.

Blake offered me a position in his club, but I didn't trust him. I worked a night job, but the pay sucked.

I sat down on the couch with my mom.

She wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry, Jaxson."

"It's okay."

"I can't control myself." Then mom smiled. "You're a good boy."

I furrowed my brows.

"I'm tired."

I nodded and helped Mom upstairs. Once I got her situated, she fell asleep. I sighed and shook my head, then laid down for a few hours before work.

I had been sleeping for thirty minutes when a scream erupted from my mother's room. I scrambled out of bed and rushed to her room to find two guys in her room. I didn't think but reacted and dropped the two guys.

I killed one instantly. The other tried to crawl away. I ripped out his throat. Then I checked on my mom. She shook. I comforted her as I glanced at the two assholes on the floor. I seethed, knowing they were a part of Blake's crew.

I know a club brings in money, and I wanted Blake's ass on a silver platter. That made my decision much more straightforward.

******
I opened the door to Richard's bar and found him behind the bar. I strolled over and took a seat on a barstool. He popped a cap and set a beer down in front of me.

"Does your offer still stand?"

"Yeah."

"Good." I sipped my beer.

A smile curled on Richard's face. A war is coming, and I'm bringing the rain.