The Reaper Prince

Chapter 17

Right as we both reach our peak, the front door opened causing us to freeze like statues. We didn't lock the door?? Jax slowly lowered me to my feet before quickly reaching for the pistol in his cut laying on the floor. He immediately pointed it in the direction of the third intruder of the evening.

Intruder's P.O.V.-

"Get off me!" I screamed but he hit me again, this time busting my lip wide open.
"Stop fighting me!!" He growled back with rage in his eyes. I was so terrified I began to hit him with the arm that wasn't already broken.
He gripped my hand before it connected with his face and raised his balled fist in the air. His nostrils flared as it swiftly came down on my nose.
I decided to act as if he knocked me unconscious, hoping he would walk away. After a few seconds I heard footsteps receding into the bathroom and the door shut.
Jolting up to my feet, I quickly grabbed my bag and keys before tiptoeing down the hall and out the front door.
Once my bare feet hit the pavement I went into a full out sprint, reaching my car in no time.

Hours later:

As I drove all through the night, I had no idea where I was heading. Then I spotted a sign reading Charming 20 miles. My brow furrowed as I contemplated why I had naturally headed the direction I was.
Maybe my body instinctively knew to come here. Back to a place I never planned on returning. Back to where I knew I was...safe.
I hadn't stopped once in the little town. I just drove to the one person who would welcome me with open arms.
I sat in the road across from his driveway, just thinking about what may happen. My mind flooded with memories of him and I when we were young. His scent. His smile. His everything. I wonder if he still tastes like whiskey? Or if he will just scoop me up when he opens the door. To feel his embrace would be the biggest comfort.
I nervously checked my appearance in the visor mirror and discover a bloody, beaten woman staring back at me. I jumped at the sight, almost frightening myself. It wasn't until I laid eyes on my face, did it begin to throb in horrible pain.
My nose was definitely broken, as was my cheekbone. Top it off with the double black eyes and the blood running down my face.
"I highly doubt he's gonna be wanting to scoop this up. Unless it's with a shovel." I joke to myself before mustering up the courage. But before I opened the door, I saw a black truck pull up and two men dressed in all black jump out. They headed for the front door and used a credit card to gain entry.
Frozen in my seat, I just sat and watched as the front door close. I squint at the excruciating pain radiating from my face. Then a familiar sound.
A Harley engine revved around the corner and sped up as the rider noticed the black truck.
"Jax?" I whispered to myself as I saw the ruggedly handsome man dismount his motorcycle. Tossing his helmet into the front lawn, he drew his gun as he approached the front door.
Moments after, I hear a single gunshot. Not two but a single shot that rang through the night air and I burst into tears.
"No, no, no... not Jackson." I sobbed as my hands cradled what part of my face that didn't hurt. My stomach was flipping around as the pain moved to my chest.
Finally after mustering up the courage, I climbed out from the car and forced my feet to take me up to the door.
Don't knock idiot, the two intruders may be near by.
As soon as my hand gripped the doorknob, a noise came from inside the house. It sounds like...moaning. I continued to listen, hoping my senses were deceiving me.
"That's what I love." Another grunt and a loud moan.
"Yes, Jax!" A woman moaned as what seemed like the end of the encounter. Rage boiled in my chest as I swung the door open to see Jax standing in the middle of his kitchen, naked and pointing a gun in my direction.
Behind him a woman who had just grabbed a black robe to cover herself. He looked at me for a moment then lowered his weapon in disbelief. Speaking only one word. My name.

"Tara?"