"Wake up" Jagger's deep, rich voice sounds far away. Lying on a small bed, you blink awake and stare at a dimly lit, bare ceiling." you have a bad concussion, don't move around too much." You turn your head and spot Jagger leaning back on a chair beside your bed, His long legs stretched out in front of him. "What did I just say about moving?" Jagger said, the mere shadow of a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "mmph, I've never been good at following rules." You said, lazily pushing yourself up with your hands.
"I'm starting to see that." You groan and press your palms to your eyes.
"Where am I? What happened?" You said as the room slowly faded out of the blur and you began to see things more clearly. "Maybe this will jog your memory" Jagger tosses something heavy onto your bed,
it was a red leather jacket. You run your thumb across the flaming red skull patch sewn across the back, across the letters that spell "BLACK JACKS"
This is my brother's jacket!
Suddenly, a rush of memories floods back to you of how you and Jeff were running from your father and his ruthless gang, the black jacks.
"You're- you're Jagger Knight. You're the president of the Sinners Motorcycle Club." You managed to squeak out, remembering what had happened earlier. A deviant smile rose on his face as he raised an eyebrow. "Good. You clearly know me. Care to tell me who you are?
and why you're carrying around the colours of our enemy MC?"
He searches your face for answers, his strong jaw firmly set. "Women aren't issued club jackets. So, who do you belong to?" Of course he'd say that. Women don't have any rights in this bikers world, that's why I want out.
"I belong to the girl scouts." You said sarcastically. Hoping he would leave you alone, but instead, he laughed and said "Really? Looks like they've gone for a different look with you."
"They're trying out a new image. More progressive, edgy." You continued the flirt, hoping you could stall him before he got to the important questions. "As much as I'd love for you to hook me up with some thin mints, I know you're not a girl scout. So, I'll ask you again, who do you belong to?" If he knew my dad was Viper, the leader of the Black Jacks, he would kill me for sure.
"I don't belong to anyone. I was born into the jacks. My dad is....a low-level biker." You lied, your heart pounding so loud you wondered if he could hear it. "You got a name?" A shiver went down your spine, you straightened up and said "it's Vexy."
Jagger frowns. "Don't do that. don't give me whatever road name the Black Jacks branded you with."
Damn, he called my bluff so easily.
"I'm sorry, I don't like being a liar."
You tried your best to sound apologetic. "What a coincidence. I don't like being lied to." Jagger sneers.
"I'm not lying. Vexy is my name, if you don't like it, that's your problem."
An awkward flush rose to your cheeks, Jagger sensed this and changed the topic. "I'd love to play a round of poker with you one day." You chuckle and reply "you'd lose, Like all the rest."
"No, I wouldn't." Jagger gives you a dark smile. "Put all your chips on the table. Give me your real name." He added. "If you want my real name so bad, why don't you give me yours."
"I already have." He said, not a hint of hesitation on his perfectly sculpted face. "Y-you have?" Jagger nods.
"Yeah, my mom liked the rolling stones. Named me after Mike Jagger."
His eyes grow soft and a little distant in the dim light of the basement. He looks up at you. "With me, what you see is what you get." Wow, I can't say I've ever met a biker quite like jagger before.
"Fine, my real name is Dorothy." He raises an eyebrow. "Dorothy?" Jagger sighs heavily and crosses his muscled arms over his chest. "You don't actually expect me to believe that, do you?" You grin and say "hey. my parents loved 'the wizard of Oz.' " jagger looks down and back at you, his fierce eyes staring into your soul. "Okay, sure. But let me give you a piece of advice, Dorothy."
He rocks forward on his chair, coming close. "You're not in Kansas anymore. You're on my turf. And I don't take kindly to liars." Your heart skips a beat, and your temple throbs.
A nearby door bursts open. Axle storms in, followed by Wheels.
Jagger turns to them with weary eyes. "I'm in the middle of an interrogation." Wheels looks up at him with teary eyes. "Sorry to interrupt, Jag. We just thought you should know...Gunner didn't make it."
"What!?" Jagger's eyes went wide.
"He's dead. Murdered by your little plaything here." 'Plaything?' He's so lucky I'm unarmed. Axle jabs his finger in your direction. "Let me kill her, Jag. An eye for an eye." This pushed you over the edge, you had to say something. "Oh yeah? Bring it on, I'll take you here and now." A dastardly smile appears on Axle's face. "Big talk from the little girl in her sickbed."
"You'll be in a full-blown hospital when I'm done with you." You replied. Making sure every word pierced through his fragile ego. "Oh-ho, you'll miss that sassy tongue of yours when I cut out-" Jagger cut him off. "You're not touching her." Both of them shared a spiteful glare before Axle spoke again.
"She was at the scene of the crime!" A muscle in Jagger's jaw tensed, you could tell he was furious with Axle.
"Did you find a gun on her? Or a gas can?" Wheels finally spoke. "No, the only thing we found was a bus ticket on the ground." Wheels hands Jagger the bus ticket that must've fallen out of your pocket. "A one-way ticket up to Canada for Jass Hunter." Jagger read aloud. Uh-oh. He looks up at you over the ticket, his eyes menacing.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Dorothy? or should I say, Jass." Jagger exaggerates the last word. "I-I'm sorry I lied about that. But I'm telling the truth about the rest. I had nothing to do with it." You hoped Jagger would understand. Because the last thing you needed was for Axle to make him believe otherwise. "See? She's a damn liar. She killed him, Jagger. Don't let her fool you." Axle spoke. The weight on your chest getting progressively heavier.
"Maybe she did, but we have no proof, and we don't take action without proof. So, we'll wait for more information about what happened. Until then, she is to be left alone. You got that?" Jagger's commanding voice boomed through your ears. Wheels nodded and said, "Yes, sir, understood." Wheels walks out of the room. Axle growls and follows him, slamming the door behind them, flooding your ears with its thud. You don't hear him lock it.
Could they have forgotten to lock the door?!
Thoughts???
Note: if any of you like steamy stuff or fluff, I'd recommend the next chapter. (I'm working on it rn)
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