Jax (Wattpad Version)

Protection

Jax

I slid on a barstool and taped two fingers on the bar top.

Richard's barmaid noticed me and sauntered over with a glint in her eye. She leaned on the bar top with her tits falling out of her skimpy leather top. "What can I get you?" She ran her tongue over her bottom lip.

"Not you and a beer." I placed my pack of smokes and lighter in the bar.

The barmaid stood erect and crossed her arms.

"I didn't stutter." I wasn't in the mood for a hoe's bullshit. I shook a smoke from my pack, pulled it with my lips, flipped my zippo, and lit the end.

"Brandy. Beer. Now," Richard ordered, strolling towards me and sliding onto a stool next to me.

The barmaid scampered to a cooler, pulled two beers, popped the caps, and set them in front of us. Richard waved her off. I lifted the bottle lip to my lips and took a swig.

"Fucking, bitches. You hire barmaids, and they want to suck your dick." Richard gulped his beer.

"Get the staff in line. I'm not here to have a hoe hop on my dick. I'm here on business."

"What business?" Richard glanced at me with an arched brow.

I looked at Richard. "Maxwell Keaton."

Richard pursed his lips. "Why?"

"Because he's Alicia's old man."

"Fuck." Richard swigged his beer.

"And she dated Brett." I drank my beer without flinching.

"What the fuck, Jax? When we're you planning to drop this bomb on me?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Like the fuck it doesn't."

I cocked my head at Richard. "No one touches Alicia."

"You can't stop what's coming? If you think you can, that makes you a fucking fool. You delivered Brett to Blake in a body bag and started this fucking mess."

"That cocksucker went after my family. I won't hesitate to put him down like a dog. You gave me your word about Alicia."

Richard knew I had him by the balls. He concedes or faces the consequences—his choice.

"Fine. I'll put the word out to the club members."

I didn't say anything else but finished my beer and left. I would do anything to protect Alicia.

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Alicia

After my day ended, I headed to a local market to pick up groceries and supplies. I was running low with Jax staying with me.

I checked my list to make sure I didn't forget anything. Besides food, I needed first aid items. I stood in front of the health and beauty aid section, picking out what I needed when someone whistled as I turned my head slowly.

A guy in a leather jacket leaned on the shelf with one hand. "What's a sweet thing like you doing in here?"

"Shopping." I returned to the items on the shelf.

"Oh, don't be like that. I just want to talk." The guy maneuvered between me and the shelf.

"I'm good. Really. I need to get going." I started to walk away.

The guy grabbed my arm, preventing me from leaving. "Now, that's rude. I was trying to talk to you, and you blew me off." The guy leaned into my face and fanned me with his alcoholic-induced breath. "I don't like bitches who think they're better than me."