Jax (Wattpad Version)

Taking care of business

Jax

After we finished our meal, I dropped a Benjamin on the table. Elise swung by and collected our plates and money from the table before trotting off to the kitchen.

"You just dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the table," Alicia mentioned.

"Yeah, so?"

"Most people leave no more than twenty percent in a tip."

"I'm not most people." I rested my arm on the back of the booth and swigged my beer.

Alicia leaned her head in her thumb and first two fingers as she studied me.

I squinted my eyes. "What?"

"You're so different from anyone I have ever met."

"Why?"

Alicia blew air past her lips. "I should fear you, but I don't."

"I haven't given you a reason to fear me, and I won't."

Alicia shook her head as a smile curled upon her lips. The corners of my mouth turned upward.

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After that day, I handled club business while Alicia worked. It freed up my evenings and nights for her. Richard put the word out to the club members about Alicia. No one was to touch her.

To ensure I meant what I said, Richard and I visited Maxwell Keaton. We waited for him until his SUV came into sight on a highway.

We leaned on the handlebars of our parked bikes in the middle of the road as it barreled toward us and screeched to a halt. I pulled my sawed-off shotgun from its pouch and climbed off my bike. I cocked it and walked over to the driver's side window as Richard approached the passenger-side window with his pistol.

"Jesus," the driver said with his hands raised.

"Get out of the car, you fat fuck." I opened the door, dragged the driver's ass from the vehicle, and made him kneel.

"Please don't kill me." The guy bawled like a big baby.

I pressed the barrel to his head and pulled the trigger. Richard dragged Maxwell Keaton from the passenger seat and forced him onto his knees. I strolled over to Richard and Maxwell.

"What do you want from me?" Maxwell shouted.

"You should have chosen right, you sick fuck." Richard pressed the barrel of the pistol against Maxwell's head.

Maxwell flinched with his eyes closed.

I crouched in front of Maxwell as he opened his eyes. "You offered your daughter to Blake's club to use as a toy."

"I didn't have a choice," Maxwell said.

"I would never offer my kid to a bastard. I'll put the sick fuck down before he touches mine."

Maxwell squeezed his eyes shut as he bawled. I shook my head and stood up as Richard pulled the trigger. Maxwell's body fell to the ground. We walked over to our bikes and climbed on. I shoved my gun into a side pocket and started my bike.

Our next stop was Maxwell's, old lady. We pulled into a circular driveway, dropped our kickstands, and entered the residence. It didn't take long to find his bitch with a moaning coming from upstairs. We climbed the stairs, pulled our pieces, and followed the sounds.

We came to a bedroom at the end of the hallway and found Maxwell's old lady bent over a dresser as one of Blake's club members rammed her. Richard whistled as they stopped. I entered and pulled my trigger twice. Their bodies dropped to the carpeted floor.