Forbidden (#1)✔️

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

I am sorry for ending the last chapter on a cliff hanger.

There is more Italian talking in this so I put what I said in English below it for you guys.

Unless you are Italian and can understand, feel free to ignore the English.

toodles. x

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BLAIRE'S POV

The room is still dreadfully silent. I can't look him in the eye so I stare at a painting on his wall.

Such a pretty painting (anything to take your mind off the conversation ahead of you right Blaire? Mental eye roll).

You know that saying 'There is a calm before the storm, enjoy it whilst it lasts'...Yeahhh well that is this the situation right now.

Jax starts becoming agitated and begins to move on his bed before letting said storm out.

"HE FUCKIN WHAT!!!!" He roars picking up his phone.

"W-what are you d-doing?" I asked completely baffled as to why he needs his phone right now.

He begins dialling a phone number, holds the phone to his ear and waits for the person on the other end to pick up.

Now from here he talks Italian to the person on the other end of the line, which I can't understand so I just stare at him, gawking.

"Sapevi che mio padre ha colpito Blaire?" He shouts.

^-did you know my father hit Blaire-^

Some muttered and mumbled response comes back through the line, I can't hear their conversation properly so I stumble over to where my bed is laid out on the sofa and scroll on my phone replying to messages.

"E NON ME L'HAI DETTO." He yells still looking in my direction. His voice is raspy and surprisingly calm, despite the situation. I find it some what attractive.

^-and you didn't think to tell me-^

Damn I almost wish I could speak Italian to understand this heated conversation about me.

"È UN UOMO MORTO!" He ends the call, throws his phone on the bed and looks up to the ceiling.

^-he's a dead man-^

"Who was that?" I asked still scrolling on my phone, refusing to make eye contact.

Jax has that certain pair of eyes that could hypnotize you and make you spill all your secrets and correct your lies to truths.

That is why I refuse to look at him at a time like this. When my brain is vulnerable and wants to share everything with him, I also have to keep my protective wall up. 

I mean we barely know each other I'm not going to just spill everything about me in one sitting all because he looked me in the eyes.

If he wishes to know about me, which I doubt he does he probably has better things to do than a 'get to know session with Blaire', he is going to have to work for my trust and respect.

"Not your business love." He says still staring at the ceiling. 

See what did I tell you, he doesn't want to get to know me. It silly of me to think that (stupid Blaire).

"O-kayy." I draw out the word to seem annoyed. I don't think it worked.

We sit like this, in awkward silence for what seems like forever, when really it was just 30 seconds.