Letters To An Outlaw(Redwood Originals)*****completed****

18. US Marshal

Nikki nervously walks up to the warehouse that the SONS frequented. Chibs had mentioned Jax had been staying there while he and Tara where working through some things. She didn't know how she could get through this but her intent was clear.

Her eyes drift down to the sharp knife as she squeezed her hand  tighter around the handle for courage before she stepped closer.

What are you doing here? He asked suspiciously. He seemed distracted at first sifting through an old box and then stopped to look up at me with an unamused look before putting out his cigarette. Letting out a deep sigh like he had been struggling to figure out his own shit.

I didn't answer. I couldn't find the right words so I remained silent glaring back at him with the same look of disgust I had shared earlier when I had found out about how Opie died.

I get it you blame me for Opie. I blame myself. He spat throwing something inside the box. He finally sat down on the sofa and then looked back up to meet my vicious stare.

He started to get pissed noticing that I was still agitated. You need to get over that shit Nikki! For Christ's sakes I dont have time for your bullshit. When he said the words he noticed the hate that formed as she screwd her face up at him. He could see the anger in her eyes. Your letting your personal shit bleed all over me and my club it needs to stop.

My personal shit. I laughed in an intolerant tone as I raise my voice. My voice came out shaking and I felt myself tremble. I do I hate you Jackson but me here tonight isn't personal. Your club shit spilt into my life.

Thats when I pulled out the knife.

He eyed it in her hand and let out a slight chuckle like he didnt believe she could do it. When she didnt release the knife it sort of pissed him off.

What are you gonna do Nicole he asked tensing his jaw. You gonna kill me doll.

Could I? Could I actually do it? I don't know why I was struggling with the idea so badly. I was ready to do it when I pulled up but right now I couldn't move and the prick saw right through me. We both know your not that person so you want to fucking explain yourself?

That US marshal, the one that has hard on for you sent me here. Threatened to rape me if I didn't come here and kill you. I want you dead but this shit isn't even about me.

What he tell you?

Her eyes glanced in the other direction at his question as if she didnt really want to tell him.. He said that I should come here and give you the fuck of your life then when your not expecting it to stick this knife into your gut.

He looked at her with an amused expression. Fuck me huh he said as if intrigued by the idea. Her stomach turned over in fear.
The horrible events of the night rushed fleetingly through her mind as she noticed him stepping forward. It was then that she hesitated, her hand quivered as he stepped into the blade but its sharpness was pathetic against his solid chest.

Stop. Seriously, don't come any closer. She warns but he still walks towards her slowly.

Her eyes focused on the blade at his chest then flickered back up to his amused glare. Go ahead then he moved closer pushing against the blade she held out until it slid up against his throat. Go on DO IT!! The words loud and angry made her flinch.

She dropped the blade to his chest and pressed it against his skin until the blade broke skin. At first it felt good to see his blood flow down his skin until his face twisted with anger and frustration as her eyes once more landed on his.

His left hand wrapped around her wrist as he slammed it up against the wall behind her. When the knife fell to the floor he used his other hand to hit her. The hate was clear in her eyes as they swelled with tears and a struggle would soon begin.