A Story Of Us (INK ME Series) Book One *under editing*

Chapter 7

Jax

Two weeks, it's been fucking two weeks since I've had my butterfly in my arms. Dean and I are currently staking out a new shipment that's coming in from the east territory. Some shading shit has been going on in the background and I don't like it one bit. Shady shit means butterfly could be put in the cross fire and I be damned if I let anything happen to her.

Dean slings his rifle over his shoulder as he crouches down in the dirt beside me. I know he's going to ask questions and I honestly don't know what to tell him without sounding like a fucking maniac.

"So, you and Ember huh. How's that going?" I sigh, and here it is. Rubbing my hand over my face, I glare right through his soul. "Hey man, don't kill me, I'm just saying I'm here if you need to talk and shit." He takes a deep breath and I know he's not done. I swear sometimes he acts just like his sister. I would never tell him that to his face, if I want to keep my fingers intact. Dean was always the more ruthless one when it came to the mafia. You wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at him or hell even hanging around him. We work well together; he specialized in long ranger rifles and I loved my little daggers. Specifically, the sica, a beautiful curved people opener. Fits perfect in my hands and can easily slit someone throat if need be.

"I'm just saying man, if she was mine, I wouldn't be here right now." Raising my brows at him, I wait for him to elaborate, because I'm pretty sure he just told me I should have let him come here alone and I be Dammed if I do that and something happened to him.

"So, you're saying if you finally got the stick out your ass and asked Rose out, you would make me come here alone while you lay up in bed with her?" He digs his hands into the ground and flings dirt towards my face. I manage to dodge it but being so close to the ground I end up smacking my face into the wet ground. Dean rolls to his side quietly laughing his ass off as I wipe the mug from my fucking face. "You. Will. Pay. For that." He laughs more before we both go silent to the sound of voices off in the distance.

Dean lays on his stomach, getting into position with his rifle. It's like a switch gets flipped with us when were out here. Yea we joke around and fuck with each other but we also know when its time to shut the fuck up and get the job done. I wouldn't have it any other way with him.

Looking down his scope, he lets out a series of curses. "Fuck, they brought four more than we originally accounted for. Three are standing by the van and I only have eyes on two more inside, west window."

"Do you have the shot, if so, take it but I'm going stealthy." He holds up two fingers and points in the direction that's clear. I know he has my back but I still need to be vigilant. The three by the van drop in domino form. That still leaves three more for me to play with. Crouching down I peer into the broken window. One big ass guy is lighting a cigarette between his teeth. I stare, letting him take one more hit of that nicotine he craves. Just as he's about to exhale I leap over the window seal and grab him in a headlock with my dagger against his throat. "Go ahead, breath out one more time before all the air in your lungs ceases, just like your existence." His hands come up and try to pry my fingers apart, but it's no use. I'm wanting this job done so I can get back to my butterfly and these fuckers are currently keeping me from her. Lowering my voice I whisper in his ear, "You know, if I wasn't in such a good mood I would probably torture you a little. Maybe use your blood as a slip and slide for my boy outside. He loves a good slip and slide in this heat. Too bad I'm not in a bad mood." My hand pulls the dagger across his throat and his coughing annoys me. Pushing him down to the floor, I wipe his blood off on my pants before hearing two quite shots. "Fuck."

Running outside I see Dean coming down the hill where we were laying with a smile on his face. "Took you long enough, I was going to leave you one but I want to get back home. What the hell were you doing anyway? Inviting him to your wedding with Ember?" Laughing I bump him with my shoulder before heading back to the car. "Seriously though what took so long, are you hurt?"

Turning, I look him straight in the eyes and say. "I was simply having a conversation; told him it was a shame you couldn't get a slip and slide today." He pouts, like actually pouts and I don't think I will ever get that imagine out of my head. "He's no fun man."

I shake my head and jump in the car. Time to go take something that's rightfully mine.