Not Your Average Anything

Chapter 3: Nice Gun

----------------Jax POV-----------------

"Put your gun down. I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. I just wanted to know why you were driving like a fuckin' maniac." He chuckled under his breath.

"I don't trust you." I gulped hard. He looked dangerous.

"You're holding a glock drawn to me and my hands are up. I don't trust you." He scoffed and emphasized you. He has a point.

I withdrew my gun and placed it on my holster.

"You a fuckin pig? Holster, glock? Fuck this." He shouted.

"I'm not a 'fuckin pig', I'm Tessa Dayton, exercising my legal rights," I snapped. He gave me a confused look.

"If this is done, I'm going home to sleep. Sorry for my reckless driving." I apologetically but sarcastically added.

"Why do you need to protect yourself? This is Charming, sweetheart. There's no need to be afraid and no one here is dangerous." He was sincere.

"You have the choice to be afraid, but danger is everywhere." I added and slammed my door.

------------------Jax POV---------------

I stood there dumbfounded. The way she held her gun, her driving skills, the stern tone in her angelic voice. Who was this girl? She was lethal, that was the best way to describe it. She could handle her own, and I liked that.

I haven't even looked at a woman since Tara's passing. It's been 2 years. I still find myself in my bathroom contemplating my life.

I hopped on my bike and followed her car, she drove smoothly now. I made sure she didn't catch on to me following her. She arrived at her home and I stopped about 300 ft from her house.

It was a decent sized house, she must have money. The yard was landscaped, the house with a huge oval window showing a dimly lit chandelier on the upper floor. She unlocked her door, hand on her gun, and opened the door with her gun drawn. I watched each light illuminate each room one by one, watching her shadow dance in a silhouette of smooth movements, checking each room. The way she moved, the stealth behind it, she had police training.

I needed to get information on this girl. I call Juice immediately.

"Hey brother, I need Intel on someone." I demanded.

"Who on?" He asked clueless.

"Tessa Dayton." That name, the way she said it, so independently, the sound of her voice sang in my ears.

"She was convicted on assault charges, charged with possession twice," he said curiously.

"Shit." He mumbled.

"Juice, what's up? What did you find?" I said anxiously.

"She worked undercover for a PD in Miami. Miami Metro PD, to be exact....She was not a police officer, just a part of an operation." He pointed out, a concerning tone to his voice.

"I knew she had police training. I need to find out more about her, she's really something, brother," I said sincerely.

I meant what I said. She was stunning. The moonlight illuminating her bright greenish-blue eyes, her petite toned body and her sun kissed skin radiated beauty. She was bad-ass.

"Jax, you there?" He said, anxiously.

"Yeah brother, I'm sorry, got caught up in my head," I said as I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. "I have to see her during the day, I'm going to find her tomorrow." I hung up without saying goodbye.

Rubbing my eyes which were now bloodshot and stinging from lack of sleep, I hopped on my bike and rode back to the clubhouse.

--------------Tessa POV---------------

I climbed into bed, the glock by my side. It comforted me like a mother lying next to her scared child. I slept peacefully knowing I could blow anyone to pieces in a split second if they tried to harm me.

I woke up groggy, the fog of running out of my house in a panic, the biker that followed me. He was so handsome, but I couldn't show weakness. He had golden blonde hair, a scruffy mustache and beard. His arms were buff and his smile was to die for. The way his voice sounded was so sexy, I could have listened to him talk for hours.

I drug myself out of bed and into the shower. After finishing up, I got dressed and brushed my hair. I went into the garage, put the keys in the ignition and turned them. The smooth, loud-tuned sound of my engine made me crack a smile. I backed out and headed into town to the small cafè called "Dan's Daily". I sat down and ordered a coffee.

--------------Jax POV----------------

As I rode past Dan's, I noticed a small Audi similar to the shape of her car last night. I couldn't tell what kind of car it was, just that it was black, sleek, small, and fast. I pulled into the parking lot, parking my bike and walked in.

That's when I laid eyes on her.

Her chocolate waves fell down to the top of her jeans, her tan skin glowing under the sun through the window. She was drop dead gorgeous.