𝒋𝒂𝒙 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒔
𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
scarlett left charming on a bad note, but after her brother is put in jail for a year, she de...
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❛ I'm not willing to shove my finger in another man today. ❜
chapter thirty two.
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AFTER DEALING with Luann and Lyla, then helping Gemma, the nanny and Abel get back home for the first time in a couple of days, Scarlett was finally able to go to the Club to do her actual job behind the bar. But her well-deserved peace did not last long enough, as only an hour later, the clubhouse door is open with such urgency that it cracks the brick behind it.
Scarlett jumps in her seat behind the bar, nearly causing it to break underneath her due to the uneven leg lengths. Fortunately, the clubhouse is empty and she'd only really shown up to clean up after a prospect who'd been working instead of her. The last thing she expected or wanted was for a large group of Sons to bundle their way in and ruined her night further.
Not caring for her silent wishes, the group rush around the corner and Tig drops a bleeding Bobby into a bar stool opposite so that his back is leant against the wooden surface. At the sight of the gaping gunshot hole in his shoulder, Scarlett shoots up and her jaw drops as she gasps. The guys are yelling at one another while Bobby groans painfully, but all Scarlett can focus on is the wound.
"Scarlett," Tig's hand smacks down on the bar, the loud noise from his rings on the wood causing her eyes to snap to him, "Call Alex."
Her brows furrow, "What makes you think I have his number?"
Tig throws his arms up, "I dunno! You two seemed like friends yesterday!"
"Loosely friends, yeah. But not that close that either of us asked for numbers from the other!" She replies back, the anxiety in her voice growing as Bobby continues to grunt in agony. Half-Sack is now at his side, pressing a towel into the wound to try and stop so much blood from leaking out of him.
"Jesus christ! I'll call the Doc! You all work together to stop him from bleeding out!" Clay's voice rattles the clubhouse as he roars at everyone. He turns his back to the group before drugging his phone from his pocket. As he speaks urgently into the device, his hands run over his head stressfully.
Scarlett steps out from behind the counter and places herself next to Half-Sack. Her jaw grinds as she watches the towel soak with blood, "You need to put your index finger in his wound," She directs Half-Sack. She watches as his face pulls up in a grimace, "Just until Alex gets here." She attempts to reassure the prospect.
"I ain't—" Half-Sack gags at the thought, "—doing that."
She glares at him before gently nudging him out of the way and taking ahold of the towel as he backs off. She holds her breath for a moment as she slowly inserts her index finger into the hole, just far enough to clog it up. Bobby let's out a yell of pain, throwing his head back as he tries to stop from fidgeting in the seat.
