Overprotective Times Ten {1}

0.9

After seeing Jax and Jake on the porch, I get back into my car and drove away. It's the whole fight or flight principle. Next thing I know, there are eight cop cars chasing me. Man, I hate having SWAT officers as brothers. I get boxed in and I get out of the car and go off on foot. Gosh, you'd think I was a fugitive. I run without looking back, but suddenly I'm scooped up into someone's arms They carry me into the squad car before driving home and dragging me inside. I get handcuffed to a chair in the dining room and they start to lecture me.

"First, you skip school with a boy. A boy we specifically told you not to be around. Then you have the audacity to have an attitude with Jason when he pulls you into the hallway to talk about it. Did you think we wouldn't find out? And then instead of coming in and talking about it, you run." I need a smoke, badly.

"Can I take a smoke?" I dumbly ask out loud. Shit.

"What?" They rage.

"Shit. I said that out loud," I chastise myself lightly smacking my head with my free arm.

"Yeah, you did." They all day looking dead at me as serious as a heart attack.

"My bad," I mumble under my breathe.

This is pointless. We are not going to accomplish anything by screaming at each other. They are so infuriating sometimes. If one of them would just hear me out, we might actually get somewhere.

I don't realize I'm crying until Jake meets with me eye level and pulls me into a tight hug. I give him an awkward one arm hug with my free hand. Jax starts to uncuff me and points upstairs signaling me to go to my room. I leave and head to my room and start charging my phone. I think they forgave me, but I don't think they are going to hear me out. I just don't know what to do anymore. They want me to be honest with them, but anytime I tell them something or try to explain myself I just get yelled at. It's so frustrating.

I lay down in bed and cry.

I wake up to someone wetting my forehead with a damp rag. I look up and I see Jim. He works as a counselor for the fire department.

"I'm hear to listen," he offers in a soft voice.

I smile. Someone is willing to listen.

"Do you know Asher Thomas?"

"Of course. He's a town hero. He volunteers at the shelter, the fire station, and is a frequent visitor to the police station to help out. But, I think we both know something is off about him. So what do you know, that I don't."

"Wait how do you know something is off about him."

"He always incriminates Wyatt but his stories never match up to the case. I could never tell if he's covering for someone else or if it's himself that he's covering. And I could tell most of that from his body language." I nod surprised.

"He's Wyatt's half brother, and the angel in his step father's eyes. I want to tell you everything, but it's not my story to tell."

"Can you give me something that can stop him from incriminating Wyatt?"

"He's Wyatt's step brother."

"There we go, he can no longer testify against him because he's a conflict of interest." I smile and nod.

"Anything else," Jim asks trying to help.

"He runs the Bronze Pythons."

"What?"

"He is the leader of the Bronze Pythons."

"We have never come close to finding out the leader. How the hell do you know?"

"Well he wears the jacket to school, everyone is afraid of him, and his stepfather was the founder."

"Who is his step father?" Jim wonders aloud.

"Wyatt's biological dad," I start, "that's why he lives alone. Wyatt is apart of the Red Falcons. His dad is looking to kill him. That's why Asher wants him in jail. So he's out of the way and protected for when he needs him."

"That's a lot to swallow. But helpful. Thanks."

I nod and he leaves. And I start working on my homework.

"J's dinner," Jason yells.

I decide that doesn't apply to me and stay in my room.

"Jamie get your ass downstairs before and I come get you," Jay threatens.

"You'll never catch me alive," I scream.

"You want to bet. I'm faster than you. And I have some plans," Jake yells.

"Great, my own blood wants me dead."

I am suddenly grabbed out of mid air. I scream while hitting random things.

My phone buzzes with a text

Wyatt - you need help?

Me - yes. it's ten against one, bring ice cream

Wyatt - omw.

I hear a knock and sprint to the door.

"I brought backup," I yell.

Wyatt and I charge wearing unicorn ice cream cones laughing. We start throwing ice cream and everyone eventually has a unicorn horn and I see Jax fuming in the corner.

"RUN!!!!!"

Wyatt and I take off down the street with ten people chasing us. We end up at the dead end. Okay I either have to jump off the cliff into the lake or accept defeat. Guess I'm getting wet.

I strip my jeans and crop top before jumping in with Wyatt. Soon the others join and we are all laughing.

"Okay if we are going to do this we have to discuss rules," I say in a motherly tone, "no drowning Wyatt."

"No promises," the guys laugh.

"I tried. Sorry dude," I say to Wyatt.

We hang out at the lake and talk. The guys are starting to warm up to him. They hear his story and are less wary of him. But, I can tell they don't fully trust him yet.

"Okay. If we get a call on you, we still have to go get you. Just stay out of trouble. Do me a favor; keep her out of trouble too," Jax commands, "we have your back now."

"Yes sir," he says.

"If you ever need us," James start, "you know where to find us."

Wyatt nods looking guilty. What is he hiding?

"What do you need?" Wyatt looks surprised by Jim's question," I could tell from your body language. Now talk."

What are these guys, detectives?

"I'm kinda getting foreclosed."

"Do you want to live with us? We have plenty of room. Besides, Jamie could use someone her age around. Then maybe then she'll understand we are not all out to get her."

"I don't want to intrude."

"Come on, just say yes," I plead.

"Sure."

"We'll explain rules when we get back. Someone needs a reminder anyway."

I groan. I have eleven boys living with me now.

Edited.