I woke up the next morning in Matt's arms. It felt so nice that we didn't have to sneak with our relationship anymore. I could easily lay there for hours but knew that I had to go and face the world again. We had a lot to do today.
I was just going to crawl out from the bed when Matt's grip around me tightened. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Getting out of bed", I said.
"Why so early?" he asked.
"Because I have stuff to do", I said.
"Like what?"
"Like talking to all our gun contacts about that we'll quit", I said.
"Seems fun", he mumbled.
"Couldn't be more excited", I said with sarcasm. "What will you do?"
"Jimmy wanted to eat dinner if that's alright with you", he said.
"Are you asking me if you have permission to meet him or do you want me to join the two of you?" I asked.
"I want you to join us", he smiled.
"Okay", I said and went up from the bed.
I got dressed in black skinny jeans and a wine red t-shirt and then my west over it.
"Do you have to go?" Matt asked.
"Yes, text me where to meet you guys and I'll see you later", I said and kissed him.
"I love you", he said and turned around and fell back to sleep.
I remembered that I hadn't done my make-up yet so I went to the bathroom and fixed that before I went out to the bar. Bobby and Michael sat at a table and talked.
"Jac! Finally! We have arranged a meeting with the club from Nevada, we're meeting them in an hour so we have to go", Michael said.
"Do they know why we want to meet them?" I asked.
"Nope, so this will be really interesting", Bobby said.
"Well let's get it over with then", I said and we went out to our motorcycles.
It took us almost an hour to get to the place where we would meet the other club in the middle of the dessert.
There stood five guys there waiting for us.
"Bob, you're late", one of the guys said.
"Yeah I'm sorry Chris", he said.
"So what are we here to discuss? You need more guns?" Chris said.
"No actually, we're gonna quit with the gun business", Bobby said.
"No you're not", Chris said.
"Excuse me?" Michael said.
"Do you know how much money we will lose if you don't pay us for the delivery?" Chris said. "We can't step away from that."
"We'll give you the names of everyone we sell the guns we get from you guys so you can still sell as much as you do now", Bobby said.
"We can't work like that. It's way too risky", Chris said. "It's such a bigger chance that the cops will get to us if we don't have someone who sells between us."
"Well that's not our problem anymore", I said.
"Yes it is", another guy said.
"How the fuck can that be our problem?" I asked.
"Because we can always go to the cops and leave a tip on where you have all your guns", Chris said.
"Do that and I'll kill you", I said.
"Not if we kill you first", the third guy said who suddenly stood behind me.
He put his arm around my shoulders so I was pressed back towards his chest and he held a knife against my throat. I could feel how the blade was slowly breaking through my skin and blood starting to run down from it.
I looked at Bobby with panic in my eyes, he had to do something.
"Wait. If we'll find someone else who will sell your stuff?" Bobby said.
"Tom, let the girl go", Chris said and the guy let me go.
I took five steps away from the guy while giving him death glares. I touched my throat to see if I really was bleeding and I was, it was starting to stain my shirt.
"You have one week Bob, and make sure to find someone in that week", Chris said.
"Same place same time?" Bobby asked.
"Same place same time", Chris said.
We went back to our bikes and I picked up my phone and texted Matt to bring me another shirt to the restaurant.
"Jac you should go to the hospital and get that fixed", Michael said.
"No I have to meet Matt and Jimmy in 40 minutes so I don't have the time", I said. "It'll stop bleeding soon."
"Put this around your neck", Bobby said and ripped away a bit of his shirt so I could wrap it around my neck.
"Thanks uncle Bobby", I said.
"Well let's head back to town", Michael said.
We drove the hour long ride back to town and I went straight to the restaurant where Matt, Jimmy and Brian waited for me. Matt went out and met me, he probably heard the sound from my motorcycle.
"What the hell happened to your shirt?" he asked.
"It got a little heated at the meeting with the other club", I said and pointed on the piece of Bobby's shirt that was wrapped around my neck.
"What did they do to you?" he asked and looked really worried.
"It's nothing. It has probably stopped bleeding now anyway", I said.
"I don't think it had Jaclyn because it's bleeding through whatever it is that you have around your neck", he said.
"It's nothing", I said again. "Did you bring a shirt?"
"Yeah here", he said and handed me a grey t-shirt. "Go change and I'll wait at our table."
"Thanks babe", I said and kissed his cheek.
I went to the toilet in the restaurant and changed my shirt. My old one was probably ruined forever by all the blood so I just threw it in the trash.
