Blue Angel

We Need To Talk

The loud crack of the wooden gavel connecting with the table beneath it echoed through the room as the sound of chairs sliding across the hardwood floor mixed with it. Jax's blood was still boiling from the earlier confrontation with Scarlet; he wasn't by any means happy about the bullshit she pulled, especially going to take a guy out without his knowledge. He didn't know what kind of upbringing this chick had but it sure as hell wasn't about to go down like that on his fuckin' watch. He felt protective of Scarlet, mostly as a family and possibly more that he wasn't willing to express. The chick hadn't even been around two weeks and already he had a bloody, dismembered body sitting out in the lot in the van.

Exiting the room after every other member had filtered out, Jax's now dark, angry eyes darted around the room wanting nothing more to locate Scarlet. This shit was not the way it worked around here, brother's kid or not, shit ran a certain way. It didn't include women running off to do the shit that could get them killed. Not on his watch. He made a silent promise to his fallen brother, Otto, that he would watch over the young woman that entered his kingdom only weeks ago. Jax planned on keeping that promise.

"Baby.." The sound of his mother's voice caused his head to jerk around, landing his gaze on the middle aged woman. He hoped she had done as he asked and made sure Scarlet got herself cleaned the fuck up and the solemn look in her eyes told him she had.

"Scarlet is in the apartment. You gonna talk to her, sweetheart?" Of course Gemma was asking out of concern and worry but also just to be nosey. The matriarch seemed to think that club business and every other business her son was involved in should be her knowing.

"Yeah, I'm gonna talk to her. Find out what the hell she was tryin' to pull and make sure this shit don't happen again." His voice rose a few octaves as he spoke. The look his mother's eyes now showed was one he was beginning to get used to. It was the look that showed his mother's disapproval telling him in silence 'Do not bed this one Jackson'. He had no intentions of fucking Otto's daughter, but he did plan on putting her in his place, even if he did find the idea of what she had previously accomplished making him hard as fuck. That shit would get rectified between the plump lips of a blond later.

"Okay baby, just go easy on her. She is family." Brushing a kiss along her son's coarse whiskers the matriarch stepped away, sashaying her hips down the hall and out towards the main do. As he tore his eyes away he caught Tig tilting his head to the side, watching his mother's ass sway. If Jax didn't know any better he could have swore Tig had drool coming out one corner of his mouth.

Tugging his leather kutte into place, Jax strutted his way down the opposite hall from the one Gemma had just exited. He wasn't really prepared for what he was going to say to Scarlet. After all, what right did he have to tell her shit. She only just found out about the club in all it's entirety; she had been on her own from what he understood for much longer than he cared to think about. Jax had experienced the protective, overbearing side of himself many times with women in his live but for one reason or another Scarlet was becoming an exception to that damn rule. And he knew better than to follow that side. It landed him in trouble. Balls deep in trouble.

His scarred knuckles rapped on the old wooden door to the apartment where he tended to lay his head night after night. He hadn't gone home to the house he shared with his other wives, not since Tara's death had he been back there. If it wasn't for Gemma coaxing him to keep the place he would have drove a for sale sign on the front lawn long ago. The place was nothing but a shit magnet; overdosing junkie almost killing herself and his kid and the woman he loved since he was sixteen getting murdered only a year ago. Those memories were still all too fresh, of both the women in his past life. He slowly inhaled, taking a cleansing breath to force the memories from the front of his mind to store them in the deepest part of it once again.

Scrubbing his hand down over his whiskers, Jax released a heavy sigh as he waited for Scarlet to answer the door. His brawny body turned as the door opened, coming face to face with the woman that had barged into the lives and was turning shit inside out even if it wasn't her intention. Brushing past the smaller woman, Jax moved into the room, pushing the door closed behind him. As hard as his teeth clenched from the anger that had previously built up, he managed to keep that shit contained. At least for the time being. In his deep, authoritative voice he spoke his first words to Scarlet since seeing another man's blood staining her clothes.

"Darlin', we need to talk..."