Nikole Morgan was born and raised in Charming, CA. She was far from your typical girl. Preferring to much rather get rough with the boys, ride motorcycles fix cars and shot guns, than wear mini skirts and try to see how many guys she could get. she...
"Remember what you promised." He said making me stop. He was right. I had promised to not interfere.
"Remember what I said Nikole." I looked back to my dad who was watching me but keeping an eye on Jax.
I watched as they swung at each other Jax catching my dad on the cheekbone, making him smirk. My dad smiled at Jax before knocking him on his ass with one hit. My dad backed up letting Jax get up, he turned his head spitting out blood. He swung again missing and coughing when my dad hit him roughly in the ribs. Before hitting him in the face again.
"Chibs, promise me if this gets bad you'll stop it?" I asked looking at him as I watched my dad and Jax go at it. Each hit that landed from either of them making me cringe.
"Aye lass, I got it." I looked next to me as Dean walked up next to Opie laughing his ass off and drinking. He was really enjoying the fact our dad was handing Jax his ass. Even though Jax had been getting hits in, it wasn't like my dad's their fist were flying and currently my dad had Jax in a headlock hitting him as Jax was hitting my dad in his ribs. They shoved away from each other and I gasped as Jax got one good hit on my dad knocking him to his knee. My dad laughed spitting blood out of his mouth as he stood up.
"Should've knocked me out shithead."
"Deacon, come on man you know how I feel about her."
"Still should have made sure I didn't find out because she had bled out, and you damn sure shouldn't have snuck around." He said hitting Jax several times.
Jax hit my dad but it seemed to not have an effect and my dad didn't stop til mister prince Charming was on his ass damn near ko'd. Chibs and Bobby called the fight and I watched my dad help Jax up. "Break her heart, I rip yours out." He said walking off. He grabbed his stuff from Chibs and walked away leaving me watching his retreating back before I darted to Jax who was sitting on the ground wiping his face. My dad had a busted lip and a cut on his bruising cheek from where Jax got him; my man on the other hand, he had the same as my dad but also a cut above his eyebrow, a black eye that was swelling. He looked like shit and I felt horrible. This was exactly why I didn't say anything to them.
"You ok?" I asked as I helped him up.
"I'll be ok." He responded putting his arm around me. I tensed as Dean walked up tossing his drink back.
"We get home that's going to look like a paper cut." He said threatening Jax
"If that's what it takes for you to see how much I love her so be it." Jax spat angrily getting in his face. I got between them shoving them both apart.
"No!, not here, not now. Enough alright, we got bigger issues than your petty bullshit." I said grabbing Jax's hand and walking off. I hadn't realized I still had on Jax's cut until he grabbed it making me stop. We looked up and I saw a priest and knew it could only be the person we were looking for.
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"Jax Teller." He said reaching his hand out
"Jackson, Father Kellan." He said shaking his hand. He looked at a shirtless, sweaty and bloody Jax. "Better clean up, Sean will make sure you make it to St. Matt's in one piece, we can talk there." I glanced at Jax as he handed me his stuff.
"Okay." He responded before he looked down at me and placed a hand on my back.
"Sure?" I questioned.
"Yeah I got it babe." He said kissing me softly before turning me over to Opie.
I didn't really feel like being alone. Still rocking Jax's cut I walkedout of the room and to the room my dad was staying in, we really needed totalk. Not just about Jax but I wanted to check on him too. I opened the doorbefore gasping and quickly shutting it while swallowing the bile that wascoming up my throat. My dad was lying in his bed but he damn sure wasn't alone.I n one hand he had a bottle and a cigarette and the other hand rested on theback of some croweater head. I shook my head wishing I could bleach my eyes andwalked back to the room Jax and I had.
