Cry's Of Hell: Book One to the Cry's Of Hell Series

Here We Go Again (8)

That night, I got to the bar a bit late because of traffic, therefore I got there at 5:30. When I walked in, I had changed my entire outfit to some black shorts, the same Cry's of Hell tank top, longer leather black boots, a belt with a cross on it, and my hair straight down.

Every man in there stared when I walked in, I went over to my guys and they all smiled.

"Damn Kyana, going sexy are we?" Blake laughed as he hit the solid red.

"Shut up," I chuckled, "like you care."

"I don't, that's the thing." He said handing the stick to Chris.

"You need to calm down a bit Ky," He said hitting the same solid red into the hole, "We don't see you like this every day."

"Well, I have a surprise for you guys." I said referring to the Sons.

"And that is?" James asked.

"It's a surprise, and it's not a nice one either."

"Damn," Tyler said walking in front of me, "It's a bad surprise?"

"Yes," I laughed, "you guys will either kill it when it gets here or kill me."

"Ah shit." Clay said as he hit the eight ball and the solid white into the hole.

"Damn, you suck." George and Jack said laughing at him.

"Shut up," He said, "I was going for the solid purple."

"Dude, you would of never hit it anyways." Tyler laughed along.

"So, when is that surprise gonna get here?" Blake asked.

"Sometime." I said.

About thirty minutes of waiting for the Sons to get there, they all walked in with their signature Sons of Anarchy leather jackets and under that their Redwood Original vests.

My guys didn't recognize them when they walked in, until Jax came over and slammed his hand on the pool table.

"Room for one more?" He asked as he smiled at Hunter.

"Damn, Ky was right." Blake said looking at Chibs, a man by the name Happy, and Jax in the eyes.

"We can all get along here," Chibs said walking toward the pool table, "unless you want this to end bloody."

"Nah, I'd rather play this game of pool." Blake laughed.

I watched all of them as they were actually getting along when Tyler walked over to me, "What's this about?"

"Nothing, just wanting our guys to get along with the Sons for once." As I said that, Jax walked over with his head tilted up, looking at Tyler as he gave him a "tough" look.

"Tyler."

"Jax."

"Good to see you not dead."

"Same to you."

"Don't act like you like me all of the sudden now that Kyana's around." Jax smirked and gave Tyler an evil stare.

"I'm not acting like I like you, because we all know what happened last time."

That's when Tyler pushed Jax and Jax pushed Tyler, all I could do was sit there and watch it happen. If I got into it, I would end up with a new scar over my eye. Tyler then punched Jax four times in the mouth, eye, temple and neck as Jax put his hands up and spoke.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, the pool balls stopped clashing, the laughter of men stopped, and they all looked at Tyler and Jax, President and Vice President. The Sons looked at Tyler while our Cry's stood right behind them.

"Tyler, I don't want to fight."

"But I do!" He said kicking Jax in the knee cap as Jax fell to the floor, Jax got back up and swung five hard punches at Tyler's face. Jax's face was bleeding with blood dripping from his mouth and the top of eye. The Sons didn't react, they just stood there watching Jax fall to the ground and Tyler with his fist, bloody and bright red.

"Ok, both of you! Enough!" I yelled as I pushed Tyler away from Jax and helped Jax off the ground.

"It was just getting started babe." Tyler smirked at Jax.

"Jax, go outside, Tyler," I sighed, "I'll deal with you later."

Jax limped his way out of the bar and when I was getting ready to walk out, The Sons and my Cry's went back to playing pool while Tyler and Zak were talking to each other glancing the way me and Jax were walking out.

When we made it outside, I looked at Jax sternly, "Jax, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said lifting his pant leg, revealing blood dripping down it.

"How did his foot cause that?"

"I don't know." He moaned and out his pant leg back down. I looked at his face and there was something wrong with it, the punches looked more like cuts from a knife.

"Jax, did you see a knife in his hand."

"Yeah, but I'm fine. My face will heal, I've been through worse."

"Jax," I sighed again, "Why do you continue things, then end it on a hard note?"

"I don't, it was Tyler. I'm telling you Ky, I don't want you to get hurt. I know we're not..." I stopped him and kissed him long and hard on the lips. When I let go, I looked at him.

"Jax, I'm going to be fine with Tyler. He hasn't hurt me, and I know he won't."

"He hasn't hurt you yet Kyana, I want to be with you more then life itself but if you're with Tyler-"

"Jax, I want to be with you too, but I need to be with Tyler. I'm gonna have to be with him, I don't know how me and you would work out; and technically, we're supposed to hate each other. I'm supposed to want to kill you."

"Then let's combine our Clubs together."

"No. Jax. It doesn't work like that, I'm keeping a traditional Club going, I refuse to bring another gang in our lives. I'm sorry Jax."

"I understand Ky." He said holding my waist as he pulled me closer.

"Jax."

"Shh, Kyana. I love you. I want you to be happy. That's all I've ever wanted. And if Tyler is making you happy," He said kissing me, "then that's what I want for you."

"Thank you," I said moving out of his arms, "let's go back in."

When we got back inside, our guys went back to the pool game and Tyler was on the bar drinking a shot of Tequila.

I walked over and looked at him in the eyes, "Tyler. We need to talk."

"Alright babe," He said walking toward the way me and Jax just came from, "let's go talk."