Fresh Start (jax teller)

Chapter 22

I arrived at San Joaquin airport. It was a small airport so it was easy to spot Jax, specially since he was outside of his car having a smoke.

"Jax thank you so much for coming." I said and gave him a hug.

"No problem, where's your bags?"

"I didn't take any, I know it's kind of stupid." We hopped inside the black car. To my surprise, he opened the door for me.

"Wow, chivalrous and tattoos, what more can a girl ask for."

"I'm all about the service darling." He said with his smirk.

"How was your trip? Find what you were looking for?"

"I did actually... I couldn't help but to overhear your fight before you left, sorry."

"Im sorry. Told her someone would hear."

"If you ever need any friendly advice I think I could be of help. Well I think so, maybe not actually, you've seen my taste in men."

"Crazy stalkers and billionaires"

"Don't forget bikers." After I said that he just smiled and nodded his head. I also smiled since this was my first time being really forward with him. Shortly after, he received a phone call.

"Yeah. Oh shit. I'm on my way." Then he clicked.

"Everything okay?"

"No. One of ours got hurt, he needs medical attention."

"Gunshot?"

"Yea"

"I'm not a surgeon but I think I can be of assistance."

"Thank you. The club will appreciate it." We drove to the clubhouse.

As soon as I got out, I saw Gemma there.

"Gemma"

"I'm guessing Tara couldn't make it" she said.

"I guess so"

"In here, come on" She said and I followed. We went to a room and I see one of them has a gunshot on his shoulder, but he looked completely fine.

"Happy this is Marilyn, she's a doctor. You're in good hands." I looked at Gemma when she said that.

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"Yes." They pulled out a first aid with everything I needed.

"Wow. I'm surprised"

"It's Tara's, everything should be in there." I proceeded to start getting everything before I can actually start removing the fragments. They close the door so it was just me, Happy, and another member which I can't remember the name.

"Does this hurt you at all?" I asked him curious.

"No." He said firmly.

"He's a strong lad, never complains. I'm Chibs, I think we've met before."

"I believe we have, I'm Marilyn."

"Doctor?"

"Doctor Flores."

"Flores?"

"Yes."

"Are you related to Diego Flores?" After he said that I stopped what I was doing and stared at him.

"Holy shite" he said, "is he your brother?"

"How do you know him?"

"The whole club knows him. Finish up, we'll keep you up to speed. I've got to talk to the others." He said and left. I could not believe he knew my brother.