It's Hard Not to Hate - An Outlaw Love Story

Prologue.

"Jax. Hey Jax. Baby, wake up." Jax begrudgingly pealed an eye open, slid his hair from his face and gazed at the busty blonde lying next to him, her fake breasts bouncing inches from his face. He grimaced. His head was pounding and he tried to conjure up her name in his memory: Jenny, Julie, Jane? He honestly had no idea. His recollection of the entire night was mostly hazy. She was smiling at him, trying her best to be seductive as she practically begged for another go, but he wasn't in the mood. He was mostly a one and done type of guy, anyway. He rose from the bed, the sheet sliding down his exposed hips. Jax didn't even give her another look as he picked her discard black dress from his bedroom floor.

"Get out," Jax barked, tossing the dress at the naked woman still occupying his bed. He grabbed the half empty bottle of Jack from his dresser and took a big swing and he shuffled out the door and into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him, shaking the tiny house. Jax waited a while, leaning up against the counter and clutching the bottle tight in his bruised hand, waiting to make sure she did as she was told. If he wasn't in the mood for another quick fuck he certainly wasn't in the mood to have to tell this woman again to leave his home.

Moments later he heard the tapping of heels down the hallway, the front door opening and closing with a thud. Jax started the shower and stepped under the scalding water, washing away the remnants of another notch in his bedpost. Jax sighed, a heaviness settling in his heart, but he shook it off without paying much mind to it. It didn't mean anything; or so he tried to tell himself. He was Jackson fucking Teller after all. He had nothing to be sad about. He had a beautiful son. A brotherhood. He was VP of the Sons for fucks sake. And he was practically a god. Women through themselves at him. He fucked a new one basically ever night.

As far as he was concerned his life couldn't get any better. He had it all.