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would keep trying to get Ruby into his bed.
One night with Ruby and all of Jax’s instincts had gone straight to possession central. She was the drug in his blood he couldn’t shake. No amount of abstinence was going to clear his system. No prescription for another drug would do the trick. He wanted her, now and forever.
Up ahead, she looked back over her shoulder and caught Jax staring at her. Her eyes narrowed and she mouthed something he couldn’t read. Probably another threat to stay away, go home, leave her be.
Not happening .
Tweaking his big body sideways, he sidestepped a couple making out against the back wall. Ruby stopped in front of a door with two security guards in front of it. Both men were Jaxon’s size, wearing navy blue suits and sunglasses.
Ruby said something to one of them and the guy shook his head, motioned for her to get lost.
Ruby being Ruby, no wasn’t in her vocabulary. Turning up the wattage, she smiled seductively at the guard and Jax stopped, hiking himself up against the wall to watch.
Her red lips moved and she gave the guard a pout with a little exaggerated hip jut. Nothing about the man’s demeanor changed overtly, but Jax saw it anyway. The way he paused, hesitated, for a fraction of a second.
Ruby raised her hand and ran a finger along the suit’s collar, slow, seductive, as she spoke to him.
The man caught her wrist and leaned down to bark something in her face.
Time to stop this before she gets into real trouble .
Jax had just stepped forward when the crack of a gun echoed through the club.
Bam, bam, bam!
The music came to an abrupt stop. Screams ripped through the club, echoing off the high ceiling. People ran; shoving, tripping, jumping over others.
In the commotion, Jax lost sight of Ruby.
R EFLEXES W ERE A N amazing thing. At the sound of gunfire, Ruby ducked.
As he drew his weapon, the guard knocked her backward, out of his way. Her right ankle went sideways and she tumbled into a couple passing right behind her.
In their panic, they tripped her. She hit the floor hard, a grunt escaping her lips from the impact and sharp pains shooting from her palms up into her wrists. Hands and feet pummeled her as people ran past her, over her. The air was knocked out of her lungs, one of her shoes was knocked off her foot, and something heavy hit her in the back of the head.
In her peripheral vision, she saw the door open, a host of booted feet stampeding out of Little Gus’ private party.
Who had fired the shots? Had anyone been hurt?
She curled up, making herself as small as possible and tried to scoot to the wall. Above the din of frightened, hysterical club goers, she heard Jaxon yelling her name.
“Ruby!”
Bam, bam, bam . More gunfire. Fresh screams and stampeding feet reverberated around her. Half of the lights suddenly went out.
A return pop, pop, pop mimicked the earlier gun rhythm. A second shooter returning fire?
While her body tried to hide, her brain analyzed. Gang related? Or something else?
In the dark, a hard shoe connected with Ruby’s ribcage. The air flew out of her lungs, and she curled tighter, rolling to her right.
Where is that damn wall?
She had to get her back to it, find cover.
“Ruby!”
Jax’s voice broke through the chaos like a bell, a beacon in the maelstrom.
“Here!” she yelled, finally touching the sweet, cool solidness of the wall and sitting up against it. Raising one hand above her head, she waved it for all she was worth as legs blurred past her in the darkness. “I’m here, Jax!”
The shooting had come from her left, from the second private suite. Not the one Little Gus had been in. At least she thought that’s where it had originated—the acoustics in the club resonated to accentuate the music, causing sound to play tricks on the ears.
For a half a second, she thought she caught sight of Jax, fighting upstream against the onslaught of the crowd, a wave of arms and legs surging toward the stairs.
Ruby’s
One night with Ruby and all of Jax’s instincts had gone straight to possession central. She was the drug in his blood he couldn’t shake. No amount of abstinence was going to clear his system. No prescription for another drug would do the trick. He wanted her, now and forever.
Up ahead, she looked back over her shoulder and caught Jax staring at her. Her eyes narrowed and she mouthed something he couldn’t read. Probably another threat to stay away, go home, leave her be.
Not happening .
Tweaking his big body sideways, he sidestepped a couple making out against the back wall. Ruby stopped in front of a door with two security guards in front of it. Both men were Jaxon’s size, wearing navy blue suits and sunglasses.
Ruby said something to one of them and the guy shook his head, motioned for her to get lost.
Ruby being Ruby, no wasn’t in her vocabulary. Turning up the wattage, she smiled seductively at the guard and Jax stopped, hiking himself up against the wall to watch.
Her red lips moved and she gave the guard a pout with a little exaggerated hip jut. Nothing about the man’s demeanor changed overtly, but Jax saw it anyway. The way he paused, hesitated, for a fraction of a second.
Ruby raised her hand and ran a finger along the suit’s collar, slow, seductive, as she spoke to him.
The man caught her wrist and leaned down to bark something in her face.
Time to stop this before she gets into real trouble .
Jax had just stepped forward when the crack of a gun echoed through the club.
Bam, bam, bam!
The music came to an abrupt stop. Screams ripped through the club, echoing off the high ceiling. People ran; shoving, tripping, jumping over others.
In the commotion, Jax lost sight of Ruby.
R EFLEXES W ERE A N amazing thing. At the sound of gunfire, Ruby ducked.
As he drew his weapon, the guard knocked her backward, out of his way. Her right ankle went sideways and she tumbled into a couple passing right behind her.
In their panic, they tripped her. She hit the floor hard, a grunt escaping her lips from the impact and sharp pains shooting from her palms up into her wrists. Hands and feet pummeled her as people ran past her, over her. The air was knocked out of her lungs, one of her shoes was knocked off her foot, and something heavy hit her in the back of the head.
In her peripheral vision, she saw the door open, a host of booted feet stampeding out of Little Gus’ private party.
Who had fired the shots? Had anyone been hurt?
She curled up, making herself as small as possible and tried to scoot to the wall. Above the din of frightened, hysterical club goers, she heard Jaxon yelling her name.
“Ruby!”
Bam, bam, bam . More gunfire. Fresh screams and stampeding feet reverberated around her. Half of the lights suddenly went out.
A return pop, pop, pop mimicked the earlier gun rhythm. A second shooter returning fire?
While her body tried to hide, her brain analyzed. Gang related? Or something else?
In the dark, a hard shoe connected with Ruby’s ribcage. The air flew out of her lungs, and she curled tighter, rolling to her right.
Where is that damn wall?
She had to get her back to it, find cover.
“Ruby!”
Jax’s voice broke through the chaos like a bell, a beacon in the maelstrom.
“Here!” she yelled, finally touching the sweet, cool solidness of the wall and sitting up against it. Raising one hand above her head, she waved it for all she was worth as legs blurred past her in the darkness. “I’m here, Jax!”
The shooting had come from her left, from the second private suite. Not the one Little Gus had been in. At least she thought that’s where it had originated—the acoustics in the club resonated to accentuate the music, causing sound to play tricks on the ears.
For a half a second, she thought she caught sight of Jax, fighting upstream against the onslaught of the crowd, a wave of arms and legs surging toward the stairs.
Ruby’s
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