protection of the club and your family won’t touch you.” Jersey looks down at her hands before Creed reaches in and lifts her chin. My blood boils as I watch his hand on her face. I want to snap that fucker’s wrist right now and I have no fucking idea why.
“You’re safe here. As scary as that son of a bitch right there is, he feels somethin’ or you wouldn’t be here. Look at him, he wants to snap my God damn neck right now.” He thought he was talking quietly but I heard every word he just said.
Jersey turns her face to look at me as the muscles in my jaw clench. He is right though; I want to kick his ass right now.
“Are you sure they can’t get to me?” Turning back to Creed, he nods his head.
“No one can get to you without goin’ through us.” His tone has calmed as he talks to her now. It seems to be what she needs though. I can’t do it. I feel like I’m about to explode.
“Get your ass out here in ten minutes!” Creed snaps at me before turning and leaving the room. Jersey and I stand in an awkward silence as I let this play out in my head. No matter which way I play it, it ends badly.
“I’m sorry I’m making this hard for you.” Looking up I see Jersey’s blue eyes saddened. I don’t like that look on her.
“The only thing you’re makin’ hard is my dick. Everything else is on me.” Scrubbing my hand over my face I see the little smile cross hers. At least I made her smile once.
“I mean it though. You wouldn’t have to deal with any of this if it wasn’t for me.” Jersey looks down again digging in her jean pocket. I set my bottle down and snuff out my cigarette before moving towards her.
Her hand comes up with my patch in it again. Taking it in my hand I flip it over in my hands as I think this over. She’ll be safe. She will be out of harm’s way, no one buying her. That has to make it worth it right?
Reaching for her hand I slide my name patch back into it.
“Creed’s right, darlin’. Hold onto this a little longer for me, yeah?” Nodding her head, I close her hand around the patch once more.
“God damn it. Let’s go get fuckin’ married.”
Chapter 20
The guys are laughing as the gir l’ s fuss over Jersey. She seems to be attaching to Cher the easiest. I can see why though. Cher is a sweetheart and a good person.
I sit at the bar with a line of shot glasses in front of me. What better way to celebrate your fucking marriage than to get wasted.
“You gotta get her a ring brother.” Whipping my head to the side I look at Piper like he’s lost his mind. I see that look in his eyes, the old bastard is enjoying this shit.
“The fuck? This ain’t no long term thing Piper. She don’t need a God damn ring.” Piper chuckles as I throw back another shot. Piper is one of the older brothers here. He’s a good guy with a heart of gold. He’s good with the younger kids and even tutored Bella when she came back.
“You know I’m the wise one yeah? That girl isn’t goin’ anywhere. Get her a ring.” Chuckling I grab the next glass and tip it up.
“You’re crazy as hell brother. That girl ain’t but 20 years old.” Piper looks over at Jersey before looking back at me.
“Yeah, I can see that. You’re old as shit too. That doesn’t mean a thing. You could put a hundred people in a room but the one that holds your soul will find you no matter what. Souls don’t look at age or race. Souls only look for each other.” Piper stands and walks away as I glance over at Jersey.
Is that what she is? Is she the other part of me, of my soul?
I watch as she smiles a little smile at the girls before it falls and her eyes drift to mine. I can’t pull them away from her either. Our eyes are connected and a fire burns between us. No words are needed.
Jersey smiles slightly at me before Bella bounces over to her. I watch as they talk. Bella is so animated. Her smile tells it all, she’s happy to see the girl she knew
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