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on the
back of a motorcycle, holding onto Blaine. Something about the image just stuck
with Jessa. No matter how cold and callus he seemed to be, he really cared
about Janey.
    Then he asked Jessa to go for a
ride. They had that moment again … looking at each other, sly side smiles. Silent flirting. Such stupid stuff
considering Jessa ’ s best
friend had been standing right next to them. Jessa couldn ’ t resist Blaine ’ s offer then. So she got on the
back of the motorcycle. He hit the throttle and they took off down the road.
Jessa remembered her hands sliding around his body, hugging tighter as they
went faster. She hated the feeling. She hated that being that close to Blaine
was turning her on. Because of Meghan.
    When they stopped at a stop sign,
Jessa demanded to be taken back. She got so pissed at Blaine, accusing him of
going too fast and purposely trying to scare her. She remembered wanting to go
home. Meghan yelled at Blaine, calling him an irresponsible asshole. They got
into a huge fight because of it. Megahn threatened Blaine, saying that if he
ever killed her daughter, she ’ d
never forgive him.
    That was the worst to see. When
Meghan would casually remind Blaine that Janey wasn ’ t his. Janey ’ s
father was truly unknown. And Blaine had stepped into that role with love. And
it always got thrown in his face.
    Jessa caught herself squeezing even
tighter at Blaine right then as they rode through town. She wore his bucket
helmet and he didn ’ t wear a
helmet at all. She thought about how much he had to drink … two beers . So he wasn ’ t drunk or anything. The two
beers she drank, however, had more of an effect on her. She was buzzed. Her
mind spinning, stuck between all that had happened.
    When Blaine stopped his motorcycle,
they were outside a small  ranch style house. There was a driveway with a one
car garage. It looked like a normal house in a normal neighborhood. Definitely
not Blaine ’ s style. The
same could be said from the moment Jessa stepped into the house. It was a fully
furnished normal looking house. She expected whatever place Blaine called home
to be littered with beer bottles, pizza boxes, and naked women.
    “ You
live here? ” she asked.
    “ No, ” Blaine said. “ The people that live here are on
vacation. So I ’ m squatting
while they ’ re gone. ”
    Jessa gasped. “ What? ”
    “ I ’ m joking. Yes, this is my house.
I really don ’ t have much
use for it though. But I figure it ’ s
better than the clubhouse. Plus, we need to talk. Serious talk. ”
    Blaine pointed to the kitchen
table. Jessa took a seat. He walked to the cabinet and  opened it, taking out a
bottle of liquor.
    “ What
are you doing? ” Jessa
asked.
    Blaine twisted off the cap of the
whiskey and gave Jessa the bottle. “ Building
your confidence. ”
    Jessa touched the bottle. “ I …”
    “ Look,
you ’ re terrified right now.
That entire thing at the clubhouse? You were just trying to be strong. I saw
you wipe a tear from your eye, sweetheart. You need to talk. We have to figure
this out. I don ’ t want this
to end up on the table of my club. ”
    “ The
table? ”
    “ Where
we meet, Jessa. There ’ s
certain guys that are patched in that get to vote at the table. It ’ s how the MC works. Miller is
the President. Gaige is VP. I ’ m
number three. ”
    “ What
does that mean? ”
    “ That
means I get a lot of shit thrown at me. ”
    “ Like
you killing someone? ”
    “ Jesus
Christ, ” Blaine said. “ Let that go. Because if you can ’ t handle it, you ’ re dealing with the wrong
person. I have to find Vin and I have to kill him. ”
    Jessa felt her heart jump. Those
kind of phrases were usually idle threats, right? I ’ m so mad, I could kill
him. But looking at Blaine, she saw it in his eyes. He was a killer. Maybe
he was always a killer, but before he had a badge that maybe justified it. Now
he was an outlaw. He did whatever he wanted based around … the table