Strays

I Want...

Chapter Four

Jaycee

I'm vibing out to Tourniquet by Marilyn Manson ( teehee ) when Jax rudely pulls the bud out of my left ear. " Oww, what the fuck, Jax? " 

" Sorry, but I've been calling you for ten minutes. You know you can't have both in any way. You trying to get docked? " He asks like the asshole he is.  

Glaring at him I say, " I've gotten the majority of the work we fell behind on all caught up. You could let it slide. " I sass while rummaging around in the fridge.  

Finding a prickly pear soda I grin and pop the top off. I love this stuff. There's honestly no soda that tastes anything like it. 

" I was calling because I need a favor. " He says leaning against the counter.

I laugh. " Good luck with that. " 

" Come on Jayce. " He says sounding desperate. 

I shake my head begrudgingly. " I specifically remember telling you, no more favors. Not after the way things went down after the last one. " 

" I know you've felt the brunt of my wrath the last year... " He says slowly. " But everything I've done, it's because I care. " 

Riigghhtt. " YOU care? Give me a break, Jax. Your " wrath " was unjustified and I don't give a damn what your reasons were. I promised you, that if I'm not happy, you're not happy. No favors. " 

I then turn on my heels and head out of the kitchen area.

" It's, Tully... " He says making me stop in my tracks. 

Of course, it is. The one subject that can make me listen to him at this point. After meeting the shot caller I can't help but admit that I think of him from time to time. I think intrigued is the right word for what I feel about the skinhead.

" What does he have to do with anything? " I ask not turning to look at him.

" I need you to meet with him. " 

Meet with him? Why on earth would that even be an option?

" And why would he want that? " I ask in confusion. " You meet with him every week. " 

He shrugs. " He's asking specifically for you. That's all I know. " 

" Let me guess, he told you we talked? He's using you and the deal you're trying to make, to get to me. " I say knowing damned well I'm right.

He doesn't say anything but the look on his face is enough of an answer. 

Wow. " You'd really sell me out like that? " 

" You know I wouldn't ask this of you if it wasn't important. It's for Tara. " He whispers sadly. 

I don't know how much longer I'm going to allow him to put me in this position by guilting me. " Fine. But after this, you're going to leave me the fuck alone. Your wrath where I'm concerned is finished. " 

He doesn't need to know that I'm going up there willingly either way. If it gets him off of my back, the lie is worth it.

" Deal. " He says before pulling me into a hug. " I've missed you Jayce. " 

I roll my eyes. He isn't out of the dog house with me by a long shot. At least I don't have to worry about any sneak attacks now. He's the king of those. 

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After dinner with the guys, I feel super exhausted. The guys were all appreciative that I got the workload down so they bbq'ed to give us women a break. Going into the bunk area I lay down on my bed and try to get some solid hours of sleep in for the work already piled up for tomorrow. I almost drift off when my phone blares making me jump up.