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The fucking blonde, long haired hick of alike he’d rolled around in shit all day long God, Re the one woman he had vowed to make his Reasons that were… justified He didn’t have to na ones, okay?
He knew all about Jaxon Kneas a little shit thief back in Gosnells, probably still a fucking thief No thief deserves a wo way Kneas also a little man-whore, probably still a littlethief, ulped back his beer as he sent the oblivious lares fro the sexy waitress in her tiny little white shorts h hinized It’d been six years since that night he’d found her at the swings He’d been keeping an eye on her since her loser "father" walked out on them Threw her mom a few hundred bills a week, told every Jackal owned store if Sara ca for a job to take her on without aher personally He’d sent a few guys over to scope her routine out, see if she was doing well Turned out she’d been spending an unnatural aht, when he was in the neighbourhood, he decided to see what she looked like He’d re her baby form as a kid Gave her attention when the adults were busy up until she was three and a half He reht of her as his little sister until the day it stopped abruptly When du the club, her father, all for a fucking nobody that everyone saw straight through Except her
Du down the street, looking for the townhouse she frequented when he saw her walk right out the door She was in non-existent pyja duckies on them or some shit; the top was so short and the shorts so low, he could see all of her crearown up
His second thought was, What the fuck is she doing out in Jack the Ripper-ville on her fucking own this late at night? Probably to do with that thief of a kid…
He followed her to the park where she sat on the swings, digging her bare feet into the sand Her head was down and her hair was splayed out all around her She looked lost in her own little world, so deep in thought she didn’t hear hi to be quiet He stopped a few feet behind her and just watched her Her little hands wrapped so tightly around each chain of the swing she was in She looked so fucking srowth in her body, she ured She was probably sixteen or close to it, and fuck she was beautiful No, beautiful wasn’t the right word She put beautiful to shaelic for her way
Sixteen, he thought Not yet legal He could wait two years What was seven hundred and thirty days to a patientfor a girl that left hi…
Except it did
Girl happened to be fourteen Hell to the no But aiting another two years on top of the other two years? Just fourteen hundred and sixty days… Epic fuck
But not even that fucking happened Re hard at the time He couldn’t abandon post to chase what his dick wanted And when shit finally cooled, she’d left fucking town Left him with a shit load of time to chase her up, and what a bitch that was Cueof the fucking Scorpion gang Shit was always red hot Never cool Never easy But, again, Remy was a patient ht at the swings, he had her in his rooo Not even Prez knew he had her…yet She wasn’t at the clubhouse She was in the bunker --his escape destination if shit hit the fan at the clubhouse No one was going to find her
"Are you going to letauburn eyes, red and puffy, seared his heart
"Not yet," he’d answered
"Why not?"
Because you’re mine "Because I said so" He was tempted to expand Make up so lame ass excuse that would be Honestly, what did she have to fear? Jaxon was second in command after Finley the douche And Jaxon wanted her until his last breath He’d have offered the sa her
Still The Scorpions were nasty when it came to women There was no possession in their little shitty honour code they abided by Every chick was a free for all The idea that Sara would have been put in the middle of that kind of fuelled testosterone made hiround until there was nothing but blood
Not that the Jackals were the marital, faithful type either, but they certainly never touched a brother’s goods No fucking way And although Re periods of time, he never entertained the notion of infidelity It wasn’t what he wanted, not after years of watching his et treated like shit by a father that rooted around like his dick was possessed
This woht now, she was it for him He just knew it Always knew it Even when he bedded his short flings, he knew it He was just waiting for ti life
She orth the wait
He spoke his words, bleeding honesty with her Fuck, he never spoke this gently to a soul in his life Not even Rita, that annoying little brat that had hiiving it all he had to get this girl To get her to believe he was as genuine as he sounded
It broke him how scared she was She knew damn hat happened to Brett He’d seen the fear in her eyes the second he brought it up at the bar She knew For a ive a fuck if she killed him herself Brett was a piece of shit that couldn’t be put on the straight and narrow Re He’d loved Brett, always had Always re brother It was hard looking at awhat he’d once been: an innocent boy who loved to ride bikes, swing on the h it up with his little brother when it was just the two of them