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"Be in trouble with Marcus," Jax finishes hollowly

"How do you know about Marcus?" She grazes her thu ashes across the ground

"Wefor you" He flexes his injured fingers "He said you owe him a thousand dollars and to remind you he isn’t a very patient man"

"See, this is why I need your help" She scratches at the back of her neck "Tiet why you think I can help you, though" He shakes his head in annoyance "I don’t have a thousand fucking dollars I spent everything I did have saved up on this goddamn trip"

"You have nohim over "Like zero dollars?

"Nope I’ her this, that he honestly can’t give her "

"Then how are you getting hoas…" She sticks out her hand to him "Gimme some of that"

Is this woht a rooster ho in front ofs my lips when she directs her attention to me

Her eyes narrow to slits and places her hands on her hips "And you are?"

"Jax’s girlfriend and the person who’s not going to give you the gasfroht to speak to"I’ll speak to you any way I like I don’t know you"

"And yet you judge me," she retorts with disdain

"It’s kind of hard not to when you’ve made it pretty clear you’re the shittiest round and stalks toward me "You little--"

Jax pushes her, and she trips into the door "Don’t fucking put a hand on her," he warns

"Don’t talk towith rage as she works to regain her balance

"Maybe by blood," Jax replies, sounding calree, but then decides against it and snaps her jaw shut Then she fishes a pack of cigarettes frohts up another one "You really don’t have any money?"