Authors: R.J. Lewis
“I’m sorry,” he said, remorse thick in his voice. “I lost my mind just now and…” And was a piece of shit for it.
She shook her head. “You stopped. That’s all that matters.”
“I didn’t want to stop.”
“I know. I didn’t want you to stop either, but…” She exhaled hesitantly, looking nervously down at her knotted fingers.
“But what, Sara?”
“I don’t think I can do this with you, Remy,” her voice broke. She quickly wiped away her tears. “I hate seeing you like this. This was coming, I knew it was. Lucinda warned me a man can only wait so long–”
“I’d wait another eleven years for you,” he interrupted unequivocally. “I don’t care how long. I just want you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. What happened now, that was a moment of weakness combined with alcohol and other… stressful shit. I won’t let it happen again. Just… Just be patient with me, Sara. Alright?” Begging like a pussy-whipped–
Yeah, I’m a pussy-whipped fool,
he thought.
I don’t even care anymore.
“After all the patience you’ve shown me, you deserve it right back and more,” she told him. “I just don’t know…”
“Don’t know what?”
She stared at him with saddened eyes. “I don’t understand what it is about me that you want so much, Remy.”
“You.”
“But why?”
What did she mean
why
? He just did. She was the one constant in his life. She’d always been the girl that depended on him and didn’t know it. She’d given him purpose – to look out for someone when everything around him collapsed. And then suddenly he’d wanted her to know it and he wanted her to feel it – that dependency. Maybe it was to feel important to someone, or maybe it was him latching onto one good thing after the shit he went through. Regardless, it manifested into love, and the way he felt for her was unconditional.
“I just do,” he answered.
She nodded but said nothing else.
He moved up the bed and took her into his arms. He was sure she could hear the violent thumping of his heart; this was the reaction she gave him every time she was near. For once he didn’t care about hiding it. He wanted her to know he was hers. She needed to see how in love he was with her. If she knew then maybe… just maybe she’d move on from
him
once and for all.
Well, nothing could fucking suck more.
He was the lowest of the low.
What were the fucking chances
she
would be here tonight? And to fucking boot, she’d caught him in a situation he wouldn’t have been able to defend against no matter how hard he tried.
Even though he hadn’t done shit. Not since her anyway. He’d kissed the woman, went to push her away from his pants, and then found Sara standing there. Fucking lovely.
Fucking Finley was always watching him, always throwing women in his face and waiting for him to act like he did long before she’d resurfaced. The more he did it, the more he hated him. Finley was a poison that latched onto everything in its wake. He was cunning, manipulative, and self-serving in every way. If Jaxon didn’t start stepping it up again, Finley would take matters into his own hands. And the last thing Jaxon wanted was Sara targeted because of a psychotic prick who wanted to control every living thing around him.
It made sense to him. If she was out of the picture, Jaxon would be straight back on the bandwagon as before. He’d been suspecting for a long while that he’d been the one to send out the killer as a means to rid Jaxon of his distraction and sudden moral dilemma. Before she’d come along, he’d been ruthless. Now… now not so much.
He stood up and left the empty room he had pretended to be reserved in. He ambled down the hallway of the bar, over passed out bodies and half naked women. He felt numb… and pathetic. How had he been tricked into this disgusting lifestyle? How could he have allowed himself to get so desperate?
Now he was just another chess piece in Finley’s well-orchestrated life. And he’d just reached his limit.
He stood outside and stared at the spot she’d stood in, holding
him
. She’d been crying. He couldn’t remove the image from his mind, and as much as he wanted to tell her what she saw was wrong that moment, he couldn’t do it without Remy blowing up to pieces. He’d tried hard lately to convey to Finley that she’d been forgotten, a blow up from Remy would have fucked it all up.
God, she went home with him. That fucking obsessive lunatic! Had they… Had they fucked? Jaxon gulped and shut his eyes. God, he hoped not. She better not have. Fuck, if she did… He took in a shaky breath as his eyes raked the spot once more. If she did? With
him
? After all he’d done to Jaxon? He wouldn’t be able to look at her the same again.
He heard the door open behind him.
“You alright, bro?” asked Damien.
“No,” answered Jaxon, feeling like his throat was on fucking fire. “I can’t do this anymore, man. I want out of this fucking club, out of this lifestyle…”
“You got one man standing in the way of that.”
“And he’s got everyone wrapped around his little finger.”
“No,” Damien disagreed. “He doesn’t.”
Jaxon looked at him blankly. “What do you mean?”
“Derek and Mark are in there saying he was talkin’ to the Jackal Prez about under the table bribes. They didn’t think they were being listened to. Apparently Manny’s been pocketing money from the mafia out east.”
“Why?”
“Using his trucks to transport their weapons.”
“And the club doesn’t know about this?”
Damien shook his head and smirked. “Apparently not.”
“And why the fuck was he telling Finley this?”
“Finley’s got connections to more organized crime bosses than the Prez. He wants to bring him into the loop to get the names across and offer the same business deal. Finley, being the businessman that he is–”
“Un-fucking-believable.”
“Yeah, man. The word’s spreading and everyone’s on the down low. Don’t want him to know we know, you know? Shit, that was confusing…”
Jaxon sighed and gave his good friend a hard pat on the back. “Tell everyone to keep an eye out then. We may very well find a way to bury these fuckers.”
Then he sent a text to his trustworthy informant.
Shit is brewing and I’m going to need you.
*****
One look.
That’s all it took and Jaxon was being motioned over to where the calm and collected man sat in the corner of the prison yard.
Finley.
He was the leader of the most feared gang there. At least fifteen of his men surrounded him, eyeing Jaxon with deadly looks that he had to pretend he wasn’t intimidated by. Then he stopped, gulped down the need to grimace in his recent agony, and stared at their leader.
He had a deceptively friendly face. You knew there was a simmer there behind those eyes, and you wished he’d just show his cards like all the other psychos in the yard playing leader and screaming their obscenities. No, this man was reserved, too much of a higher esteem than the rest of them. And that made it fucking worse.
“I’ve been watching you,” he said, voice low and inquisitive. He leaned back in his chair – a plush chair that the others didn’t have for themselves and that no one in the yard had acquired from the guards – and dangled a lighter in his hands.
Jaxon made sure to keep his eyes drawn away. Making eye contact had landed him in a fair amount of whacks. He was learning prison language well.
“You’ve been starting a lot of fights around here. Saw the last one with them swastika men over there, almost earned yourself a death sentence.”
From his observations, Jaxon had learned that the only way to capture someone’s attention was to lay down the law and not consent to anybody. He’d watched a man get picked up by a gang for starting fights, and the funny thing was he was a shit fighter. Jaxon, on the other hand, was not.
After seeing this, he partook in many one on one fights. If someone pushed him, he beat them to a pulp. If someone even looked at him, they were down on the ground, spitting blood from their mouths as he pounded into them. It was survival of the fittest in this sick cesspool of a place and he was going to be the damn fittest of them all.
His last fight had earned him a week in the “hole.” He riled a gang up, and while he’d managed to tackle a few men down, the entire gang had eventually pounced on him. And then, amid one very painful beat down, every gang exploded around him. Ten minutes later and the yard had descended into chaos.
Unfortunately, the guards had witnessed the whole thing, and being unable to bribe them with anything, he’d earned himself a week of isolation. But it didn’t fuss him so much. He knew this had bridged the gap somehow. He’d proven his balls were big, he just hoped he was approached quickly before that same gang put him in his grave.
“What are you in here for, kid?” Finley asked.
Jaxon, still looking away, said, “Some bullshit drug charges.”
It was important to be vague. He wouldn’t tell him he was innocent. He wouldn’t tell them a damn thing. He preferred to let them figure him out based on their own interpretation.
“I don’t like drugs,” Finley responded in distaste. “I’m a businessman. I wouldn’t work with that stuff with my own hands outside of here. Would you?”
“To be honest, I don’t give a fuck anymore what I do,” Jaxon answered, and that was strangely the truth.
The man smiled. “You play the tough act well, but you performed the way you did last week because you’re desperate.”
Jaxon couldn’t resist looking at him now, and he glowered.
“I admire what you did, though,” Finley continued, ignoring Jaxon’s defensiveness. “You’re a damn good fighter. Quick and soundless. I’ve seen the way you move. You’re experienced. I’m looking for someone like you. I got shit that needs to get done within these walls, and I need someone I can count on. I’ve got too many guys occupied and a position available. I may not like handling drugs, but that’s business in these walls that makes the most income. Since you’re Mr Druggie, I imagine that doesn’t bother you at all.”
Jaxon didn’t respond. He just waited for the proposition that he knew was coming. The man was going to make him into an errand boy. He knew the drill. If he did what he was told and did it well, he’d be welcomed in.
Then the question that stumped him came.
“Just how far are you willing to go for your protection?”
Jaxon didn’t know what he was capable of. All he wanted to do was live until he was free again. He was fucking empty on the inside. His heart had been cut clean out of his chest and the girl had taken off without a word; his friend had betrayed him and didn’t even serve jail time; a police officer of the law had planted evidence against him and he had no idea why… His life was fucked. He didn’t have a reason to live anymore.