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Braxton’s P.O.V.
Jaxon - “Dude, you need to get laid or something I don’t know. But what the f**k is with you lately?”
In walks my right hand man, my best friend & the worst pain in my f*****g a*s.
I’m just trying to enjoy a f*****g glass of whiskey in my office, while all my brothers are out getting laid in the party.
Brax - “Not now Jax.”
I say while flipping through a couple of pieces of paper work on my desk and comparing it with what is on my laptop.
Jax - “Don’t give me that bullshit.”
He’s always walking in on me and giving me his unwanted, stupid opinions.
Unless it’s do with club business, my friend here can be abit of a .. well .. he can be abit of everything. Sometimes wise, sometimes just a plain and simple d**k or he could be your worst nightmare.
Brax - “There’s a lot of s**t we need to do.”
Jax - “Okay. Let’s get to it then.”
He knew when I didn’t want to be angered with more questions. He was the only asshole that would push me, but he was also the only one that always had my back since the beginning.
Jax - “Can we not at least pick this up tomorrow & go get some ladies for the rest of the evening to enjoy ourselves.”
He said with his stupid smirk.
Brax - “f**k up Jax, it’s not as if you didn’t get laid lastnight.”
I felt like I had to add a little more salt to the wound ..
Brax - “By the way where is she? Your latest flavour of the month? Or is it if the week?”
I smirk back at him and continue to say.
Brax - “Or did you give her one last f**k for the road last night.”
I chuckled.
Jax - “Shut up i***t, at least I try to find myself a nice one.”
He scoffs at me, while his cheeks puff up like a angry little child.
Brax - yeah okay .. try.”
I chuckle & roll my eyes.
After about 3 hours Jax & I are finish some of our business & I decide to go down stairs into the club house & grab me another drink before I take off home.
Everyone knows to have this place clean by 9am sharp because we all party hard but work harder & it’s also part of our clubhouse rules
- Writer
