Chapter 13
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Em
“Emilia,” he whispered as his lips made contact with mine. No one has ever called Emilia-besides Morris- but everyone calls me Em or Emmy-but only a certain special someone calls me that. I assumed Jax would to, but I like how my full name rolls off his tongue.
What was the matter with me? I shouldn’t be kissing him, but I can’t help it. Jax was so masculine that I can’t stop my hands roaming his tight body. Next thing I know, I’m unbuttoning his pants and he entered me again.
We both breathed hard as he thrusted and I breathed him in. God, what have I been missing? He finally stilled and we fixed ourselves. He gave me another deep kiss then walked in my office.
I booted my computer and we waited in silence. The s****l tension was still there and I could go another round, but I’m sore. I should feel better in about thirty minutes. I don’t know if I can wait that long. I need a distraction.
“Have you ever thought about leaving the Devil Saints?” I asked.
“Yeah, at times. I think about leaving, getting hitched, and having kids,” he replies.
I’m taken aback because here’s this tough guy who used to kill for a living, then became an outlaw, wants to settle down and have kids. Sara was lucky to have this guy.
Sara? s**t. I’ve forgotten all about her. Oh, God. What have I done? I’m so horrible. How can I do that to my own sister?! I need to calm myself before he notices.
“I want two kids,” Jax continued. “I already imagined my wedding.”
I’m flabbergasted right now.
“What?” he asked seeing my shocked face.
“You are such a girl,” I say with a giggle.
“What?”
“Every woman has dreamt of her wedding day since they were little girls and you’re telling me that you have as well. What's next? You already have names picked out for your kids.”
He remained silent averting my eyes. Oh. My. God. He has. “You already have names, don’t you?”
His face reddened and nodded. “What are the names?”
His smile widened and his eyes gleamed. “If it’s a boy, Eli and if it’s a girl…Amelia.”
Amelia, like my name almost. “Those are beautiful names.”
“Thanks.”
I gave him a smile and looked away to look at my computer. I could feel his gaze on me and my cheeks began to burn.
“What about you? Do you want kids?” he asked.
“I would love to have a family,” I say. “But with my profession it’s hard for that to happen. But finding the right man.... well, let’s say it never works out for me.” I cleared my throat and opened a file. “Okay, here we go.” I watched Jax coming to stand behind me. I showed him a picture of a log cabin in rural Alabama. “This is a safe house that Jones have when he’s hiding. It’s remote, isolated, and easy to get the job done. But as I said before…”
“I have to go alone,” Jax finishes saying.
I nodded. “I’ll stay here. I’m sorry Jax, but I don’t want him to know I’m involved. I don’t want to see his eyes or hear him call me a traitor. I can’t watch him die. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“It’s okay,” he said, kissing my forehead that made me flinched a little. He should not have done that. We did enough betrayal as it is. “I understand.”
“Thank you. So, let’s get you ready. Follow me and I’ll get you weapons or whatever you need.”
I took him to one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hallway and gave him a bag. He loaded it with handguns, blades, a few grenades, tape, and rope.
“When will you leave?” I asked standing in the doorway.
“Now. The sooner, the better,” he replied. “All I need is a pack of clothes to change in.”
“Okay, I’ll be downstairs.” I left him alone to pack and made my way downstairs. My chest tightens and I feel nervous all of a sudden. What was this feeling that’s stirring within me? I-I’m worried. Was it because Jax was leaving to fight and kill Jones? I know Jones. He’s a good fighter and deadly.
Maybe that’s why I’m worried. Because Jax may not come back. After a few days with him, I’m hooked. Did I fall for him just like that? That’s impossible, right? Well, actually it happened to me before, but I got hurt...twice. I can’t fall deeper for Jax. I don’t want to get hurt again, plus he loves Sara. He…loves…Sara. He can’t love me. He can’t. He just needed release and I was there to unleash it. Damn, what have I done? This was my fault.
I need to forget what happened. He doesn’t care or love me. I was just there.
Jax made his way to the door and stopped in front of me. I think he saw the anxiety in me because he cupped my face and before I can stop him, he kissed me deeply. And like a fool I gave in. I tugged him closer to me relishing his taste. Reluctantly, he pulled away, but not far.
“I’m coming back, Emilia,” he says. “I’m coming back to you.”
He took one more look at me and left. I was dazed when he left because he said my name, not Sara’s.
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