Page 44 of Chaos

Clocking out, I dart through the back entrance.

Any time I’m near him, my body wants to do things my mind tells me not to.

But Maeve owns my heart. I need to stay strong for her.

TWENTY-FOUR

JAX

Why do I keep finding myself sitting down the street from her house? I can’t stop thinking about her.

Seeing her at the restaurant yesterday nearly did me in. Getting that intoxicating scent of strawberries nearly drove me wild.

She’s fighting it, too. I saw it in her eyes, felt it in her touch. That lingering palm still burns into my skin.

There’s a fire in me that’s getting harder to keep at bay.

But how do I show up on her doorstep without revealing I’ve been watching her?

My thumb twitches as I rotate my rings around my fingers.

I’m always the first one to jump into a situation, running at the front of the pack, jumping the bell in the ring.

Yet, here I sit.

Frozen.

“Kai? What the fuck should I do?” I wish he was here. He always had some deep answer to every problem.

The low growl of engines grows from behind me.

Three big Harleys rumble past me and stop in front of her house.

It has me sitting up a little straighter in my seat.

They’re all wearing backwards baseball hats and I can’t see them clearly from this angle.

One of the smaller guys jumps off and saunters up to the door.

Brody.

Again?

My knuckles pop as I squeeze my fists. He doesn’t take a hint, does he?

As soon as the door opens, it’s flung shut.

His arm raises as he beats on it. I can hear him swearing at her from here.

When he turns back and gestures for his two companions to join him, I see red.

My engine roars to life and I nail the gas, leaping me forward.

Tires squeal, and my car fishtails until it gains traction and guns straight for them.

Both of the leather vested men jump backwards, falling to the ground as I slam on the brakes.

My Bentley hasn’t stopped moving before I’m leaping out and barreling towards Brody.