before Tate can pull him off. “Don’t you ever talk about her like that. You are a sorry piece of shit. If anyone isn’t worth it, it’s you, motherfucker. You come near her again, I’ll make sure you stay away for good.” Tyler mutters something under his breath before he turns and walks out the door.
Running over to Jax, I wrap my arms around him and check his hands for any cuts. “Baby, I’m fine,” he says, wrapping me in his arms and kissing my head. “You okay, Lynnie?”
Nodding, I bury my face into his chest. I was so scared. Tyler was never like that before. I look at Amie, seeing Tate is holding her trembling body. Jax walks me to the bar and orders me a drink to calm my nerves.
“Baby, I won’t let him take you away from me. I already told you I’m never letting you go and I meant that.” He winks at me and kisses my forehead again.
We all sit at the bar for a little over an hour as I slowly take sips of my whiskey. Tate and Jax start talking about a basketball game, while Amie and I just watch the room. I have a bad feeling, but I can’t figure out why. Rubbing my hand on his thigh, I tell Jax I’m ready to go. The night has already been eventful and I want to go curl up in bed.
Once we pay our tab, we make our way into the parking lot. Tate and Amie get caught behind a group of people at the bar entrance. When we get to his truck, Jax turns to me. “I love you, babe.”
Suddenly, Jax stiffens and his eyes go wide. Before I can ask him what’s wrong, he falls to the ground in front of me, blood pouring from his side. I look up, seeing Tyler standing behind him, a bloody knife in his hand.
When I start to scream, I see Tate and a few other people come running towards us. When Tate runs at Tyler, he tries to stab him, as well. Stunned, I watch the fight for a few seconds, then look at Jax again.
I drop to the ground next to him, not caring about the rocks cutting my knees. “Please, Jax. You’re going to be fine. You have to be. I need you.” Tears pouring from my eyes, I press my hands over the wound, but blood keeps coming. “I love you,” I whisper over and over.
As soon as the paramedics get there, they have to pull me away. “Please, help him!” I wail. The paramedic tells someone to get me away from him, Tate pulling me into his arms. “Please,” I whisper.
If I would have known anything like this was possible, I would have never come home. He deserves better than this. He deserves his life. They load him inside the ambulance and rush him to the nearest hospital.
When the police walk over, I can’t hear what they tell Tate, but he walks over and sets me on the curb. “Amie, I need you to stay with her. I have to go answer some questions.” She nods and comes to sit with me in the dirt.
With tears streaming down my face, I look up. “Why is he being questioned?”
She shakes her head and starts to cry, too. “He killed Tyler.”
Oh, my god. This is all my fault. Tyler never would have known about Jax if it weren’t for me. Turning, I throw up everything in my stomach, Amie grabbing my hair, trying to keep it out of my face. When I hear a familiar voice behind me, I turn to see my dad standing with Tate.
Deciding he acted in self-defense, the police let Tate go, telling him to come by the sheriff’s office later. He helps Amie and me up, saying, “Come on. Let’s get you to the hospital.” I just nod.
“Come on, kids. I’ll drive you,” my dad says, grabbing me and wrapping me in a hug. “Thank God you’re okay.”
This brings on more tears. “This is all my fault,” I sob. “Jax could die because of me. I’m so sorry. Daddy, please, he needs to be okay.”
On the drive to the hospital, the tears keep falling down my face. I just pray that Jax makes it though this. He promised me forever. I’m not ready for it to be over yet.
Chapter Nineteen
By the time we make it to the hospital, Jax’s mom is
Running over to Jax, I wrap my arms around him and check his hands for any cuts. “Baby, I’m fine,” he says, wrapping me in his arms and kissing my head. “You okay, Lynnie?”
Nodding, I bury my face into his chest. I was so scared. Tyler was never like that before. I look at Amie, seeing Tate is holding her trembling body. Jax walks me to the bar and orders me a drink to calm my nerves.
“Baby, I won’t let him take you away from me. I already told you I’m never letting you go and I meant that.” He winks at me and kisses my forehead again.
We all sit at the bar for a little over an hour as I slowly take sips of my whiskey. Tate and Jax start talking about a basketball game, while Amie and I just watch the room. I have a bad feeling, but I can’t figure out why. Rubbing my hand on his thigh, I tell Jax I’m ready to go. The night has already been eventful and I want to go curl up in bed.
Once we pay our tab, we make our way into the parking lot. Tate and Amie get caught behind a group of people at the bar entrance. When we get to his truck, Jax turns to me. “I love you, babe.”
Suddenly, Jax stiffens and his eyes go wide. Before I can ask him what’s wrong, he falls to the ground in front of me, blood pouring from his side. I look up, seeing Tyler standing behind him, a bloody knife in his hand.
When I start to scream, I see Tate and a few other people come running towards us. When Tate runs at Tyler, he tries to stab him, as well. Stunned, I watch the fight for a few seconds, then look at Jax again.
I drop to the ground next to him, not caring about the rocks cutting my knees. “Please, Jax. You’re going to be fine. You have to be. I need you.” Tears pouring from my eyes, I press my hands over the wound, but blood keeps coming. “I love you,” I whisper over and over.
As soon as the paramedics get there, they have to pull me away. “Please, help him!” I wail. The paramedic tells someone to get me away from him, Tate pulling me into his arms. “Please,” I whisper.
If I would have known anything like this was possible, I would have never come home. He deserves better than this. He deserves his life. They load him inside the ambulance and rush him to the nearest hospital.
When the police walk over, I can’t hear what they tell Tate, but he walks over and sets me on the curb. “Amie, I need you to stay with her. I have to go answer some questions.” She nods and comes to sit with me in the dirt.
With tears streaming down my face, I look up. “Why is he being questioned?”
She shakes her head and starts to cry, too. “He killed Tyler.”
Oh, my god. This is all my fault. Tyler never would have known about Jax if it weren’t for me. Turning, I throw up everything in my stomach, Amie grabbing my hair, trying to keep it out of my face. When I hear a familiar voice behind me, I turn to see my dad standing with Tate.
Deciding he acted in self-defense, the police let Tate go, telling him to come by the sheriff’s office later. He helps Amie and me up, saying, “Come on. Let’s get you to the hospital.” I just nod.
“Come on, kids. I’ll drive you,” my dad says, grabbing me and wrapping me in a hug. “Thank God you’re okay.”
This brings on more tears. “This is all my fault,” I sob. “Jax could die because of me. I’m so sorry. Daddy, please, he needs to be okay.”
On the drive to the hospital, the tears keep falling down my face. I just pray that Jax makes it though this. He promised me forever. I’m not ready for it to be over yet.
Chapter Nineteen
By the time we make it to the hospital, Jax’s mom is
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