Page 25 of Jealous God
Slowly, he blinked, dropping my hand, and took a step back. “That’s the fucking question, isn’t it?”
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Jax sat close to me,his thigh pressed against mine, but it wasn’t the closeness of his hard, muscled legs that was making me jittery and nervous. It was his hand. The hand that was pressed firmly on my knee, in plain view of everyone and anyone. It was such a proprietary thing to do. Like we were a couple and not employee and employer. And it just reminded me of what he had said to the doorman. How he had stated, quite matter of fact, that I was withhim.
Not that I worked with them.
I was there withhim.
“Everything go alright?” Erik leant over me, his blue eyes searching my face. He kept his voice as low as the music would allow, which meant it was more like a yell. It was nice that he asked, but my evening with my brother wasn’t something I wanted to discuss in front of everyone. The only reason Erik knew to begin with was that he needed to know my relationship with the Sons. No one else needed that information. Not ever.
I nodded while sipping my drink. In the dark club, I saw Jax turn his head. His eyes narrowed under the red and blue strobe lights, and mentally I cursed Erik. He meant well sure, and he had kept his voice as low as possible, but it was pretty clear that Jax at least had heard. If the others had, they didn’t show it.
“Yeah, thanks.” I sipped at my water, almost choking when Jax squeezed my knee hard with his fingers. “I should apologise for being late.”
Erik waved my words away like they didn’t matter. “You could have taken the whole night.” His eyes shone with sympathy.
“I didn’t need the whole night. I need to be here for Dion and—” Something caught my eye, and at first, I didn’t know what it was. Someone on the dance floor had captured my attention. One woman amongst the gyrating crowd. My eyes followed her as she weaved her way through the dancing bodies. She looked completely normal, but there was something that seemed off about her. Maybe it was the way she was marching towards us.
“Where were you, anyway?” Jax asked.
I ignored him. Sure, I didn’t want to answer him, but it was more than that. My entire attention was focused on the girl coming towards us. Danger made the hair on my arms stand up. I had seen that look on other people's faces before. Usually, it meant violence of some sort.
“Are you even listening to me…?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chance move, sensing the danger, but it was already too late. Less than a metre from our table, the woman paused. I threw myself off my chair just as her arm swung back. In the next second, she jabbed the jagged end of a broken bottle towards Dion.
“That’s for Isla!”
A searing pain ripped through the corner of my mouth, and then a burning heat. Bringing my hands up to my face, I stared in confusion as Chance tackled the crazy fan to the ground. More and more security headed in our direction. But I couldn’t take any of it in.
“Fuck, fuck!” Jax was on his feet, positioning his body between mine and the scrap going on at our feet.
“Did she just try to bottle me?” Dion was there as well. “Psycho bitch.”
“Here, let me look.” Slowly, Jax prised my hand away from my mouth and I hissed in pain. Somehow it hurt more without the pressure on it.
The others were gathered around, a solid wall of rockstar muscle between me and the attacker, as their security and the club’s all piled in to subdue the crazed fan.
“Jesus. Erik?”
Erik already had his phone out, talking frantically.
“We need to get her out of here and to a hospital.”
“The car is pulling up out back.” Erik led the way and I shakingly took a step after him, my hand yet again pressed to my bleeding face. I didn’t need to look to see it was bad. I could tell by the amount of hot blood that was heating my skin. I didn’t get more than a few steps before Jax swept me up into his arms, honeymoon style.
I blinked teary eyes up at him.
“I got you, Elodie, don’t worry, I got you.”
FOURTEEN
Jax
Chance had wanted to carry her to the car. Hell, he had wanted to carry her into the hospital and hang around, but I was having none of that. And in the end, my growled warnings had worked, and he had backed off, but not before I had heard him make a hurried phone call to someone. His voice was gruff and low, but I had garnered enough to realise he was telling whoever was on the other end what had happened. And that made me start to wonder again just how close he was to Elodie.
Not that it really mattered. The moment I had seen the blood on her face, I had realised one thing.
