Page 51 of Jealous God
“Explain what? You think I should have let her explain why she was pulling a guy into the room we had just been making love in? Do you think she would have a good enough excuse?”
He had to be joking. If I had cheated on her, would they have been telling her to give me a chance? Would they hell. They would have told her to move on and that she could do better.
“Yeah, I think she does. Again, I’ll say you’re a moron, Jax Turner.” Through the gap in the chairs, he stared at me. “She should have told you this herself. I asked her to. Eli is connected to the Savage Sons. Specifically, their London chapter.”
I rolled my eyes. I could hazard a guess at just how she was connected. It didn’t really take a genius to work out. “I kind of worked that out for myself.”
“She’s the daughter of their president, his youngest kid.”
I started. Ok, that was news to me. Elodie, the daughter of the president of a one percenter club. I just couldn’t see it. She was about as far away from biker chick as a woman could get. And yet, when I had seen her on the back of Chance's bike, she hadn’t looked nervous or unsure of herself; she had seemed totally and utterly in her element. And the way she spoke to the crew, the way she interacted with them all, it kind of all made sense.
It made sense, but it didn’t give her an excuse. “So, because she belongs to the club, that gives her free rein to fuck whatever member she wants?”
“Moron,” Erik mumbled under his breath again. “She wasn’t fucking anyone. Legacy is her brother.”
“What?” I had to hear him say it again because I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
“Legacy is her brother.”
“She told us her brother died.” Dion spoke before I could form the words. But I nodded my head. She had said that. Her brother had died on her birthday.
“He died in a car crash,” I added.
“He died in a motorbike collision,” Erik said softly. “Emmett died on impact. Elliot, or Legacy as you know him, was away serving in the marines when it happened. So, she wasn’t lying to you when she told you her brother had died. She just neglected to mention that he had an identical twin. What you saw wasn’t Eli messing around on you, Jax. It was her reuniting with a brother she has barely spoken to for ten years.”
“Her brother.” I felt sick.
“Her brother.” Erik settled himself back down, shaking his head.
“You’re sure he's her brother?” But I already knew the answer to that. I had messed up so badly. I had ruined what might have been my only chance at finding a woman that would put up with my shit and because of what?
Because I was jealous of herbrother.
THIRTY
Elodie
Living back at the Savage Sons’ clubhouse, even temporarily, came with its own round of headaches. Namely, the fact that I was no longer a gangly, flat chested teen. And every biker, even the ones who were old enough to be my father and should’ve known better, seemed to want to give it a go. They were all shot down. Most only tried it on once, but those who were persistent had my brother in their ear. Legacy might just be a prospect, but our family had been in the club one way or another since the beginning.
I had learnt my lesson. No more going for the bad boy. Rockstar or biker, it didn’t really matter. They were all the same. All after one thing.
All assholes.
Well, maybe not every man who rode with the Sons was an asshole, but Jax most definitely put me off rockstars for life. Looking back, I couldn’t believe how stupid I had been. Falling into his bed, imagining actual affection in his eyes. Chance had been right. I did fall too easily. And it had made me dumb. It made me see things that weren’t there.
“If it isn’t little El.”
I froze in the doorway. I recognised that voice, even if I hadn’t heard it in ten years. Slowly, a smile made my lips curve up. Turning to face the man who the voice belonged to, I looked him up and down. He did the same. Not letting his eyes linger too long on the curves that had replaced my teenage angles over the years. “Domino, you look good.” My smile grew even wider. And he did look good. A little older, sure. And there was a little more white in his hair, but he was still a good looking man.
“So do you, El.” Leaning back in his chair, he opened his arms wide. “Come here, kid.”
I went to him without thinking, taking my place on his knee like I had a million times in the past.
“We missed you.” He ruffled my hair like I was seven years old again. And around Domino, that’s exactly how I had always felt. He was one of my father’s closest friends. They had ridden together from the beginning, prospected together and patched in within months of each other. He was my unofficial uncle. Growing up, he had been a surrogate dad to me. He had made sure I had what I needed when my own father couldn’t be bothered.
“I missed you as well.” And I had. There were very few people from my previous life that I’d had a genuinely hard time giving up. But Domino was one of them. The only thing that kept me from reaching out to him several times was the fact that I knew he wanted me to be free. He had been telling me to get out for years. He had told Elliot as well, and for a while, it had worked. Not that Elliot was Elliot any longer. Now he was Legacy. Which was all sorts of apt. In one way or another, the club always drew you back to it.
“Your brother said you had some trouble with a boy?”
