Page 55 of Jealous God
“Come on, I want to find Legacy.” She tugged on the man’s forearm, leading him forward, and he went without questions.
“Elodie, we need to talk,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. It came out louder than I had intended, but while she didn’t even pause, the man at her side did. He turned slowly, and again, his eyes raked over me and found me lacking. He didn’t say anything, just shook his head like I was the biggest fool on planet earth, which was, again, correct.
“Leave it.” Erik positioned himself between me and Elodie’s retreating back. “Now isn’t the time.”
“Not unless you want to get your ass beaten and thrown out on the curb,” Louis said with a chuckle.
“Who the fuck is that guy?”
“Domino.”
“He’s old enough to be her dad.” I didn’t know what made me say it, except it was the truth. He was older when I looked more closely. Much older than she was, and I hated the thought they were together. It made me physically sick to my stomach that she might be sharing her bed and her life with a man like that.
Something must have shown on my face, because Erik turned to me sharply.
“You need to fucking stop, Jax. This jealous shit doesn’t suit you and it won’t get her back.”
I stared at him, open-mouthed. “It’s just... fuck.” Roughly, I tugged at my hair. “She moved on so fucking fast and—”
“She hasn’t moved on. Domino isn’t her lover any more than Legacy was.”
Letting my eyes travel the crowded living room, I found her again. She was talking animatedly, throwing her curls over her shoulder as she laughed at something some cut wearing asshole was saying. Jealousy ripped through me. That’s all I seemed capable of feeling: jealousy, and it made me unpredictable and out of control. I had a major case of the green-eyed monster and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it when everywhere I looked she was being hit on by men.
“Her dad?” Louis asked from next to my shoulder.
Erik shook his head. “No, but he pretty much raised her and her brothers. You have nothing to worry about there, Jax.”
I took in the swarm of faces around me, the ones who separated me from Elodie, and gritted my teeth. “So, I just have to worry about every other asshole in the room then, yeah?”
* * *
Somewhere around midnight,I lost track of her. Which by itself was a miracle because I had been watching her like a hawk. Not in a creepy ‘going to kill anyone who even thought about putting his lips on her’ way, but in a ‘make sure she’s safe’ kind of way. At least that’s what I was telling myself. The band had all drifted away to drink and mingle with other people which had left me to my own devices. If I got my ass kicked by bikers because of my behaviour, it was all on me, or so Dion had told me.
I scanned the room again, making my way through the mass of dancing bodies that had taken up the middle of the living room. I headed towards the kitchen.
I had barely made it to the doorway when a girl stepped in my path. She was pretty enough with her black hair teased up from her face and the tiniest mini skirt I had ever seen. But everything from that to her makeup seemed to beg for attention. She giggled when I stopped.
“Hi, You’re Jax Turner, aren’t you? From Dionysus Rising?”
The way she said it made it clear that she already knew exactly who I was, but I smiled anyway. Smiling at fans, making them feel special, was part of my job. A big part, because without the love of the fans we were and had absolutely nothing. “Sure am, love.” I kept my eyes on her face and not on her body. A new thing for me. There was only one woman’s body I wanted to look at, and she wasn’t in the room. Hell, she wasn’t in the tiny kitchen I could see over the girl’s shoulder either. “Do you have something you want me to sign?”
She giggled appreciatively. Oh, I knew what she wanted me to sign. “Can you sign these?” She purred up at me, thrusting out her chest and this time I did look. It was instinctual. The girl’s tits held no appeal to me whatsoever. “I only have lipstick though, so—” She broke off with a squeak.
A man pulled her away with a jerk of his arm. “No, he can’t,” Domino growled down at her.
She frowned, blinking up at him from beneath her lashes. “Run along and play with someone else now, Molly.”
“But, Jax said—”
Domino's patience snapped. “Jax is El’s man, Molly. You want to go there?”
For a second she looked at me, and I could see the indecision in her eyes. Yeah, she wanted to go there, but something was stopping her. She actually looked mildly afraid. Which made no sense. Elodie was kick-ass, but she wasn’t a fighter. Was she?
“No, I don’t want to piss off, El,” she finally said, her shoulders slumped. Throwing me one last longing look, she turned on her heels and walked away. “It was great meeting you, Jax.”
“You as well, Molly,” I called after her absently. My mind was already trying to make sense of what the old biker had just said.
Elodie’s man.
