❛ You just gotta tell me
which asshole touched you. ❜

chapter thirty three.

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       A WEEK after the bloody situation at the clubhouse, and Bobby has surprising fully recovered, already volunteering to dress up as Elvia Presley and go perform as a tribute act at Bar Mitzvah's in Charming. After utilising her small knowledge on wounds that night, Scarlett has had to deal with constant questions from the club guys about where she learned to do the simple task of plugging the bullet hole with her finger. She just brushed them off constantly, not having the confidence to tell them it was because of her father constantly leaving holes in her body, so the only way she can stay alive until she found the right supplies was by using her own finger as a plunger.

Jax and Scarlett haven't spoken since that night either. She's noticed him coming around into the clubhouse more than usual, but thankfully he never forced her into a conversation. She's started to wonder how Abel's doing, but she doesn't want to ask.

Now, Scarlett is sat in Luann's new warehouse studio, Cara Cara. She's squeezed on a sofa between Chibs and Juice while both of them have their hands in the packet of chips resting on her lap. The trio watch from a far as Lyla works on set with a half naked man while a camera films their every move and moan. Lyla's left in her underwear with a shoe in her hand and the man's full ass is on display as he's bent over an office sofa. Lyla uses the base of the shoe to spank his ass, the sharp sound reverberating around the set.

Scarlett's face is pulled up in a slight grimace, watching the scene unfold in disgust. Whereas, the two men either side of her are teetering on the edge of their seats with excitement as they watch the live-action porno.

"Yeah, yeah," The man moans loudly, "Just like that. Mommy. Yeah, Mommy. Oh, harder!"

The man continues his moans and groans, while Lyla puts all her force into the spanks. The camera is now behind them, and Scarlett notices how Lyla's face drops slightly now that her back is to the camera, clearly not feeling this scene as much.

"Alright," Luann hums in approval with her head phones one as she watches through a screen, "Big finish, Lyla."

As Scarlett watches the next few moments unfold, her face drops so drastically that anyone seeing her would think she'd just watched someone be tortured. Lyla takes big finish very strongly, resulting in her grabbing a bottle of alcohol from the desk and shoves the neck of the bottle right into the man's rectum, leaving him in a moaning mess on the sofa.

"Cut!" Luann calls, jumping down from her chair.

Instantly, Chibs and Juice shoot up from their seats, their hands clapping together in excitement, leaving Scarlett behind them in utter shock. Her mouth hangs open and her brows are scrunched together as she redirects her view from the set.

"Bravo!" Chibs yells, "Encore!"

As Scarlett is turned away, she spots Camille and is quickly sliding from the sofa and rushing over to her best friend for some relief for what she just witnessed.

"Cami," She splutters, grabbing her best friend's shoulders and not caring that the only clothing she's wearing is her underwear, "What the fuck is your job?"

Camille laughs, head tilting slightly in confusion, "I'm a pornstar. . ."

"I know, but surely not a single person buying these films gets turned on by that shit?" She waves her hand over to the set where Lyla and Luann are discussing and Chibs to speaking to the man who just got spanked.

"Ah," Cami clicks her tongue, realising what Scarlett's just watched, "You'd be surprised about people's weird kinks. Scar, what are you doing here?"

"Thought you needed picking up?" Scarlett's brows furrow, "Luke said you called him and wanted someone to come get you."

"I wanted him to come here," Cami sighs, "I need to speak to him. What is he doing?"

"Working on a bike for someone," Scarlett shrugs, "Someone important. Can I help you with anything?"

"No," Camille shakes her head gently, "It's fine. Just get back to the clubhouse, tell him to get here as quick as possible."

"I've actually been given the day off by Gemma," Scarlett licks her lips, "Half-Sack is taking care of the bar today so she said I can have some time off. The fuck am I gonna do?"

Camille folds her arms over her chest, "Talk to a certain blonde biker, possibly? Luke's been telling me that he's slightly distracted at the minute. Maybe he could use some Scarlett Miller time."

"Yeah, but, I don't need any Jax Teller time, thank you very much," Scarlett runs her hand over her hair, "I'll found something to do."

"Camille!" Luann's shrill voice calls across the studio.

Cami sends her a wave before rubbing Scarlett's shoulder, "I've gotta go. See you later, yeah?"

Scarlett smirks, "Depends if I find any hot men to sleep with tonight."

"Jax is available if you're searching," Camille teases.

"The hell happened to you not liking him?" Scarlett's brows shoot up in annoyance, "I thought we were in agreement with our distaste of him."

"That was 'til I realised how much you both fail to function without each other," Camille explains, stepping towards the set slowly, "Bye, Scarlett!"

"Bye," Scarlett grumbles, spinning on her heel and digging out the keys for the truck as she leaves the studio altogether.

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     AN HOUR LATER, Scarlett stands face to face with her father in the town centre of Charming. She'd decided on spending her day completing relaxing in Charming park, but she'd wanted to buy some food from the store before. But, the last thing she ever wanted was to encounter her father. The both of them are stood a foot apart in front of her parent's car, while her mother, Jane, is sat inside, watching her husband and daughter from behind the windscreen.

"Fancy seeing you here," Her father grins wickedly.

Scarlett sighs, "Please just let me get back to my truck. I don't plan on spending my day off speaking to you."

"Can't spare your daddy some time?" Robert's head tilts and his eyes widen as he attempts to make them look like puppy dog eyes. Scarlett has to swallow down a gag at the sight.

"Time for what? For us to argue? For you to end up with another punch to the face?" She scoffs, rolling her eyes, "I'd really rather not," She moves to step around him.

Suddenly, her father's rough hand wraps around her bicep tightly and he yanks her back in front of him, so they're now a few inches away from one another. She winces at his painful grip on her arm, and she can smell the alcohol and drugs reeking off him like nasty cologne that you spray once and the scent never seems to disappear.

"Let go," She spits, having to tilt her head to look at him properly. Something minor she never liked about her father was his height. She would never be taller than him, or even near. It makes her feel small, tiny even. She hates it.

"Listen here," Robert growls into her ear as he dips his head so his chapped lips brush against her pierced ear, "I'm your daddy, girl. The way you keep talkin' to me stops now. Or else you're gonna have enough bruises on you to make you change race." Listening to his words, Scarlett's stern glare slowly falls in fear and she lets out a small yelp of pain as he tightens his grip further, "You hear me?"

She swallows thickly as tears spring to her eyes, "Yes."

The corner's of his lips tip up, "Yes, what?"

"I ain't saying—"

He pulls her closer to him, causing her to thump against his chest roughly, "Yes, what?" He repeats with his tone low and demanding.

"Yes, daddy," She pushes out painfully, feeling bile bubble in her throat as she peers up at his furious face.

"Ay, good girl," He approves, shoving her back abruptly and dropping his hand from her bicep. She stumbles slightly but manages to quickly recollect herself, brushing her hair behind her ears as she peers around to see if anyone was watching, but there's no one, just her own mother.

Scarlett remains silent and rooted to her spot on the concrete as she watches her father settle into his car and drive out of the parking spot, sending her a menacing smirk before disappearing from her view completely. Once she knows his eyes are away from her figure, she rushes to the truck, quickly working to get away from the town centre so she can somewhere and just cry.

With tears clouding her eyes, Scarlett speeds through Charming and to the outskirts of town. Previous to her departure eight years ago, Scarlett would frequently come to a quiet spot under a few trees on some grass just off the main road into Charming. Back then, she'd have to walk a few miles but now in the truck she makes it there quickly. Shutting off the engine, she jumps out and slams the door shut roughly, releasing her anger as the vehicle rattles slightly.

She begins to pace on the grass, her hands raising to her head and raking through her long hair as the tears begin to overflow and stream down her cheeks like waterfalls. Her heart beats rapidly against her chest as her hands and arms shake. She curses at herself angrily, shaking her head in disbelief as she thinks back to calling Robert daddy. She only ever used to call him that to keep him away from Jamie.

Suddenly, a soft hand lands on her shoulder from behind and she whirls around as a yell escapes her lips in terror. In front of her now stands an extremely confused and concerned Jax Teller. His hand slowly drops back to his side as his eyes run quickly over her form, noticing her red eyes and stained cheeks.

"Jesus christ," Scarlett sobs, throwing her head back, "Of course you have to be here."

"We always used to come here together," He says slowly, "What the hell happened, Scarlett?"

"Nothing," She chokes as she scrubs at her cheeks in an attempt to stop the tears but it's no use, "Nothing."

"Bullshit," He mutters, taking a step closer, and to his surprise, she doesn't move back. That's when he notices the faint red hand mark coiled around her bicep and his face drops, "Scarlett. Who the hell did this to you?" He moves even closer, his fingers gently skimming over the darkening bruise on her skin. He doesn't fail to miss how she flinches at the gentle contact, and his heart aches. His head drops slightly so he can get a better look at her face, "Scarlett, come on, talk to me. I know you hate me, but I gotta know who the fuck hurt you."

She laughs through her tears and her red eyes lift from the floor to meet his worried gaze. She almost crumbles, wanting nothing more to reach forward and let him hold her, but instead she just laughs painfully again, "It's nothing. I'm fine."

"Stop lying. You don't have to lie to me. Just talk to me," His hand slowly raise to cup her cheeks as subconsciously she leans into his touch, "Who the fuck did that to you?"

"No one important," She replies quietly.

"Important or not, I gotta know."

She sniffs, realising the situation she's got herself in. Quickly, she steps back and causes his hands to drop away from her face, instantly making her feel cold but she shakes her head to keep him at a distance, "Stop, stop. You don't need to know anything. It's my business. I'm fine. Everything's fine. No one's hurt. Everyone's okay."

"You're hurt," He points out, "I can help you, Scarlett. You just gotta tell me which asshole touched you."

Her chest vibrates as she lets out an exasperated breath, "Just some dick at the club," She lies, "He was getting too touchy, and grabbed me from the other side the bar. Tig kicked him out for me. It's a minor thing, really. I'm fine."

His eyes narrow, "Those tears weren't caused by some touchy drunk, Scarlett. I've seen you deal with those assholes before. Just tell me what happened. Is this linked to your bruised knuckles a few weeks ago? You got yourself in some shit?"

Her head shakes and the tears finally come to a halt as she begins to figure out a convincing lie, "What? No, no. And, yes those tears were caused by a perverted man, because believe it or not, I don't like getting harassed by strangers. Happy?"

"No, I'm not," He snarls, starting to become annoyed that she's trying to lie her way out of this.

She sighs, wiping her under eyes one last time, "And why not, Jackson?"

"Cause you're not," Jax's jaw ticks, "Something's happened to you and you think that lying is gonna stop me from bothering you."

"Fucks sake," She groans, "I'm not lying."

As Jax opens his mouth to speak, his phone vibrates in his jeans pocket and he grinds his jaw in annoyance. He digs his phone out and raises a finger to point at Scarlett, "Don't fucking go anywhere."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm just gonna sprint off really quickly," She rolls her eyes as he turns her back to her while he answers the phone, groaning at whatever he's being told.

Eventually, the call ends and he snaps his phones hut and spins back to face her once more. He runs a hand over his face, pulling on his beard before explaining, "Luann's going crazy 'bout something. I need to go down to Cara Cara. You're coming with me," He motions to his bike as he steps towards it.

"I can't just leave Cami's truck out here," Scarlett snarls, "It's a seven mile walk from the centre of town."

"Then drive to the studio in the truck," He mutters, pulling his helmet down onto his head, "But I don't want you going anywhere, Scarlett. This conversation ain't over."

She tuts as she jumps into the truck, now convincing her mind to forget about her father, "Always so dramatic."

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    ARRIVING AT CARA CARA, Jax climbs off his bike and wanders over to the truck, knocking his knuckle on the window as Scarlett pulls the keys from the ignition. Her brows furrow as she puts the window
down and notices that his black hoodie is now gone from his frame, leaving him in a white t-shirt and his kutte.

He nods his head back to his bike, "My hoodie's on my bike if you want it," His eyes flick momentarily down to her bruising arm and she quickly catches onto his idea.

"Thank you," She says sincerely, though she still wishes she'd never bumped into him in the first place. Now she's got her father and Jax on her back.

He sends her a soft smile, tapping her window frame a couple of times, "Gimme me five minutes," He nods before walking away and entering the studio.

Once the door clicks closed behind him, Scarlett jumps down from inside the truck and makes her way to Jax's bike. She picks up his hoodie that he's sling over the seat and she frowns, frustrated with herself that she's got herself in this predicament with Jax. She spins and rests on the bike seat while fumbling with his hoodie before pulling it over her head.

As she rolls up the sleeves slightly so they don't swallow her, she watches as a white car rolls into the parking spot between the truck and Jax's bike. Scarlett recognises the girl inside as Ima so she just returns her attention to sorting with the jumper, knowing that the blonde pornstar is no one to worry about.

Ima slams her car door shut and her heeled boots click on the floor as she approaches the door. She spots Scarlett and speaks, "Uh, shouldn't you be polishing that bike, sweetie? Jax likes it nice and shiny," She smirks before disappearing inside.

Scarlett stares at the closing door with a clenched jaw, wishing she'd had to time to spit an insult before Ima went inside, but the blonde was quick to run away.

A few minute later and a black truck then rolls up, and Scarlett knows that Gemma's the one behind the wheel. Unser was able to get her a new car to replace the old one he trashed for the cover up story. Gemma's followed soon by Tig and Clay, both on their bikes.

"What the hell you doing here?" Clay asks as Gemma exits her vehicle.

"Luann called," Gemma spins to look at him as she replies, "She's freaking out." She begins to walk away shin.

"This is club business," Clay snarls as she swings his leg off his bike and pulls his helmet from his head, "You got no reason to intervene."

"What do you mean intervene?" Gemma looks at her husband in genuine confusion, "She's my friend. She needs to talk."

As the couple talk, Tig wanders over to Scarlett and they both exchange warm smiles of welcoming. The older man hugs her from the side before taking a seat on Jax's bike beside her, and together they watch the married pair argue.

"So, when she wants to talk, you what? Drop everything?" Clay snaps.

"Jesus christ," Gemma rolls her eyes, "What are you, three?"

"Get back to the garage," Clay demands harshly.

"Excuse me?" Gemma gasps.

"Last thing I need is for you running diva over a goddamn cum factory," He spits on her face.

"Asshole," She snaps, spinning on her heel and marching towards the studio door regardless of his words.

Clay grumbles inchorently under his breath as he grabs a large brick and throws it directly through the driver's window of Gemma's car. Scarlett shoots up off the bike in surprise, her mouth wide open and Tig lets out a groan.

"You stupid piece of shit!" Gemma yells as she strides back over furiously, looking at her husband with pure betrayal as he wanders away with his back to her.

"Go tell Jax," Tig elbows Scarlett, "I'll try sort this."

Scarlett snorts, "Good luck," Then she takes off rushing into the studio. She throws open the door, her eyes passing over the naked girls and men as she searches for the blonde biker.

"Cami!" Scarlett spots her best friend.

Camille spins around, brows raising, "You're back again? Is Luke okay?"

"He's fine," Scarlett rushes, "Where's Jax?"

A sly smirk grows on Camille's face, and she chuckles, "I know you'd spend your day off with hi—"

"We can discuss this later," Scarlett grumbles.

"Okay, okay," Camille says excitedly, looking forward to their chat later. She motions across the studio, "He's with Ima over there. On the same sofa you saw that dude get pegged earlier."

"Thank you," Scarlett steps away from her and makes her way over to the set from earlier on in the day. She notices from afar how Ima's legs are thrown over Jax's lap and his arm is thrown over her shoulder. Scarlett shakes her head, knowing she has no reason to be feeling the pang of jealousy, "Jax!" She calls.

Immediately, Jax's head snaps up and he's quickly throwing Ima's legs off him as he stands up to meet Scarlett, but Ima stands up with him, assuring that one of her body parts is always touching him.

"Jax," Scarlett begins, "You—"

"He's occupied, honey," Ima steps in between them slightly, "You should wait outside like you were told."

Jax's eyes widen slightly as he watches Scarlett's face contort into pure fury. Just as Scarlett steps forward to snarl in Ima's face, Jax catches her wrist and drags her away quickly before she has the chance to right-hook the blonde pornstar.

"Calm down," His hand moves from her arm down to her back, "I'm sorry. She's a little out of her mind."

Scarlett shakes her head, clearing the anger as she remembers the original purpose of her entering the studio for the second time today, "She's not the only one."

Quickly, Scarlett leads Jax outside, where his step-father and mother are still arguing as Clay tries to wreck her car even further with several kicks to the large tires. Scarlett sends a glare to Tig, wondering how he was trying to sort it, but he just shrugs back at her uselessly.

"Lay hands on me!" Gemma roars, "I'll slit your goddman throat! You are pathetic!" She whirls around to walk away, but her husband's hands latch onto her shoulders forcefully and as Jax rushes forward to intervene, Gemma instantly lets out a shrill scream and spins around again to shove Clay away, "Don't— Don't you touch. . ." She backs up, her arms wrapping around herself as she shakes, "Don't!"

As Gemma begins to sob, Scarlett approaches her, gently grabbing her shoulder. At the contact from a familiar female, Gemma reaches for Scarlett and latches onto her desperately, continuing to sob. Scarlett glares at Clay, shaking her head as she backs Gemma away slowly.

"It's okay," She whispers to the older woman as a blonde girl kindly holds the studio door open from them.

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robert miller and clay morrow hate club

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