❛ You're jealous of Wendy? ❜

chapter twenty three.

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THE NEXT MORNING, Jax's worry about Scarlett's whereabouts was calmed down after Luke assured him that she was okay and well. Luke hadn't mentioned that his girlfriend and her best friend were at the Winston's house as seen as Camille had called him last night and made him promise not to tell Jax where Scarlett was so that their ladies night could remain unruined.

Jax rolls to a stop on the road outside the house, sliding off his bike as Opie leaves the house and clicks the door shut. Hanging his helmet on the handles, Jax trudges across the front lawn and meets his best friend in the middle with a large hug.

"Gonna make this right, bro," He promises.

Opie grunts, patting his back before pulling away, "Yeah. Look, you trying to push me off this thing that happened. I know you're just trying to. . . Trying to watch my back."

Jax nods with a short smile, before he motions towards the road, "Come on. They're all waiting." He turns on his heel to return to his bike.

Ope hums in agreement before saying, "Your girl's inside, by the way. Her and Jones stole my wife from me last night."

He comes to a sharp halt before he reaches his bike. He turns once more, looking at the living room window at the front of the house, not managing to spot any movement inside, "She's been ignoring me," He mutters.

Opie laughs, marching over to the truck and throwing his door open, "Wouldn't be the first time."

Scarlett stands the other side of the window, her arms folded over her chest as she peers through the near shut blinds at Jax. He sends the house one last look before jumping on his bike and leading the way back to the Club. She lets out a deep breath once he disappears from her view and she turns around on her heel. She's thankful he didn't force her into a conversation just yet.

A smile develops on her face as her eyes land on her two closest friends on the two double mattresses laid out on the living room floor. Camille's splayed like a starfish, while Donna's rolled into a small ball on the small part of remaining mattress. Both of them are snoring their heads off, their mouths wide open and eyes rolled back. Opie had attempted to kiss his wife goodbye before he left, unfortunately waking Scarlett up instead of Donna. She grunted roughly at him, kicking him gently so that she could spread out further on her own mattress and he muttered a small apology before leaving, which was when she heard Jax's voice.

Scarlett nudges Cami gently with her foot, "Cami," She hears a small grunt in response, "I'm gonna take your truck to work."

Camille's eyes fly open, "Work," She splutters before rushing up into a sitting position, shaking Donna awake in the process, "I have to go to work."

Scarlett rolls her eyes, "Can you drop me off on the way, then?"

Camille's up immediately, her hands running frantically through her hair as she comes to terms with where she is, "Yes, yes. Okay. Let's go. Quick," She throws open the front door, "Bye, Don. Love you. See you later."

Donna shakes her head with a laugh, "See ya!"

Scarlett bends down, hugging her briefly before following after her best friend, "Message if you need anything else. Love you."

Donna nods in understanding, "Will do. Love you too!" She calls after them both before collapsing back onto her bed to regain the sleep she lost while with ATF.

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SCARLETT STEPS into the Clubhouse, her eyes immediately noticing the closed meeting room and sealed blinds, telling her that the Sons are busy. She runs her hands over her tired face. She'd attempted to freshen up in the truck with a random spare toothbrush and some wipes. Her fingers claw at her hair, trying to tame it slightly as another yawn escapes her. She's chewing on a piece of gum that she's fairly sure is a few years old. It had been a long time since she'd felt the after sleepover mood.

She hears the meeting room doors click open and she repositions herself slightly, preparing to completely ignore a certain blonde biker until she's forced to speak with him.

"Ay, Letty!" Chibs leaves first, bounding over to the bar and rubbing her head.

"Don't make it look worse," She swats his hand away before pulling a hair band off her wrist and quickly using it to tie her hair back. She licks her lips, eyes running over Chibs, Bobby and a few other waiting men, "What would you lads all like?"

Jax leaves the meeting room, his eyes immediately landing on the familiar brunette behind the bar. He moves forward to catch her in a conversation but Opie's hand grasps his shoulder, pulling him into a hug instead.

Out of the corner of her eye, Scarlett watches the moment between the two men, presuming that whatever happened between Ope and the Club is now settled. As Jax's eyes hit her once more, she quickly looks back at Chibs, desperately trying to avoid him.

She quickly clicks the lids off a set of beer bottles, sliding them along the bar to the men waiting, leaving one at the end furthest from her for Jax to collect.

His hands curl around the beer bottle and it's obvious he's recognising her avoiding techniques, "Scar—"

She doesn't even bother to look at him as she speaks, "I'm busy," She focuses on filling a tankard off pulled beer.

"What the hell are you mad at me for?" His face screws up in confusion, "I've been trying to reach you. I was worried sick, Scarlett."

Scarlett glances momentarily at him, "Seem fine to me."

He clenches his jaw, "You seriously ain't gonna tell me what I've done?"

"It doesn't matter," She mumbles, "You haven't done anything."

"Then speak to me, and tell me why you've been ignoring my calls and texts," He slides closer when another men slips away from the bar with his drink, "Something happened that I need to know about?"

She rolls her tongue over her teeth, "No. Everything's fine."

"Scar—"

Her glare snaps to him, knowing the only way to get him to shut up is to hint towards the source of her mood, "You and Wendy enjoy yourself yesterday?"

He falls silent in complete confusion and his eyes pull together as his mind wracks to figure what she means. He tilts his head at her, "What the hell are you on about?"

She shrugs, eyes moving back to the bar as she wipes it down, "Just a question."

"Would you fucking look at me?" He snarls, waiting until she's glaring directly at him again before he continues, "You talking about Wendy showing up at the hospital yesterday? Scarlett, that's not my goddamn fault. She just showed up and wanted to see her kid."

She leans closer to him, her anger rising as she grinds out, "I know that. You two just seemed very close, is all."

"She is still my wife," He states simply.

Slightly in shock of his words, her face falls and she backs away again, scoffing and shaking her head, "Okay, well, I don't enjoying being two-timed."

He curses lowly at himself, "Fuck. I didn't mean it like that, okay? I—"

"I heard you," She hums, "You should get back to Club shit," She motions towards the rest of his Club members across the room, "We can speak later."

"Scarlett—" He attempts to reach for her hand.

She lifts it into the air, escaping his grasp and she glares over at him through her eyelashes, "Fuck off, Jax."

He swallows thickly, practically feeling the anger radiate off her, "Let me ride you home after your shift."

"I'll walk," She snaps, "Like I did yesterday."

His brows shoot up in concern, "You walked back to Jones' from the hospital? What the fuck, Scarlett? That's five goddamn miles. I would've dropped you off."

She rolls her jaw, "You were occupied. Now, fuck off, would you?"

He clicks his tongue, pushing away from the bar and holding his arms in the air as a surrender, "Fine."

She keeps her eyes on her hands until he's turned his back to her. She watches as he disappears into the meeting room as Tig leaves. Tig makes his way directly towards the bar, his finger dropping to tap rhythmically on the wooden surface. Scarlett rolls her shoulders back, her eyes flicking from the meeting room to him as she tries to forget about the blonde biker the best she can.

"Everything alright, Scar?" Tig asks after requesting his drink.

"Mhm," She hums lowly, "Fine. Everything alright with you?"

Tig's foot begins to bounce out of her sight, "Great."

Little did the woman behind the bar know that the man opposite her was planning the murder of one of her oldest friends; Opie Winston.

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MUCH LATER THAT DAY, with her shift slowly getting closer to finishing time, Scarlett rests on her usual stool, crossing her legs. She rests her elbows on the bar, digging her hands into her hair and staring down at the pattern of the wood below her. Her head rumbles with dozens of thoughts. Her brother, her parents, and Jax. For years she'd done well by not thinking about the blonde man every second, but lately it's proven to be quite difficult.

Chibs strides out of the dorm hallway, glancing around the clubhouse for a moment before spotting Scarlett and making his way over. Slowly and gently, he rests his hand on her shoulder, "What's up, Letty?"

She lets out a deep breath, dropping her hands from her head and sitting straight on the stool, "Nothing, Chibs. I'm good. You want something to drink?"

He chuckles, "Don't tempt me," He shakes his head for a moment before pointing behind him at the dorm hallway he'd just walked down, "Jackie wants to see you."

She sighs heavily, "Not sure if I want to see him."

Chibs laughs, rolling his eyes, "That's a loud of toss, that. You've loved that lad since you were kids. Go speak to him, Letty, or I'll fecking drag you."

Scarlett gasps sarcastically, "Okay, okay," She slips out from behind the bar, "You sure you don't want a beer before I leave?"

He waves her off, "How incapable do you think I am, lass? Now go, would you?"

As she makes her way down the hallway, she chuckles quietly. No matter what, Chibs always does a great job of making her laugh. She reaches Jax's door and takes a deep breath, mentally calming herself before goes in there. The last thing she wants is to get so angry with him that there's no going back.

Not bothering to knock, she nudges the already open door wider, revealing herself to the occupant of the room, who is sat on the end of his bed with his foot tapping. His head snaps up to meet her when he hears the familiar creak of his door.

"You gon' explain why you're pissed at me now?" His head tilts, as he rests his elbows on his knees and interlocks his hands between his legs.

"It doesn't matter anymore,"
Scarlett huffs, folding her arms over her chest.

"Bullshit," Jax snaps, "It's clearly still bothering you."

Scarlett swallows thickly, her jaw ticking, "Do you and her still fuck? Wendy, I mean."

His face screws up, almost in disgust until he scoffs at the thought, "Fuck no. When I said she was my wife earlier, I didn't mean it like that, Scar. I haven't touched Wendy like that since I abandoned her when she first got pregnant, a'ight? Are you seriously jealous? Is that why you're asking me about this shit?"

Her nostrils flare slightly, "Oh, I apologise for being jealous of your wife."

A smirk is pulled across his lips and he uses his head to motion her towards him. Licking her lips, she moves closer, positioning herself between his manspread legs. His hands run up her legs before resting comfortably on her waist, his eyes never once leaving her face.

"You're jealous of Wendy?" He teases, "The same girl you used to fight and beat in high school?"

"You were jealous of Juice not that long back, mister," She counters, her hands running over his hair, "You ain't one to talk."

Jax clenches his jaw for a moment at the memory before his eyes flick up and down her body. His thumbs begin to rub her hip bones as his gaze catches hers once more, "You finished your shift?"

Her head lifts to glance at his clock before she hums, "Yeah. A minute ago."

"Good," He mumbles, "Plenty of time, then."

Before she can speak, he pulls her down onto his lap, with legs straddling his hips whilst his palms run smoothly up her body until one rests on her cheek and the other grasps one of her ass cheeks. She smirks, and quickly he connects their lips as he feels himself grow hard in his boxers under his jeans.

She obviously feels it too because as they continue to make out, she slowly begins to grind on his crotch, causing both of them to let out a small moan.

She pulls away for a moment, one of her hands resting on his cheek and rubbing the bristle of his beard, "Fuck you, Jax Teller."

"I'm waiting for you too," He smirks.

Her eyebrows raise daringly and a moment later, she's pushed him onto his back before reconnecting their lips while her hands face down his body before fiddling with the zip of his jeans.

"So fucking cliche," She mutters against his lips.

"Mhm," Is all he can mumble in response, his mind too distracted by her hands dangerously near his erection.

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RAHHHHH you got robbed again hehehehe
i promise i'll write a proper smut scene at some point

word count,
2349