Chapter 7

🍑 Savannah's POV 🍑My work was boring most days and today was no different. I spent my morning going through numbers in spreadsheet after spreadsheet and replying to emails when needed, my mind never far from Jax. How had he managed to get inside my head in a matter of twenty-four hours? I always considered myself to have an extremely high level of willpower but Jax was proving to be a test. That's what it had to be. Jax has to be a test, to see if I could restrain myself from going all "super-whore". Well, he had met his match. I made a deal with myself right then and there... If I'm six months, Jax and I were still dating or whatever, I would sleep with him but not until then. It was nothing against him, this was for me. I needed to know that I could be in a relationship with someone, build a relationship, and maintain a relationship without adding sex into the mix. If things kept going like they were, I was going to have one hell of a fight on my hands.

I glanced at the date for Saturday... August 14th. I counted six months from that date. And weren't that just my luck? Out of 365 days in a year, I had picked the most "love" based day is then all... Valentine's Day. Well I have his gift if were still together then I guess I thought to myself. I just hoped I wasn't setting myself up for failure by making this rule for myself.

I marked the date in my calendar with an eggplant- yes, I'm that cheesy- and locked my phone. Setting my mind back on work, I came across an invoice for Teller-Morrow Garage that need to be paid. I knew who the "Teller" was in Teller-Morrow but not the Morrow. I'm assuming it's a co-owner. I did a quick google search for "Morrow & Charming, California". I was bombarded with link after link linking the garage to "gun-running gangbangers". Then I came across a link to a Gemma Teller-Morrow. My stomach knotted before I even started reading it because I know this had to be Jax's mother. I looked for a picture and sure enough,no found one. I couldn't help but think that she didn't look like a killer, not that I knew what a killer was supposed to look like or that there was a "killer look". She had one serious case of RBF, I'll give her that. I caught myself harboring hate for this woman even though I didn't know her. I hated her for she had did to Jax. I mean seriously, how can you kill your own daughter in law?

The article said that Gemma was still on the run, and that the SBI was involved the case.

If I was wanted by the SBI, where would I run?Who would I ask for help?How can someone hide for over a year?These are just some of the thoughts that ran though my head as I continued to read the link after link. I came across another article that told of a bombing at the garage. According to the article, the garage hadn't sustained any damage but the "club house on the property was a total loss." I scrolled through a few more that seemed to repeat things I'd already read until and arrive about "John Teller" popped up. He told of how he had been involved in an accident with an eighteen wheeler and it had caused him to lose his life. Included was a picture of the accident. Looking at the photo of the accident, there wasn't any wonder John Teller hadn't survived. His bike was nothing more than mangled up metal, while thr truck seemed to be in perfect condition. It shocked me than that Jax was practically an orphan. His father was deceased and his mother was on the run. He truly only had his boys.

My hearts ached for him in that moment. I kind of knew how he felt because I only had my grandpa. My father was never in the picture. If fact, all I know about him is that he was Russian and I supposedly looked like him. According to the story my mother told me, she met him while based in Russia. She was a nurse in the US Army. According to her, she met him in a bar one night, they hooked up and I was the result. Come to think of it, I don't even know if my father knows I exist. Any time I would ask my mother about him, she would just say there was nothing to tell. Maybe I should look into doing some ancestry stuff I thought to myself. But then talked myself out of when I remembered that I had no idea what his name was.

The phone on my desk began to ring. Looking at the flashing night on the display, I saw that the call was coming from reception.

"What's up Abby?"

"Just wanted to inform you that I have made the reservations for us this weekend."

Shit! I had completely forgot that I had made plans to go out with Abby this weekend. She was going to be pissed!

"Yeah, about that..."

"Don't you dare cancel on me Savannah Jackson!"

"I have to. I have a date."

"With Jax I'm assuming?"

"Yes."

"Well why don't you guys come hang out with us?"

"He's carrying me to a wedding."

"Oh that's right! I heard Chibby was getting married. Bet that turns into one hell of a reception."

"Chibby?"

"Chibs. Hes the Irishman. He's older than Jax. Like way older. He's probably 50ish."

"Oh. Well I haven't met any of Jax's friend so thr wedding is going to be the first time I meet any of them."

"It will be great. There ain't no party like a SAMCRO party, that's for sure."

"Can we reschedule for another weekend? Or maybe Friday night?"

"Friday's a no go. I have a date myself."

"Ok. Well we'll figure it. What are you doing for lunch?"

"I'm thinking of ordering a grilled chicken salad from the diner in town. What about you?"

"That's actually sounds amazing. But can you add a bacon cheeseburger and fries to it?"

"Picking up much for Jax?"

"I'm returning the favor for all he did for me yesterday."

"I hear ya."

Ok, call the order in and lunch is on me for canceling on you."

"You won't hear me argue with you when it comes to free lunch."

"Okay."

Placing the receiver back in its cradle, I grabbed my purse from the bottom drawer and closed my office door on the way out. Abby was just hanging up the phone when I made it to reception. She gave me the total and I headed off to the diner. I just hoped Jax was at the garage.

The sound of air guns and rock music greeted me as I pulled into the lot of TM. The Tahoe was in the lot so that gave me hope that Jax was here even though it didn't actually mean he was. He could have taken the bike somewhere. The bike...Just thinking about riding that bike yesterday brought back memories of how Jax smelled. And he smelled amazing. Nothing too strong but it was nice. His very own personal scent of tobacco, fresh air, and the perfect amount of male pheromones.

As I walked closer to the garage, i scanned the parking lot looking for remains of the building that I had read bout that was blown up. I could tell where the building had been, but there was nothing left now but empty space. That's when I caught sight of him. He was working under the hood of some kind of small car. Picking up the pace, I hurried over to him. I couldn't resist smacking him on the ass when I reached him. He came out from under the hood of the car so fast, he hit his head on the hood.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you? Are you okay? Let me make sure your okay."

Sitting the bag of food I was carrying down on the car, i placed a hand on each side of his face and pulled his down to me. He had a small bump right at his hairline but no blood. Without even thinking, I did something that my mom used to do to me whenever I got hurt. I kissed it. She always asked me when I got a "boo boo" if kissing it made it better. But I didn't ask him that. I was about to until I pulled back and  looked into Jax's eyes and saw pure, adulterated desire in them.Oh boy....His hands went to my waist and pulled me to him where he then wrapped them around me. Anyone who saw us standing like this would immediately know there was some kind of chemistry there. I suddenly began to worry. Would his friends like me?Did they want him moving on with his life so soon?Would they think I was just some "flavor of the week" and that he would kick me to the curb?Needing to think about anything else, I spoke.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You're not just telling me that are you?"

"No. Why would I do that?"

"Just curious I guess."

My hands were still on his face, gently stroking his cheek. I hadn't even realized was was doing it until I heard a felt him lean his head more into one of my hands.

"That's feels nice" said Jax.

Unsure what to say, I said the first thing that came to mind.

"I brought you lunch. You like bacon cheeseburgers right? Oh god, don't tell me your vegan or something. If you are, you can have my salad."

"No, not vegan and I love bacon cheeseburgers."

"Great. Yours is in the bag. I got to run though. I have much for Abby- the receptionist at Charming Heights- so I need to get going."

"Okay, thanks for the lunch."

"You're welcome. I gotta go."

💀 Jax's POV 💀Even though her words said she had to go, he body didn't move a muscle. Looking down at her, I took in her appearance. Hair pulled back from her face, makeup done to perfection, and bright red lipstick stained her lips. Lips that I could almost feel wrapped around my cock, milking every last drop out until I couldn't take anymore...I really needed to get a grip on my thoughts. This woman was going to get tired of seeing me with a hard on when looking at her. She was going to think I've as some kind of pervert of something if I didn't get myself under control.

"Thought you were leaving?" I said when neither of us made a move to let the other walk away.

"I am."

"Doesn't look like it."

She then dropped her hands from my face and backed away. I immediately missed the feel of her hands on my face and the heat of her body presses against mine.

"See you later?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Ok. Enjoy your lunch."

And with that, she started walking out of the garage and to her Jeep Wrangler. I watched as her hips swayed from side to side, hypnotizing me with each step she took. She had worn dark colored dress slacks- again no panty lines- and a floral top today that hugged all her curves in just the right way. Turning back to the shop, I noticed I wasn't the only one who had been watching her walk away. One of the newest prospects, Binky, was practically drooling.

"See something you like prospect?"

"Dude, she is built like a fucking porn star. Is she single?"

"Yes, but not for long."

"Oh shit, sorry man."

"Get back to work."

Binky went back to sweeping the floors while I gathered my brain cells.

At 6:00, I locked up the garage and was headed for the Tahoe to head home when Tig stopped me. Tig and I hadn't always been the closest of brothers but now I considered him one of the best guys I knew. Granted, he was a little odd, but that's just Tig. None of us would change a damn thing about him.

"What's up man?" I asked.

"Lyla called. Needs you to take a look at some things over at Redwoody."

Lyla was Opie's wife. She was a retired pornstar who now worked behind the camera producing movies. Her years of experience acting made her a genius behind the camera . She had made the club and herself a good amount of money in the year and a half she had been running the show over there. She was raising her son, and Opie's two kids since his piece of shit mom couldn't be bothered to take them. Mary- Opie's mom- never raised Opie so I don't know why it came as such a shock that she didn't want anything to do with her own grandkids. And they were great kids. It wasn't like they were always in trouble or anything.

"Can it wait?"

"No, she said it was important."

"Ok. I'll run over there. Can you make sure to lock the gate when you leave?"

"Absolutely."

The drive to Redwoody was a short one but not one I had been planning on taking. I had planned on rushing home to the kids and hopefully getting to see Savannah. But, the bosses job was never done.

Pulling into the lot of the studio I noticed Lylas car was the only one in the parking lot. After parking the Tahoe, I switched off the engine and made my way to the entrance. I found Lyla in the office, reviewing footage.

"Hey Jax." She said looking up from the computer screen when I entered the office.

"Hey Lyla. What's up?"

"I was going though out inventory list and noticed a few anomalies. Nothing huge, but enough to throw things off."

"What kind of things?"

"A few of the costumes, props, and supplies are missing. I've watched the cameras to see if I could catch anyone walking out with anything but who ever it is but be avoiding the cameras."

"Any suspicions?"

"Not really."

"Okay, so what do you need?"

"More security cameras to cover the blind spots would be great is that's in the budget."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah. But it's more of a personal favor than professional."

"What's up?"

"My mom is coming into town. As you know, my parents are really big in church. Well, they don't know what I do for work. They want to hang out with me one day at work and obviously I can't have them hanging out here. When the topic of my job came up, I told them I was a bookkeeper at TM hoping they wouldn't want to hang out in a garage all day long. Well that backfired. Dad has a new found love for all things mechanical that I didn't know about when I lied about my job."

"And you need me to place you in the office for a day?"

"More than a day actually. They are going to be in town for a week."

"And who will run Redwoody while your at TM?"

"I was thinking of shutting down production for a week, give the girls a break."

"Can we afford to do that?"

"Yes."

"Ok. When do they get here?"

"They arrive Sunday so I'll need to start "working" at TM Monday."

"Stop by Friday when you lock up and I'll get one of the prospects to show you how the computer system works."

"Really? Okay. Thanks so much Jax for doing this for me. I owe you one!"

"You owe me nothing darling. I promised Ope I'd look after you and that lady what I'm doing."

"Well, thanks anyway. I don't tell you enough how much I appreciate everything you have done for me and the kids."

"Like I said, no thanks needed. Anyway, I'll get Montez to schedule a guy to come out and install more cameras. Hopefully he can do it while we're things are shut down next week. Anything else?"

"No. That's it."

"Okay, then I guess I'll see you Saturday at Chibs's wedding?"

"Wouldn't miss it!"

"See you then."