Todos los capítulos de Jax - Saved by the Biker President: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

An hour later and I realise just how hard it can be. I’ve messed up a few pints, but practise makes perfect as Creep keeps telling me. He laughs at my failed attempt number six and pours it down the sink. “Ryker, what can I get you?” asks Creep in a cheery tone as Ryker takes a seat at the bar. “Usual,” mutters Ryker. Creep sets about showing me Ryker’s usual, which is easy, a whisky neat. I place it on the bar and Ryker looks up. “Does Pres know you’re behind the bar?” I shrug, “I was bored, I don’t want paying or anything.” There’s a commotion coming from Jax’s office and we all look in that direction as the door swings open and a woman stomps out, followed by Jax. “I asked you and you turned me away for fucking Bea, I’m sick of it Jax,” she screams. “Someone get in here and clean this fucking mess up,” yells Jax. Creep shoves a sweeping brush and dustpan in my hands, and I glare at him, “Me?” He nods, gently pushing me in the direction of Jax’s office. Great, now I’m the sl

It’s getting late, I have a shit tonne of paperwork to plough through but the raucous laughter coming from the clubhouse keeps dragging my attention away from business. I throw my pen down and rub my forehead in frustration, maybe I should just go and seewhat’s going on out there and get back to this shit later on when the place is quieter. I throw my pen down and head out to the main room. There’s a crowd of my men at the bar. They’re cheering loudly and I head over to see what all the fuss is about. I’m astounded by the sight before me. Sophia is laid out on the bar whilst a few of the guys do body shots from her stomach. Her shirt is tied into a knot above her pierced navel, and her arms are laid out above her head in a teasing pose. I look around, hoping Tank is witnessing this shit and feels just as pissed about it as me. But when I scan the room, I spot him sitting over the other side talking to Ryker. I head over with my blood pumping, rushing through my veins, ready to burs

I stare after her, watching through the window in the door, as she walks across the clubhouse to the bar. Tank is seated there and he turns as she approaches. He’s assessing her, occasionally glancing at the office like he’s expecting me to run out after her. Maybe he’s worked out what we just did. I groan, hating that I’ve screwed him over. I grab the keys to my bike and pull on my leather kutte. I need to get out of here and clear my head. I feel Sophia’s eyes follow me as I sweep through the club house and then I hear Candy’s heels click after me. “Jax, Jax,” she shouts, until I stop and turn to face her. “Fancy company?” I glance at Sophia who’s watching the exchange between us. An ache builds in my chest at what I’m about to do. I give a slight nod, then force myself to hold out my hand until she takes it with a huge grin on her face. Sophia turns her back, busying herself behind the bar, and I lead Candy out to my bike. I don’t want company. I don’t want to be around anoth

My heart slams hard in my chest as adrenaline is released into my body and I slowly uncover my head. “I thought . . . I just expected . . .” “I’d never fucking hit you, rabbit. I don’t beat on women.” He holds out a hand and I hesitantly place mine in it. He helps me to my feet. “Look, I don’t think you’re a risk to the club. Maybe you should go, staying here isn’t working out.” His words surprise me. They’re not what I expected and now a million thoughts race through my mind, my first being where the fuck will I go. I’d kinda gotten used to the idea of staying here. “I have nowhere to go,” I mutter, frowning. Jax shrugs, turning his back and walking over to his desk. “You’ll find somewhere. I’m sure you have a friend that’ll put you up for a few nights until you’re sorted. Maybe Harlow? And I can ask around my nightclubs to see if there’s any bar work?” When he looks back over to me, his eyes are empty, like he’s bored of seeing me and it sends an instant pain to my heart. The

He breaks the kiss before it’s really begun and holds me at arm’s length, “Shit, sorry, I wasn’t hitting on you.” I chew nervously on my lower lip, I want to say I hated that kiss, but I didn’t. I give my head a shake. What the fuck am I doing, sleeping with his president, then kissing him right after he told me about the woman he loved. I push to stand. “Sorry I shouldn’t have let that happen.” Tank grabs a hold of my hand and turns me to face him. Even with him sitting, his head still almost reaches my chest. “We are gonna happen, Sophia, I just want it to be the right time for both of us.” He tugs my hand gently so that I am stood between his open legs and he places a large hand on my cheek, staring intently into my eyes. He’s different from Jax, gentler. He presses his lips against mine once more, our lips locked in a lingering kiss. He stands without breaking the kiss and runs his fingers through my hair, gripping it gently at the roots and angling my head so that he can dee