Page 7 of Rodeo (Marked Skulls MC 2)
“Make sure that he does a good job on your door, he owes you that,” she said and then jumping off her stool to give Jordan a quick hug, Lila walked away from us to go find Girth.
Jordan and I were left alone again, and she still couldn’t meet my eyes.
“I guess we should head back then, I should get started on that door,” I said and she nodded her head.
“Yeah, sounds good,” she said and got off the stool.
“I’ll have to get my toolbox, it’s probably here somewhere, and then we’ll have to stop by the hardware store so I can buy some materials,” I told her.
“Okay,” she said meekly.
“Jordan, I’m sorry if you didn’t like being here. I know we all got into a few fights today but that’s only because tensions are really high and all of us are still upset about Fred’s death. I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me. I don’t want you to stop trusting me with your safety,” I said. She shook her head, her dark eyes were bright and wide, her red lips were slightly parted in that sexy way which made me want to thrust my cock right into her mouth.
“It’s fine…I’m just a little jittery since the shooting. I’m fine,” she said.
After that, I left to go find my toolbox and then we left the bar. Some of my brothers made fun of me as we were walking out with my toolbox in hand. I knew they were going to give me a lot of grief for some time because I had broken down an innocent girl’s door. There was also another element to it—I never brought back women to the bar. I had never introduced a girl to my friends before.
Jordan had a smile on her face as she heard my friends calling after me. We walked out of the bar and then towards the bike. I gave her my hand so she could jump up and then I sat down in front of her.
Jordan hesitantly wound her arms around my torso. Our bodies touching again made me weak. I wanted to turn around and take her right there on my bike. I could still taste her on my lips, I knew how tight her pussy was and I wanted more.
“Hold on tight,” I said instead, and she clasped her hands together in front of me. I could feel her breath falling on my back as she sat there and her big voluptuous breasts sometimes grazed against my back as I rode the bike. What was I still doing with this girl? Why had I brought her to Church?
Maybe now, after I had fixed the door, we could part ways. I had work to do, I had to make sure that I found that bald guy from Hell’s Drifters and gave him what he deserved. Jordan was only going to end up slowing me down. She was a distraction.
I was responsible for her as long as the door of her apartment was broken, after that, she was going to have to be on her own.
I rode us to the hardware store, where I bought the materials I needed and Jordan offered to carry them for me as I rode us back to her apartment. I followed her upstairs, carrying all the things and I watched the way her ass moved in that dress as she walked ahead of me.
We had spoken very little since the bar. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but I was thinking about how fiercely I had wanted to protect her that morning. How sweet she had tasted in my mouth, how crazy beautiful she looked when she came for me.
But I had to cut off Jordan from my life before I became any weaker. I should have been out there, hunting down the man who killed Fred right now, instead of fixing the door of a girl’s apartment.
***
I was hammering a nail into the side of the door, when Jordan brought me a glass of lemonade. I was crouched down on the floor and I turned to take it from her. It was exactly the thing I needed right now.
“I’m sorry if you’d rather have a cold beer, I don’t have any in the apartment at the moment,” she told me and I straightened up and took a long gulp of the sweet drink.
“This is good, thank you,” I said and then tested the door, swinging it into place.
“I’ve re-attached the chain lock and added a bolt lock you didn’t have before,” I said and showed her how it worked. Jordan nodded her head and smiled.
“Thanks, that’s better,” she said and when our eyes met again, she looked away from me. I could see that she was upset about something. I shut the door, bolted the lock and followed her into the living room.
“Are you okay?” I asked and Jordan sighed and ran a hand through her long dark hair.
“I’m just worried, about everything. But thank you for your help, I do feel safer now,” she said and clasped her hands together nervously.
“Are you worried about them finding you?” I asked and she nodded her head. That was a stupid question, of course she was.
“I’m not sure if a few locks on the door is going to stop them if they really want to get to me. You saw how easy it was for you to knock the door down,” she said and there was a strain in her voice. She was right. A door and a few locks wasn’t going to slow the Hell’s Drifters down. When they wanted to come find her, they would be armed and come in pairs. I knew how the system worked.
I clenched my jaws and stepped towards Jordan. She was watching me with her watery dark eyes.
“I’m sorry for whining, I shouldn’t be making you feel guilty. You have your own problems to deal with,” she continued and I put the glass down on her coffee table.
“You’re afraid for your life, and that is understandable. I’m going to keep an eye on your place, nothing is going to happen,” I told her. I wasn’t sure why I was taking on this additional responsibility, but I wanted her to be safe. If anything happened to Jordan…
“No, you don’t owe me that. We don’t know each other, it’s not like I’m your friend or anything,” she said and I stepped closer to her.
“It’s not about what you owe me, Jordan. I want to see you safe. I don’t want those bastards to get to you, that is all,” my voice was gruff and deep. Her eyelashes fluttered on her soft cheeks, she was looking up at me with her wide bright eyes and I couldn’t look away from her.
“I just wanted to get on with my life. I’ve been trying to have a normal life…” she said and then broke away. Turning from me, she covered her face with her hands and I could see her shoulders quaking. I hated seeing her cry, I clenched my fists and tried to control the rage building up in me.
“Jordan…” I said her name and she whipped around to me.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been for me. I’m tired of being nothing, of not being able to earn a decent living. I’ve been going to Community College, I’m trying to become a teacher but all this…” she broke down again and I reached for her shoulders.
My fingers clasped around her arms and I held her firmly, forcing her to look up at me and meet my eyes.
“You’re going to do it. I promise you, this is all going to go away very soon. I’m taking care of it,”
I said, holding her gaze firmly. Jordan looked like she didn’t believe me. Like she had been disappointed too often in her lifetime to take my word.
“Maybe it’s just not meant to be. Maybe I’m just destined to be a waitress at a stupid diner all my life. I can’t study like this, I can’t pass those exams…I’m always going to have this hanging over my head,” she cried and fat tears rolled down her cheeks and her lips were pouted. Jordan was one of those girls who looked even more beautiful when she cried. She looked vulnerable.
I shook her lightly by her arms.
“I’m going to take care of this. This is going to go away, the Hell’s Drifters are going to go away, just give me a few days. Just hold on tight for a bit longer,” I said, hoping to convince her.
Jordan remained silent, and then she dabbed at the tears on her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
“My mother was an alcoholic, my grandfather was an alcoholic too…it’s why I don’t have any beers in my home. I don’t ever want to be tempted. Like right now, I could really use a drink, you know?” she said and forced a weak laugh as she wiped her tears away.
I peered into her eyes, stroking her arms as I held her.
“That is not going to happen. You’re going to get past this, and you’re not going to need a drink,” I said and she nodded her head, like she was trying to convince herself.
I let go of her arms and she stepped away from me. She shook her hands like there was dirt on it, she started pacing around the room and I could see that she was on an adrenaline rush.
“I just need to distract myself. I just need to keep myself busy,” she said and I watched her, following her around the room with my eyes. I gulped, because I had a pretty good idea of what we could do to keep her busy.
***
“I mean, I just need to shake this off and get over it!” Jordan was continuing in the same excitable tone. I could see that she was struggling with all the emotions coursing through her veins. I had to help.
