Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) by Chiah Wilder Read Free Book Online Page B

Can I give you another hug?”
    As his warm smile caressed her, Cherri’s eyes misted and she nodded. He squeezed her in his large arms, making her feel appreciated and protected. From behind her, she heard the door open and slam against the wall. Peeking over her shoulder, Jax emerged from the doorway—red-faced, eyes blazing, and fists clenched.
    “What the fuck is going on here?” he demanded.

Chapter Five
    “H ow in the fuck is this your business?” Gunner growled back, his arms still clasped around Cherri.
    Seeing her practically nude in Gunner’s arms made Jax’s hazel eyes darken like angry thunderclouds. He wanted to pound the old man to a bloody pulp. He picked up one of the iron chairs and chucked it across the room, its impact shattering the mirror on the side wall. Gunner sprung off the couch and grabbed Jax. “What the fuck is your goddamned problem?”
    “Don’t you fuckin’ touch her. Stay away from her.”
    Gunner threw a confused look at Cherri. “You his property? He claim you?”
    Looking down, face turned away, she shook her head.
    Directing his attention back to Jax, he said, “Seems like you got no say in this, so get the fuck outta here.” He shoved Jax backward.
    “Don’t mess with me, old man.” Jax’s muscles twitched and bulged from the tension.
    “I don’t wanna mess with you. If you get the fuck out now, everything is cool.”
    Jax glanced at Cherri. Biting her nail, she avoided him.
    “She’s not supposed to be dancing.” Jax stared hard at Gunner.
    “She’s not on stage, and what two adults have goin’ on in here is none of your fuckin’ business. For the last time, take your fuckin’ ass outta here.” Gunner took a couple of steps toward Jax.
    Jax lunged for Gunner, whose fist smashed against Jax’s jaw. Stumbling for a moment, he pitched forward and punched back. The two of them hammered and knocked each other senseless. Cherri screamed, “Stop, now! Stop!”
    Ignoring Emma as she burst into the room, the two men kept bashing each other even as the blood spurted from their faces. Rushing into the hallway, Emma cried for help.
    Banger, Chas, and Ruben raced in with Holt on their heels. They pulled the guys apart.
    “What the fuck’s goin’ on?” Banger roared.
    Wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, Gunner replied, “This fuckin’ punk is abusing his position as Sergeant-at-Arms. He’s got a thing for Cherri, but she ain’t been claimed. He needs to back the fuck off right now, or I’ll do somethin’ that’s gonna land me in the pen.” Gunner’s body shook with fury, his nostrils flaring.
    “What the fuck, Jax?” Banger’s eyes bored straight into his, waiting for a response.
    Jax, rubbing his swelling jaw, said, “The fuckin’ old man needs to learn she’s off-limits to the brothers.” He wrapped his arms around Cherri’s trembling shoulders.
    “Have you claimed her?”
    Jax flung a defiant glare at Banger and tugged Cherri closer to him.
    “Well, have you?” Banger swung around and faced Cherri. “Are you Jax’s woman?”
    Shifting from one foot to the other, eyes cast downward, Cherri’s white-blonde head shook as she said in a half-whisper, “No.”
    With fury in his eyes, Banger yelled at Jax, “Get the hell outta here! You’ve no stake in her. She and Gunner can do what the fuck they want. You’re outta fuckin’ line on this one.”
    Without saying a word, Jax tossed Cherri away from him. She stumbled and fell, landing on the couch. He stormed out of the room into the bar area. “That fuckin’ old man better watch out, ’cause I’m not done with him yet. Asshole!” he yelled. He slammed his fist on the bar, pain ripping through his hand. Feeling a cool rag on his face, he whipped around and saw Peaches standing next to him, wiping away the drying blood.
    “What happened, baby?” she cooed. “I’m here now, and I’m gonna take care of my best guy. I love you, baby. I love everything about you.