Chapter Nine
Hide:
*put or keep out of sight. *prevent someone or something from being seen. *prevent an emotion or fact from being apparent or known; keep secret.
*conceal oneself.
~Savage~
“Dude, come on, it’s just a little wager. Real or fake?” I glance at the blonde as she licks her lips and smiles seductively at Jax.
“Real,” Jax mumbles without conviction.
“You’re on. There is no way that she is blessed with that ass and real tits. It’s either one or the other, not both.” I’m sure that’s a lie but I’ve only found the perfect combination one time in my life, and that was 2 ½ years ago.
I make my way to the bar and lean in real close. “Hey, Sugar, see that man over there.” She turns her head and looks toward Jax. “Well, he is in need of some company, but he likes the non-traditional kind of company that involves you being sandwiched in between the two of us. Do you think that would interest you at all tonight?” She doesn’t look like the type to take a complete stranger up on this crazy-ass offer, but she places her hand in mine and lets me lead her to our table.
“What’s your name, Sugar?”
“Sami, with an i.”
“Hey, Jax, this is Sami, Sami this is Jax. I’m going to be your sun tonight and Jax will be your moon.” Jax looks at me with murder in his eyes. What the hell? This is right up his alley; he didn’t even have to work for it.
“My Pleasure, Sami,” he responds as he leans forward to kiss her hand.
We have been to this bar a number of times and know the best secret hiding places to go. I lead Sami to a room in the back that has a do not disturb door hanger that I place on the front.
“Is he coming? I only have thirty minutes.”
Obviously I was wrong about the type of woman she seemed to be. “Of course, Sugar. He just wants me to get you warmed up.” She grabs my face and slants her mouth over mine, then threads her fingers into my hair. Releasing one side of my head, she snakes her hand down to my crotch and proceeds to rub me through my slacks. Shit! I don’t like an aggressive woman. This bottle blonde might be a Dominatrix and I was too stupid to pick up on that little personality trait. I reach up to caress her breasts, but she places her hand over mine and squeezes hard letting me know how she likes it. Definitely not real and Jax owes me twenty.
My mind wanders to a few years ago when I found the realest thing there is on Miami Beach Boardwalk.
“There you go, Big Boy. Why don’t you show me what you’ve got?”
Damn, I need my extremely Dominant partner to come in here and show this woman the right way to do it. “Give me a minute, Sugar. I’ll go get Jax.” I have watched this man work in The X Club and I look forward to seeing him put this woman in her place. It just doesn’t feel right to have a woman call the shots in the bedroom. I quickly make my way out to the bar to find Jax right where I left him. “Dude, you don’t get to keep the twenty, but she isn’t going to wait all night.” His phone beeps right at that second, notifying him of a text.
“Shit! Sorry, Mate. I gotta go. I’ll see ya when I see ya. Remember, Montauk by Sunday.”
“Dammit, Jax.” He walks away before I can tell him that I was going to hand over the reins and head home. I have Livvy on the brain and it doesn’t feel right to be with this woman when I have a hard-on for another. I really don’t want to deal with the confrontation that is about to happen in the back room, so I wait two minutes and leave the bar the way I came in.
~Olivia~
“I can’t tell you where I’m going because I don’t know. I only know that I have to go before he hurts my son or me more than he already has. I would prefer that no one knows where I am until we are safe.”
“No, Olivia. We need to go to the police. You have to report the abuse and the threats, so he doesn’t get away with it. You can stay with us for as long as you need to. Please don’t go. It’s late and the baby is sleeping. Just wait until the morning.”
“He has the graveyard shift tonight and he will be home in the morning. I have to go now while I have a few hours head start. You know that going to the police will only anger him more. I can’t prove anything and he won’t be arrested. Where would that leave me then? Last night when he hit me in front of my baby just upped the stakes. I can’t wait until he loses control and hits him too. You two are our only family. I would rather not go, but I won’t put it past him to hurt either of you to get to me. You know I love you and I’ll call you when I’m settled.”
Leaving the people I consider my family is killing me emotionally, but it’s better than giving my ex the opportunity to do it physically. I can’t believe I’ve stayed with him for twelve months. I’m positive he has multiple personality disorder or an alter ego because he changed two months after I moved in with him, becoming angry and aggressive. He blames everything on my twenty-one-month-old baby, saying that he looks too much like his dad and is a
