We lock Zak in the trunk and then after retrieving my shoes, purse, and phone we sit in the car while Jerome talks on the phone with another 911 operator as we wait for the police and ambulance to arrive.
I lay against the door, hugging my knees and crying for what feels like hours, but is really only fifteen minutes, as everything that occurred comes at me full force. As soon as the two ambulances arrived with the police, Jerome and I were looked over. They let me go after covering my minor scrapes with bandages. Though they took Jerome to the hospital because they think he has some broken ribs from the impact of the bullet, and they want to check for a concussion.
Chapter Fifteen
Sitting in the passenger seat of the cop car as I ride to the LAPD to give the police my statement, I pull my phone from my purse with shaky fingers and dial Savannah’s number.
After a few rings, it goes to voicemail. Cursing under my breath, I hang up and immediately call back. This time, after two rings, I hear Savannah’s voice on the other end of the phone. “You’re persistent when you’re drunk, you know that?” She says sarcastically into the phone. The sound of her voice makes the air leave my lungs and I begin to sob again.
All I can think about is how scared she must’ve been that night as she laid in that car thinking she was going to die. I don’t know how she found the strength to fight, but I’m grateful she did and that I was able to too. I never thought I’d talk to her again once Zak pulled me out from under that car. I was certain I was going to die.
“Savannah, you need to get down to LAPD right now!” I shout into the phone in between my cries as I sniffle and wipe my nose with a tissue from the small travel pack the EMT gave me.
I can hear the panic in Savannah’s voice as she asks, “The police station? What’s going on?”
“Zak attacked me.” The second the words leave my mouth the line goes silent. I hear footsteps running up stairs and crying, followed by the muffled sound of Kayden shouting in the background before a loud thud, which I’m assuming is Savannah’s phone hitting the floor. “Savannah! Are you still there?” I shout into the phone, trying to get her attention or Kayden’s. I really don’t care who at this point.
I can hear Savannah crying and what sounds like her throwing up as Kayden’s voice grows louder and clearer. He’s asking her what’s the matter, but no matter how many times I shout into the phone no one answers me. Finally giving, up I hang up the phone. Resting my head against the cool glass of the window, I call Dixon.
After five rings, he finally answers but the music in the background is so loud I can barely hear him. “Brooklyn?” He answers saying my name more like a question than a statement. I imagine he’s confused as to why I’d be calling him since I made it clear I never want to hear from him ever again.
I sob his name out as the sound of his voice causes me to break down again. I never thought I’d ever speak to him again. “Dixon…” My shoulders are shaking as my cries shake me to my core.
“Brooklyn. What’s the matter?” I hear him say something to someone and then the loud music a few moments later grows quiet as I hear a door shut. He must be in Kayden’s office.
Wiping at my tears, I inhale a shaky breath before speaking, “I was attacked...and Jerome. By...Zak.” I say between hiccups.
“You were what?” He shouts into the phone.
“We were leaving the party for Savannah and I insisted on walking with Jerome into the parking garage to the car…” My words taper off as another sob escapes me. I bring my hand to my mouth as I try to calm myself down. I spot the police department up ahead, so I know I need to speed up my phone call.
“You walked to the car?” Dixon asks trying to get me to continue.
I let out a deep sigh before continuing, “I heard a loud bang followed by Jerome falling to the ground. Oh my God, Dixon. If he would’ve hit me instead of Jerome, I’d be dead right now. Jerome, thankfully, was wearing a vest.”
“Holy shit! So Jerome’s okay?” he asks with shock and horror in his voice.
I nod yes even though I know he can’t see me, “Yes. He’s at the hospital though, being looked at. I’m at the police station right now. I was able to fight Zak off and, by the grace of God, Jerome came to just in time… pulling his gun on Zak and shooting him in the leg. We locked him in the trunk of the car until the police came. I was so scared…”
The police car comes to a stop. With shaky legs, I manage to climb out of the car with my shoes in hand and with bare feet walk into the police station.
“I’m glad you’re okay. Do you want me to come to L.A?” Everything in me is screaming tell him yes. Come here. Be with me because I need you. But I’m too scared. Calling him was a huge step but I can’t ask him to come here.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to come. I have Savannah and Kayden coming to the station now. I imagine we’ll fly back to Houston tomorrow.” Even though I am telling him no, a small part of me wishes he’d be stubborn and surprise me by coming anyway.
“All right. If you change your mind, text me or call...okay? I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Brooklyn. But at least now, he’s in custody. You guys can rest easy now that he’s no longer out there, ya know?”
The officer motions for me to sit in a chair beside his desk, which has paperwork scattered all over it. I give him a weak smile and slowly sit down dropping my shoes to the floor as soon as my butt hits the chair.
I sigh into the phone as I let Dixon’s words sink in. He’s right; our nightmare is over. Zak is now in police custody. “You’re right. I hate this is how he was caught, but I’m relieved to know that psychotic asshole is now behind bars where he belongs.
“All right, well I’ll let you go so you can deal with the cops but text me later and let me know how you’re doing.”
“Will do. Bye, Dixon.”
“Bye, Brooklyn.” The second the phone goes dead my heart drops into my stomach.
Not too long after I hung up with Dixon, Savannah and Kayden arrived at the police station. The moment I saw her,
I broke down again, and we stood for the longest time hugging one another as we both cried. We cried for what happened, what could’ve happened, and with relief that it’s all over. Our nightmare is finally over.
I hated seeing Savannah so upset. She kept blaming herself but over and over I insisted that it wasn’t her fault. We are not to blame for someone else’s horrible actions. All fault is on Zak’s shoulders and no one else’s.
We had to sit at the station for almost two hours to give statements to the police. It was hard telling them everything that happened. As I spoke to them, everything flooded back to me replaying in my head. After all that time recounting everything that happened, I think I’m officially cried out. My eyes hurt and are puffy as we say goodbye to the police officer and finally leave.
I push through the doors with Savannah and Kayden right behind me. I spot Maverick’s Silverado parked at the curb. What I see after that causes my feet to falter, and I stop and stare in a stunned state. Kayden and Savannah stop beside me and turn to see what I’m looking at, and they’re both as stunned as I am.
“Hey mate, I got a call from Jerome. He said he was in the hospital and that Brooklyn had a pretty rough night.” He says nonchalantly to Kayden as he opens his mouth to ask him what he’s doing here.
I’m over emotional with my head all over the place as I take in Jax standing by the truck waiting for me. I sprint down the stairs and run into his arms that wrap tightly around me. I feel a sense of calm settle over me as he hugs me to him and gently kisses my temple.
“I can’t believe you came here for me,” I say in almost a whisper because I’m so shocked. My thoughts wander to Dixon for a moment. I think about how he asked if I wanted him here. I now feel bad for telling him no and being my usual stubborn self. But I also can’t help but be angry that he didn’t insist on coming and not taking no for an answer. I wouldn’t doubt it if he is still out partying now even after gett
ing off of the phone with me.
My head is spinning as I battle with my heart and my head right now. I’m too emotional to think straight. Jax quickly helps me into the backseat of the truck where I snuggle against him laying my head on his lap. I don’t even realize I’ve fallen asleep until I feel myself being lifted out of the truck. I wake in a panic, but as soon as I open my eyes and I’m greeted with Jax’s warm and welcoming face I immediately relax against him and wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me into the house and then into my guest room after I directed him where to go.
After setting me down on the bed, he leans down giving me a soft kiss on my lips before rubbing his thumb affectionately over my bruised cheek. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, Brooklyn.”
I shake my head no and bring my fingers to his lips. “Please. I don’t want to talk about Zak anymore. All I want to do is sleep. I’m exhausted.” I say in between a deep yawn.
Jax gives me a weak smile, “All right. Well, you rest up, and I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
As he starts to back away, I reach out grabbing his arm. “Will you stay with me? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”
Nodding yes, slowly, he begins stripping out of his clothes until he’s standing before me in nothing but black briefs. Pulling the covers down, he climbs into bed beside me and wraps me in his arms. “I’m here whenever you need me Brooklyn. Now try to get some rest, you’re going to need it. Believe me, by tomorrow morning, more than likely every single inch of ya will be hurtin’.”
“Well, I guess I can deal with being sore. It’s a hell of a lot better than lying in a morgue,” I joke trying to make light of the situation. It’s all I can do now. I can’t dwell on what happened. I will not allow Zak to take a single moment from my life. So I promise myself from this moment on I will not think about what happened and I’ll go on with my life.
I smile softly against his chest as I snuggle into his side and drift off to sleep. Sadly, my dreams are not filled with sweet dreams of Jax or even nightmares of Zak. Instead, they're filled with dreams about Dixon. Like every other night, he haunts my dreams just as he haunts me all day while I’m awake.
The first thing I need to do when I get to Houston is set up a time to meet with Dixon. I need closure so I can try to get over him and move on with my life. Or maybe there’s a slim chance he’ll wake up and realize he wants me the way I want him. Sadly, I won’t hold my breath for that happening.
I spent all night tossing and turning as thoughts of Zak and the attack stayed on my mind until early morning. I was grateful to have Jax there with me. He held me all night making me feel safe. I’m not use to feeling this way. All I keep thinking about is the overwhelming ‘what ifs’ that are flooding my every thought.
What if he had shot me?
What if I hadn’t been able to fight him off?
And especially what if Jerome had never gotten back up and shot him, stopping Zak from hurting me any more than he already had?
The feeling of Jax rolling out of bed this morning is what got me fully awake. I rolled over facing him and admired his body as he slipped his jeans and t-shirt back on. He glanced back at me, saying he was going to get me some aspirin and would be right back. He spent the whole morning pampering me after that. First it was the aspirin, then breakfast in bed, followed by amazing sex after I finished taking a long and much-needed bubble bath. I haven’t been with Jax physically since he left for Australia last month, so I was nervous. I had so many emotions running through me, from everything with Dixon to the events of last night with Zak.
He was laying on the small chaise lounge beside the large windows overlooking Savannah’s parents’ backyard playing on his phone when I walked out of the bathroom with my bathrobe on. The aspirin I took earlier mixed with my bath had helped the aching in my muscles from my scuffle with Zak almost nonexistent. After everything Jax has done for me, I figure that the least I can do is thank him properly. No matter what I’ve done, Jax has been right here beside me. Even with everything going on with Dixon, Jax never once made me feel as if I couldn’t depend on him.
Clearing my throat, I slipped my bathrobe off letting it fall to my feet as Jax lifted his eyes up to mine. The instant he looked at me I saw him swallow hard as his Adams apple bobbed up and down his throat. He quickly tossed his phone onto the floor before standing and walking towards me slowly.
His eyes roamed over my body, lingering on my breasts before making their way down the rest of me. His fingers went to the buttons of his jeans, and as he undid them he asked, “Are you sure about this—after everything that happened last night?”
Nodding I told him, “I’m one hundred percent positive this is exactly what I want and need right now. I need your hands on my body, cherishing me, helping rid it of the pain Zak caused it last night. Believe me, a little sex won’t hurt some scrapes and bruises, Jax.”
Stepping towards him I reach out helping him with his pants. As soon as his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped I helped pull them down his legs before he kicked them off. Next were his boxers and his t-shirt. With smooth movements, he pulled his shirt over his head tossing it onto the floor while I slid his boxers down releasing his amazing cock.
“I’ve missed my thunder down under,” I joke as I drop to my knees taking him in my hand. I begin slowly stroking him root to tip and relish in the soft moans coming from him as his hands slide into my damp hair. Licking my lips, I moisten them before taking all of him in my mouth. At first, I go slow and tease just the swollen head of him sucking on it and twirling my tongue playfully around the tip. The feeling of his fingers fisting my hair was my cue to go deeper. I slowly began to stroke his shaft while sliding all of him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Brooklyn. That feels amazing…” He murmured as I quickened my speed and sucked harder. With my free hand, I cupped his balls in my hand gently rubbing them as I continued sliding his dick in and out of my mouth, each time making him groan with pleasure as I twisted my tongue around his tip savoring the taste of his salty pre-cum.
Not wanting him to finish until he was inside of me, I stopped abruptly and climbed back up to my feet.
Spinning, I made my way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it as I curled my index finger at Jax motioning for him to come to me. “Come here, Jax.” As he made his way over to the bed, I opened up the side drawer and grabbed a condom. Thankfully, no one ever uses this room besides me when I stay here, so Savannah’s mother never found my stash of condoms in the side table drawer.
“Put it on me.” He ordered as he stood before me with his erection hard as steel bobbing before me.
I tore the foil open and tossed the wrapper into the trash can beside the bed before slowly and precisely rolling the condom over his exceptional length. I’ve only ever had sex without a condom with Dixon. I’m not ready to take that step with Jax. It's too personal, and the pain of Dixon breaking my heart is still too raw.
Not wanting to ruin the moment, I forced all thoughts of Dixon away. I scooted back on the bed and laid down on the mountain of pillows as Jax climbed over me. He gazed lovingly down into my eyes, making it hard for me to breathe. With one hand, he positioned the head of his dick at my entrance while the other rested beside my head as he held himself up.
“If, at any time, you find yourself in pain, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
I shook my head yes and wrapped my legs around his waist while sliding my hands slowly along his bulging biceps.
“I want this. Please. Fuck me, Jax. Help me push away all the pain and replace it was nothing but pure fucking pleasure.” I was begging, but I didn’t care. He didn’t know it, but I wasn’t only talking about the pain from being attacked but also the pain I was consumed with thanks to Dixon shattering my heart back in the Bahamas.
If he wanted me as badly as Jax did, he would be here right now. He shouldn’t have had to ask me if I wanted him here. Of course, I’d tell him no. He should’ve demanded it.
&nbs
p; I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the feeling of Jax as his body burning hot, and feeling like heaven wrapped in my arms slowly pushed his way inside of me before beginning to thrust in a perfect rhythm in and out of me. He rotated his hips at the perfect angle and speed to drive me absolutely wild. Normally every time I have sex, it’s fast, hard, and exploding with pure, palpable lust. With Jax, it was different. He fucked me slowly. Almost to the point of torture as my body begged to be pounded into fiercely. But slowly it built up to a delicious concoction inside of my body making an intense orgasm slowly build up inside my core.
I hugged him tighter to me as his mouth licked, sucked and kissed everything from my shoulder, my neck to my lips. By the time I was orgasming, I was completely breathless, and my head was spinning like a top. It was the craziest sensation as he slowly pumped into me extending my orgasm. It was sensational and an experience I’ll not soon forget.
After we cleaned up and got dressed, we spent the next few hours relaxing in bed watching television while Savannah and Kayden finished getting ready, and waited for the call that the jet was ready to bring us back to Houston.
Twenty minutes later, Kayden knocked on the door, peeking his head into the room letting us know it was time to head to the airport. I was stunned when I was finishing up collecting my bags, and Jax told me he wanted to talk to me, and it was something he felt should be discussed between us in private. I was beyond nervous as I set my bags by the door and sat down beside Jax on the bed.
He turned and looked at me while rubbing the pad of his thumb gently across my cheek while taking my right hand with the other.
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