We eat our dinner and talk and laugh the whole entire time. By the time a few hours have gone by, I start to wish I had him pick me up because I don't want the night to end. We barely get outside the door of the Whiskey Whistler when we see Mark, my ex, standing waiting on us.
He looks at Jason. "You going to introduce me to your friend?"
I haven't seen Mark in the last few days, and I had hoped he was finally giving up. He's made a point of coming in and being pesky at the bakery, but it hasn't been that big of a deal, at least nothing I couldn’t handle.
"Jason, this is Mark, my ex. Mark, this is Jason."
Mark just looks at Jason with a smirk and then looks at me. "You open your legs for him yet?"
I gasp, but before I can get any words out, Jason picks me up and puts me behind him. "Stay right here, Mama." His face is livid.
When he turns away from me, I have no idea what he's going to do until it's already happened. There's no warning or anything. He punches Mark in the face, and Mark lands on his back. Jason towers over him. "I don't even want you to say her name. I don't want you to even think about her. Stay away from what's mine."
Mark is stupid. I sort of knew it all along, but it really is obvious when he struggles to stand up and gets to his feet. He makes a move toward Jason, and before I know it, they're in a battle of punches.
People come out of the bar to watch, and I'm hollering for Jason to please stop. The crowd only disperses once the blue lights light up in the middle of the road. All I can do is stand here helpless as they arrest both Jason and Mark. I try to plea Jason's case to the officer, but he says they're going to handle it all at the precinct. Jason doesn't look at me the whole time. At this point, he's probably thinking I'm way more trouble than I'm worth.
I grab my keys from my purse and start to jog back to my car. If nothing else, I can go to the police station and bail him out. I'm about to get in when I hear the rumble of a motorcycle coming down the street. Under the lights, I can see the same motorcycle vest as the one Jason wears, but quite honestly, I would've known it was a friend of his anyway. There's not a lot of motorcycle riders in Whiskey Run. I go to the middle of the street and wave the guy down. He stops next to me and turns his engine off right in the middle of the street.
Breathless from my jog, I rush the words out, "Jason... you have to help. He got arrested.”
I’ve seen the guy before. He’s one of the ones that would come into the bakery with Jason. "What happened to him?"
"He got into a fight and got arrested."
He nods, and honestly it doesn't seem to be a big deal to him. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."
I pull my purse farther up my shoulder. "I'll meet you at the police station."
I get two steps away when he hollers at me, "No, you need to stay away from there."
I look back at him open-mouthed. "Why?"
He says, "Look, there are things at play here you probably know nothing about, but I know for a fact that Jason would not want you there."
“Just...” I start to argue, but he cuts me off.
“He’ll be fine," he says.
I shake my head, but he holds his hand up. "No, trust me. Jason would have my head if I let you go to the police station to bail him out. I got this. He'll be out tonight."
Against my better judgment, I agree to what he's asking and watch him drive off toward the police station. It's not until hours later that I find out in the Whiskey Run rumor mill that he was bailed out.
Chapter 7
Jason
"Is this how you lay low?" the Pres rages at me. I'm sitting in his office, listening to him go on and on.
I was in the middle of being fingerprinted last night when a few of my brothers showed up. It took one phone call from Walker to the police station, and I was set free with a warning to stay away from Mark Trevors. I'm pretty sure that I pissed off the sheriff when I told him I would stay away from Mark as long as he stayed away from Tara, but he did at least let me go. So now here I sit, listening to Pres go on and on. I know getting arrested was not the smart thing to do, but I couldn't just sit by and let someone disrespect my woman that way.