MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

JACKSON

F uckin’ women. They are all a giant pain in the ass, and yet I can’t get enough of them. Damn Serenity and her bullshit. I can’t understand why the hell I want her, it makes no sense to me, but shit, I want her. I want her so badly it hurts. My entire body is alive with want. I should be pushin’ myself away, yet I can’t get her out of my head. Something about her speaks to me, and I fuckin’ don’t know how to stop it.

I slam my beer down on the counter top, frustrated. It’s been four hours since they left, and I can’t stop thinkin’ about her. I don’t know where they are, or what they’re doing, and it’s getting to me. I was a jerk to her, because I wanted her to back off, but it’s clear that ain’t going to happen anytime soon. I thought it was the best decision, making her feel like it was nothing, but when she walked out, with that hurt look on her face - I realized it was so much more than nothing. She deserves to know that. She does. But I don’t want to start something that I can’t finish.

“Yo’!”

I turn to see Spike and Cade walking in, beers in hand. Fuckin’ magic, I’m not in the mood for company right now. I’ve got too much on my mind as it is, without adding more.

“Boys,” I mutter.

“Uh oh,” Cade grins. “Boss man is pissed.”

I glare at him, clearly he doesn’t know what my daughter is up to, or he wouldn’t be here smirking like an ass. “You know where the girls went tonight?”

Spike shrugs. “Some girly party.”

“Ain’t no girly party, Addison said there was loads of guys there.”

Both men tense. “Failed to fuckin’ mention that to me,” Cade grunts.

“You sure about that, Jack’s?” Spike asks.

“Fuckin’ sure alright, I saw them go out the door giggling about cute men for Serenity.”

“Fuckin’ daughter of yours will be the fuckin’ death of me,” Cade growls.

Spike lifts his keys, his eyes flashing with jealousy. “We goin’?”

“Fuck yeah we are,” Cade growls, turning and storming out the door.

I follow. Fucked if I know why I do. I opened my mouth knowing they would go after the girls. Part of me wants to go, even if I don’t want to accept it.

Can’t get her out of my head.

Fuck.