Roxanne

I love motorcycles and old cars. I love old time rock and roll and hard rock. I love black, leather and ripped jeans. 

But I also love musicals. It's the one thing that I'm not really proud of. Ever since we were kids, Lacey and I would always be found glued to the television set, watching some kind of Disney movie - usually Hercules or Lion King. 

There is something oddly relaxing singing 'Go the Distance' at the top of your lungs. 

Tonight, I am curled up on my couch - a fuzzy, black blanket wrapped around me as Hercules plays on the TV in front of me. I'm not as into it as I usually would be. My heart isn't into it today with my mind racing with all the madness that is my life. 

I'm trying and failing to come up with some sort of plan to end this war between Jaxon and my father. I don't want either man to die, both are equally important to me. However, I am a Red Devil through and through. What I am doing right now is treacherous and dangerous. If anyone found out about my involvement with Jaxon...

It could be deathly. 

Even with the President being my father, betraying my brothers surely would end with a bullet in my brain. 

Yet, I can't forget about Jaxon. The simple thought of him dying brings tears to my eyes and a knife to my heart - especially if I think of my dad being the one to do it. 

Sighing, I flick off the movie and get up from the couch. I turn off the lamps and then head to my bedroom. Grabbing my sketchbook and pencil, I sit on the bench by the window and turn to a blank page. Bringing the pencil to the paper, I push down and begin making soft strokes against the smooth surface. 

Unaware of what I am drawing, I just allow my hand to guide the pencil in whatever direction it wishes. The lines I create are soft and gentle as I expertly sketch the object that I desire. 

Jaxon's eyes stare up at me as I darken the pupils. I stop to look down at him and a teardrop falls to the paper - followed by another and another. 

When did I start crying? 

I don't know, but now that it starts, it doesn't stop. Tears run down my face and smudge the markings I created on the paper. Smashing the book closed, I throw it across the room and watch as it hits the wall with a loud bang. 

And then the waterworks really start. 

Sobs wrack my body and my throat begins to burn as I release all the devastation I'm feeling. My entire body trembles and my head begins to pound. My chest begins to ache with the pressure in my heart begins to build with each passing second. 

And my lungs begin to struggle as they beg for oxygen that I'm unable to take. 

A tapping noise behind me makes me jump out of my skin and I turn in a hurry to see Jaxon standing on the other side of the window. 

Quickly stammering over to it, I slide it up and he climbs inside. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask, wiping away the tears that stain my face. "And why did you use the fire escape and not the front door?"

He chuckles. "I thought that would be more romantic, but then I realized it was just a death trap. I don't know how you are supposed to use it if there was ever an emergency." He looks up at me, his eyes widening as he takes in my appearance. He takes two giant steps towards me and caresses my cheek. "Are you okay, Roxanne?"

And I can't hold the tears back from falling again. Another sob escapes me and he brings me into his chest - holding me tightly with his strong arms. I can hear him whispering sweet words into my hair as he gently rubs my back - which only makes me cry harder. 

Eventually, my eyes run dry and I stop shaking. Pulling slightly away from him, I give him a small smile and say, "I'm sorry about that."

"You never need to apologize for showing emotion, love." He tells me genuinely as he wipes away the remaining tears that hold onto my cheeks. "I don't want you holding shit in. I'm not just here for my good looks, you know."

I giggle and he smiles warmly. "I know."

Jaxon takes my hand and leads me to my bed. Laying down, he pats the spot beside him and I quickly oblige. He pulls me into his side and I rest my head on his chest. 

"You want to talk about it?" He asks and I shake my head. 

"Just a friend is in the hospital."

"I'm sorry to hear that." He says, squeezing me gently. "Is that why you left this morning?" 

I shake my head again. "No." I laugh. "Lady problems."

He laughs, gently shaking me and I laugh with him. "I guess Axel was telling the truth then," He says.

"Yeah, I ran into him and another boy...I didn't catch his name."

"Ryder. He's a prospect and Axel's cousin." Jaxon tells me as he begins running his fingers up and down my bare arm. 

"He gave me a helmet. Remind me to give it to you so you can return it to him."

"Hmm." He places a kiss on my hair. 

A thought crosses my mind. "How did you know where I live?"

"Axel had Ryder follow you."

"I see."

"I wish you didn't live in this city. I can't be here. This is Red Devil territory, love. They don't like me much."

I know. "I've lived here all my life."

He shifts, crawling over me in one swift movement. Looking down at me, he says, "Things change. There's always room for you in my town."

My breath hitches in my throat but before I could reply, he captures my lips with his. 

I moan against his lips and he takes the opportunity to bring his tongue to mine. They dance together - twirling in circles together in beautiful harmony. I allow my hands to roam Jaxon's body. 

He's wearing too much clothes, I decide. Pushing against his cut, I force it down his arms and he throws it to the floor. He leans up and pulls his shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare. I quickly follow suit, removing the large sweater that I was wearing. 

I'm in a simple pair of panties and bra underneath him, but he looks down at me with so much adoration and I can't help the blush that forms over my cheeks. 

"So beautiful," He whispers before kissing me again. 

And I wrap my arms around him, bringing him closer. I tangle my fingers in his hair, gently pulling until he groans. His excitement grows with each passing second and I moan when he presses it into my core. 

He begins kissing down my neck and I arch into him. "Jaxon," I say, my voice breathy with need. 

"Hmmm?"

"You know we can't. I'm-"

"I know, love." He says before planting a kiss against my collarbone. "I know. Doesn't mean I can't still make you feel good."

And feel good is an understatement.

"I wish you didn't have to go," I whisper between kisses. We are standing near the window, wrapped in one another's arms and unwilling to let go. 

"I know, love," He says, kissing my forehead. "But I have to. I must leave before someone sees me."

"I'll come to you as soon as I can."

"You could come with me now?"

Looking down, I bite my lip. "I would, but..."

"I understand. Come to me when you can. You have my number." He says, planting one more soft kiss onto my lips before exiting through the window. "I rather not do this climb ever again." He winks. 

I laugh, shaking my head as I watch him disappear down the fire escape. Closing the window, I sigh. Alone, yet again. 

Grabbing my phone off of the nightstand, I see several messages. 

Dean:

Tate finished surgery. He is going to be okay. I will try to get you in when Hunter leaves.

He's awake and everything. 

Let me know if you can make it for 11, Hunter will be leaving with his dad then. 

Dad:

I'm really proud of you today. Despite everything, you've done well. You would make a great leader, Roxanne. 

Trevor: 

Training starts today. You better fucking be there.

Replying to each message, I rush through a shower and grab some clothes out of my closet. I only have an hour left before having to get to the hospital to meet Dean. 

I just hope that everything goes smoothly.