Jaxon - Olivia T. Turner Page 0,5

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“You ever see Liam Neeson in that movie Taken? No! The end of Matrix when they bust into that building, shooting up the place?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, legend has it that it was like that. They killed thirty-seven cartel members that night and didn’t even get shot once.”

I roll my eyes and laugh. “That can’t be real.”

Bulldog is not laughing. “It’s real,” he says. “And that’s not even all of it. You can ask a dozen bikers about the Hader brothers and you’ll get a dozen different stories of them kicking ass. Beckham is a stone-cold assassin. I heard that he’s never smiled. Not once.”

“Oh, come on,” I say with a laugh.

“And Jaxon is a wild man,” he goes on with his ridiculous story. “He’s the impulsive one of the two. A real hot-head, unpredictable kind of guy.”

“And do these two superheroes wear capes?”

Bulldog’s face twists up in confusion. “What? Capes? No, they’re bikers.”

The sarcasm goes right over his head. The poor guy’s been up all night so I’ll give him a pass.

“I heard their sister died of cancer last year?” I ask.

Bulldog nods. “Yeah. I heard it was terrible. She had a daughter too. Her widowed husband is a Heartlands member, but he was stuck in prison the entire time.”

“The girl’s mom died and her father is in prison? What happened to her?”

“I don’t know,” Bulldog says with a shrug.

A few minutes later, the roaring sound of two Harleys come tearing down the street.

“That’s them!” Bulldog says as he rushes down the steps to greet them.

My breath catches in my throat when I see the first guy arrive and turn into the parking lot. His long blond hair is flowing behind him and it makes my heart start pounding violently. He’s breathtaking.

I wasn’t prepared to see such a gorgeous man and my whole body is frozen apart from my heart hammering against my ribcage. This man looks like he was born to ride a bike. His dark eyes are narrowed and focused as he pulls his Harley into an empty spot along the line.

He rubs his light beard as he steps off and looks around like he owns the place. He’s wearing the familiar cut with the Heartlands’ logo on the back, but I’ve never seen another man pull off that leather vest like he is doing right now. It’s making me lightheaded as I sit here gawking at this true alpha male.

I spot the name on his chest.

Jaxon.

Just saying it in my head gives me shivers.

His wide shoulders are back and his big arms are flexed as he eyes Bulldog who’s quickly approaching.

I laugh as Bulldog fangirls out in front of him. Is he going to ask for his autograph?

Another bike rolls in and I snap my eyes off Jaxon and see his brother pulling into the parking lot. They look alike, but different. Beckham is older, I can tell that right away, and he’s got short hair with tattoos over his arms. He’s hot too, but nothing like his younger brother.

Staring at Jaxon is like staring at the surface of the sun. He’s scorching.

But Beckham is not alone on his bike. He’s carrying a blonde. A cute one.

She’s sitting in front of him and looking around with wide alert eyes as he pulls in beside his brother. She’s only about ten years old.

That must be their niece.

I stay sitting on the railing of the porch as the door swings open beside me and the boys start pouring out.

“You made it!” Troy says with a look of relief as he rushes down the stairs to greet them.

My eyes are locked back on Jaxon as he walks up to our club’s President and hugs him. He hugs Gage too.

If he’s handing out hugs, how do I put my name onto the waiting list?

I can’t stop staring at this man. He’s tall with nice broad shoulders and a mysteriousness about him that has definitely grabbed my attention. Now, I understand why Roxanne was so eager for him to return.

If she tries to take him from me, I’ll kill her.

What the fuck? That thought just popped into my head and I don’t know where it came from.

The little girl climbs off the bike, followed by Beckham. Fuck, he looks intense. It’s all smiles from everyone but he’s like a robot as he looks around. Is this guy a Terminator?

“If it isn’t Californ-duh,” Buzz says as he stumbles out of the door.

“Oh, no,” I mutter under my breath. He’s been drinking all day and is