She was coming down from her high and she was starting to feel a head ach coming on all she wanted was Jaxon to take care of the problem in front of her, so she could continue to finish opening the bar. She needed a drink and a cigarette. However, before she could finish dialing her brother’s number, someone attacked her faster than she could react, knocking the phone from her hand.
In one smooth motion, whoever it was turned her before she managed to catch there face and shoved her into the wall. They grabbed the wrist of the hand that held her gun and twisted it up behind her as they pinned her body to the wall. The person held her so tight, she knew that fighting to try and get away would only get her killed faster. He squeezed her wrist tighter causing her to drop the gun, before he pushed her against the wall harder and she was starting to get really fucking pissed. Finally she felt whoever it was push the cold, familiar hard metal of a gun against the back of her head and she prepared herself for the worst, but she hadn’t quite prepared herself enough.
"Sorry baby, was all she’d heard and her heart just about stopped. It was the way he’d said it. His voice hadn’t mattered, there had been several guys voices in the past that she’d mistaken as Ben’s because she’d wanted to hear his voice so badly, but it wasn’t his actual voice that mad her blood run cold, it was the way he’d said baby. Like he was addressing her, like it was her name and not a nickname.
Her breathed, quickly turned into hyper ventilating. She had to be going crazy, there was no way in hell it was him. She’d been there that night, she’d seen the blood, she’d seen the bullet holes, and she’d held him when he’d stopped breathing. They’d had to pull her off of him. He died that night and so did she. She collected herself just as quickly as she’d almost lost herself. She convinced herself in a matter of seconds that it was her medication and a mix of the drugs playing tricks on her.
What hardly anyone aside from Eli, Jaxon, and Tommy knew was that Harley was on several different heavy doses of medication and it was Tommy who made sure she took them, half the time he had to force them down her throat. The medication was what kept her seemingly normal although she was convinced she didn’t need them.
“Please. Just let me go.” She breathed and that was when his grip loosed and she moved quickly out of his grip and away from him, grabbing her gun from the ground and turning to face him, she raised the gun and aimed it at his chest, her shot was perfect and she knew where she was aiming would kill him instantly, but seeing his face was proof that is was actually him and she’d thought she could handle it, but she was utterly weak. Seeing him, was like seeing a ghost and she started to feel dizzy, before she finally fainted.
"Thanks for the beauty tips princess, I'll make a mental note to cross anorexia off my list of things to try." he smirked right back at her. "Thanks." She breathed as he started to pull a few things out from the fridge.
“Right. Well, I mean it is up to you, maybe looking super skinny is your thing.” He said sarcastically. “So, where you go Pairs? Rome?” he teased as he started cooking. “Oh, Mexico maybe, it is spring break isn’t it?” he glanced to her, like he was being completely serious. “Hey, next time you decide to disappear, take me with you.” He said honestly.
If Elie was being completely honest with himself, he was sick of his life. He was sick of taking orders from Jaxon. He was sick of everyone’s bull shit and all he wanted to do was ride across the country. His bike, a pretty girl, bouncing from motel to motel, never knowing where they’d end up. It was what he’d always wanted to do, Elijah had never been one for staying in one place for too long, but being a part of the Saints he had no choice. More importantly, Eli was just sick of the same four walls that brought back insanely painful memories.
“Oh, I got you something.” He smirked, he disappeared from the room for a minute before coming back with box, with a ribbon wrapped around it. What made everyone love Eli and made them forget how ugly his temper could get was the fact that he was always thinking about everyone else, especially when it came to Jaydon. Every time the Saints went on a ride, he brought her back a gift. It had become something of a tradition.
Inside the box was a specially designed revolver. He’d had Jadi, her nickname engraved on the barrel of the gun. He’d found it at a small shop in a little town in Mexico and it reminded him of her. When they’d got back he’d taken it in and had it engraved for her.
“I figured that little gun of yours could use and upgrade.” He smirked as he set a heaping plate of food down in front of her. The plate was filled with a few pieces of bacon, some eggs, a few pieces of fruit, and some toast. “What do you think?” he asked as he glanced between her and the gun.