Into His Den
1478 Words
“The famous Jax,? How did he found me so quickly? ” Lena whispered, too frightened to even breathe loudly.
“The Dead Reapers’ president! The Famous gangster, notorious to count dead bodies like money?” Lena swallowed hard. “What does he want?”
The door creaked open even before she could answer her own questions.
Jax stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. She walked backwards from the door. eyes fixed on him.
“Well, well, well! Miss Lena,” he said, voice low, gravelly like distant thunder. “You saw what you shouldn’t have yesterday night, and isn't good for you.”
She folded her arms, trying to stand taller despite the shaking in her legs. “And?”
“And,” Jax took a step closer, the scent of leather, musk, and something dangerous trailing him, "They want you dead, well maybe me too.” Her stomach flipped.
“What! Then...then.. why, why are you here?” She stuttered, eyes wide in fear. But he only smiled at her—not a friendly smile, but one that promised fire and pain in equal measure.
“Because I’m the only one who can protect you, even though I equally want you dead.”
She narrowed her eyes at his words, and then at the slightly opened door. “Liar, Bloody liar! I don’t need your protection.” She bolted for the door, her heart pounding hard. With just a few strides, Jax pin her down on the floor.
"Let me go, you bastard! I'm not going with you!" She struggled beneath him on the floor.
“You don’t have a choice.” He said, his strong muscle chest straddling her breast. Both of them went silent as once, and the room thickened with tension. Lena’s mind raced—danger clawed at her like a storm.
"I am going to call the cops on your f*****g ass!"
"Oh! Didn't you do so yesterday? Get up" He smirked, then tried to get her off the floor but she suddenly went mute, while staring at his face.
"What? Oh! You think I don't know? I have got eyes everywhere Miss Lena! And the earlier you comply and come along with me, the better for you"
"Never! I rather die here, than take a step with you!" She suddenly kicked his ball, and he grunt out in pain, holding his ball, with his eyes tightly closed.
Seeing this opportunity, she flee out the room. Her barefoot felt cold against the sandy environment.
Panting heavily, while running, she suddenly heard the sound of motorcycles from a little distance and, she increased her speed.
"Somebody help me! Help!" She screamed loudly when the motorcycles sound was closer. The surrounding was eerily quiet unlike her little busy town.
"That is the b***h!" Someone suddenly yelled from afar.
"Get her, before he does!" Another yelled more loudly and Lena turned sharply to see two motorcycles carrying four men, speeding towards her.
"What! These isn't Jax! Oh my god! What have I done now!"She panicked and tried to run faster, but they were gaining up on her.
"Help! They are going to f*****g kill me! Somebody help!" She suddenly stumbled, her knees, and elbow were bleeding. When she stood up, one of the men dragged her hair.
"Shut the f**k up, pretty b***h!" One of them said, the bike stopped.
"Arrgh! Let me go!" She cried out when he tighten his grip on her hair.
"Get her on the bike let's get the f**k out of here, now!" Another, who seems to be the leader, said not smiling.
"Yes..boss!" A gunshot shattered the noise. The tight grip on her hair loosen and the man fell down to the ground, his eyes wide open, Lena screamed loudly on seeing his bleeding forehead.
"f**k! He is here! Get her!" The leader yell but another suddenly dropped to the ground.
A motorcycle rode fast, blowing up sand into the air, as he approached them.
"f**k, f**k! Let's go, come on, let's go, now!" They splash sand on her face, while riding off.
"Climb the f*****g bike, now!" Jax yell at her, his eyes red with fury.
One look at his red eyes, she scrambled up immediately.
“Why...why are you helping me?.” She asked with shaking voice.
Jax’s eyes darkened. “You will know very soon.” And one sweep of his arms, she was struggling against his muscled chest.
Half an hour later, the motorcycle was still speeding through the deserted part of the city streets with her tightly graping the waist of the rider while sitting on the back of a roaring motorcycle.
Her knuckles whitened as she clung to Jax’s leather jacket. The wind whipped her hair, but she didn’t scream. Fear squeezed her throat tight than ever, but she couldn’t look away from him—not even once.
Soon, they arrived at a compound fenced with just barbwires, no blocks.
The Dead Reapers’ compound was a fortress of steel and shadow—old warehouses converted into something fierce and alive. Inside, motorcycles lined up like predators, engines humming a menacing lullaby.
Jax led her through the maze of leather and steel to a room that smelled of oil, sweat, and something raw.
“This is where you’ll stay,” he said. “Safe. For now.”
Safe? The word felt like a lie.
She glanced around. The walls were lined with weapons. Heavy boots thudded nearby. And outside the window, she saw the black-clad figures of the Dead Reapers—waiting, watching.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
This was her new reality!.
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The morning came faster than she prayed for. It's light filtered through the grimy window, dust particles dancing like tiny specters. Lena sat on the edge of the cot, running her fingers along the threadbare blanket, trying to make sense of everything.
This wasn’t her life. It couldn’t be.
The door creaked open, and Jax stepped in—his usual calm replaced by a flicker of something softer she hadn’t expected.
“You’ll need to follow some rules,” he said, voice low. “No wandering off. Don’t talk to anyone outside the crew. And stay close.”
She nodded, swallowing hard. “Why are you helping me?”
Jax’s gaze darkened, and for a moment, the hard edge softened. “Because I don’t want you dead. And maybe because I would like to see where this leads to....”
Lena blinked. The man built for chaos had a hint of something broken inside. It made her chest ache.
Over the next few days, she learned how dangerous his world was—every corner had eyes, every shadow hid a threat. But beneath the leather and violence, she caught glimpses of a man fighting his own demons.
And maybe, just maybe, she was starting to believe maybe , just maybe she could turn things around.
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The compound was a hive of noise and smoke by nightfall. Lena stayed close to the walls, eyes scanning the faces of men who looked like they’d bleed for sport. Leather vests, inked skin, bruised knuckles. The air was thick with testosterone and secrets.
Jax was across the yard, barking orders at two of his lieutenants. His presence commanded silence, respect, fear.
And something else. Devotion.
“Don’t stare,” a voice drawled beside her.
Lena turned sharply. A woman—tall, tan, and dressed in ripped denim and attitude—leaned against the doorway, lighting a cigarette.
“He doesn’t like people watching when he’s working,” the woman said, blowing smoke in lazy circles.
“I wasn’t—”
“You were.” She smirked. “Name’s Roxy. You the bookworm he dragged in?”
Lena bristled. “I saw something I wasn’t supposed to. Now I’m stuck here.”
Roxy chuckled. “Honey, we’re all stuck here. Some of us just don’t fight it.”
Later that night, Jax found Lena sitting on the rusted metal steps near the garage, knees pulled to her chest.
“You eat?” he asked.
She shook her head.
He dropped a takeout container beside her. “You should.”
Silence hung between them.
Lena finally spoke. “You kill people.”
Jax didn’t flinch. “Yeah.”
“Just like that?”
“No,” he said, tone heavier now. “Not just like that. But I’ve done things. Things I can’t undo.”
She looked up at him, heart thudding. “And you think saving me makes up for it?”
Jax crouched in front of her, eyes locked on hers. “No.It more than that. But maybe it makes me feel something other than cold.”
Her breath hitched.
For a second, they were just two broken souls in the dark...
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