Jax got out of the shower and dried himself off. It felt weird to be staying here at Dangerous Curves overnight. Even though the place was actually open twenty-four/seven, and the crash rooms doubled as hotel rooms when people made reservations, and the food that Luke produced in the kitchen was more than decent, Jax had never treated the place as more than a place to drink a bit, and f**k a lot.
He towel-dried his hair, then pulled on some clean boxers and a fresh t-shirt. He always had a change of clothes in his office, just in case some drunk spilled something or puked on him. More than once, he and his bouncers, Dillon and Curtis, had been involved in some pretty serious bar brawls, resulting in significant blood spillage – both Jax’s and the drunks’.
He opened the bathroom door quie
