Author's Note: Going into this, I have no idea how long of a story this will be. Just that I'll be posting roughly 1000 words each Friday until it's done. I hope you will enjoy the ride as Jax and Danny's story unfolds, these two have been tumbling around in my head for some time now and it's great to see them finally coming alive on the page.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up and leave him alone, I’ll
kill you.”
Scrambling backwards, Danny moved from between the much
larger men, not that he had very much room to move, but at least in the hallway
he wouldn’t be an accidental target if they came to blows.
“What’s it to you what I do to him?” Sean grumbled as he
stepped right into their new neighbors face.
Danny hoped Jax would back off. He didn’t know the tall
brunette, outside of an introduction, Jax having only just moved into the
building three days before, and while he looked jacked, Danny had no way of
knowing how he’d handle himself in a fight. Especially against someone like
Sean who loved fighting.
“You woke me up with all your yelling, for starters, but
since I’m out here and your attitude sucks, I figure I might as well fuck up
your night the same way you’ve fucked up mine,” Jax stated as he held his
ground.
Sean went to shove him, but Jax moved out of the way and
gave Sean a shove of his own, sending him staggering out the doorway. Danny
scrambled further back, desperate for a dark corner to get lost in as Sean’s
wild eyes scanned around, looking for him. When they landed on him, Danny
froze.
“Call the cops,” Sean snarled. “I’m going to have this
fucker arrested for assault!”
“C-call them y-yourself,” Danny stammered, then fell back
with a strangled squawk when Sean lunged for him. Jax had caught hold of the
back of his shirt and hauled him backwards, away from Danny, who stared up at
Jax’s pierced face, shocked at the man’s strength. Sean kicked back and managed
to drop Jax to one knee, freeing himself to go after Danny again.
“Son of a bitch!” Jax roared as Sean lunched for Danny
and wrapped his hands around Danny’s throat. In the scuffled that ensued, the
only thing that Danny could see was Sean’s pinprick eyes and the spittle flying
from his lips as he cussed and threatened. Just as everything faded to black,
Danny though he saw a snarling demon rise up behind Sean, the rage twisted
features scaring him so badly he was grateful when everything faded away.
[***]
Jax grunted and kicked the larger man in the side, pissed
as all getup and wishing he could hit him a second time. Truth be told he
hadn’t expected to knock him out with one shot, but his blackjack had come in
handy and maybe he’d put more force into it then he’d thought. A quick check
revealed that the guy was still breathing. Too bad really, ‘cause outside of
the manslaughter charge it might have been worth it to have one less asshole in
the world.
He glanced over at the smaller man slumped in the corner
and wrinkled his nose in disgust. He couldn’t imagine cowering from anyone, let
alone someone who seemed hell bent on kicking his ass. At the very least, he’d have
stood on his own two feet and slugged it out even in a battle he’d known he
couldn’t win, but this guy…
Jax just shook his head. There were bruises already
beginning to form around his neck, his eye was swollen, his lip was puffy, as
was his cheek, and Jax was pretty sure the guys nose was broken, the way it
seemed bent a little to the left and was still dripping blood. His t-shirt was
soaked with it, at least from what Jax could see, but his hands, Jax snorted,
there wasn’t a mark on this guy’s hands at all. He hadn’t even tried to defend
himself.
Fucking pathetic.
He leaned back against the railing and rubbed his aching
shin where the big asshole had kicked him. That was gonna leave a mark, a fact
that left him itching to kick the guy again. The only thing that held him in
check was the heavy pounding of footsteps up the steps and the sound of a radio
crackling. Great, he knew the drill, put his hands on the top of his head, shut
his mouth, hold still and wait for them to get to him.
“Are you armed?” One of the officers asked as his partner
knelt to check on the unconscious forms of the two men who’d completely fucked
up his night.
“Yes, officer,” he replied, not daring to twitch in the
slightest.
Vicelike hands gripped his wrists, squeezing tight as
cuffs were put on and he was yanked to his feet and shoved face first against
the wall. The officer frisked him thoroughly, finding the blackjack he’s shoved
back in his pocket and the knife in its sheath on his belt.
He could hear them call for an ambulance, and the mummed
voices of people down below; great, some way to acquaint himself with his new
neighbors. He was spun around and told not to move, a fact he was more than
happy to comply with if it would get him to the part where he got to explain
his side quickly, and then return to bed.
“Sir, please sit still, an ambulance is on its way.”
“Wh-what happened?” Danny asked groggily shaking his
head.
“That is what we’d like to determine,” the officer
explained.
Jax glared down at the small man he’d rescued, kicking
himself for about the tenth time for even bothering to get involved.
For a moment, Danny just looked around as the events of
the evening swirled through his mind. At the forefront, the hate filled way his
boyfriend of nine months had greeted him, and the rage that their new neighbor
had been forced to rescue him from.
“H-he saved me,” Danny said as he pointed across the
hallway at Jax.
Both sets of officers turned to look his way. Jax just
smirked, wishing he could wave. It was kinda funny really, considering the fact
that Jax Wilson usually didn’t give enough of a shit to save anyone.
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