The Salvation Knights MC Jinx's Mistake (by KJ) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: After Christmas Crime

Deidra’s P.O.V.

The next morning I woke up wrapped in warmth. This time, there was no little kid whispering my name and poking my nose. I woke up all on my own with the sun shinning through the window. It was a bit blinding and I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet. Brixton was wrapped around me in the same way as yesterday; my back pressed to his chest, one arm under my head, one wrapped around my waist, and one of his legs between mine He was snoring softly into my hair. It was kind of adorable. And I will take adorable little snores over loud ones any day.

For a while, I just laid there, unmoving. I was so comfortable and so warm. But then my phone

started buzzing on the bedside table. Brixton didn’t flinch at all, but I didn’t want the noise to wake

him up. I quickly snatched my phone as my eyes popped open. I looked at the screen, expecting to see a call, but that wasn’t the case. I was actually getting several text messages.

Most of them were from Deb, which was strange because we just spoke last night. I called her after we had opened our gifts. It was the second time I called her that day, but after getting my mom’s necklace, I had to call and tell her. Everything was fine, and she told me how she had a

relaxing day off and did nothing aside from open the handful of gifts I had gotten her. Which I had

to demand she do without me.

A few texts were from a weird number, claiming to be my security company for Garden Sip. And several were from another new number that Sophie made. I could only see part of what everything said. But my fingers moved on their own, opening the messages claiming to be my security company. My eyes widened, and I sat up in bed, knocking Brixton’s arm off me and waking him up

in the process.

“What?” He blurted, clearly disoriented.

I just stared at my phone with my mouth hanging open. There were a handful of texts that started from around 3 a.m. until about an hour ago. But there was just no way that I was reading this correctly.

“Baby, is everything okay?” Brix asked as he sat up. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

I turned my head, intending to answer him, but no words would come out. Which just made Brix jump into concerned boyfriend mode. His face morphed into pure worry as he cupped my cheeks.

His eyes flickered down as if expecting me to be hurt somewhere. When those blue-greens met my own eyes again, there was a question in them. All I could do was push my phone towards him. He read over the messages without letting me go.

Once he read over the few messages though, he looked at me with shock again. Then he did let go of my face. All to jump up from the bed and grab his phone off the dresser. His back was to me as he tapped on his phone before bringing it to his ear As it rang out to whoever, he turned to face me and all I saw there was pure fury that had me swallowing hard.

“Psych, I need a favor,” Brixton said.

He called Psych? Why him?

“Need you to get Baffle and the twins and head over to Garden Sip right now,” he said without taking his eyes off me. “Someone broke in. I need to know what exactly happened and who did it.”

I’ve never heard Brixton sound like that before. Serious and dangerous. Exactly what I would

picture a biker to sound like. His voice held no warmth, no teasing, no annoyance. Just pure

seriousness. The kind that makes you nervous. Or, should make you nervous. But I just can’t

bring myself to be intimidated by him. Especially not after these last few days together.

“Can you please see if one of the ol’ ladies will go with you too, to check on Deb?” Brix asked. “She’s probably there dealing with it.”

My eyes snapped back to my phone at that. I quickly opened my chat with Deb. She’s sent me over 20 texts. At first, she let me know what happened and not to worry and that she was handling it all.

Then she was telling me what the cops said and the damage. She told me to call her as soon as I got her messages.

“Thanks brother,” Brix said into his phone before hanging up, just as I brought mine to my ear.

“Deidra,” Deb breathed out from the other line.

“Deb, what happened? Are you okay?” I asked immediately as Brix sat behind me on the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my head.

“I’m fine, everyone’s fine, no one was hurt,” she rushed out before sighing heavily. “Someone vandalized the place in the middle of the night and broke in. The security company was texting us both, but I was asleep. I saw their messages this morning, but we need a new company. They didn’t even call either of us or the police, just kept sending texts. Completely useless.” She ranted, sounding extremely annoyed.

“Oh, don’t either of you worry,” Brix said, hearing everything Deb said. “I’m fixin’ that today.”

“Was that… who I think it was?” Deb asked me. “Deidra Hartman, it’s barely 8 in the morning. What

are you doing with Jinx already?” Her teasing voice made me roll my eyes. I decided to just put the phone on speaker after that.

“I put you on speaker, Deb,” I warned her. “I’m withinx, yeah. Never left last night,” I admitted, trying to ignore the blush creeping up my neck.

“Or the night before that,” Brixton added, giving me smirk. I glared at him as Deb giggled on the other line. “Anyway,” he said. “We’re going to get you hooked up with the club’s security. I got some guys on the way to help with everything. You just direct them where they need to go and let Baffle

do his thing. He’s our tech guy and runs a security company. My brothers are gonna take care of

everything for you Deb, okay?”

I just blinked at him and Deb was silent for a moment.

“Uhm… okay,” she replied hesitantly. “That’s okay with you, Deidra?”

“Yeah, of course,” I said without hesitation. “I’m not there to help, and I don’t want you doing it all by yourself Deb.”

“I suppose it’s a good thing the police just left,” she muttered.

“Deb, what even happened?” I asked. “Do we know anything? How bad is the damage?”

Deb sighed again, sounding drained. It made me feel bad. She shouldn’t be dealing with this. I should be.

“It looks like a couple of teenagers were pulling some kind of prank gone wrong or something,” she told me. “At least, that’s what the police said. Ironically, they asked if I thought it was possibly the youngin’s affiliated with the club.”

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