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It was dark; the headlight was the only light guiding their way. They had been on the road for hours, but she had lost her sense of time shortly after they had begun their journey. She closed her eyes as the wind caressed her face; she loved being on the back of a Harley, it had been far too long, though the circumstances of her being back on the road were not what she would have liked them to be. The bike sped up, the wind now whipping her hair into her face. She wrapped her arms tightly around her driver and buried her face into his back, accidentally knocking the front of her helmet into the back of his. "Sorry, Uncail." She giggled.
The man smirked, let go of the right handle, and squeezed her knee to let her know that it wasn't an issue. After getting a sense of the new relationship of the wind and the bike, she leaned back again, letting go of his waist, thankful that the sissy bar was installed before he had come to get her. She placed her hands on her knees, looking up at the star filled sky, the moon nowhere in sight, wondering what the next few days would bring. She was anxious to meet the men that her companion had spent a large majority of his time with. She knew they had all been in Belfast a few years prior for business, but she didn't know the details, something about a missing baby. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air as her head filled with doubts. She wasn't exactly running away, she was nearly thirty years old, an adult who was able to make her own decisions, though she didn't act like one by packing her lone bag, which was stowed in the saddle bag to her left, leaving a quick note, and catching the next plane to the states. She had only just secured a ride the moment she landed. Why was she always such an inconvenience? She frowned as she thought what her mother would think when she found the note, she was living at home to help her parents, and running away from her problems to another country was not in their best interest. Her eyebrows furrowed together, she would do what she could to send her parents money, as much as she could, and she knew the Sons back home would help them. She let out a small sigh as she realized that she would be in the same situation here in California as she was back in Belfast.
A clearing ahead where street lights and flood lights shone through pulled her attention away from her thoughts. As the bike got closer, she realized that they were just about to reach their destination, but why where they here, at the clubhouse? She wanted to just curl up in bed and forget her problems for the few hours that her mind would let her rest. The man turned behind him once they had gone up the driveway and tapped the girl on her leg, "Come on Doll, off ya go, can't back 'er up with ya on."
She let out a groan as she climbed off, the jet lag started to kick in once her feet were back on the ground. She scanned the area, taking in her surroundings, there were a few guys sitting at some tables nearby, cigarettes hanging out of their mouths as they talked amongst each other under their breath, their eyes not leaving her. She sneered as her eyes rolled, "Uncail!" She marched toward the bike that had just been backed in between two others, its driver taking his helmet off and placing it on the seat, she removed her own helmet and handed it to him.
"Iníon baistí!" He mocked her; a smile crept onto his lips as he took her helmet and put it away.
Her face fell flat as he retorted. "Not funny." He pulled her bag out of his saddle bag and tossed it to her, she caught it as she continued, "What are we doing here, and why are they starin' me down?" She motioned to the men that shifted their attention away from the pair.
He glanced over at the tables, "Prospects, my dear, they don' know what's going on." He paused and looked down at her, "Hell, I don' even know what's going on." He cocked his eyebrow at her as he locked his saddle bags back up and pulled the sissy bar off the back of his bike. "I've got ta drop this off; I borrowed it from the garage ta get ya." He started toward the clubhouse, the girl close on his heels "Plus, there's a bar in there, and you have a lot ta tell me, otherwise I'll call yer da' and have him fly yer ass home."
She stopped, "Please don' send me back." He turned and looked at her, "I'm not safe there." She looked down at her feet and dug the toe of her beat up converse shoe into the dirt.
"I've told ya if ya need anything the Sons out there are there ta protect ya." He placed his free hand on her shoulder and used the sissy bar to prop her chin up so that he could make eye contact with her. "Haven' I?"
"Aye, and they're keeping an eye on mum and da'!"
"So why aren't they keeping an eye on you?" He asked sternly.
"Cause I had ta leave." She wrung her hands together, "Seamus wants me dead."
He threw his hands up in defeat, "I told ya to stay away from that boy, didn' I?" He turned and continued walking toward the building.
"I know!" She whined, "An' I tried!" She chased after him.
"What did ya do this time ta have him come at ya?" He asked, slowing his pace so that she could catch up.
"I tried breaking up with him, he said I wasn' allowed. Said that he had the say and that it wasn' time."
He glanced down at the girl, "What are ya missin' from that story?"
She shrugged back, "I just told 'im I was done, didn' want to be with 'im anymore." The man shot her a look and she sighed, "Things got physical, we got in a fight. He gave me a black eye!" She nearly shouted as they stepped into the clubhouse, the light finally giving a good look to her face, a nice sized shiner was present under her right eye.
"Why didn' you just have the sons kill 'im?" He asked, as he raided the bar and poured them each a glass of whiskey. He knew she was leaving something out of the story, but only time would tell, he'd get nowhere with her tonight. He tossed the sissy bar onto a nearby table; he would put it away in the morning. He slid one of the glasses across the bar toward the girl and held his own up to cheers.
She reached for the glass that was pushed toward her as she replied, "They're working on it. He's got connections." She lifted her glass and took a swig, "They suggested I leave, and that they'd protect mum and da'. They don' leave the house, so they're easier to keep track of. I have..." She paused and pressed her hand onto her forehead, "well, had a job." Another swig, "And I had friends an' a life." She finished off her whiskey and set her glass down, folded her arms on the countertop, and placed her forehead on top. "I fucked up Uncle Filip." She whined to her Godfather.
Chibs walked over and patted her back, "Don't worry about it, Aideen, we'll keep ya safe 'ere." He drank his drink in one swift gulp and set his glass down on the counter, "Get some sleep, yer safe here. Wake me if ya need anythin'." He kissed the top of her head and made his way to his empty dorm.