"Ah, Jackie Boy!" Chibs yelled, as I walked through the hospital doors. I waved, and walked towards him.
"Hey Chibs. Anything new happen?" I asked, both of us walking towards our motorcycles. He looked at me and shook his head, laughing silently.
"My god. Not even 10 minutes of the hospital from getting shot and your already asking. No, not since the deal with the Niners went south." Chibs explained I laughed along, getting on my motorcycle and starting it up.
"Maybe something interesting will finally happen today!" I shouted over the roar of my Harley, driving towards Main Street next to him.
CHANGE OF CHARACTER
"You bitch! No one asks questions to me." The Mexican shouted. I shook my head. Looking around, I tapped my fingers against my leg.
"Oh really? Is that why the police interrogated you yesterday? About the non-asking question thing? Real smart move revealing the clue about the hit on SAMCRO's gun deal. Besides, you might not want to blow my brains out on Main Street." I said. The Mexican slapped me, and I spit blood on his shoes. Hearing the roar of two motorcycles, I looked around frantically, hoping the two bikers would notice the girl in front of a barber shop with an AK-47 pointed at her head.
"Shit!" The Mexican said, pacing as the two guys on the motorcycles pulled over. One had blond hair who was probably in their mid-20's and the other has slightly shorter grayish hair, being older than blondie.
"Finally. Someone noticed that I had an AK pointed at my god damn head." I said, sighing. The two guys snickered, while the Mexican slapped me again. "Hey. Two bikers, both probably armed with a whole club available. I just thought I'd explain my current situation Shithead. You know, save my freaking life?" Another slap. Probably deserved that one.
"Hey, let her go and we'll let you escape alive. Or, we can shoot your head off now. The girl was right two. I have a whole club available." The blondie, who I noticed was the V.P of their biker club announced. I smiled and watched the situation unravel,
"Come on Shithead. Want to risk your life over me? Some girl you decided you wanted to kill for no reason?" I interfered, still smiling. The Mexican hesitated before running towards his bike and driving away like a psychopath. The older man walked up towards me, pulling me up from my sitting position.
"You alright?" The man asked, with an Irish accent. "Got quite the attitude and mouth. What's your name, any family?" I wiped the dirt off my jeans, and looked at the Irishman.
"I'm fine. The attitude and mouth is the Italian side of me. It'll get me killed one day, my mother swears on it. My name is Sam, and my only family ditched me here. It was a couple days ago when I overheard that situation with that damn Mexican. Finally, I approached him like twenty minutes ago about it. Let me say, I enjoyed giving him that black eye when he said I was a slut." I explained. The men looked at me, and the blond on smiled. I rolled my eyes, and looked back at the Irishman, knowing he had something else to say.
"I'm Chibs, he's Jax. How old are you?" Chibs asked, looking at me like a father would.
"Nnice to meet you, under the circumstances. I'm only 16. Got a place I could stay?" I asked back. The blond, Jax, smiled at me.
"Look older. And yeah, we do. You can ride with me." Jax offered. I waved my hands. Grabbing my backpack, I looked at Chibs.
"I'd rather ride with Chibs. I trust him more." I replied. The two men got on their motorcycles, and I got on after Chibs. Holding onto him, I looked at him as we drove off to their club's place.
