Jules stood there looking at the three Sons that had come to her and Sophie's rescue. She knew who the Sons were. They were a brother club of the Satan's Sons. When Rip told her about the safe deposit box, she had asked why it and the key were in Charming. He had just smiled and said that if she would ever need to get into it, he wanted it in a place where she could be protected and the Sons could do that. That the box was a last resort if shit went truly sideways.
The one with the VP patch was maybe four or five years older than her twenty-five years with blonde hair and a pretty boy face under the beginnings of a beard. But he had put two and two together quickly, so he must have a brain in his pretty head.
The Scot who had looked at Sophie's cheek was a little taller than the blonde. He had dark hair that had started to silver with dark eyes that she could tell smiled more often than they did not. She could also see the scars that went from each corner of his mouth. He was gentle with Sophie which she appreciated.
The third guy was taller than the other two and looked like a whole barrel full of naughty fun. Shaved head with a tat on his skull with black eyes and long legs. He was trim and muscular. She also noted his 'unholy ones' patch on his cut. He was an enforcer. The one who meted out biker justice to those that had betrayed his club. She could only hope Dougie ended up in his hands.
The blonde nodded. "I'm Jax. That's Chibs and Happy." Pointing at the Scot and her possible future fuck. Although she could certainly see the appeal of Jax as well. Oh hell, if she was being honest, she wouldn't throw any one of them out of bed. But as always, no one, but no one saw her bed without Sophie being okay with them.
She nodded. No reason to let him know what she was thinking. "Jules. And this little charmer is Sophia."
Her daughter had stopped crying and screaming when Jax had put a gun to Dougie's head. Her girl's dark eyes took the three in, landing on Jax. "Sophie." The little girl's voice was hoarse but unafraid.
She rolled her eyes and kissed her kid's head. "Sophie." She grinned. "That's what the MC calls her." She gestured to their cuts. "She recognizes the general shape and look. So, in her almost three-year-old head, you're to call her Sophie like the others do."
Chibs smiled. "Well, Miss Sophie. We're gonna take ye and yer Mum to our clubhouse and get yer cheek looked at."
She looked at Jax and the others. "Can I follow you in my car?" She wasn't gonna run from them but didn't want to be stuck either. "Her car seat is in there."
Jax nodded at Happy. "You and Chibs get her and Sophie to the clubhouse. I'll wait for Juice and Sack here." He kicked Dougie, which was earning him points with her. "Clay said to bring him to the garage."
Happy looked at Jax and tossed him some keys. "Have Juice ride my bike to the clubhouse. I'll drive her and the kid there." His voice was raspy and low. Kind of like hers. He looked at her, his dark eyes giving nothing away. "Where are the keys?"
She pointed down at the stupid fuck. "His pocket." Happy crouched down and found them in Dougie's front jeans pocket. He hit the button to unlock the door.
"Get in the back with the kid." His voice brooking no argument. "I need to talk to Jax for a second and then we'll get her some medical attention."
She knew better than to argue. Rip had been an enforcer and then eventually SAA for the Satan's Sons. Plus, with Pop being Pres and her eldest brother being VP, she knew when to argue and when to just shut the fuck up and follow directions.
She nodded and got Sophie in her car seat and went to climb in the back when she felt a hand stop her. She looked over to see Chibs. "Here lass." Handing her a dark bandana. "Hold this to her cheek. Doc will look at her as soon as we get there."
"Thanks." She got in the car and Chibs closed the door. She turned to see Happy talking with Jax, looking back at the car a couple of times. She shook her head and looked at Sophie. "Well girlie, I have no idea what we're in for but it has to be better than the last couple of days." Her daughter nodded mutely. She was starting to worry. Other than just saying her name now, her kid hadn't spoken in over two days. That wasn't normal, usually Sophie was a chatterbox.
Happy got into the car and started it. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.
She sat by her daughter holding the piece of cloth to Sophie's cheek, staunching the blood flow. She looked at the eyes in the rearview mirror. "How long 'til we get there?" She was trying to keep her voice calm, but the fact that the split cheek hadn't stopped bleeding was getting to her. Along with everything else over the last two days.
"Ten minutes." She nearly smiled. He was a succinct man. It was a trait she didn't share, but could appreciate.
She simply nodded as she continued to look into the dark eyes that were still studying her in the rearview mirror.