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Chapter 2
What's Your Problem?
"This is Clay my husband, Tig, Opie, Bobby, Jax your cousin, Piney, our prospect Half Sack, and you've already met Chibs and Juice." Gemma said gesturing to each of the guys she had made line up like she was a drill sergeant. Most of them had pretty weird names, I didn't even want to find out on how Half Sack got his name.
"Cousin?" Jax asked. He was definitely confused. Hell, from the looks of it they all were.
"Well, I had a brother, maybe still have, but anyways he was older than me. Left when I was thirteen? Yeah thirteen. This is his daughter, Haylee Madock." Gemma said gesturing to me.
They were all pretty shocked. Well I guess they didn't quite expect Gemma's niece from a brother everyone but Gemma knew nothing about to show up in Charming. Why couldn't of Gretchen warned me about this? Hell, why didn't she come out here before she died. I mean sure, she wasn't biologically Nate's but he raised her more than he did me. She got 12 years with him I got 6. I remember his face and his name but that was about it.
After what seemed like hours of silence, Clay finally said, "Welcome to the family." Then they all went about there work.
I got Daisy in her booster seat and was hoping Gemma would forget about coming to help me unpack. I needed time to digest all this and try to figure out my sister's motives.
"Half Sack, Juice!" Gemma hollered.
"Yeah?" Juice asked.
"Follow us to Haylee's. We're helping her unpack." Gemma said. Damn, why couldn't she of just forgot. I had a feeling she was definitely the type to pry, and but her nose in where it didn't belong. This would take some time to get used too.
They didn't reply just got on their motorcycle's and started them. Gemma got in her car and I started the truck and pulled out of TM. Be careful what you wish for was definitely a true saying. Wish for a family every year for as long as you can remember, and you might just get one. In their biker glory and all.
"How are you going to survive with this little stuff?" Gemma asked me. It was true we didn't have much. I fit as much as that would fit in my truck and left the rest. Daisy had everything she practically owned, except for her pink escalade power wheels. I just had the necessities: bed, clothes, shoes, makeup, and jewelry. I'd buy the rest as I could, but Daisy would not suffer because of this move. That is something I would damn well make sure of.
"Daisy's got everything she needs. I got what I need. I'll buy the rest as I can." I said.
"I can help you out." Gemma said smiling.
"With all due respect, I've been a charity case since I was three bouncing in and out of different foster care homes till my sister turned 18. I don't need charity," I said honestly trying not to be rude.
"Think of it as belated birthday and Christmas presents." Gemma said. I could see her struggling with me saying no. It was obviously not something she was use too.
"That's really not necessary." I said to her.
"Either you come with me and pick out what you need or I'll pick it out for you and I can see we don't have quite the same taste." Gemma said pointing to my sundress and cowboy boots.
One thing about me, I know when I'm fighting a losing battle and this was definitely one of those times. "Fine." I said forcing a smile. I did not like to except charity. Nope, not one bit. I still remember my social worker tried to give me these hammy down clothes, they were ugly as all hell, stained, and she was a bitch. So when I said no thank you she said 'beggars can't be choosers' which really set me off. I politely told her to fuck off and asked her if she ever saw me begging. That was the end of my foster care life. Gretchen let me move in with her after that. I was 12 and she was 18.
"Glad you seen it my way." Gemma said smiling, obviously happy that she got her way.
I walked into my apartment. I hadn't seen it yet but was quite shocked that it was advertised as being so nice, but the rent was cheap at least to me. Back home for the same price, we lived in a not so nice part of town and the apartment was crabby. This one was just gorgeous and not only did I have my own room (I shared with Daisy back home) but I had a walk in closet and my own bathroom. I was literally in heaven.
I'm not really sure if you would call it a apartment or not, technically it was part of a duplex but looked just like a house, does that make it an apartment? It didn't matter we'd have our own house soon, I had three years left of law then we'd have one of the nicest houses in Charming, if I choose to stick around that is.
Daisy was in her room instructing Juice on how she wanted her bed set up and then once Juice had it set up that way she'd change her mind completely and giggle about it. She was playing a game. I laughed and watched. After about five minutes of watching I said, "Daisy be nice now. Decide where you want you bed." Her bed was your typical toddler bed you can get from Wal-Mart. Purple with Tinkerbell. She loved Tinkerbell. It made me proud to call her my niece.
"Thanks." Juice mumbled before walking out. He was so nice earlier today, what the hell happened?
"Let's make your bed then I'll put the canopy up." I said smiling at my niece. We made her bed with her tinkerbell set, and then her purple canopy was hooked into the sealing and her bed was done.
I find Juice sitting in my living room hooking up my computer, but Gemma and Half Sack were nowhere to be found. "Where's Gemma?" I asked.
"Drama with Jax's ex old lady. Had to leave." He said like he was pissed off. What the hell is an old lady? Like a gray haired - pants up to your saggy tits - bingo playing old lady? What the hell would Jax being doing with someone that old? Then again, I know nothing about Jax or his preference in men, or almost extinct things.
"Oh. Thanks for helping." I said trying to be polite.
"Not like I had much of a choice." He said. He was being a dick and I was about to find out why.
"What the fuck's your problem with me?" I asked him angrily.
"Maybe you coming here and acting all Miss innocent victim?" Juice asked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I was by no means playing anything, and I was not a victim, I was just me who had bad shit happen to her.
"Like you don't know." He said with a icy tone to his voice.
"I beg your pardon?" I said slightly raising my voice. I was beyond confused.
"Your sister. You. Me. Neighbors. You and your sister killed your Dad." Juice practically shouted at me.
"No we didn't. Are you like high or something? And we were never neighbors." I said. What the fuck was he getting at?
"Hmm." He said, "Maybe she did it on her own then?"
"My sister would never kill my dad. She loved him." I said. He just must be as dumb as everyone says.
"You know who your sisters realy Dad is right?" He asked.
"No, but just because I don't know that doesn't mean she killed my dad." I said defending my sister.
"Vincent Asaro Jr. Next in line for the Bonanno crime family." He said a look of sadness in his eyes.
"How would you know that?" I asked confused.
"Let me tell you a story and if you didn't take any part in this story as you claim, I'm sorry for being a dick." He said.
"Fine. Go on." I said wanting to find out about what the hell he was talking about.
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