Chapter 1 – Will the bells charm?
14 YEARS LATER.
The rain was beating down in the small Californian town of Charming. With it being the middle of summer is a highly rare occasion. Today should been a happy day but within SAMCRO something bad acompanies the good times. Today they should have been getting married but fate had other plans.
The Prince of Charming marrying his princess, One day they would be King and Queen of SAMCRO.
The wedding was set to start at three but around half past twelve on the 4th of August 2010 fate stepped in.
The wedding wasn't going to be a big event, much to Gemma's dismay. Jax just wanted him, her and their family. She wasn't bothered as long as she married him. They had been through enough shit, they wanted to be together.
She knew that the club were having problems with The Mayans, the crow she wore on her hip meant full enclosure between her and Jax.
Her white dress hung in the cupboard of his old dorm room. The courtyard of TM was filled with Harleys from around the country. Tacoma and the other chapters had travelled to Charming to celebrate the wedding of the national VP to his old lady.
She had just arrived at the clubhouse after getting her hair done. Her normally unruly curls, was now curled into an elegant chiffon. She ran from the car to the door of the clubhouse, carrying an umbrella to protect her hair from the rain. Once under the protection of the porch, she pulled her umbrella down. When she started to look for Gemma's car in the forecourt of TM. Gemma had told her that they needed to have a talk before she walked down the aisle to get married. She wasn't worried about what her future mother-in-law had to say; she knew it would be Mamma bear warning her to look after her son. She had her back turned to the gate when she heard a SUV slowing down.
As she turned to see if it was Gemma, she noticed that it wasn't Gemma's car. Just as the car got near the gate, the window of the unknown SUV slowly opened. She could the near caramel colour of his skin, the murderous look in the young man's eyes. Not in all her life would she forget his face, etched on her memory like an unwanted scar. The young woman's brown eyes widen at the sight of a gun rising in the man hand. He took aim and shot. As the gunshots rang out, she could feel a searing pain through in her shoulder and stomach. Her sight went black and her sense quickly dulled.
The young gunman had noticed that the young woman had fell to the ground, "I hit his old lady" he smirked to his brothers as the SUV sped away.
Jax was sat in the chapel with Opie and Bobby discussing the gun deal with the Irish, although the club was ok for money this deal would keep them above water for a few years with the amount it was worth. Once they heard the gun shots, they all at once ran towards the forecourt. Luann Delaney was the first to see the body of the young woman lying there. "Jesus Christ, call 911" she ordered to no one in particular.
She was lying in a pool of her blood. The ruby red blood contrasted with her white shirt. When he saw her lying on the floor he ran to her side and put her head on his knee.
His soon to be wife was dying in his arms, "Baby, stay with me. Please don't leave me," he cried. He looked at her face; she had a slight smile before she whispered, "Jax, I love you. Always remember that". Her slow breathing was soon covered with the sound of sirens. The ride to the hospital was tense; Jax wasn't allowed to ride with her due to her injuries. When the ambulance left the forecourt, Jax sped out after the flashing lights and sirens.
When they got the hospital, a nurse showed the large group of burly looking bikers and crying women. The nurse told him that Dr Henderson would be along after the operation to remove the bullets from her body.
The time seemed to trickle away, with every moment that passed the heavier the weight on Jax's shoulders seemed.
It had been six hours of waiting and pacing up and down the waiting room, the clock seemed to stop for them. Jax sat down in the waiting room and prayed that she'd be fine. He was wishing that it were he on that table instead of her.
After the fifth hour Jax was sat in the waiting room when the young doctor had entered the room. The Doctor had just told him that she was nearly lost her in theatre and the damage of the bullets couldn't be told until she had woken up from a medically induced coma. The doctor explained that her body could heal better if they placed her in one.
After the Doctor had left, Gemma entered the waiting room to find her only son with his head in his hands. She sat beside him and him. She could count the number of times she had seen her son cry on one hand.