I hope you all enjoy OHK! I'm having a little too much fun with Mina, she's such a bad child, I don't know what to do with her.
Anyways, I'll be going pretty slow with this story, not sure whether it'll be going with the seasons or not, so far it's based around season two-ish but that'll all I got for now!
-CHAPTER THREE
After that horrible embarrassment yesterday, I almost did what Clay had said but the rebel in me decided I couldn't just leave with my tail between my legs like a pissing dog, I had to stay a few more days, not only to spend time with the little family I did enjoy but I had to. I had to stay here just a little while longer, why? Because I knew that would piss Clay Marrow off and I'd do anything to make that man angry, anything.
"Kitten? What are you doing here?" Chibs' questioned as I pulled up in the yard on my bike, parking it next to the others like the cool cat I am. "Another daddy visit, duuuh." I replied in the most girliest way I could possibly muster, Chibs just scoffing out a laugh as he got back to his beer, "Jax inside?" I asked, kissing the side of his scared up cheek, turning on my heels once he nodded to my question.
"Jacksoooon!" I sang as I busted through the door, startling a few guys as I did,
"Shit Kitten!" Opie coughed, the shock forcing a small amount of beer down the wrong pipe.
"Oops, sorry Opie. Just wanted to know where Jax...… you know what, screw him, I'll hang out with you." I barked, scooting to the other side of him and plopping down on the couch, "Ah, I remember that one time we fought over who'd be sleeping on this couch when we were kids." I laughed, closing my eyes and leaning against the bearded guy's shoulder like I did when we were younger.
"Yeah, you always cheated by crying… I'm still not comfortable around women when they cry thanks to you, you fucked me up." Opie reported going back to his beer after a small laugh.
"Aw, just sounds like you missed me." I teased, snuggling against the guy more, flinging my arms around him and squeezing,
"Oh what's this? You two gunna' do something nasty?" Tig spoke up from the bar after hearing Opie's grunts of disapproval to my closeness,
"You'd like that wouldn't you Tiggy? No, no. Opie and I got our curiosity out long time ago." I mewled, caressing a hand along Opie's beard covered jaw, he ended up coughing on his beer once more, pulling away from me.
"Quit it. He doesn't need to hear about that." His mouth tightening around the beer, chugging the rest of it to keep his mouth shut,
"What?!" Tig yelled, moving closer to us two. "We're kidding Tig, we kissed like once." Opie laughed, shaking his head at the instantly curious man, "Yeah, you pervert." I added bursting out into a fit of good belly hurting laughs as Tig just scoffed at us.
Within the small chat I had with Opie and Tig, I found out about Op's first wife and two kids, how not very long ago at all that she was murdered. "My god." I replied after all the information, the crap that happened to her poor boys, life wasn't so easy around here. Opie left me alone with Tig, not really alone, the two new guys were around but further away, closer to the apartment than the bar.
I liked Tig but he was much too creepy to enjoy alone, I had plenty of nightmares of the older man trying to take my virginity when I was a teen and those kind of traumatized me. I tried though, I sat and talked with him, actually finding him less creepy now that I am older, he was just a little wrong in the head and really, who wasn't? "I'm getting a beer, want one?" I asked after a while, he made me laugh enough for my lifetime and a beer just seemed like the perfect addition.
"Get me one!" The angry, raspy man yelled at me once the beer touched my lips,
"Me too." Added the tattooed head one, he was lost in the computer but knew a beer call when he heard one.
Utter rage filling my stomach, I was no sweetbutt they could just order around, I was way higher in the food chain than any of those whores were. Narrowing my eyes at the two men, bringing up a finger and flicking off the one who had been staring at me before I walked out the room and headed outside.
A cigarette was just what I needed, I didn't get one in the morning and that was half the reason for my completely bitchy mood toward these new guys. "Mina? The hell, are you trying to get yourself killed? What did you do to piss off Happy so damn bad?" Jax's voice interrupting the intimate moment I was having with my second cigarette, whenever I skipped one, I needed two in a row, sometimes three. I need to quit. "I flicked him off, what do I care? Let him kill me, I haven't had a good fight in a while." I scoffed, puffing the butt of the cigarette long enough to fill my lungs. "Mina!" Jax laughed, shaking his head, joining me up on the table, like the good old times.
I watched him for a second, he was so different and yet, so similar from when I left, "I missed you brother." I confessed, a sad smile hitting my cheeks, "What did I miss with you…? I heard enough from Op." I sighed this time, looking away from him.
"I had a kid, a son. His name is Able." His voice filled with so much joy as he informed me, this bringing tears to my eyes,
"…you did? …oh shit… I'm an aunt? ..No, I'm… not, I wasn't there for you for so many years. I don't get that title." Laughing a bit, I pushed some of my black strands behind my ears, taking another puff of my cigarette before Jax spoke up again.
"Don't be stupid. I never hated you for leaving, I told myself that if you never came back is when I would give up on you…. I could never hate my sister, you kidding me?" Jax was so nice and just so him, I loved him so much, my stupid fucking half-brother brother. "You want to meet him?" He asked with such hope it surprised surprised me.
He really wanted me, of all people, to meet his son? I wouldn't even want me to meet my own child.
Holding this little kid after hearing all the crap he had been through on the way to my old home made my heart skip, he was so gorgeous, so fucking little, "You look like your daddy." I whispered in his ear, he was sleepy and decided that my shoulder was going to be as good as it got. "Jax… Jax, I think I love him." I confessed, taking my eyes off the baby and landing right on his smiling father, who only smiled wider at my words. Nodding a little before petting gently at his son's head, Jax gave Able a kiss and left the room.
"I'll see you both later."
I chilled at home with the baby in my arms for a while, Gemma wasn't due at the club till later, so she hung out with me, it was really, really nice. "We really missed having you around baby." My mother added, laying her head on my other shoulder, patting at Able's back as he slept soundly. "….I… for this kid, I wish I stayed." I pointed out, keeping my hazel eyes on his sleeping form, I didn't want to leave him, I don't know if I even could. We stayed like that for probably an hour, my body was starting to cramp up on me, which only happened if I stayed in one position for too damn long,
"Come on, let's head back to the club. I'm putting your ass to work." Scoffing happily as she lifted from the couch, my mother waved me up, helping me as I held out a hand, my other was too occupied with keeping the kid safe in my grasp as I lifted from the couch myself.
Mom lead me to Able's stroller that was packed for the day at the club, pulling him slowly off my shoulder I slipped a kiss on one of his chubby cheeks as I set him inside, tucking the blankets over him. These kinds of feelings for a child have never hit me before, because in all honesty I really hated kids, at least I usually did but this one, I loved him instantly. I wasn't sure if these feelings came from my age or the fact that he was Jax's son? I have no clue but I liked loving someone like this, with no limits.
Night had hit quicker than I remembered back when I was in Charming, I spent most of the day helping out my step-mother in the office before she had to focus more time on Able, I wasn't good at feeding him or changing him, so she granted me my freedom. Which was spent at the clubhouse, I hung out with the adorable new prospect, helped him around with his chores a little, he had a cute smile on him but a horrible sack, no thank you... well, maybe.
I hid whenever I heard my father's voice, he knew I was still around but I just didn't feel like arguing with his stupid ass today, I was having a good day and fighting when I was like this was pretty rare.
Mixing in with a few familiar faces that came to the welcome home party for Bobby, who I didn't know was in Jail this whole entire time, I was excited to see him. I really did forgot how great it was to be able to spend time with everyone here, I fucking missed this about the club, how lively every single party was, it was never a dull one.
"Hey." Half-Sack greeted once finding me again,
"Heeeeeey!" I replied with a smile, he was starting to be a favorite around here, I liked his stupid ass. Grabbing him by his arm, I pulled him closer to me, his nervousness was intoxicating, I felt like I needed to push it and see just how nervous I could make him.
"Hey, Half-Sack's got a girlfriend." That annoying ass raspy voice boomed from behind me, Half-Sack and I were chatting with Opie and Piney, well slightly, Piney didn't really talk, just stared at nothing while you were around him.
Anyways, I looked over my shoulder, both the new guys from before coming over to join our group, "Don't be jealous that I'd rather give him a beer than you. Or you." I pointed at the one with the tattooed head,
"What?" he asked confused as hell, "Oh come on, I'm funnier than he is." The tattooed head guy huffed, shaking his head with a lopsided grin, which was fucking hot, maybe I should ease up on him a little.
"Oh... so I don't know your name, I need calling you tattooed head." I confessed with a chuckle,
he laughed at my statement, "It's Juice, what about you, Kitten or Mina?" He replied back, I was utterly surprised about how nice he was, not like the other one who stayed quiet the whole time after I spoke out.
Good, I really didn't like him anyways.
"Call me Kitten, you're not cool enough to call me Mina." I winked, nudging his shoulder,
"Whoa… whoa! I thought I was your favorite." Half-Sack jested with a pout,
"Sorry man, ladies can't resist the Juice." The smug look on Juice's face had me dying,
"This lady can, as long as you keep that smile away from me when I'm drunk. No telling what I'll do." I was having such a great time with just these two, I don't think I remember laughing so hard before,
"Why are you so quiet? I know we hate one another but damn, party pooper." I replied, the other guy was just standing there, listening to the conversation if he wasn't looking around, silent. It was starting to creep me out and if he didn't talk soon, I'd probably have nightmares about him stalking me,
"I haven't had enough to drink to want to talk to your stupid ass." He scoffed, still not looking at me,
"Damn! I really don't like you." I hissed, my eyes narrowing as I stared at that stupid frown of his,
"I don't like you either, bitch." His eyes now on me, somehow that reply didn't make me pissed, it made me smile. I usually hated being called a bitch.
"Happy." He added, nodding at me,
"Not reallyyy..?" I replied, feeling my brows pull downward in confusion,
"No, I'm Happy. My name is Happy." He corrected, a hint of a smile on his face,
"OH! Ha. Good, now I know the name of the guy I don't like." Wrinkling my nose with this laugh, I thought I was too funny sometimes.
"Yeah, same here, Mina." He added before scoffing himself,
"Whoa now. You're so not allowed to call me that, nope. Not you, Juice maybe… he got some points for making me laugh." I replied, throwing an arm around Juice's neck, I'm pretty short so this forced him down a few inches, both of us laughing again. "Fucking midget!" Juice poked, removing my hand and replacing his on my waist. "Listen here tiger, keep it up and this fight will end with us naked on the floor." I replied with a bite to my lip, I was of course joking but I was a certified tease.
Happy had grunted before going over to Opie, leaving Juice and I tangled onto one another, Half-Sack nervously but quickly placed a kiss to my cheek, forcing my attention on him, "Hey! Okay, you two horn dogs, shoo!" I laughed, releasing myself from Juice's grasp, shaking my head at both of them before grabbing a beer and searching for another group to bother.
I took only about four steps before the blinding lights of a car pulling up caught my attention, taking another huge gulp of beer before my arm moved down to my side. "What's this?" I scoffed to myself, two men started to exit from the vehicle, two men who I had never seen before. My eyes quickly caught onto my father as he started to move in the men's direction, feeling a strange vibe I darting over to my father,
"Get out of here." He whispered with a hiss as we walked in step with one another towards the men. "Not a chance." I hissed back with a wicked smile, winking over at Tig who was at my father's side like always, he just shook his head at my defiance.
The two men that appeared from the car set their eyes on my father and I instantly noticed the one dressed up all types of fancy was holding some kind of box as we all reached closer to one another. Clay had told off the guys, the garage was closed but they weren't looking for any repairs, in the words of the fancy man. Offering my father the box, which he said was full of my father's favorite cigars, movement from the side of me caught my attention as well, everyone was staring at the men and some were coming up right beside us, a group was starting to surround the men, all actions in order to protect the president. My attention snapped back to the men again as they spoke, some nonsense about taking their advice to stop selling guns to the Mayans and 9'ners, which only made me join in with the laugh of the crew, of course Clay would joke about these kind of things.
Though, I really wouldn't put it past him if what these men were saying was true, Clay was fucked up like that. "We're just mechanics and Harley lovers." Clay laughed, while Tig recognized one of the men to be with the Nords. Keeping my ground and staring daggers at the two men like the rest of the crew, until the fancy man's lackey in a white button-up shirt stared me down as well, our eyes locked in a narrow battle.
Tig had brought out his gun after a slip of the tongue from one of the men, it was all just talk, I really didn't feel like following what anyone was saying anymore, not until the suit man called SAMCRO criminals, which they were but that's just rude and disrespectful, you don't call my childhood club such a name. "Let me be real clear, no one threatens SAMCRO and no one tells us what we can and can't do." Clay started once more, dropping the rules of how we worked and ordered the men away before Tig had permission to actually shoot next time.
"My new shop opens in two weeks, until then…" The suit man started, placing the box of cigars near my father's feet, something about it irking me.
"No one wants your shitty smokes man, get the hell out of here." I spat, glaring up at the two men as I stepped closer to my father, yes I did hate him but no one disrespects my family but me.
"You shut your mouth, dirty whore." The sidekick that I shared a stare down uttered stepping closer to me with a raised hand. Clay, Tig, Juice and even Happy pulled out their guns this time pointing them straight at the man who dared to try to put a hand on me,
"I'll have to ask you to be kind to my daughter. She's the love of my life, disrespect her like that again and I'll be the one shooting." Clay finished with his arm around me, pulling me into one of those rare hugs and even rarer, planting a kiss on the top of my head.
Backing off, the sidekick stepped back, almost bumping into my mother before apologizing and turning back to the car, the man in the suit had quit his staring at me long ago but the sidekick, his eyes were back on me once he reached the driver's door, it was starting to give me chills. Lifting my middle finger up quickly, I flicked the staring man off, not dropping it until the car had disappeared with the help of Tig and Happy, who followed the car out.
Dropping my hand, I sighed, looking up once my father spoke again, "I want to know everything." Clay handed the card that was given to him to Juice, who started to walk away, "Wait! I'm the intelligence officer in my MC, I can help him." I informed Clay, who just stared at me for a little while, "… which means you're good in you're patched in for that...fuck, alright you can help Juice." He sighed, nodding slightly, "I'm going to search after the party, join me then? I'm going to put this card near my computer, be right back." Juice pointed out, dashing quickly inside.
"You know I love you right?" Clay asked staring after Juice, my body tensed up instantly, I hated when he got into this kind of mood with me, we fought so much as I grew up that affection toward one another was so rare and uncomfortable for both of us, so things like this only put me at edge.
"Thanks… for what you said back there." He added, the arm around me started to pull me closer into him, squeezing me hard,
"..yeah.. you're still my dad... no matter what..." I sighed, giving up the fight against him for tonight.
"You'll always be my little Kitten." His stupid ass grin forcing me to smile back,
nudging him with my elbow as I managed to pulled away, "Alright. Alright, get off me you big lug."
Bobby slipped out of the next car that pulled up in the lot, everyone screaming and cheering at the sight of him, I was included with everyone, Bobby was always on my good side, so of course I'd be just as happy as everyone else seeing him out. Pushing my way through the crowd to find him, I needed to hug that big belly and fast. "Kitten!? Is that you?!" He gasped once I pulled away from the hug, of course he'd let some strange woman hug him, he was so damn perverted for his age but that was Bobby and it would never go away, I think it'll only get worse the more he ages, I swear.
"Yeah, it's me, you're little KitKat." I chuckled, saying the nickname of my childhood, I did love the candy bar so I didn't mind the name he gave me, it was special to me.
"Get off the stage!" I yelled at the blonde stripper dancing around on a pole, I defiantly had too many shots by the time the party started to get crazy, I don't remember how many I took when it was time to welcome bobby and I even got my own welcome home from the slurred mouth of that old guy, and of course I had to take another round of shots for myself, so I really don't remember the amount but I knew it was ten too many. Shooing off the woman for a turn, I took control of the pole, grinding up against it and doing a few tricks I learned back at my MC, I gained some good upper body strength practicing on these things.
"Kitten! Kitten!" A few familiar voices cheered me on, which only made it more fun,
"I'm sorry daddyyyy!" I yelled once yanking my shirt off, dancing in my red and black laced bra, which only forced the room to boom with delight.
Did I ever tell you how much I loved these men?
"I'm done! I'm done! Come on baby, get back up here." I waved up the laughing stripper who seemed to enjoy my show too, pulling her up on the stage before I jumped down. Fanning myself as I walked as steadily as I could to the bar, Half-Sack and Rat were play fighting near it,
"Whoever wins gets a kiss!" I joked, laughing as I reached the surface of the bar,
I heard Juice's voice in the stool next to me. "Nice pole dancing, gotta' teach me some moves." He laughed, winking at me before sipping on his beer,
"Oh hunny, you can't handle those moves, too pro." I replied, the both of us laughing away as Jax passed by, shaking his head at my lack of a shirt and hugging his brother,
"Good to see your ass is having fun." Jax replied with a laugh of his own, lighting up a jay. I stuck my tongue out at him, returning to my conversation with Juice, we both liked a few of the same things, both being responsible for the hacking section of our club, it was a rare conversation about computers and systems, the two of us clearly have never been able to gush like this because even though I was beyond drunk, I was happy I could still have a decent conversation that was actually about things I enjoyed.
Kissing my brother goodbye once he decided to head home early, something about going home to Able and Tara, which I guess they were dating again, I wasn't too thrilled but too drunk to care at the moment. I turned on my heels and headed back inside, taking another two shots that was offered to me by one of the sweetbutts, I was feeling a little too dizzy.
Within the dazed walk I ended up finding Juice sitting at the bar still, chatting on and off with a few people. He was my main entertainment for tonight, so I just had to keep coming back, "Heyyyy. I'm bored." I sighed, sliding next to him, way too drunk to hop on a stool,
"Want to start that thing Clay asked us to do?" He murmured,
"Noo… I'm too drunk for that, I'll just make it harder to find." I laughed, lying my head in my arms the room was starting to spin and I think I was going to throw up, I don't remember the feeling.
"Wanna' make-out?" Juice asked without any hesitation, catching me by surprise, I shot my head up, staring at him the best I could,
"Uh.. hell yeah." Not going to lie, I was thinking about that smile of his throughout this party and I was pretty damn horny, so might as well. Juice was cute enough, I don't think I would ever complain.
Author's Note: Uh-oh, looks like Juicy Boy's on Mina's list, this vixen better be careful bedding around SAMCRO, don't want the boys to be fighting amongst themselves, but then again, they can share a sweetbutt with no problems. Let's just hope Mina isn't messing with these guy's head too much.