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Happy started to make his way back towards the clubhouse as Chibs went and got situated on his bike beside Juice before they sped out of the lot in the direction Chelsea had gone when he noticed his sisters friends playing with a small dog. He stood there for a few more moments, wondering what his sister had gone through in the past four years since he gave up on bringing her home. Had he beat her all along? Did his little sister need him all this time and he just gave up on her? Could he had saved her from whatever hell she had been living?
As that last and final question crossed through his eyes, he quickly made his way over to the girls. "Blondie." Came his deep and raspy calling.
Bridget quickly looked up, admiring the fierce look in his eyes. "What's up, baldy?" She smirked at his raised eyebrow.
"What's the mutt's name?" He questioned while squatting down to pet the little fur ball as it barreled up to him.
Rachael and Bridget both plopped down on the ground next to him, "Havoc."
"Chelsea's dog, not doubt." Happy smirked knowingly, even before they gave him reassuring nods. He picked the little guy up for a second inspecting him before placing him in Rachael's lap. "Chelsea is staying here whether she likes it or not. She told me her plan was to get you girls back to your families. Was she lying about that too?"
Rachael nodded sadly as Bridget piped up, "I know you don't know us very well.. But Chelsea has became our family over the past few years. Do for her what we couldn't. Protect her."
"Why'd she leave?" He asked quietly in his rough voice, looking Rachael in the eyes. He had a feeling that if one of them knew, it'd be her.
Rachael lifted a small hand to cup his stubbly chin in a sisterly way, "I don't know.. But I do know that there hasn't been a day since I've met her that she hasn't wrote you a letter. She even has 'Happy' tattooed on the inside of her pinky finger so that Daryl couldn't see it." Rachael let her hand fall to his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"We always thought it was just a reminder to help her get through it all, you know? That is until we met you." Bridget smiled, catching Havoc before he could run into the garage.
Happy let out a deep breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding, "She wrote me letters?" Came his gruff response to what he had just learned. Rachael and Bridget both nodded their heads with small encouraging smiles.
With that said, Happy popped up and rushed into the clubhouse in search of Clay and Jax. "Pres. VP."
Clay internally groaned, knowing nothing good would come from this. "What's up, Hap?"
Happy nodded his head towards the hall, beckoning them to follow him until they reached a closed door. "I know this room is empty. I don't want Chelsea staying at some hotel and trust me, she ain't welcome in my house."
Clay outwardly groaned this time, holding a hand up to stop him from going any further. "$200 a month and she can stay here. If she puts her nose where it don't belong, she's gone. Got it?"
"Got it." Happy replied in that stoic voice of his, eyes narrowing at the man everyone around here was suppose to look up to.
WITH CHIBS AND JUICE...
Chibs zoned out as he and Juice chased a ghost, just hoping they could find her. He thought back to what Happy had said.. It's a warning.. He scoffed outwardly, the growl of his bike overriding it. What was there to be warned of? If Chelsea was a ride he wanted to get on he would and he didn't need anyone's permission to do it.
"There the car is!" Juice hollered over the rumbles, pointing over to The Hairy Dog that had Chelsea's shiny black Camaro parked right out front.
"Shite.." Chibs groaned, riding up along side of Chelsea's car. "This ain' gonna be good." He said to Juice once they killed their bikes, successfully blocking her car in. "Ya go in an' get her. I'll wait." Chibs reached into his jean pocket, pulling his prepaid free.
Juice quickly dismounted from his bike and rushed inside. Once inside he looked around and noticed some of Darby's guys signalling him out, "This isn't good." He turned, looking towards the bar to see if she was there.. He noticed her long slim legs first, then her luscious rear end, and followed by her long deep black hair that fell in waves around her. "Chelsea!" He shouted over the music, before he looked to the man she was in deep conversation with. He had on clean crisp pants with a matching button up shirt, but it wasn't the clothes that caught his eye.. It was the shiny gleam that was on the right side of his shirt. Fuuuuck.. "Chelsea!" He tried again to no avail as he watched her take a drink from the too clean cut and crisp man.
Deciding to try another approach when he saw the Nords heading his direction, he went back outside to consult with Chibs. "We got problems, man."
"Wha ya mean 'problems'?" Chibs questioned, sliding his glasses down the bridge of his nose.
"I mean does any other vehicle around here look familiar besides this car?" Juice said, failing his arms like a drunken idiot.
Chibs looked around, irritated that Juice wouldn't just tell him what was wrong. Noticing an old green jeep and a black suburban, he let out an audible growl. "Mary Motha of Christ! Tell me she ain' dead or worse.. In cuffs?" It was at that moment Chelsea bust out the door with a high pitched giggle escaping her lips, before her eyes landed on the two bikers blocking in her car. Chibs tried to catch her gaze, but she avoided looking into his eyes completely.
"Looks like my brother is being a bit overprotective. Is there any way we can take your car, David?" Chelsea purred sweetly, wrapping her arms around Deputy Chief Hale's waist, batting her eyes at him.
Luckily Hale's phone went off in that moment, "Hale." It was a few moments before he spoke again, "I see. I'm on my way." He swiftly hung the phone up and removed himself from her arms apologetically. "Duty calls. Here's my card though in case you need anything, Chelsea.. Don't hesitate to call." He kissed her cheek gently before running over to his old green jeep and taking off the other direction.
"So what? You boys my babysitters?" She inquired, going to lean up on Juice's bike, still avoiding looking Chibs in the eyes.. Knowing she would lose what little confidence she had within herself in this particular situation.
"Ya might wanna be wise 'bout who ya accompany in these parts, love." The edge in Chibs voice caused Juice's eyes to narrow suspiciously. It almost sounded like there was a hint of jealousy there. "Clay nor Happy won' take kindly ta ya shackin' up with tha enemy."
"Oh, but he'd take kindly to me shacking up with one of you?" Chelsea snapped, a single tear seemed to fall from her cheek.. But neither of the boys could be sure if it had actually been there. "My brother and you all need not worry about me. Go back to them all and tell them I'm denying their request to help me. I'm a big girl."
Juice and Chibs looked in between one another before they chuckled slightly. "Yeah. Right. So where next? Candyland?" Juice grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and give her a sexy wink.
Chelsea smirked back, "I'm gonna go back in there and have a few more drinks until I can't fucking feel a damn thing. Sound good? Good." She went to brush Juice's arm off her to head back inside the Hairy Dog, but instead found herself fighting the iron grip he had on her.
"That doesn't really work for us, babe. See the Nords ain't a friend of the club and you can't afford to be causing any trouble for us." Juice said, matter of factly while shrugging his shoulders apologetically.
At hearing his words and feeling the weight of displeasure and the urge to rebel against them, Chelsea swiftly bit Juice on his hard peck causing him to shove her away as he shrieked out in surprise and pain. Chelsea bolted for the bar door, but was yanked back and slammed into her car as Chibs pinned her there with his body pressed tightly against her's. She tried doing the same to him only to hear him let out a low seductive growl. "Look here, lass. Yer gonna get tha tight lil' ass of yer's back in yer car and go get blitzed back at tha club where yer gonna be livin'."
Juice turned away to try and avoid the awkward sexual tension that was radiating off the two in front of him. Looking around, the three had caught the attention of a few onlookers. "Guys,"
"Get yer ass in tha car, Chelsea." Chibs all but growled, backing away from her and ignoring Juice. He was in no mood to be tested and testing people was what Chelsea seemed to be all about. Something about seeing her hanging on Hale had definitely rubbed the Scotsman the wrong way.. Why? Hell if he knew and he really didn't want to know.
Chelsea was tempted to try again, which surprised her at how confident she was with challenging this man compared to how she had reacted to him just an hour ago. Except something about the way his eyes had grown quite a few shades darker since their playful banter and the way his jaw was set told her this wasn't a fight she was gonna win. Breathing heavily, she moved to get in her car when Chibs opened the door for her. Chelsea couldn't help the small giggle that escaped. That small little act of chivalry mixed with his 'I wear the the pants in this relationship' attitude lit a fire deep inside her. As she sat down and he gently closed the door behind her she briefly wondered if he was that way with every woman he interacted with.
Chibs made his way back to his bike, Juice following closely behind. As they all three revved their engines, Chibs tried to mull over why he was acting the way he was about this girl who he had only known for about half of a day. They sat idling behind her at one of the few stoplights in Charming when his phone went off. Pulling it out, he quickly flipped it open as he saw the name. "Aye,"
"Anything going on?" He heard Bobby question gruffly from the other end of the line.
"No. We're on tha way back." Chibs answered in the same tone he had been using with Chelsea.
He knew what the other man was going to say before he said it, "You sure nothin' is wrong, brother?"
"Aye," And with that the line went dead, signaling that indeed there was something up his ass and he just didn't give a damn to talk about it. He trailed behind the driver side of the car as she took off again, feeling her eyes burn into his skin through her side mirrors.
As they pulled into the lot, they noticed the man who Chelsea had knocked unconscious must no longer be here based on the absence of his car. Happy was first out the clubhouse door, jogging over to her car in a haste. "We gotta get your friends outta here, Angel."
She slams her car door shut, "Don't call me that." She huffs, storming over to the clubhouse. Happy stares after her, trying to piece together how in the hell she can possibly be mad at him.
"Did I miss somethin'?" He growled, looking towards his sister's babysitters of the night.
"I think we all did, man." Juice answered, giving Chibs a look before hustling into the clubhouse in search of a beer and maybe a crow eater.
Happy's face went as still a stone while he looked at his brother intently. Chibs started to laugh and couldn't hide the lack of humor he felt while walking up to the Tacoma Killer. "She's a loose canon."
"Aye," Chibs held his ground against his brother. He couldn't really understand why there was such tension between them, but there indeed was. "I'm jus followin' orders, Hap." He said, in a irritable voice before brushing past him and stalking off towards the clubhouse. Once he walked in the door, his eyes immediately locked with Chelsea's. She smiled a kind and tired smile as she sat down her beer bottle and gestured towards it for him before gathering Havoc and making her way towards the dorms.
Chibs shook his head as his fingers greedily swiped up her forgotten bottle, bringing it to his own lips. "Women are gonna be the death of us, Brother." His eyes fell onto Clay, who was smirking at him. "Follow her. Get close to her. I want to know everything about this girl. Every shadow she has hidden in the night." Chibs groaned inwardly, this was just great. This chick hadn't been here more than a day and she already was under everyone's skin.. Especially his. He momentarily glanced at Happy across the room who was starring daggers at the two. "Now."
Chibs just shook his head as he grudgingly made his way to wherever Chelsea had gone. Why did it have to be him? Why not Juice or Jax? This girl was in some sort of shit and she already had him in a twist. The encounter they had with Hale got his blood boiling in a way it hasn't since Ireland, which to Chibs meant that as alluring as she was.. He needed to stay far away. As far away as Ireland was to him.
"Dude, do you hear that?" Chibs spun around in surprise at Tig's voice. He didn't realize how badly he had zoned out as his mind became consumed with all those thoughts. There it was. A faint voice humming a tune he didn't know. Inching closer with Tig at his heels, he approached a door that was slightly cracked and heard some water running and Chelsea's voice overpowering it perfectly.
Walking into the dorm room, Chibs heard a light snoring. He couldn't help but notice that she didn't have anything except some luggage and a pillow that had a sleeping puppy lying on it. He smiled fondly as the words she sung filled the air, bringing life to the clubhouse as Tig picked the puppy up and laid in the floor with him, calling Chibs to join in as the puppy made a run for the door.
"She paints her eyes as black as night now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain come
The pain gonna make everything alright"
Stepping out of her shower, Chelsea took a deep breath. She was so tired of always being angry and having to be in control.
"Says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name"
She pulled her hair into a high ponytail as the water droplets painted her bare body however they please. Sometimes I really miss Happy being the one in control and my shoulder to lean on.. Seeing as she didn't have any towels, Chelsea plugged in her blow dryer and went about drying off. Once she was finished with that, she pulled on a pair of panties with a loose fitting white tee. Exiting her bathroom, she found an amusing sight before her. There Chibs and Tig were, laying in her floor, with Havoc running between them in attack mode.
The sound of her giggling caught Tig's attention first, "Hey Doll. You look a little less on defense mode." He smiled, seeing her shoulders weren't as tensed and her lips held a faint smile instead of a constant bitch face.
Chelsea's smile started to grow as she felt her mood start to pick up some, "Takes alot of effort to be angry all the time." She saw Chibs glance her way and could visibly see him gulp at the sight of her. "I guess sometimes it's not so bad being the damsel in distress.. I just hate that Happy's being pulled into this and is dragging you guys in with him." She said softly, honestly.
"We don' mind, love." Chibs said, finally regaining the ability to talk again. For the first time since she got here, he could see the scared and tired girl on the inside.
Sorry about how long it's been and how short this chapter is! I guess my motivation is lacking and I hope this chapter doesn't reflect that too much!
Please review, tell me what you think, and if you think there could be any improvements made! Thanks!
