Chapter 4
A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating! I kinda had an intense case of writers block. Please remember that I'm not exactly following the plot of the show! There are some similar things but I switched a few things around. Enjoy and please review and let me know what you think so far J
It had been two weeks since Happy gave Christian a ride to her apartment. She had successfully avoided him, only going to the clubhouse if she knew he wasn't going to be there. However, Tara had insisted that Christian come to the latest clubhouse party for backup in case that Ima bitch started any trouble; she had been pining after Jax and refused to heed any of Tara's warnings.
"Did Gemma tell you about the complications with the mafia?" Tara asked her. However, Christian's mind was elsewhere. She was on edge, her big brown eyes scanning the room every few minutes. She hadn't seen him all night. On one hand, she didn't want to see the arrogant look that seemed permanently plastered on his face whenever they were in the same room. On the other hand, she yearned to see him, be near him. She had this magnetic pull towards Happy that she couldn't explain.
"Hellllooo? Earth to Chris! You haven't heard a word I've said have you?" Tara questioned her. She snapped back to reality as she focused on an angry Tara standing in front of her.
"Sorry T! Sangria's getting to me" she answered, taking a seat by the pool table.
"Well the club might be in serious trouble. Some high ranking mafia guy got picked up on drug charges" Tara informed her.
"So… what does that mean for the club?" Christian asked. She was still new to the club and failed to comprehend how some random mafia guy thousands of miles away had any relevance in Charming. Tara gave her a confused look.
"Chris… what does Juice tell you about the club? Like about all the runs they have to go on?" Tara asked her.
"Umm…. I've never really asked I guess. I thought they were charity runs?" Christian replied. Tara suddenly stiffened, putting her drink on the pool table. She grabbed Christians arm and pulled her down the hallway.
"Christian… the Sons aren't going on charity runs. They have other…. Activities. Most of which aren't really legal." When she saw Christian still looking at her with a confused look, she sighed. "They run guns for the mafia" she whispered, checking behind her to see if anyone was coming down the hall. Christian's eyes widened.
"What?! They could get killed!" Christian exclaimed. Her heart hurt at the thought of something happening to Juice. Although they were still working on their relationship, she was so attached to him. Although she had no idea about the clubs illicit activity, she was always worried about him when they left for weeks on end.
"Its dangerous Chris… I'm sorry, I-I really thought you knew" Tara said, struggling for words. Christian's face hardened as she stared past Tara. Juice had walked in the clubhouse with two busty blond croweaters under his arms. Christian stormed past Tara until she was right in front of him.
"Excuse me honey. This one's ours" one of the croweaters said as Christian blocked their path. Christian narrowed her eyes at the croweater; she really didn't want to hit her but Gemma told her that she needed to stand her ground and let the croweaters know that she demanded respect.
"Move it bitch, go find someone else" Juice agreed, his head still in the other croweaters bosom. He was distracted however, when Christian slapped the mouthy croweater so hard, she crashed into the bar. She grabbed the other one by the hair and smashed her head first into the bar, breaking her nose.
"Woah! What the fuck?!" Juice said, grabbing Christian before she went after the croweaters again. She pushed him off and went to smack him in the face before he caught her hand. "Christian what the fuck is your problem?!" he screamed.
"We need to talk. NOW" she gritted through her teeth, bumping his shoulder as she stormed out of the clubhouse. Tig and Chibs sat at the bar, clutching their stomachs in laughter as the two croweaters collected themselves and hobbled out of the clubhouse in pain. Juice finally caught up with Christian by a group of parked cars. He grabbed her arm, yanking her to face him.
"You done with the theatrics yet Chris?" he asked, tightening his grip on her arm.
"Depends… are you still going to lie to me JC?" she spit back at him. He gave her a confused look.
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
"Mafia. Gun running? Any of that ring a bell?" Christian answered sarcastically. Juice's eyes widened at her words. He released her arm and sat on one of the parked cars.
"Who told you that?" he asked her quietly.
"Does it matter? You didn't" she answered angrily. She stood in front of him, hands on her hips. Juice lowered his head, running a hand over his Mohawk.
"Its better that you don't know Chris. I was trying to protect you" he answered. He patted his hand next to him on the car, silently asking her to sit down. She reluctantly sat down, arms still crossed.
"Protect me from what JC? What is this?"
"The club does things… things I'm not so proud of but they have to be done. If this shit comes back to bite us in the ass, its better that you don't know the details. That's the only way I can protect you. The less you know the better." He explained, sighing heavily.
"So what am I supposed to do if you don't come home?" she asked, tears rising in her eyes. He put his arm around her, pulling her close. She silently cried into his cut.
"I promise I'll always come home sis" he said, pressing a kiss on the top of her head.
The Next Day
Christian sighed as she rolled over in Jax's bed. He and Tara went back to their house after the party last night so he let Christian crash in his room since all the guys were too drunk to take her home. She was really starting to hate the whole 'have a Son escort you everywhere' thing. She barely got any sleep at the clubhouse; she finally pulled herself together and exited Jax's room. As she was walking down the hall, she saw Tig passed out on the bar with his head in between a rather old croweaters legs. She chuckled and woke him up.
"Morning Tiggy" she said as he groaned. "Mind taking me home?" He groaned again, pulling himself up from between the croweaters legs and looking at Christian.
"I'll make you breakfast" she said with a wink. He gave her a lopsided smile, running a hand through his wild hair.
"Yea doll. Give me a minute" he replied as he walked down the hall, grabbing his back. Christian chuckled. These guys are crazy she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted as a door in the hall banged open. She turned around, expecting to see Tig but her blood ran cold as she saw Happy exiting his dorm room with a topless croweater under his arm. He stopped short when he saw Christian.
"See you tonight baby?" the croweater whispered in his ear. He dropped his arm and pushed her away.
"Get the fuck outta my clubhouse" he replied, pushing her towards the door. The croweater sucked her teeth before exiting the clubhouse.
"Where the hell have you been?" he questioned her, his voice raspier than usual. She rolled her eyes. This man had the nerve to question her after he spent the whole night with some skank!
"None of your goddamn business, you piece of shit" she replied vehemently. Happy growled and advanced towards her just as Tig came back.
"Killa! Isn't Stacy wonderful? Did she do that little trick with her tongue-" Tig asked, patting him on the back. When he noticed the tension between the two, he stopped short. "Everything good here brother?" he asked Happy. Happy remained silent as he and Christian glared at each other.
"Can you take me home now Tig?" Christian asked, rolling her eyes at Happy.
"Yea take this bratty little bitch home" Happy growled, walking away before she could get a word in. Christian's eyes flashed with anger as she grabbed the nearest object which happened to be an empty beer bottle, and aimed at his retreating back. Tig caught her arm before she could throw the bottle.
"Woah princess! A little too early for another bar fight, dontcha think" Tig intervened. He guided her towards the door, confusion etched on his face. The pair finally exited the clubhouse, Christians mind spinning. They arrived at her apartment and Tig took her inside.
"Hey doll," Tig said, walking into her room as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Everything okay? You and Hap looked like you wanted to rip each others heads off."
"No" she replied honestly. "He confuses me. One second, he's calling me kid and bossing me around. Then he's…." she rambled before realizing that she was about to spill the beans about their kiss outside of the clubhouse. "Then he's… acting like he… likes me or something."
"Hmm. You know doll… since you got here, I've been trying to keep my eye on you... Juice is a good brother but he's not always around." He replied. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is…. I don't want you getting caught up in something that'll hurt you"
Christian nodded. Deep down, she felt wrong about the her feelings toward Happy. He was much older; he was friends with her brother. She was positive that he was a convicted felon and he bedded a different girl every night. She knew that Tig was trying to gently warn her that she was out of her element and that she should quit while she was ahead. She gave Tig a small smile and kissed him on the cheek.
"Love you Tiggy." She said. He patted her on the knee as his cell rang. He walked into the living room before returning a few seconds later.
"Change of plans doll. We're going on a lockdown. Pack a few things, your brother wants you back at the clubhouse ASAP" he said with an urgent voice. Christian, instantly frazzled by his urgent tone, packed a quick bag. They left the apartment as quickly as they came, Tig speeding dangerously through the streets of Charming. They pulled into the lot. Christian was surprised to see all the guys up and about, considering that they were all just passed out not too long ago.
Juice greeted her as she got off Tig's bike with a hug. He gave her a tight smile instead of the trademark toothy grin she was used to.
"Hey Chris" he said quietly, taking her bag. "Go find Tara and Lyla, see if they need some help? I'll put this in my room" he said distractedly as he and Tig rushed back over to the guys. Christian felt Happy glaring at her before she locked eyes with him. She rolled her eyes and went to find the old ladies.
"Hey T" she finally located them in the kitchen, bustling around and organizing food. "What should I do?" she asked as Tara hugged her. Tara gave her a concerned look.
"Are you okay Chris? You know… with all of this?" Tara questioned, worry in her eyes. Christian nodded, although she was far from okay. It seemed like the quiet life Juice made for himself in Charming was the exact opposite. Gun running, the mafia, lockdowns. She was starting to feel overwhelmed.
"I'm fine T" she replied and Tara could tell she was lying but decided not to push it.
"Did you bring any medical supplies? We might need them when the guys get back"
"No I had to pack in a rush… But why would we need medical supplies Tara?" Christian asked suspiciously.
"It's just a precaution. Could you go back to your apartment and get some?" Tara asked distractedly as she changed the baby's diaper.
"Sure, let me see if I can find someone to take me" Christian replied before wandering around the clubhouse looking for Juice or Tig. She returned to the bar area when she didn't find them. Blue the prospect was behind the bar.
"Hey Blue have you seen my brother? Or any of the guys" she asked.
"They left about 10 minutes ago, why whats up?" he answered with a flirty smirk on his face. Christian had an uneasy feeling in her stomach but ignored it.
"Shit I need to go back to my apartment for some medical supplies… Think you could you take me?" she asked hesitantly.
"Sure but my bikes busted right now. We'll have to take Lyla's car" they got Lyla's keys and got in the car. Christian stared out of the window absent mindedly, twirling a piece of her hair in her hand. Blue lightly touched her knee, making her jump.
"Everything good?" he asked with a concerned look on his face.
"Yea just trying to get used to this" she replied. They finally arrived at her apartment and Christian rushed to collect some medical supplies from her closet. Blue made himself comfortable on her bed much to her dismay.
"So why haven't you patched in yet?" she asked him. He narrowed his eyes before responding.
"Jax said I still hadn't impressed some of the brothers yet" He answered vaguely.
"Oh yea, did he say who exactly?" she replied absently, making conversation.
"Your brother. And that crazy asshole Happy" Christian quickly turned away, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She cleared her throat and zipped up her bag.
"All done" she said. They exited the apartment. Blue put a hand on the small of her back as they walked to the car. Suddenly, bullets rang out around them. Blue quickly shielded her as they got in the car.
"Fuck! Looks like the Mayans!" he yelled. They peeled out of the lot, the Mayans close on their bumper as they sped through the streets of Charming.
"Stay down!" he yelled as he pushed her down into the seat. The bullets never stopped and the windows of the car were eventually shattered, the glass falling all over Chris's hair.
"Chris! I need you to pull out your phone and call Jax NOW!" he screamed. A bullet hit him in the shoulder and the car swerved. Christian quickly dialed Jax's number before he finally picked up on the second ring.
"A little busy right now Chris, whats-" Jax answered impatiently. Blue groaned, his head bobbing as he tried to steady the car.
"Jax! I'm with Blue, Mayans are following us. We need help!" she yelled into the phone, panic in her voice.
"Shit where are you?!" Jax yelled, signaling everyone to get on their bikes. Christian heard the rumbling of their bikes over the phone. She hurriedly gave Jax a location before the car swerved again and rolled into a ditch; she hit her head on the dashboard. She could feel the blood oozing down her forehead as she struggled to stay away. She looked over at an unconscious Blue and started to panic. She was quickly losing consciousness but she heard a voice before she passed out.
"What do you think boss? One of their old ladies?" a male voice asked; he sounded Hispanic. The last thing she remembered was being pulled out of the car, the rumbling sound of motorcycles in the distance.
