Jax went to the clubhouse with Chibs. He walked in. And he felt rage fill him. The clubhouse was trashed, Bobby was beaten up, and someone had grafittied the Reaper table. "Son of a bitch!" Jax yelled. He came over to Bobby,"What happened? Are you okay?"
Bobby looked up at him,"I'm fine. I came in and some Niner's were trashin' the place."
"What the hell?" Opie spat. "We've been good with the Niner's for a long time now."
"Said something about screwing them over," Bobby sighed and winced as Gemma cleaned up the blood on his face.
Clay was drinking a beer, rubbing his forehead. He was thinking. He sat at the bar and was silent. Jax walked over to Clay,"Hey. . You got any idea what this is all about?" Jax sat beside him.
"Maybe they figured out you framed them for the Mayan cover up with Donna," Clay growled.
Jax stood up instantly,"Excuse me? You're about to put this on me? That was over a year ago!"
Gemma stood,"Both of you, shut up. It doesn't matter who is to blame. They tried to hurt us. Send us a message. Now you all need to deal with this!"
"Gotta love mommy," Tig murmured.
Bobby moved over to Jax and Clay,"Gemma's right. Even if this was retaliation for the frame job, they didn't go after Jax. They went after the clubhouse. To send all of us a message. So, let's contain our shit and think this through."
Clay sighed and nodded,"You're right. Let's go talk this out."
So, they did talk it out. And it was decided that the best move was to sit down with Laroy and talk through it. The Niner's were powerful right now. SAMCRO wasn't ready for a war. But if Laroy denied everything and it turned out he was really behind this assault on Bobby and the clubhouse, they'd say to hell with peace talks.
After a long meeting in 'church' and an even longer few hours of attempting to sleep, Jax sighed and called Ima. He needed release of some sort. And it was either let off steam by knocking some shit around or let out his stress by fucking Ima. The second option felt better and was only slightly less destructive to him.
Giselle had walked to Jax's house to get her bike. Chibs was still out and she wanted her bike. Plus, she kinda liked walking. It gave her time to think. As she came up she saw Ima getting out of her brand new, white, Chrysler 500. She'd had to get a new one considering Gemma had filled her old car with bullets. Giselle blinked. Ima was in a disgustingly short, denim skirt with golden, strappy heels, and a white, low cut, tanktop. Now that Giselle looked Ima over. . She was kind of disgusting. Waaay too thin, no wrack at all, she also kinda gave off a Cindy-Lou-Who vibe with her stupid pigtails and tiny nose. "Why are you here, new girl?" Ima scowled at her.
"None of your damn business, porn girl," Giselle replied.
Ima walked over to Giselle,"Stay away from Jax. He's mine. He's just getting back to normal and he doesn't need any Irish pussy getting in his way."
Giselle looked at Ima,"Why are you even threatening me? Incase you didn't notice because somehow, I gather perceptiveness is not you and your dye-job's strong point, Jax is chasing ME. I told him no for weeks. And I'm only here to pick up my bike. So, go get that gaping thing you call a pussy pounded by your boss, okay?" She turned toward her bike.
"Stupid, Irish pass around slut. ." Ima growled.
Okay. Giselle could take insults. She could even take physical abuse. But for some reason, being called a pass around got to her. It just sent her over the edge. Giselle turned back to Ima,"Look, you stupid, slutty, disease infested, cum cooler! I hate skanks like you. I always have. And I've NEVER been like you. Just a piece of easy pussy. Never have, never will. So, fuck you. Fuck you to hell and back you dumb, surgically enhanced whore. Which, by the way, if you're going to get plastic surgery why don't you get some nice tits and a decent ass? Because the whole 'crack-whore' look is really out. Now why don't you back off before I put tread marks on your face?" Giselle shoved Ima to the ground and got on her bike, revving it as if she was going to run Ima over just as promised.
Ima gasped and scurried to Jax's door. Giselle chuckled underneath her helmet and drove off. That felt so fucking good. Better than punching Ima, better than any physical assault was that look of being dumbfounded by Giselle's insults. But Giselle assumed that was a common look for Ima. Oh, and seeing the horror on Ima's face when Giselle had revved her bike up.
The next day Giselle rode onto the lot at Teller-Morrow and Jax jogged up to her bike. "Hey, darlin'," He grinned.
Giselle took off her helmet,"Hello, Jax."
"So. . Ima came by last night. Said something about this crazy chick in my yard. Ima says she was about your height, bright red hair, nice body. Kick ass bike. Know anyone like that?" Jax grinned at her wider.
Giselle pretended to think over it,". . Nope. Not a single person."
"When you see her, give her this from me," Jax kissed Giselle's lips.
Giselle pulled away. Last night she'd wanted that kiss but right now? She just. . Didn't. She couldn't let herself want it. It just didn't seem right. She really didn't know Jax. And sure he was hot, a nice guy, and pretty bad ass. . . But Jax was a player, a killer, and a Son. A brother to her God-father. It was just a little hard to want someone who was practically your uncle. It was creepy that he was close to Chibs. That overrode everything else. "No. I don't think I will. Me making out with another girl will just give you a hard-on and you'll have to bring that porn slut around again," Giselle chuckled a bit though.
Jax looked at her,"What's wrong? You wanted to kiss me last night."
"Nothing's wrong," Giselle replied.
He shrugged it off and stroked her cheek,"So, when is our next date?"
"Tonight when you fall asleep and dream it up."
"What?" Jax blinked.
"I told you before, Jax. One date. After that you leave me alone if I don't want another date," Giselle finally got off her bike and tossed her hair,"And I don't." She walked toward Chibs. Jax stood there, completely shot down, and confused. Had Giselle actually told him to get lost? After last night? What the fuck?
