Wow, thank you so much for all the reviews and adds...I'm glad everyone seemed to like the last chapter and thank you all for your input in who Randi should end up with. Still haven't decided yet. I've wrote a couple rough drafts for the next couple chapters and have been tweaking them non stop. Over the next couple chapters, I should be able to decide who I want her to end up with. It depends on how I write her interactions with the guys. So even, if something happens in this chapter or the next few chapters...doesn't mean she will end up with a certain person! ;) I really appreciate all of you that really went in depth into why she should or shouldn't be with someone. That helped me a lot and it is much appreciated. Hope you enjoy the next chapter..and as usual... M rating...I don't own the Sons...Just my OC's..though I wish I did cause Kozik would still be alive and Wendy would be in a bottomless pit.
Oh and bold words...there's a glossary at the end!
go4itgirl- you were definitely helpful! lol definitely got my brain working!
Axl Black- I usually go for Jax pairings...however I just think Randi would be too much for him lol Thank you so much for your input!
"Would you be mine, would you be my baby tonight
Could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine
Cause I like you quite a lot, everything you got, don't you know
It's you that I adore, though I make the boys fall like dominoes
Kiss me in the d.a.r.k, dark tonight
D.a.r.k do it my way
Kiss me in the p.a.r.k park tonight
P.a.r.k let them all say
Hey Lolita, hey
Hey Lolita, hey
I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play
Hey Lolita, hey
Hey Lolita, hey
Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna say."
Lolita- Lana Del Ray
"Jesus Christ! I'm trying to keep you from ending up in jail you idiot," Kozik snapped as Randi whirled around and pushed him away from her.
"I wouldn't go to jail. I was defending myself," Randi glared.
"Yeah well, Charming PD wouldn't see it that way."
She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well. I don't really give a damn.
Kozik rolled his eyes. "Don't lose your temper with me sweetheart. I didn't do anything to you."
Randi flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She hadn't meant to lose her temper, but she hated when people put their hands on her. She had spent most of her formative teenage years fighting to keep her ass from being beaten by her step dad. She wasn't about to allow some random slut get away with it just because she got her panties in a twist. She looked up at the door when it opened and groaned at the look on her brother's face.
"Seriously, Randi?" he asked. "I can't leave you alone for five minutes and you are beating some girl's ass? I'm just a Prospect. Are you trying to get me kicked out?"
Randi sighed. "She asked for it," she replied, running a hand through her long, blonde hair. When she brought her hand up quite a few strands clung to it. "See? Bitch pulled hair out."
Kozik snorted. "She's got a point prospect. She was provoked."
Kip sighed. "Didn't mean she had to beat her down."
"How you feelin' MMA?" a voice asked from the doorway.
"I feel fine," she said, grinning at Jax where he stood with brunette woman in scrubs.
"This is Tara," he said, motioning to the woman. "She's a doc and Clay wants her to look you over."
"I'm good. Don't need a doc. Besides, ya know that whole being a medic thing means I can take care of myself."
"Humor us," Jax said, before leaning down and kissing the woman quickly. "Patch her up darlin. Prospect, come with me. Koz, if she moves, sit on her," he finished before walking out.
Randi rolled her eyes at the gleeful expression on Kozik's face.
"Don't even think about it," she stated, staring Kozik down before turning her gaze on Tara. "If you've got some peroxide for my knuckles I'll be good."
Tara nodded. "I'll let you clean your knuckles if you let me take a look at that cut on your cheek."
Randi put a hand up to feel on her cheek and winced when it stung.
"Son of a bitch! The whore actually clocked me," she muttered.
"I think it was her nails and rings when she was trying to claw your face off," Kozik threw in.
Randi got to her feet and stalked towards the bathroom to check the damage herself.
"Motherfucker," she exclaimed, when she got a good luck in the mirror. She had a couple small cuts on her jaw and forehead where the girl's nails had made contact. The worst was a deeper cut on her cheekbone where apparently the slut's ring had sliced. She stalked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed before digging into her duffel bag. She handed a small green case to Tara.
"Mind helping me clean it up? I've got some butterfly bandages in there," she stated.
Tara nodded before pulling some gloves on and digging in her own bag. She started cleaning the cuts on her knuckles and seemed to be trying to figure out what to say to the woman in front of her.
"So, where did you learn to fight like that?" Tara finally asked, breaking the silence.
Randi grinned. "The Army. Kip. My step dad. Being a blonde girl in an inner city school. Take your pick," she said, then winced as she felt the sting from her split lip.
Tara smiled back at her. "If it makes you feel any better, she looks a lot worse."
Randi grinned wickedly. "Makes me feel a lot better."
"Bloodthirsty, aren't you?" Kozik asked from his laid back position on the bed.
"Slightly."
"Well, you broke her nose and I'm thinking fractured her cheekbone. Hard to tell without an x-ray."
Randi smiled with satisfaction. "Makes it all worth it."
Kozik shook his head, laughing. The woman was downright crazy, but it still intrigued him. He didn't know too many women that became so gleeful over breaking someone's nose. Maybe only Gemma.
Tara put the finishing touches on the cuts then got to her feet.
"All done," she said, zipping her bag up then handing Randi her case.
"Thanks Doc," she said.
"You're pretty damn quick," she continued, flashing her a grin. "Army docs make you suffer a whole hell of a lot more."
Tara grinned back at her. "I've had lots of practice on these guys around here. You're a much better patient than they are. Not nearly as much whining as the guys."
Randi smirked. "Men are crybabies."
"I'm still in the room you know," Kozik said incredulously.
Both women just stared at him. "We know."
Kozik threw his hands up before rolling off the bed. "Can't win around here," he said, before walking out to the sound of their laughter.
"So, have you thought about what you are gonna do when you get out?" Tara asked, staring at her over her beer.
Randi shrugged. "Not sure. Probably work as a paramedic if I can get hired on around here. I've stayed up to date on everything I need while I've been in," she answered, taking a long pull from her beer.
She and Tara Knowles had been sitting in the club house for quite awhile, getting to know each other and chatting about their respective lives. Randi was surprised that as different as they were, she genuinely liked the doc. Just felt bad that she was apparently in love with the Don Juan of SAMCRO. Oh well, wasn't her business, she thought, mentally giving herself a shake to focus on what Tara was saying.
"I've got some connections. I can put in a good word for you through the hospital. Maybe I can get you an interview before you leave."
"That would be great!" Randi exclaimed. "It's either that or work as a stripper to pay the bills."
Tara snorted. "You don't seem like the take your clothes off for money kind of girl."
"Naah, not at all," Randi replied, grinning at Tara.
"Who is taking their clothes off for money over here?" Jax asked as he straddled the chair next to Tara. Kozik and the man they called Happy took the seats on either side of her. Randi nodded at both of them.
"Not I," Tara responded, grinning and tilting her head up for a kiss from Jax, which he quickly obliged.
"Oh, so MMA over here is gonna get naked," Jax said, laughing.
Kozik and Happy both eyed her appreciatively as Randi rolled her eyes.
"Pass. Even if I can't get a job when I get back I'd have to be pretty bad off to even consider it."
"Could always get you a job at Cara Cara," Jax smirked.
Randi eyed all three men who were grinning at her.
"What's Cara Cara?" she asked.
Tara lightly punched Jax on the arm.
"Not someplace you would want to work," she replied. "It's a porn studio run by one of the guy's old lady."
Randi wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, no."
"Oh, come on," Kozik threw in. "Could do a little Army girl gone wild film. Nothing better than a girl in cammies."
Randi grinned wickedly at Kozik. "Oh absolutely. That works. And for the big finish, we can shove an M4 up your ass," she purred, smirking at him.
Kozik winced. "Painful."
Tara grinned at her. "I like your way of thinking."
Randi laughed. "I'm brilliant. What can I say?"
"Morbid. Twisted. Definitely crazy. But brilliant?" a voice said from behind her.
Randi grinned and tilted her head back to look up at her brother. "Hey Kippers."
He grinned down at her. "How's the hand and face?"
Randi looked down at her face then gingerly felt her cheek. "Just fine. Nothing a beer, or two, or three, wouldn't fix."
Kip shook his head. "I'll grab ya one. Anyone else need anything?"
Randi watched as her brother walked to the bar after he got everyone's orders.
"You know, he worries about you constantly," Tara said, looking at her sympathetically.
Randi nodded. "I worry about him more."
"Hell, I didn't even know Sack had a sister," Jax interjected. "He didn't tell any of us guys."
Tara raised an eyebrow. "If you had a sister, would you tell any of these lecherous pigs you had one? Much less, let them around her?"
Jax tilted his head. "Good point."
Tara sat back, grinning smugly at proving her point.
"Hey now! We aren't all bad," Kozik responded.
"Speak for yourself," Happy growled.
Kozik sighed. "Dude, you aren't helping my case."
"Didn't know I was supposed to be."
Randi smiled at the bickering back and forth as Kozik and Happy continued to argue. She looked over at Tara who shrugged in a what can you do manner.
Randi grinned at the man sitting in the front passenger of the HMMWV then clicked her headset on.
"Keep it up Butler and I'm gonna come up there and whip your ass," she threatened with a grin.
"That's Staff Sergeant Butler to you Specialist."
"Hey now! It's Sergeant now, fuckhead!" she retorted.
"You'd think you would remember your own girlfriend's rank, Sarge," the driver, Private First Class Diaz, piped in.
"Dude, never get involved in their domestic shit,' the gunner, Specialist Dunnam said, kicking the private lightly in the shoulder from his perch in the turret. "You'll end up getting your ass beat, then princess down there will have to patch you up and that will just piss her off. Which means a week of all of us not even being able to get Tylenol. And I'll kill you if I can't get my daily fix."
"Shut your face, Jeff Fa-Fa," Randi said, laughing. "You aren't getting your daily fix anyway. I got that pic you sent me while I was on leave. I will never be able to get that visual out of my head you fuckstick."
Randi heard him cackling over her headset. "
And I'm not related to that dude. Stop calling me Jeff Fa-Fa."
Randi smirked at Michael as he grinned back at her.
"Thanks for picking me up down here. I really didn't want to wait for a Crashhawk north."
Michael nodded. "We were just lucky enough to be making the supply run and LT said you had landed. How was leave babe?"
Randi shrugged. "It was okay. Would have been better if could have been there."
"I know. Wish I could of. You get to see Kip?"
Randi nodded, the glimmer of a smile appearing. "Yeah."
"How's he doing?" he asked.
"Wonderful. He said to tell you hey and he has a beer waiting for you when you go on R&R."
"Sweet, Little fucker owes me anyway from that night in Seattle."
Randi laughed. "That's what he said," she replied, before studying his face. From his piercing green eyes, straight nose, to the full lips. The smile on her face grew bigger.
"What?" he grinned back, knowing what was coming.
"I've missed you, Bang Bang."
"I've missed you too Doc," he replied smiling at her.
Randi mouthed 'I love you' to him before her gaze was drawn to the windshield.
"Look out!" she yelled as PFC Diaz jerked the wheel to the right to avoid the small Iraqi boy that had run into the road.
They all breathed a sigh of relief as the HMMWV missed hitting the child.
"Good driving, Diaz," Randi said, blowing out a huge breath.
"You ok, Doc?"Michael asked, turning in his seat.
Randi opened her mouth to reply before a loud boom sounded and her world went black.
Randi jerked upright, her chest heaving and soaked in sweat.
"Fuck," she muttered, trying to breath slowly to calm herself. It had been a couple months since the dreams had stopped. She had hoped it was permanent, but apparently her luck wasn't that great. She swung her legs to the floor and stood up slowly, her legs shaking. She rubbed her hip, the throbbing intensifying as she put weight on her right leg. She raked her hair back in a ponytail before sliding her feet into her flip flops and grabbing her cigarettes. She looked at her watch. Three am.
"Dammit."
She dug through her bag, pulling out a bottle of pills. She shook two into her hand before dry swallowing them. She tossed the bottle back in her bag before making her way out of the room and then out of the clubhouse.
Kozik looked up as the door to the clubhouse opened. He watched as Randi slipped out and let the door shut. His eyes followed her as she limped towards the picnic table he was currently sitting at.
"Hey," he said quietly, not wanting to startle her, since she hadn't seen him yet.
Randi sat down across from Kozik. She lit a cigarette and took a long drag before blowing the smoke out.
"Hey," she mumbled back.
"Can't sleep?" he asked, looking her over. He could see the dark circles under her eyes and her tanned face was unusually pale.
"Something like that," she mumbled, rubbing her head before nodding to the clubhouse door. "I see they are still going strong."
Kozik flashed a grin at her. "Yeah."
"Geez. You guys don't stop, do ya?" Randi asked, taking another drag from her cigarette.
"Naah. We go hard."
A smile flitted across her face at his words before she focused on her cigarette again.
"So, what's bothering you?" Kozik asked, studying her face.
"Just trouble sleeping. Too much bullshit on my mind," she answered.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Naah. I'm good," she replied, smiling at him.
She started to say something else but quieted when the club house door slammed open and a few guys stumbled out.
"Hey asshole!," one of the guys exclaimed, as they made their way over to the picnic bench Kozik and Randi were sitting. "What the fuck are you doing out here by yourself? Jerking off?" he continued, before spotting Randi.
"Or letting someone else do it for him, I'd think," a bigger man in a cut piped in, eyeing Randi.
"Naah. Just talking," Kozik stated.
All three men stared in disbelief at Kozik before turning their gazes to Randi. She took another drag of her cigarette and stared back coolly.
"Are you gay or just retarded?" one of the men asked.
Kozik rolled his eyes. "Dude, she ain't no sweet butt," he replied.
The bigger man eyed Randi. "She's at the club house, ain't she?"
"Don't matter. This is Half Sack's sister. Ya know, the Redwood Prospect."
"Oh shit! The one that went all cage fighter on that sweet butt earlier?" one of the guys crowed.
"That would be me," Randi said, speaking for the first time. "I'm Randi."
All three guys grinned at her, looking her over appreciatively before sitting down with her and Kozik. He rolled his eyes at the three men as they continued staring at her.
"Randi, these are some of the guys from Tacoma with me. Donut, Bowie, and Lorca," he said, pointing at each one.
"Nice to meet you," Randi said, before flicking her cigarette off into the parking lot.
"So, someone said you were in the military. Air Force?" the man Kozik called Donut asked.
Randi let out a sigh. "Army."
"No shit. I was Army myself. Did Koz tell you he did time in the Marines?" Bowie interjected.
Randi looked over at Kozik with a questioning look. "No, he didn't."
Kozik shrugged. "It was a long time ago."
"Still served," Randi stated. "Not everyone has the balls."
"True," Kozik replied. Randi stared at him before mentally shaking herself. She lit another cigarette and tuned the guys out, except for little glances.
Lorca got to his feet. "Well, let's leave these two alone. Beer in there ain't gonna drink itself."
Randi glanced up at them. "Don't leave on my account. I'm bout to go back to bed anyway."
Lorca grinned down at her. "It's alright, darlin. Besides, you two are both downers."
"Fuck you," Kozik said, laughing as the others backed away blowing him kisses.
Randi watched them walk back in before raising an eyebrow and looking at Kozik.
"Weird."
Kozik nodded. "Yeah, they are. So, what were you about to say before they came out here," he asked before swinging one leg back over the bench so he was straddling it.
"Ah, nothin," Randi said, waving her hand dismissively. "Can't even remember now."
Randi stood up and stretched before rubbing her cheek lightly. "Damn cheek is stinging now." She walked over to his side and sat down, tilting her cheek towards the light. "Did that cut break open?"
Kozik put his hand on her chin, tilting it more. "Naah, it hasn't," he said, before his gaze dropped to her lips. He started to lean back and speak before Randi's hand shot up and grabbed the back of his neck.
"Would you please stop being a puss and just kiss me?" she asked.
Kozik's lips twitched in a smile before his lips covered hers. Randi's eyes closed at the touch of his lips on hers. She had figured the man would kiss well and boy was she right. She felt his tongue run along the seam of her lips and she opened her mouth granting him entry. She ran her hands up his neck into his hair as his hands drifted down to her ass. He slid his hands under her and lifted her onto his lap, her long legs straddling him. Randi pulled her mouth away slightly and nipped at his bottom lip as she rolled her hips, grinding against him. Kozik kissed her deeply before letting his lips trail down her neck as he ran his hands from her hips up her back. He placed his hands flat on her upper back, using them to curve her upper body towards his mouth. Randi tilted her head back as he nibbled along her collarbone before burying his face in the tanned cleavage showing from her tank top. She cursed and sprung back from him when the clubhouse door opened and a large group of people spilled out. She quickly lit a cigarette and sighed as her brother walked up.
"I thought you were asleep Randi."
"Needed a nicotine fix," she mumbled, smiling at him and motioning with the cigarette.
He nodded. "You headed back to bed?" he asked, looking between her and Kozik, who was studying the ground intently.
"After I finish this cigarette," Randi responded.
Randi chatted with her brother as she finished the cigarette then gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Night bro," she said, as she walked towards the clubhouse door. As she slipped inside, she caught Kozik's eyes and tilted her head before winking at him. The unspoken invitation was clear as the door closed behind her.
Figured I would give quick definitions to some of the military words...
Cammies- Shortened nickname for camouflage uniforms by Marines.
HMMWV- High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle, the actual spelling of the word Humvee that civilians use
gunner- member of a military team who operates turret-mounted machine guns
turret- heavily armored structure, usually rotating horizontally, containing a gunner and their weapons, on top of a military vehicle
Crashhawk- what Army service members affectionately or derogatorily call the Blackhawk helicopter
LT- Lieutenant, usually a platoon leader in the Army, lowest ranking officer
R&R- for the military, rest and rehabilitation, usually a 2 week period for a soldier serving overseas, in which they come back to the states and rest..well try to :)