"Like the child I knew Jax could be, he stuck his tounge my legs again, I tried to hide my smile." Sorry for this crappy sentence... What I ment to write was: "Like the child I knew Jax could be, he stuck his tounge out in retaliation. Crossing my legs again, I tried to hide my smile." Again, so sorry -.- And I tried rewritting chapters 1-4 in first person POV, but I got very bored, very quickly. So the story will be staying in third person :] I'm lazy, so I may or may not rewrite chapter five. Anyway, I hope you like chapter 6 better.
Chapter six
Brielle sat on a plastic crate with Jax and Opie at the fundraiser Gemma had started years ago. The three of them watched Kyle Hobart, all of them had cigarettes hanging from their lips. If Brielle had her way, Kyle would not be at the fundraiser, but it hadn't been her call. Opie had chosen to let him come back for the day to see him without his wife or children. He had wanted to see a man with nothing when, although Ope had gone to prison because of him, he had more than Kyle.
"You know, this club means everything to me. Only thing I ever wanted from the time I went here," He motioned towards the middle school. "But everything else, Donna, the kids...work, they're all heading in the opposite direction. Just can't hook shit up. Feel like I'm losing on every front."
Jax scoffed. "I got no answers. My family plan is right out of the Sid and Nancy handbook. I'm so used to shit moving in the opposite direction, I don't know what I'd do if something actually hooked up."
The two looked at Brielle, as if she had something insightful to say.
"Don't look at me," She exhaled smoke with a scoff. "My parents didn't have the best relationship, my sister died thanks to my mother, and I'm dating Tig, the club's resident weirdo. You think my world's perfect?"
"Yeah, you're probably right with that." Jax chuckled, flicking ash off of his cigarette.
"You think he's happy?" Opie asked as an egg splattered all over Kyle Hobart's black hoodie. Brielle shrugged, smooshing her cigarette into the ground.
"I dunno." Jax blew out some smoke.
Kyle's young daughter ran to him for a hug, which he accepted at first and then put her down. Claiming he didn't want to get egg on her, his very young girlfriend came behind him and helped strip him of his jacket. There was some kind of difficulty when it came to taking off his jacket; the back of his shirt rose up, showing the California part of his SAMCRO back tattoo. Brielle's mouth gaped open and the boys narrowed their eyes.
"Still has that tat." Opie spat, now glaring at the excommunicated biker.
"Yeah," Jax hissed, throwing his cigarette filter to the ground. The VP jumped up to confront Kyle, but Opie grabbed his arm.
"This is me."
Brielle and Jax watched Opie follow Kyle into the gym. Anger filled both of them; Kyle was supposed to have gotten rid of that tattoo when he was kicked out of the Sons. It was either his life or getting rid of the tattoo, and he had obviously neglected the rule Clay had given him.
"I can't belive he still has that goddamn tattoo." Brielle whispered, walking along side Jax.
"There's going to be Hell to pay. Too bad the poor bastard doesn't know about it." Jax stuck his hands in his pockets.
"What're we going to do about it, Jax? He's got kids-"
"He should have thought about that before ignoring the rules Clay gave him," The vice president stopped in his tracks and looked her in the eye. "By him not doing what he was told, Kyle told us that he doesn't give a shit about his family."
"Listen, Jax, there are other ways of getting rid of that tat. You know what I mean: fire or knife. It's been done before-"
"Because there was no such thing as laser removal back then!"
"Will you let me finish? Just think about his kids and ex wife, alright? You know all three of them will be shattered if he dies because of some ink."
Jax thought about it for a bit, glancing at the gym. "If you can get Tig to agree to it, Clay will follow suit." Brielle nodded and put her hands on her hips. "Listen, I need to talk to Donna real quick. See you later?"
"Yeah, go ahead. I'm gonna find Tig."
Brielle turned to go to the chili booth that Gemma was at. Police Chief Unser stood at the booth, devouring chili and talking to Gemma. Just as Unser was leaving, Brielle stood at the table next to Unser.
"Brielle. Heard you were back in town. Everything going good?" He asked, probably just to be polite.
"Yeah," I nodded, putting my sunglasses over my eyes. "And you? I heard you were thinking of stepping down?"
Unser rolled his eyes. "Clay convinced me otherwise. Won't be retiring for another six months. Excuse me, I need to be getting back to the PD's booth now."
Gemma and Brielle watched him stalk back to the booth. Brielle walked behind the table to stand next to Jax's mother. There was a man at the grill who was flipping burgers and hot dogs. He seemed to be staring right back at Brielle and Gemma. Behind her sunglasses, Brielle narrowed her eyes.
"Gemma, who's the guy behind the grill? The one staring at us; or at least I think he is." Brielle asked, putting a corn chip in her mouth and taking off her sunglasses to get a better look.
"No, you're right, he is staring at us. Unser says he's the ATF agent looking into the club." Gemma put her hands on her hips.
"Great," Brielle sighed sarcastically. "Where's Bobby and Tig?"
"They're getting Jax and Opie," Gemma pointed to the gym with her thumb and then returned her hand to her hip. "Don't tell me Clay called you in too."
Brielle pursed her lips and looked away. She felt like a child in the midst of her parents argument. "Clay called?"
Gemma glowered at the younger woman through her sunglasses.
"Erm, I was actually looking for Tig and Bobby for something else...thanks, Gem."
Without another moment's hesitation, Brielle scrambled to the gym. There she saw Tig, Bobby, Jax, and Opie talking amongst themselves. Kyle Hobart stood next to Opie, a fresh, bleeding cut on his eyebrow. Brielle wondered if Jax and Opie ganged up on him in the gym, but it was most likely just Opie. The conversation halted when Brielle showed up. A thin smile grew on Kyle Hobart's face, and a frown grew on everyone else's.
"Brielle," Kyle opened his arms for an embrace. They shut when he realised that he wasn't going to get the hug he wanted. "It's been a while."
"Yeah, it has," She nodded. Maybe not long enough, she thought.
"Clay called; time for us to go," Jax spoke up. "You're going to the clubhouse with Opie and Kyle."
Brielle simply nodded and retrieved her car keys from her back pocket. Before he left, Tig placed a gentle kiss on her lips as he, Bobby and Jax left. The other three left in silence. Kyle hopped into Opie's truck and Brielle followed them to the SAMCRO clubhouse. Brielle wondered how Jax was going to get Tig and Bobby to agree to what they talked about. She knew Tig was going to want the highest punishment without another thought. Brielle hadn't gotten to Tig in time to talk to him about it. With a sigh, Brielle shifted into fourth gear. Why couldn't people just do as they were told?
The German shepard that Zane owned, which was still at the house Tig and Brielle shared, trotted into the the master bedroom. Brielle sat on her side of the bed, rubbing lotion onto her skin while Tig sat on his, rubbing his face with his palms. After making sure she got all the lotion, Brielle laid out on her bed and stretched. It felt nice when her joints popped.
It had been along day what not with the fundraiser and Kyle Hobart. With her foot Brielle scratched the back of Tig's head. She let out a small giggle when he peeked over his shoulder, a little look of shock that she was running his curls through her toes. With another stretch and a small, puppy dog squeak, Brielle turned away from him and pulled the covers over herself. Zane's dog jumped onto the bed and laid in the space between Brielle and Tig.
From the bedside table drawer, Tig retrieved a velvety maroon snapbox. Trying not to rouse Brielle, he opened the box quietly and slowly; it had been years since he saw that ring. It was a round cut ruby with a halo of diamonds. The gem sat on two arches instead of one, and both arches were encrusted with tiny diamonds. Tig had spared no expense when he bought the ring; it was worth seventeen grand but had never been placed on anyone's finger. He gave way to a sigh, closed the ring box shut with a small snap and closed the drawer after returning the ring.
Tig wanted to throw that damn dog out of the window. It just HAD to lay between him and his beloved; not to mention, she hogged all the blankets. He was about to open his mouth to banish the mongrel from his throne of slumber when the dog got up on her own and hopped off the bed. The soft press of Brielle's cheek on his torso, and the tangling of her legs with his, put a smile on his face. At least there was something to smile about today.
The link for the engagement ring will be on my profile. Sorry this took so long to post :c Disclaimer: I lay no claim to any of FX/SoA materials, charaters, etc. Brielle and her family is mine.