(September POV)
Jackson needed to let out his anger, I understood this, I was in the same boat and the whole reason I was in Charming. I am not balls to the wall like Jackson though, I was being more behind the curtain with my anger. I feel women can be a little more diplomatic at it than men tend to be. They act and then think, woman plot our revenge because we like to draw it out, especially when our family is involved and hurt by said person.
I know he needed to go and let this out, Jackson is the type of person that if he bottles things up he loses his mind. I found out from my informant what happen with his wife and child. This information is heartbreaking, as a mother I could never put my children's life at risk like this, ever. I was not Wendy, and I don't know her demons. I however knew that if someone hurt my child, someone will have to hurt for that to, that's the code we have lived by all our lives, we grew up watching the people around us, and it is set in our bones.
Before I knew it we were pulled up to a scuzzy bar called the Salty Dog. Jackson pulled his bike back into a spot right outside the bar door and the other boys followed suit. We sat there waiting for Jackson to move, we had his back and each of us were willing to follow him into hell. Without hesitation he got off his bike sat his helmet on the handle and Jackson walked into the bar, he zeroed in on a group of men at the back of the bar by the pool table. I trailed slightly behind him stopping at a railing separating the pool table from the rest of the bar and rested my hip against the railing lifting my sunglasses to the top of my head and looking over my shoulder at Jackson waiting to see this outcome. Chibs and Bobby stopped near the bar.
I watched Jackson grab a pool cue looking at like he was inspecting it, he gave the bigger guy standing there a smile like he wanted to join them and in one sweeping hard motion I watched that cue stick smash against the big,tattood, wife beater wearing, bald man's chest,and he instantly fell to the ground clutching his chest. Without thinking I saw the other two men out of my left start moving towards Jackson. Without thinking I instantly reached into my leather coat, grabbing my gun from my gun holster and grabbed my Torus 9mm and pointed it point-blank in one of the guy's face who was sitting on the stool next to me."Move motherfucker and you will meet jesus tonight". I said this with a smile, no reason not to have smile on my face, this shit gets my adrenaline pumping. I reached into my haulster and grabbed my other 9, and pointed it to the man standing wanting to walk towards Jackson. I clicked my tongue at him and said " that would be an awful mistake sir" he just stood there staring at me. While following suit Chibs and Bobby where right there to tell these fine gentlemen not to make a fucking move while holding their guns at them also. Nobody said a word for a solid 2 minutes and during all this Jackson has fucked this dudes face up. Chibs finally told Jackson enough, this isn't before he put the cue stick through the guy's groin. He is lucky he was still breathing, I can only guess the pain and anger Jackson is feeling. The man that hurt my mother will not be as lucky I thought to myself. I started following them out the bar holding my gun at the four men, while I stepped over the piece of shit laying on the floor. Bobby, did the same, as we were leaving Bobby told them that "Shish Keballs were on us". This of course made me smile.
I walked out towards Jacksons bike, as I was uncocking my gun and holstering it away, I looked up to meet everyone eyes on me. "What"? I said. "Who the hell is this lad" Chibs says pointing at me, however looking at Jackson, as if he had the answers. Jackson just sat there and shrugged. The boys asked if he is ok. I gave them a moment while I walked down the sidewalk for a minute. They discussed whatever they needed and Chibs and Bobby left.
Jackson started his bike and sat it up off the stand, and slightly glanced over his shoulder my way, I walked up to him and got on the bike.I slowly put my hands on each shoulder as I swung my leg over to straddle the bike, as I positioned my self I slid my hands down his side and on to his stomach, this sent electricity through my whole body. I thought to myself, what the fuck is going on as I looked to the ground. We didn't speak a word, I felt the tension between us and the electricity, and we just headed back to TM.
We pulled into TM and Jackson backed his Dyna into his parking spot. I glanced over seeing someone working on my bike. God I missed her so much, I missed driving, but starting to feel real good behind Jackson.
I jumped off and heading towards the garage office to see how it was coming along. Jackson called out towards me "Hey, we need to talk". I completely turned around making myself walk backwards, and nodded putting a finger up to gesture to him to give me a few moments. I watched him reach in his kut and pull out his smokes and sit back.
I walked into the garage to find Gemma sitting there, her glasses were up on her forehead and she was holding the bridge of her nose.I knocked lightly on the door enough for her to look up. "Hey Gemma, I was coming to check on my bike" I said softly. Stepping further into the office not wanting to rock the boat even more because of our stand-off earlier this morning, just your typical pissing contest. "I am so sorry about your grandson, Jackson told me some about it, I couldn't even imagine what you're going through, I am here if you or Jackson need anything". I was looking at the floor by the end of my sentence, I didn't understand why I felt so intimidated by here all of a sudden. She just nodded at me in her frosted way and let out a "mmmhhhmmm". With everything I knew about this woman, she did not need this on top of the rest of her life. "I'm just popping in to see how she is doing". I said nodded my head towards the garage. "Go out there and check with Lowell, skittish son of a bitch but great mechanic". She said with clear sadness in her voice. Gemma didn't know me, but I clearly knew her, I wish I could be open with her right now and help ease some of her pain, but i knew this needed to stay hush. It was like looking at my mother, the bitchy, icing exterior was just a front they put on, I knew this. Just like my mother and from what I heard about Gemma, they will die or kill for their blood and the club. Dealing with this must be killing her with no control over it, these women don't do well with not driving the ship, and it shows because everyone else gets their wrath!
With a nod towards Gemma and my head still lowered I walked through the office out to the garage and just yelled this dudes name. "Lowell"? No answer. I started looking around the garage. All of a sudden on my left side I hear "Yes, mam" and this stick figure of a man walked towards me, stuttering the whole sentence. "The big bob over there". I pointed and voiced this a little more sternly then I meant to. "So what's going on with her"? While saying this I slid my hands in my back pockets, waiting for him to explain the mechanics of needed to be done with her. He glanced back at the bike and then at me, with a confused look on his face he asked with a stutter "is...is that yours"? God this is a sausage fest here I thought to myself. "Yes, it's mine I just need to know how long it's going to take to fix her". I said running out of patients with how long this conversation is taking, Jackson is waiting for me and I would love to finally clear the air with someone.
He kept glancing at me and back at the bike. I took my hands out of my back pockets and folded my hands against my chest clearly running out of patience with this man, who frankly, is coming off like a Tweaker. He started listing and stuttering about details of my fat bob "Well….I have to take the whole fueling lines off to clean them completely out, the tank has to be removed to be emptied and cleaned. After all that I still have to check any injectors or plugs because it did run with the shitty gas, looks like you ran premium in her, she just can't handle the artificial shit, however more then likely they will also have to be replaced". He giggled towards me. "Goddamnit"! I yelled and kicked something to the side, this made this poor guy jump backwards liked a scared cat. "Can you fix her though"? I asked rubbing the back of my neck. He was shying away when he finally answered me "Yes, yes mam, about 3 days' work" he said calculating it in his head. "Fine" I waved him away "get it done, I have shit to do to". I didn't have 3 days, I needed to be gone in 48 hours. I started walking out of the garage I was looking at the ground as I looked up and stopped in my tracks. I saw Jackson talking with Clay and a couple club members, and as quick as that, they took off.
I watched as everyone took off, so I turned around and walked back to Lowell. "Hey you got some wheels I can borrow while my bikes out of commission"? "Let me go ask Gemma, see what she says". He said nervously. I waved, my hand for him to go, and hurry.I looked back at the exit as if to see Jackson waiting for me. Why am I so worried about him, what is it about him that has me pulling towards him. I told myself yesterday no goofing with the prince of bikers, yet here I am about to go chasing after him. Am I crushing? Wait...I don't crush on guys, they come to me, I am not that type of woman...dammit what is happening in my head right now? Lowell ran back out towards me snapping me out of my thoughts and gave me a set of keys, he pointed at the car sitting down the lot of TM. It looked like a black Lincoln town car. I said "thank you" and left without dragging the conversation out any longer. I took long strides towards the car in a hurry, I needed to get to Jackson, something in my gut was twisted and I knew by now to trust that feeling.
I went to get in the car and found Gemma standing in the door way of the office watching me. I stopped getting in the car as we locked eyes. I watched her in administration Just like a queen
to watch her kingdom I thought. However, I got in the car and took off like a bad out of hell towards Jackson. As I was gripping the wheel feeling like a nervous wreck, not scared about going into Mayan territory, but because Jackson wasn't straight, his mother wouldn't be able to handle anything happening to him, and the king could careless about either of them. As these thoughts swirled my head it hit me, in my head...in my heart...and my whole body tensed. I am completely and udderly falling for the prince of bikers and for once in my life I am chasing a man...No... wait..my heart is following the man I'm falling in love with!!
