The Sons Princess
Chapter 5: Funfair (Part 1)
"You enjoy sucking on dreams, so I will fall asleep with someone other than you."
GPOV
~8 years ago~
When I saw Tara leave, how Jax stared at her retreating cab, I knew instantly that she was leaving for good. That she wasn't coming back and I saw how Jax stared at her numbly. He looked like he didn't know what to do with himself. He was all day either out, or locked in his room and staring at pictures of him, Maddie, Opie and his childhood. He burned the rest of the pictures that were of him and Tara, all but one. The one that had him and her on his bike.
I felt his pain, hated it, but I knew that he would be hurt at some point in his life. Love was never easy, it was a bumpy road and it would have lots of twists, lots of turns. Love, it was also unexpected and judging by how Jax reacted, I wasn't sure if he loved her or not, I knew he was heartbroken, but he wasn't depressed. Tara had been good with Jax, treating him right, but she questioned him too much and honestly, she didn't know anything about him. Nor he knew anything about her. My poor son...
Present day...GPOV
Myself, Tig, Bobby, Jax and Clay were all at 'Fun Town'. We were enjoying a day out, seeing as Piney, Opie, Juice, Chibs and Half-Sack were taking care of Teller-Morrow and the clubhouse. "Let's go into the photo booth, come on. Let me give you a quick hand job," I tried to convince Clay. Feeling mischieveous and wanting to play a little.
Clay wasn't in the mood, judging by how he talked to me. "I already got a picture of that," he told me bluntly, as though that was what I was refering to. He doesn't want to have fun. Guess, I'm gonna tease him now and hope that he goes in with me.
"This time it'll be my hand," I said and laughed. Clay said a soft 'Oh, come here.' Making me gasp, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "Whoa-ho-ho," I said from the surprise, my face staring directly at his ass. "Put me down," I pleaded playfully.
Clay wasn't taking notice of my protests. "Oh, baby," he growled playfully and spanked my ass lightly. "You bad," he commented cheekily. "You bad, girl," he told me and made me laugh. Jax was walking beside us, not taking notice of what we were talking about and honestly, he never took notice of us being sexually teasing. "Republican, 12:00," Clay warned us and the others.
Carefully, Clay put me back onto my feet and when I was firmly on the ground, I turned and saw the Oswald family. "Hey, Clay," the stiff, white-gray haired man spoke to us. I had remembered his father, how he was aging and wrinkling, how Elliot was a child and growing up with our presence in Charming.
"How you doin', Elliot?" Clay asked as he offered his hand to shake.
"Okay, Clay," Oswald replied quickly and it was as though he was in a slight rush.
Elliot's wife was a young, scared girl when I first met her and now, she was a few years older than Jax. She had blonde brown hair, her eyes wide and like a doe's eyes. "Karen," Clay spoke the name of Elliot's wife, shaking her hand and she offered him a quick and quiet 'Hey.' Placing my arm over
"I'm gonna go to the Spinout," Tristen had said, the girl was an early teen and she looked much like her father when he was younger. Brown haired and blue eyed. Such a beautiful, young and sweet girl.
"Tristen, you've been on it four times already," Karen complained to her young daughter. 'I know.' Tristen had replied, trying to agree with her mother, but we all knew what it meant for a girl to say that. The girl wanted to have fun and do what she wanted to.
Jax took a step forward, his hand digging into his pant pocket. "Hey," he called to the girl. "Here," he offered to Tristen, Karen tried to protest and reject Jax from giving Tristen his tickets. "That's a'ight," he told Karen. "They kicked me off 'cause I was screaming too loud," Jax said to Tristen, flashing her a wink and a small smirk.
"What do you say?" Elliot said to his daughter, reminding her of her manners.
His daughter was staring at Jax, her eyes were ones of a crushing girl on a cute guy. Boy has the charm and good looks of his father. "Thanks," Tristen said shyly.
"You got it," Jax said, with a smile and small head raise. Quickly, Karen pushed Elliot away from us when Tristen had ran off toward the ride she wanted to go on. "Come on, come on," Jax said as he pushed Tig and Bobby forward.
Leaving me and Clay alone, I kept my hold on Clay and watched as the Oswalds walked away. "Man, you'd think with all that money...they could pay someone to remove those sticks shoved up their asses," I commented, making Clay hum in agreement and wrap his arm around my shoulders.
"Maybe he's just a little paranoid some of his country club cronies, are gonna see him talkin' to the outlaw," he spoke, refering to those that were seen as higher class, hard working men that were supporting Oswald and were associated with them.
Chosing to lighten the mood, I knew the perfect thing to say to him in this moment in time. "Come on," I encouraged him and looked up to him from behind my sunglasses. "I need to talk to the outlaw," I joked, making Clay mumbled a small 'Ooh,' as I pushed him towards the booth and laughed happily.
JPOV
Walking around in Fun-Town, I had walked past faces that I recognized, some that I didn't. Then, we saw some guys covered in tattoo's and white of color. Their eyes watched us as we passed, the way they watched us, it was as though they had some type of beef with us. "Darby's guys?" Bobby asked me.
"I don't recognize 'em," I replied, glancing back at them and trying to spot a distinctive tattoo. Nothing.
Coming across a clown, he was being harsh to a father who was trying to win for his kid. "Ooh, look at the big, bad bikers, huh?" he laughed at us. "Gonna get Clowny all wet, huh?" he taunted, trying to challenge us.
The clown was laughing an annoying laugh, loud and obnoxious. Paying the woman, I took hold of the soft balls and prepared myself to throw it at the stupid clown. "Come on, Jax. Come on," Bobby tried to encourage me, throwing the balls, I missed. "Ah," Bobby groaned at my miss.
Looking at the clown, I widened my eyes and nod. A smile on my face at his taunting, slowly getting more and more pissed off with his attitude. Mother fucker. "What's the matter, tough guy?" he teased, sitting there proudly as I missed the target. "Can't put the little ball in the tight hole?" he questioned me, making it sound gay. "Bet all your leather-wearin' butt buddies say the same," he commented, insulting us and mistaking us for gay guys.
"Oh really?" I challenged him in a threatening tone.
Instantly, we were all ready to rip his head off. "Oh, no," Tig said the moment he commented that. All of us tense, angry and ready to show this guy what we were made of. "That's a Bozo no-no," Tig told him.
Heading towards him, Bobby was the first one to reach the clown, following Bobby while Tig went to push the button. "Oh, Jesus, you guys," he began to speak quickly, trying to save himself from getting soaked. "I was just screwin' around, man. Come on!" he pleaded for mercy. Should have thought twice, asshole.
"Yeah, clown boy," Bobby said as we went to the clown, going up the steps, I placed my foot on his head and pushed him deep under water.
"You're goin' down," I laughed, watching him struggle for breath as all three of us held him down. I'm a good enough lover, from what I've heard. I don't have to put my balls into the hole, besides, when I do, it ain't with my brothers. It's only ever been with the sluts, but they don't mean anything to me.
GPOV
Laughing, we stepped out of the photobooth and I picked up the pictures we had taken. Glancing at it, I could see the tip of his penis and my hand wrapped around it slightly. "Aw," I said as looked to him and clicked my tongue. "I can barely see it," I complained and teased him.
Clay was doing up his pant belt, taking the photograph from me, he didn't seem pleased with my mocking. "Gimme that," he growled, looking at the picture, he was unamused and decided it best to rip the paper up and throw it to the floor.
This was the moment that Juice chose to jog towards us. "Hey, the Irish are comin'," he informed us. Must of rode here from Teller-Morrow. Shit, guess it's time to be alone again, huh?
Clay went from my husband, to the President of the club. "Go find the others," he ordered Juice, making him mutter a small 'Okay' and jog his way back, in search of the others. Clay then turned to me and gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, baby," he apologized. "I might have to...finish you off later," he said suggestively while he eyed me up and down.
Deciding to stay acting playful, I looked to him and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I heard that before," I told him, knowing that I was teasing him and only having a playful laugh with him. "Gimme some more quarters, I'm goin' back in the booth," I pleaded to him and gave him a mischevious smile. Showing him, that while he was away doing business, I was going to be here and being a bad girl.
JPOV
We were all gathered at Teller-Morrow. It was more than closing time, we didn't have church today, but we did have to do some work for the club. Myself, Tig, Bobby, Juice and Clay were by the motorcycles, waiting for Chibs to turn up with Michael. "You think the prospect's deep enough?" Clay asked me.
Glancing behind me, I saw Half-Sack was in the garage, cleaning the floor and sweeping it from all the muck that was gathered during the day. "May only have one nut, but it's a big one," I teased slightly. "I trust him," I told Clay, knowing that the boy was full of courage and he was smart enough to trust. If he was going to rat, he would of done it by now.
Clay didn't seem to argue with me, instead he chose to trust my words. "Hey, prospect!" Clay called to the young Prospect.
"Huh?" Half-Sack, also known as 'Kip' said to Clay, stopping his sweeping and looking at us confused.
Clay was sat on his bike, looking cool and calm. "Come on over here," he ordered the Prospect. "Learn a thing," he grumbled, as though it was now the time for the Prospect to begin becoming one of us. Who knows, his time is soon coming.
Tig stood there, watching the boy make his way towards us and stop doing what he was doing. "Hurry up. Hurry up!" he ordered the boy. "Don't get hit," he advised and warned as the truck slowly rolled in and the engine stopped. Some of them were laughing and Juice was shaking Half-Sack around like a thin doll. "Don't screw this up, Sack," Tig warned the Prospect.
"Good to see you, Michael," Clay greeted the small Irishman, pulling him into a man hug and pulling away to look at the oil tanks.
The Irishman looked at us confused as Chibs had parked and got out of the truck. "Why you bringin' the ladies here?" Michael asked Clay. Shit, he doesn't know about the warehouse burning down? Well, he was on a ship the entire time that this was happening. He's probably going to be pissed.
"Russian ladies?" Clay asked, not answering Michael's question as we made our way towards the barrels.
"Six-two's and AK's," Michael informed us as he climbed up onto the back of the truck. "Fresh from the Kremlin," he told us and this, of course, made Clay giddy. All the boys were talking while Michael was handing out the assembles. "Got all the parts, a couple of assembled samples," Michael said as he gave Clay one of the samples. All the others were talking while they were handing out the parts and assembles.
"God bless Gorbachev," Clay praised as he raised the sample after inspecting it. We started taking all the weapons that were hidden, the men were all praising the guns and we gradually brought them all in, Juice was the one teaching Half-Sack how to assemble them. The rest of us were having a drink, sat and stood around the bar. "Niners torched the warehouse, where we store and assemble our weapons," Clay informed Michael of our situation.
Michael paused in shock and horror. "Holy shite," he spoke. "What does that do to your business?" he asked us, making us all tense up a little. The Irish are very specific when it comes to business, they need people to buy, in order for them to continue their cause.
Taking a gulp of my drink, I felt like taking a cigarette from how intense this was becoming. "Ah, we just bought nine acres on the edge of Amador County," Clay informed him of our purchases. "We start rebuilding, we'll be up and runnin' in two, three months," Clay said, which made Michael look at him a little stunned.
We all have business, it wouldn't surprise me if they want to keep their negotiations the same and it's going to be difficult for us to keep buying. "Can't you assemble 'em here?" he asked us, wanting to keep the money flowing out of us.
This, was something we all agreed we wouldn't let happen, as if we endanger our jobs here, we could all go to jail easily. "We learned our lesson the hard way," Clay said, gesturing to the wall with our faces in picture-frames, all of us had gone to jail one way or another. "We don't cross our money streams. This is strictly a legit automotive business," Clay explained what we needed to do in order to protect ourselves.
Michael had looked back and noticed the pictures we had. "So that means you go three months without buyin' the weapons from us?" he asked us, surprised and a little upset by this fact. "SAMCRO's a huge piece of our income," he informed us of the business we held and they supplied us the most amount of guns.
The room fell silent, no one drank their beers and no one spoke. "Gotta make the adjustment, right?" Clay asked him. "I mean, it's part of business," he tried to convince him that things like this happened, that we were keeping it under control, as much as we could.
"This isn't a business for us, brother," Michael spoke instantly, not wasting a second to reply to Clay. "True I.R.A," he stated what he worked for. "We're not merchants. We're soldiers," he informed us. "The guns we sell fuel the cause. Without it, we lose ground," he explained why it was important we kept buying and selling their guns.
Prior to joining our club, Chibs was in Belfast and he had a family, until Jimmy O' had ruined what he had. Eventually, Chibs joined our charter and he left behind his loved ones, except, he knew the IRA well enough. "We support the cause, McKeevy," Chibs spoke up. "Shit like this, just happens," Chibs reminded him the dangers we would face when it came to selling. "We'll have our guns up and runnin' in no time," Chibs tried to convince him, to give him ease and reassurance.
Michael wasn't convinced, not for a single second. "That's the problem," he snapped back. "No time," he boomed. "Three weeks would cripple us," he informed us. "Three months, we can't wait for that," he said, sounding desperate and pleading us to keep buying and selling.
Believe me, Clay would keep buying and selling all he could, but it's a huge risk to store the guns here, in our clubhouse. "What the hell are you sayin'?" Clay asked, keeping his tone calm and his gaze questioning.
Michael was staring at Chibs, but when Clay spoke, his head turned to look at our President. "I'm sayin', if you can't front us the cash in the downtime..." he started. "We're gonna have to find a new buyer," he threatened.
Clay was keeping calm, but I could sense him become dark and angered. "I've been buying guns from you for over a decade, Michael," he spoke darkly, lowly and as though he was insulted by this. "When you split from Adams, I stayed with you 'cause of our friendship," he stated their history.
Judging by how Michael reacted to this, he wasn't going to stand for this game of tongue tennis. "You stayed with me 'cause the other cowards sold out," he snarled, thumping the table harshly. "We're the only outlaws left," he informed us. "Now don't take this personal, Clay," he began, trying to become friendly with our Pres again. "Your warehouse burnin' down is a casualty of commerce," he continued to inform us. "You lose our guns, that's a casualty of war," he snarled this statement with venom in his voice.
GPOV
Wandering around, I had bought myself a drink and the sun had alread set. "Tristen!" I heard the voice of Karen screaming across the funfair. When I spotted her, she had her hand pressed against her sweat covered forehead and she looked pale. Like she was afraid. "Tristen!" she called after she whispered to herself something I couldn't hear.
Walking up to her, I chose to bring my Martha Stewart back on. "What's goin' on?" I asked, wondering what was worrying the rich mother, who was afraid to even be seen with a group of Harley enthusiasts.
"We can't find Tristen," she cried to me, her body tense and her chest falling and rising quickly. She was hyperventilating. Her hair a mess, her skin looked sticky with sweat and her heart must of been pounding, judging by her shortage of breath.
"Oh, Jesus," I grumbled. I knew what it was like to lose a child, but I never lost my children when they were teenagers. How old is the girl? 13? 14? "Well, she must be here somewhere," I tried to reassure her, she couldn't stay still and she kept swiping the sweat off her forehead.
Karen was completely out of her cool, cold and frozen self. "No, we've looked everywhere," she told me.
This, was the moment that I saw Elliot make his way towards us. "She's not on any of the rides," he informed us, reminding me that Jax had given her tickets to go on one. Shit. Were could the girl have gone?
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God," Karen's voice broke as she cried, panicked and worried for her only child. "Tristen," she mumbled numbly as we began our search for her. She can't be far. I just hope she's alive and safe.
JPOV
Waking up early, we had a lot of work to do and we didn't know where to start. Chibs had chosen to wait for us, to share the news on what Michael had said to him before he left. "McKeevy's gonna want his usual per-month order and a month's insurance," Chibs informed us of what the Irish wanted from us.
Clay wasn't pleased with this, in-fact, I think he was stressed from hearing this. "I can't get my hands on 200K," he told us, we already knew it would be impossible to get that amount in a few days. "I got every spare cent tied up in the rebuild," he informed us on where most of our cash had went to.
"So what do I tell him?" Chibs asked him, staying close to me and Clay as we headed to the garage. Tig and Half-Sack were waiting beside us and fixing up some cars.
Sighing, I rubbed at my eyes, to get rid of my tiredness. "How much time do we have?" I asked him, curious as to how long we had to collect all this money and to hand it to the Irish. Such a shit idea, why are we still buying guns off them. We should use the money we're putting into the warehouse for something else. Not for guns.
"Well, he's going up north tomorrow," Chibs informed us of the small Irishman's plans. "Don't know for how long, but...when he gets back, he'll want his cash before he goes to Dungloe," Chibs explained as a car began to pull up and we knew instantly who owned a Benz. Elliot's horn honking to alert us of his arrival.
Clay leaned in slightly, to talk to Chibs in a hushed tone. "Tell the shamrock I'll give him his money," Clay told Chibs his message to the Irish. "But I want you to go with him," he told Chibs, knowing that we could trust him to keep the alliance strong enough. "Courtesy escort. Let me know who he's meetin' with," Clay ordered around, using his president tone. When Elliot pulled up and parked, me and Clay gave a silent look, before we approached Elliot and he asked us to go inside, to talk somewhere private.
Clay had chosen for us to go into the office, I was the second to enter, after Elliot and Clay was the one to shut the door. "My daughter's still in shock," he began. "She doesn't remember much," he told us. "Asshole busted her in the jaw and threw her down in the dirt. Raped her," he informed us with a tone of sadness and pain. "She's 13 years old," he stated, emphasizing how young she was. Jesus Christ.
Honestly, I didn't like the thought of a young girl getting raped on a day that she would have fun. Getting raped, wasn't fun and it wasn't what Tristen deserved. "What did the cops say?" I asked him, keeping my tone level and my eyes lowered.
This made Elliot scoff, as though the cops had no idea what they were doing in this town. "Took a report, Hale's out lookin'," he informed us of the cop's involvement. "I want you to find him," he said, looking directly up at me. "You bring him to me first," he snarled darkly. "Pay anything you want," he said desperately.
Clay and myself stayed silent. Truthfully, I would have said yes and done it for free. The sickening thought of a man raping a thirteen year old girl, it made me want to rip him apart. What if that was Maddie? What if that was Mom or Donna? I would have killed that fucker with all my hate. "Who do you think we are, Elliot?" Clay asked him in a slow and measured tone.
In this moment, Elliot wasn't going to play the ignorant man. He knew who we were, what we were and he knew our reputation. As did everyone else in the town, but they respected us for the good we did for the town. "Oswalds have been in this town a lot longer than SAMCRO," he stated truthfully. "I know what you are," he stated in a slight threatening tone.
Clay sighed and leaned over, placing his hands on the table and staring down at the desk. "I don't want your money," Clay rejected his offer of payment. "Nobody comes into my town...and does this to an innocent girl," Clay snarled, displeased with what happened last night at Fun-Town. "We'll find the sick bastard," he promised. "But, when I deliver him to you, I'm gonna need to know that justice will be served," Clay compromised. "You get what I'm sayin'...old friend?" Clay questioned him.
Clay offered his hand, straightening up and staring down at Elliot. Gradually, you could see the deal Elliot was playing in his head, wondering what he thought, I was surprised to see him get up. Shaking Clay's hand, it was the sign that he closed the deal and agreed with what Clay had said. "Yeah," Elliot agreed and knew what he had officially signed up for.
GPOV
Myself and Maddie had chosen to start fixing up the baby's room, the floor was covered in plastic and our bodies covered in paint. Luckily, we were wearing clothes that were old and hardly used. "Mmm," Maddie hummed as she held her paint brush away from the wall a little. "I think blue looks really nice," she commented as she inspected the color we had chosen together.
Maddie had a good enough sense of interior design, since I had visited her at her house, she decorated it to her style. Which, was modern and homely at the same time. "Fits the room nicely," I agreed as I took a step back and inspected it beside her. "I was thinking, I might buy some wooden cut-outs of his name, nail it to the wall beside Abel's crib," I said as I smiled, pointing to the rough idea where I would nail his name.
We were both covered in blue paint, but our clothes were stained with white too. Maddie had the bright idea to paint the edges white, along with the wall, let the dry and come back another day to paint the walls blue. Said that putting white first, would lighten the room and make the blue look smoother. "I think it would be great," Maddie agreed with a wide smile. "Abel's going to love it here," she commented, which made my heart warm at the thought of my grandson here, alive and happy with his father.
The thought brought a smile to my face, curving my lips upwards and warming my heart. My eyes glancing at the beautiful woman beside me, her hair up in a strange style, but it suited her. "Yeah," I agreed with a nod of my head. "So, how's the family?" I asked her after we slowly returned to our painting.
Maddie tensed at the mention of her family, making me wonder what might of occured recently to make her react this way. "They're good, why?" Maddie asked me in return, questioning my motives and making me smile.
She was still clueless, but she knew something wasn't right. The girl was never stupid, she's the smartest girl I knew. "Oh, you know," I said with a shrug. "The whole 'my-brother-got-out-of-prison-and-now-my-sister-in-law-is-arguing-to-him-about-the-club' shit," I stated, explaining what I asked her more clearly.
Instantly, she knew what I had meant and knew she could answer me. "Well, I never did talk to my family about the club," she stated, in a sad tone, which made me feel sympathy for her. Poor girl, Opie would always share secrets with her, but ever since the club, he's just as cold as their father. "Somehow, they always like to isolate me when it comes to club business," she informed me. "Tried talking to Opie, but..." she drifted as she kept her eyes on her work. "He just tells me to stay out of it," she told me in confidence, knowing that she could trust me to keep this to myself.
This made me think, observing her, I knew she was hard working, trust-worthy, strong and smart. She cared about her family, so it hurt her to not be allowed in their circle. "Men can be confusing creatures," I told her truthfully, hoping to make her smile or laugh. "But know, that they are only doing what they think is best for you," I stated, trying to make her see that they too, cared about her.
"Sometimes, I think they're only trying to do what's worst for me," Maddie said with a small scoff, she didn't look at me as she spoke. But, she had studdied me carefully as I told her my opinion about it all. The pair of us were staring at one another in mutual understanding.
The way she spoke, made me think of my son and her. Relating to what isolation could do to someone, Maddie keeping Jax in the dark was driving him and myself crazy. "Keeping someone in the dark, it can drive people insane," I stated and interpreted her words. "Kind of like you and Jax," I tried to make her see the relation. "Why haven't you talked to him yet?" I asked her, stopping my work on the wall and stood facing her, staring at her.
Waiting for her answer, she pondered for a few seconds, wondering what she would tell me and measuring out carefully what she would tell me. "Me and Jax..." she began. "It's different," she said with a small sigh at the end. "I haven't talked to him because I don't have the time," she told me, keeping her eyes on the wall but slowly, it lowered. "Or the courage," she admitted in her own shame, licking her lips and staring towards the ground.
Taking a step towards her, I could feel her struggle and knew that family, could be a difficult subject for people. "Sweetheart," I began, talking to her softly. For a moment, I could see that small, sweet and loving girl I helped raise. "He's not going to kill you, or chew you up and spit you out," I informed her. "You're family," I stated. "I know my son, and I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt you," I told her truthfully, reassuring her that it would all be okay.
JPOV
Myself, Bobby, Clay, Juice, Tig and Chibs were all around the table. Deciding and informing each other of what was going on, as we normally did during church meetings. "We got a 200K deficit hangin' over our heads," Tig spoke loudly. "Do we really, really wanna be out there playin' some pro bono Lone Ranger?" he questioned our motives when it came to Tristen's rape.
I didn't like the way he spoke about the poor girl, knowing that it was wrong and disgusting for a man to rape an innocent, young girl. Picturing Maddie being young Tristen, I knew I would have killed the guy the moment I laid my hands on him. "Guy raped a 13-year-old!" I reminded the rest of them loudly, disagreeing with how Tig was picturing it.
Bobby didn't like the thought of rape either. "Thirteen," he emphasized the age of the girl. "Thirteen!" he declared as he got to his feet and lit his cigarette.
"I get it," Tig spoke over us. "I just don't like puttin' my ass on the line for some outsider," he explained why he didn't want to do this. "Clay, Oswald doesn't give a shit about SAMCRO," he snarled and was wanting us to focus on the money we needed to give the Irish.
Clay was having none of what Tig was preaching. "You know, when people get jammed up in this town, they don't go to the cops," he started. "They come to us," he said, which was important and good for us. They know we can protect them, that we're here to offer justice.
"That's right, us," Juice agreed with a hum and nod of his head.
Clay seemed pleased with our agreement on what he was saying. "And that means somethin' to me," he told us, getting all personal about his thoughts and feelings towards the appreciation we were shown. "I don't know," Clay began after a long sigh. "Maybe I got somethin' to prove with this guy," he tried to figure out why this was so important to him. "You know, that's my shit. So, anybody wants to pass on this-" he went to offer us a choice.
We began protesting with him trying to deny us the chance to help him find justice for the little girl, but only Tig was the one complaining about this task we all wanted to do. "No way," Chibs was disagreeing with Tig's protest. "I'm in!" he shouted at Tig who sat next to him.
"We're in," I agreed with a nod of my head.
"Absolutely, I'm in," Bobby agreed as he sat down beside me again.
Tig looked defeated, a smile on his face and it was as though he was pleased we all went against him. "I'm in too," he finally decided. "Guess we're huntin' a tot banger then," he stated what he believed we were doing, giving us facts as this asshole came into our town and raped an innocent thirteen year old.
"Good," Clay said, feeling pleased we were all supporting him on this. "So what do we know?" he asked once we were all settled and finished chosing on what we were to do. All of us agreed to help Clay find the sick asshole.
Remembering the guys back at the funfair, I knew that two guys we saw there were wearing tattoos that were notibly Nords tattoos. "We saw a couple of guys sportin' Aryan ink," I gave Clay the information I knew of. "Not sure if they were Darby's guys," I said, knowing that Darby wasn't at the fair to begin with. Maybe they were sent to do the work, so that it was less noticeable.
Clay took in the information, taking mental note of it and trying to map out the area the fair was in. "And Macon Woods is right on the Lodi border," he stated. "Darby's got a meth shack couple of miles from there," he remembered where Darby was most possibly working.
"Rape as retaliation," Bobby commented. What an asshole move, to rape a teen and beat her.
"Certainly in the Nord wheelhouse," I agreed.
This was when Clay leaned closer, already making the plans for what we were to do. "Tap into the Sanwa database," Clay spoke, directing it to Juice, who was our tech-kid. "Find out which Nords get hard for underage pussy," he ordered and this was when Juice agreed he would get onto it.
"Bobby and I'll go after Darby," Tig had made his choice, picking Bobby as his partner to scout for the head of the Nords. Lets just find the asshole who raped the girl, find out who he works for and deliver the right justice to him.
MPOV
Finishing at Jax's house, I left Gemma there to clean up the house a little and returned to my own home. Finding the courage, I showered after multiple attempts at calling both my brother, and my father. Neither of them had picked up, so I chose to slip into a light blue top, tight-form-fitting-light-blue jeans, white peep-toe heels and a white blazer. Drying my hair, my golden locks fell into perfect curls, but from my stress, they were slightly frizzy.
Applying some make-up, adding a necklace that had silver beads and some silver bracelets, I made my way to my car and had my gun with me. Just in case. My phone was with me, in case my family phoned back and drove to Teller-Morrow. Parking there, I found that Jax, Tig and Clay were the only ones left in either the clubhouse or at Teller-Morrow.
Jax was making his way towards me, Clay and Tig were by the benches, all sat there and drinking a beer. "Hey, Maddie," Jax called to me, making me look at him. His blonde hair long, his eyes light and his smile bright. Heavens, he's gorgeous. Bobby was sat on his bike, smiling at me and offered me a playful wink.
Feeling my heart race at the sight of him, I couldn't help but mentally swoon at how he would look at me. I feel like that smile, is only reserved for me. Like he loves me. "Hey, Jax," I called back to him, greeting him and pulling myself out of my thoughts. "Have you seen my Dad or Opie?" I asked him, curious as to their where-abouts. "Neither of them are picking up their phones," I informed him why I was wondering where they were.
They aren't on a run are they? Or are they out there somewhere, helping someone's broken down car come here to be fixed? "Haven't seen them," Jax informed me, I knew when Jax was being honest, and this was one of those times. "But they might be on their way, or they could be in their rooms," he said with a shrug. "Day off?" he asked me as I went to take a step, but stopped in my tracks.
His smile was infectious, making my own lips pull to show him my teeth and the way he squinted in the direction of the sun, it made him look adorable. "How'd you know?" I asked him, surprised and wondering if he was stalking me too. Wait...Jax wouldn't kill me, would he?
"Mom," Jax only had to say one word. Gemma. Makes sense. Why didn't I think that before? Jax glanced behind me, the sound of a car parking up made me turn to look too. "Shit," he whispered lowly. "I'll be right back, okay?" he asked me, his hands gently resting on my hips and he leaned in to place a kiss to my cheek.
The sucking noise was sweet, the pressure of his lips warm and gentle. His hold was light, but tight enough to give me warning. Looking at the car, it was cops and by the make of the car, I knew it was Hale. "Yeah," I agreed, squinting because of the sun and nodding. "I'll head inside," I told him what my planned actions were going to be.
"Good idea," Jax agreed, he looked back at Clay and Tig, who were making their way towards us. Clay greeted me plainly, it was Tig who kissed my cheek and gave my waist a little squeeze. Tig had said 'Hey darlin', why don't you head inside like you told Jax you would?' which made me nod and quickly enter. Bobby was stood behind me and Tig. Tig's blue eyes stared coldly at the men, focused on them and this was when I knew, that they were doing this to protect me. Look for Opie and Dad, they might be here.
JPOV
Seeing Maddie, it was like a breath of fresh air and it made me relax from the stress I was under. When Hale made his appearance, I suggested she'd go inside and that we would deal with them. "You girls selling cookies?" Clay asked, Tig was lagging behind, as was Bobby, but I was beside Clay as we walked towards them.
Hale came out of a car, then came another that parked and two other cops followed him. "We're investigating a sexual assault," he informed us as we met towards the middle. Three on three huh? He thinks he can intimidate us, doesn't he?
Pretending to have no clue about Tristen's rape, we kept walking until we were all face to face. "You serious?" I asked him, keeping my tone as though I was innocent of already knowing this information.
"Yeah," Hale confirmed our suspicions. "I need to talk to all your guys that were at the carnival last night," he told us in his 'officer' tone. "If they're not here, get them here now," he ordered us and Clay instantly understood what Hale had meant.
He thinks we raped her, doesn't he? What an idiot. "You think a Son had somethin' to do with that rape?" Clay questioned him, feeling a little insulted by the accusation that we would be rapists. I don't screw anything that walks, especially not little girls. The youngest girl I screwed, was Maddie when she was sixteen.
Hale didn't blink, didn't flinch at the hint that we knew what he was indicating. "Half of 'em have violent crimes on their rap sheets," he reminded us of our own crimes. "Just following logic," he said, as though this was a good enough excuse to frame us for the rape of a thirteen year old girl.
Not liking how he thought we were the ones who were rapists, I chose to challenge him "Wasn't it just last week four Oakland cops were busted for prostitution and rape?" I questioned him. "Logic tells me we should ask where your dick was last night," I stated, making a threat that was subtle but not blantant.
Clay took a step forward, lifting his index finger up at Hale. "And don't say, 'In your mama,'" he threatened in a tone that was both serious and a joke. We all know who's dick goes in my Mom. First, it was my Dad's and now it's Clay's. Either way, I don't want to think about my Mom having sex with anyone right now.
Hale looked unaffected by the joke and teasing we had thrown at him. "Officers Mann and Fain will be taking your statements," he told us with a tone that I didn't like. Is he playing us? "It could take hours," he stated, warning us that it could take a long time, especially if everyone didn't show up to make their statements.
Clay was catching onto the same thing we were, by the way Hale smiled and how he spoke to us, I knew he found out Oswald came to us for help. "I'm tryin' to run a business here," Clay reminded him, but truthfully, we needed to head out and look for the asshole who raped Tristen.
Judging by the expression on Hale's face, he didn't care what we had to do and he took pleasure from it. "We can do it here, at the station house, wherever you wanna do it," he gave us multiple options. "And don't say, 'In your mama,'" he repeated what Clay said, before he turned away and slid on his sunglasses. He drove off, leaving us alone with the two cop pricks. Well, shit.
MPOV
Fed up of staying inside the empty clubhouse with Bobby, I chose to make my way outside to be with Tig, Clay and Jax. Jax was staring at the pair of cops, but when he caught my figure making my way towards him, he kept his gaze glued to me. "I can't believe these assholes are takin' another coffee break," I heard Jax mumble.
Clay seemed to agree, making me look at the two men who leaned against the car and were gulping down their coffee. "Total jerk off," Clay commented in agreement. "Hale must know we're lookin' for the guy," Clay said vaguely. "We're gonna be here all day," Clay complained.
"Oh. Two double 'tranquiccinos' comin' up," Tig mumbled, but I caught it enough to know that Tig was going to go do something bad. Does he mean that he's going to drug them? Please don't let it be that.
Feeling my heart pound, I knew the boys would normally be up to no good. But when I heard the name of the coffee Tig would make, I felt my body freeze and tense. Is he gonna...no. "Jax, don't tell me he means he's gonna-" I went to look at Jax, my eyes wide as I spoke to him, my body fully turned to look at him.
Jax could see the panic in my eyes, taking hold of my shoulders, he turned to face me and gently kept a hold on me. "Maddie, relax," he encouraged me to calm myself, that I was over-reacting. "Please," he pleaded, his eyes looking down at me, his eyebrows scrunching up together and features smooth. Concerned.
Moving away from Tig, Jax and Tig, I chose to stand beside my car. "Fresh pot, boys," I heard Tig call to the cops who were making their way towards Tig. "It's hot," he warned them but I simply crossed my arms, feeling the heat of the sun on my back, I felt warm and didn't want to be beside them in that moment. "Jackson?" Tig had offered Jax loudly enough.
"No, thank you," I heard Jax decline Tig's offer as he leaned against the door frame, a smile playing on his lips as he waited for whatever was about to happen. I can't believe them. Please tell me it was a joke, that they're not going to actually drug them.
There was mumbling sounds as they all entered the office, Tig and Clay were inside with the other cops. Making my way slowly, I could hear Clay speak and Jax kept his eyes on me as I walked closer. "Good to the last drop," I heard Clay grumble.
"That's so bad," Tig said with a cheeky laugh, the sound would of made me smile, but when I was getting closer, I could see feet laid out on the ground. Cups spilled on the ground, coffee running down and my eyes widened.
"Don't fall on the floor," Jax joked with a smirk and chuckle, the others laughed as they left the office. Bobby made his way towards the others, but I was the first to notice the two cops resting in the office.
I had moved away from the door quickly, my eyes wide and I glanced at each of the men I had known since I was a child. "Oh my God, are you guys kidding me?!" I yelled at them, outraged that they had drugged a pair of cops. "This is against the law," I snarled at them, trying to make them see that this was a bad thing. "They want to question you guys, so you drug them, just to take off?" I asked them as the others made their way towards their bikes. "Are you guys guilty of something?" I questioned them.
Jax took hold of me, I was fuming and when he touched me, I felt my anger subside, but it was still burning inside me. His hands resting on my shoulders, his eyes staring down into mine and looking into my soul. "Maddie, relax," he tried to calm me down. "A'ight?" he asked me. "Look, what you're going to do now, is go home," he ordered of me, in a kind and gentle tone.
"Say that you had no idea this was going to happen, that it was our plan and that you had nothing to do with it," he was already making a plan for me. "Say you went home to wait for your family to contact you, that you were going to have a long day at work the next day," he had already made me an alibi. "Whatever you have to, just so that you're not associated with this mess," he said as he looked to the cops who were asleep in the office. "Go home, lock your doors and keep your cellphone close," he commanded me.
His eyes were calm, a gentle blue and his features were soft. Caring. The way he looked at me, made me feel like he was doing what was best for me, like he honestly cared about me and possibly, even loved me. "I'll tell Juice to go check up on you," he suggested, to make me feel safe and secure. "Okay?" he asked me, to check to see if I'd agree with him.
Unable to reject him, or agree to his terms and stories, I chose to say something else. "Jesus, Jax," I sighed out and shook my head, staying in his hold, he kept it firm but gentle. "Why are you doing this?" I asked him a pleading voice, as though I didn't want any of us in this mess. I don't want us all in this mess.
Jax gave me a small and sad smile, his hands reaching up to cup my face. "For your own good," he told me with a nod, his voice soft and the others had stayed stood by the bikes. I could sense them staring, but I didn't care if they could see us right now. This is normal for me and Jax, he's always done this.
"Go home," he spoke, rather than order or ask. "I'll explain when I can, a'ight?" he reassured me, making me nod and smile. "Stay safe," he pleaded of me, leaning in, he pressed a feather-light kiss to my forehead and pulled away after a few moments, his smile warm and only for me. Jax then left on his bike, leaving me alone and doing as he said, I went back home and waited for any news.
JPOV
Riding to Fun-Town, I met with Chibs and headed there together. We found Half-Sack by the woods, staring at the row of caravans that held the carnival people, we had told Half-Sack to follow Hale, while I told Juice to check up on Maddie. I hope Maddie is fine, hope she ain't mad at me. "Been talkin' to the Fun Town carnies for over an hour," Half-Sack said, pulling me out of my thoughts of Maddie.
The way she got angry over the cops, I knew she would be angry with someone, but I hoped she wouldn't be mad for long. The way her skin was pressed to my lips, it was smooth and sweet, just as I had remembered. "Stay on him," I told him as I watched Hale make his way towards his car.
The scooter that was under Half-Sack was puttering, not purring like our Harley's. "Think you guys could double up, let me take one of your bikes?" Half-Sack asked as he glanced at us, the scooter was half our bike's sizes and I had to hold in a chuckle.
"Not unless he grows tits," I said, knowing that it would be impossible for Chibs to gain breasts in less than a second. Thinking of tits...I had to pull myself out of my sexual fantisies, knowing that this wasn't the time, or the place. Although, Madison's tits are very nice and big.
Chibs thought it was best if he agreed with my condition. "Big tits," he first said. "Huge tits," he emphasized and raised his hand for me to low-five him. Smiling at the Prospect, he looked disappointed and sad at the fact we rejected him. Crushing his hope to ride one of our bikes and not the tiny scooter he was crouched on.
The sound of Hale's vehicle engine starting alerted me and he began to drove off. Look to the Prospect, he watched us, as though he would convince us if he stared long enough. "He's goin'," I warned him as Hale drove off, pointing towards the retreating Deputy. With a look of defeat, Half-Sack revved his scooter and rode off. Making our way, we parked our bikes and walked to the carnival people. "See this girl last night?" I asked them as I held up a picture of Tristen.
"Who are you?" Uncle Vinky asked us, confused as to who we were and what we were doing here. Don't act dumb, Hale asked the same thing a few moments ago. We had been led to the man who looked more like a white-trash Santa Claus, than he did as a carnival participant.
Chosing not to be specific, Chibs described us in a sensible manner. "Concerned citizens," Chibs replied. "And what did you just say to that cop?" he asked as he pointed to where Hale had left. His hair sticking up in random parts because of the wind and his eyes hidden behind sunglasses.
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" he spat before he turned his back to us.
He turned to walk away, but I wasn't going to let him go that easily. "'Cause we're askin' you, Uncle Vinky," I spat as I pulled him back by his shirt, he rose his hands and told the others to back off. "This girl got raped less than a mile away," I informed him as I showed him the picture again. "Shit like that doesn't happen in our town," I told him of how it was like here. "Which points to an outsider," I concluded.
Chibs had his back pressed against mine, keeping the pricks behind us away from me and I kept my eyes on the assholes in-front of me. "And there's not much more outsiders than you muppets," Chibs commented in an insulting way.
The men began muttering their anger and disagreement, not enjoying the insult Chibs threw at them. "Hey," I spoke as I saw one of the men get to his feet, gripping onto my knife, I showed it them subtly. "Hey, it can go that way if you want," I warned them in a challenging tone.
Chibs too was holding onto his knife, his back pressed against mine and his eyes glued to the assholes behind us. "What?" he questioned them in his Scottish accent, making me snicker softly. These pricks wouldn't have a chance, unless they had hidden weapons somewhere.
Uncle Vinky was the one to push everyone back and prevent the fight from happening. "All right," he agreed to our persistent questioning. "Tell you what I told the cop," he told began. "All my guys were here powerin' down rides, chaining up booths," he informed us. "Security guards your town hired'll tell you the same thing," he threatened in a way that was challenging, but informative. The rest of them men surrounding him agreed, humming or voicing their agreement. Something doesn't feel right.
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