Daddy's Girl
Chapter 8: I Fought the Law
I know the abruptness of the last chapter's ending was crazy, but I am hoping to tie some things together in this chapter. I may also do a rewrite for Chapter 7's ending in the future, but for now, assume the ending was the same. Enjoy, and thanks for the reviews-especially: HaylsValo and DrusillaSnaps
**I do not own Sons of Anarchy or any of its characters**
Chloe sat on the HVAC unit in back of the clubhouse smoking a joint and reflecting. Good? I'm good? What the fuck Chloe? You aren't good, you were nearly raped and the guy who did it was murdered by your family; by the man you've been-she stopped berating herself for a moment to assess her last thought. What had she been doing with Chibs? The sex was the most amazing in her life-tender, yet full of hot passion. She didn't know if it was to do with his age, but he was an incredible lover; attentive, but took charge and handled her when she wanted it rougher. She was getting wet thinking about their times together.
Back to the matter at hand. It really was her father, this club. It's not like Jade's father could force a large group of people to stay quiet about something like this or anything with threats of harm, violence. This life wasn't normal, her life wasn't normal-never had been, even with her crazy mother. But, she could not blame anyone for keeping quiet; she could be angry with her dad, angry about the situation, but not those that had to make a decision and chose the club. She rested her head against the blocks of the building, smoking the joint, her eyes closed.
She heard the heavy door screech open and kept her eyes closed, "Dad, seriously-I need a minute!" Chloe assumed it was Otto wanting to make his case some more.
"It's me, Chloe," Chibs said softly, letting the door close behind him and keeping some distance between them in order to get a read on her first. Chloe's eyes flew open and she sat up straight, took another hit off her joint and let it fall, barely enough for a roach. "Look, I understand if ya want me ta go, I will," He said making a move to the door.
She shook her head slightly, "No," was all she said. He lit a cigarette and stayed where he was, about three feet from her.
"You found me." It was more a statement, less a question.
"Aye."
"Why did everyone think I would fall apart? Since when have I been such a fucking pussy?" she said getting louder.
"No one thinks or thought ya were a victim, de'r. An' ya definitely aren't no pussy! Yer da thought it was best and your da is the one who made the order. You of all people know ta way of ta club," he tried saying his words carefully. She looked up at him, sideways, then back to the ground.
"Why'd you-do it?" she asked, emphasizing 'it'.
It was his time to look away, "Chloe, we didn't know what he'd already done-but I knew what the muthafucka was gunna do if we hadn've gotten there when we did. He didn't deserve to try for redemption. I never wanted him ta be able ta even look at ya again." Tears were running down her face. It was the closest thing to "I care about you" that he'd said. Was this the ultimate act of love he committed, she wondered to herself. "Why ya cryin', lovey?" he asked, closing the three feet between them in one long step, in front her in an instant. A finger hooked under her chin to raise her eyes to his.
"I'm, I just…It's just a lot, ya know?" she looked to his eyes, still on her. Ten days and she would be in Santa Cruz. Ten days and she would be a college freshman, the first in her family to attend college-ever. Ten days and she would not see her family, Jade, or the Scotsman in front of her for weeks, or months on end. "I have the option to go to campus early. I think I'm gonna do that, leave Sunday afternoon."
"Whatever ya think is best for ya, lass," he said closing the gap between them in one step. He tucked hair behind her ears, lifted her face to meet her eyes and kissed her lightly on her lips. Wasn't exactly the resounding STAY, DON'T GO! She had been hoping for, but she took it. She let herself lean into his kiss, his hands still cupping her face, hers under his shirt caressing his back.
"Chibs, hey-" Juice stopped himself from yelling for the Scotsman after turning the corner to see he had interrupted something between Chloe and Chibs. They stood apart, Chibs' gaze burrowing into Juice like he was about to kill him. "Hey, man, sorry-but, uh, Clay wants to see you about the run tomorrow." Chibs lit a cigarette and walked past the prospect, the gaze having not changed. Juice sat on the unit next to Chloe. "You okay?" he knew some about the situation, having had to help with clean-up on that night, but not the full story.
"I will be. I need to get away from this," she said and Juice looked at her funny, confused. She waved her hands around, "This-all this. I cannot do 'This' anymore," she put her head in her hands.
"I imagine it can be a bit difficult to be a kid in all this, especially a chic," he told her, patting her back.
"You're not going to say anything to anyone about that," she said tossing her head back, "Are you?" she said referring to whatever he had managed to see with Chibs.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he smiled. They walked back inside, he went to the bar and she went to the church where her father was still sitting and drinking with Clay, Bobby and Tig. The men moved as though they were leaving and she motioned for them to stay.
"I think I am going to leave on Sunday, do early entry," and she left the room as quickly as she had entered, heading to her car and went home to begin packing.
After hugging everyone after Gemma's big Sunday breakfast, Chloe said a few special goodbyes and took off for Santa Cruz. Otto had wanted to follow or have a prospect follow her, but she refused telling him they had clearly taken care of the threat already. She informed him she would call when she got there to let them know she was safe. Everyone had realized she would need some time, if she ever came back around.
"How is he?" Chloe asked running in to Gemma and LuAnn's arms at the courthouse in Stockton where her father's trial would be held in two weeks. He and several other members had been picked up three weeks ago, but he was the one they had the most evidence on regarding the arson and he would not flip. Otto had been arraigned the night before and was being held without bond. He was facing 10-25 years and with his previous history would definitely be serving some sort of time.
"He's okay, you know Otto," LuAnn said letting go of her in order for the two women to look at her in front of them. "He'll be so happy you're here!"
"I'm surprised you decided to come, honestly," Gemma said with her smile that let the recipient know she was watching.
"I'd expect nothing less than honesty from you, Gemma," Chloe said with the same smile. "Scott will be here in a moment, he was checking in downstairs." She checked the docket on the door across the hall as Gemma and LuAnn gave each other confused glances, which were not missed by Chloe. "Scott Rosen, SAMCRO's lawyer. I've been interning for him for almost six months now, didn't dad tell you?" Chloe asked looking between the two women.
"I think he mentioned something about you starting another program after graduation, but I didn't know this was the program. Exactly, what do you do for 'Scott"?" Gemma emphasized the last few words; Chloe knew what was being insinuated.
Chloe began college as a sophomore due to the amount of AP credits she had from high school and received her BS degree in three years, allowing her to complete an Accelerated Law degree at University of CA-San Francisco in just two years. She went year round and received a tremendous amount of help from Scott and a few of his friends, as well. She came home for holidays during her undergraduate the first couple of years, but it became more of a "Have to" as opposed to a "Get to" so she stopped when her and Scott began a relationship at the beginning of law school. They had kept the relationship under wraps, except for a few close friends in order for her to intern with his firm and not be accused of nepotism-which is exactly what was happening.
She had told Otto about the internship, and finally about the relationship when he stopped by her apartment in San Francisco unannounced one weekend after a run and they were clearly in the middle of something when she answered the door. He hadn't found it necessary to tell anyone, he knew, especially for the past several years that his daughter guarded her privacy. Several members came to her college graduation with her father and LuAnn, as well, as stayed to celebrate, but Chibs, Clay and Gemma were not there.
"I am a glorified legal secretary at this point, but hopefully in a few months when I pass the bar, I will be working there and I could handle these meetings in front of the judge instead of Scott," she paused after turning to the elevator seeing Scott walk toward the group. "Most things I do for him at the office do not involve me on the desk. Most," with that she turned to greet him in the middle of the hall. Gemma was left nearly speechless.
"Did you know about this?" she asked LuAnn, who was wide-eyed. "I guess not."
"Hey Daddy," Chloe hugged her father when she, Scott and LuAnn were let into the small interview room. Gemma not being immediate family was asked to wait in the hall, which Chloe knew made her steam. "Are you okay?" she asked, allowing LuAnn to sit next to him.
"If I complained, no one would listen anyways. At least Clay was able to arrange some protection for me until we know where I'll be heading," he said holding her and LuAnn's hand. "You look incredible, baby, all grown up and a lawyer," he smiled. The last few years seemed to have aged her father more than she'd noticed previously.
"Otto, I don't want to interrupt, but they said we have about fifteen minutes and I need all of it," Scott said opening his briefcase and taking out a notepad and several files. Looking over, she knew all the names in her father's file; she had been raised with them as her uncles or brothers.
SOA XXX SOA XXX SOA
In the end, Otto received a sentence of eight years with five suspended. LuAnn was nearly inconsolable, Chloe had been surprised it was not longer, but knew Scott had had a private meeting with the judge days earlier.
At nearly 24, Chloe had forgiven her father and everyone else who'd had a hand in the night of her prom six years prior. She had moved on with her life, had several boyfriends, several one nighters in college and was now content with Scott Rosen. Although she had been somewhat of a small celebrity in little Charming due to her father's notoriety, she had not been anything but a small fish in a big pond after leaving for school. Until meeting up with Scott again, two years ago. He began helping her study, allowing her to sit in on some depositions occasionally, arranging for her law class to review some of his firms' cases. And then it turned into something much more personal. Scott would have her over to his place to help her study and then have dinner made or invite her and her friends out for a baseball game and have them in the firms' box seats.
Chloe had been at Scott's apartment for over two hours with a classmate and friend, studying case notes and reviewing proceedings when he entered his living room to ask if she and Kim wanted to grab dinner.
"I have to cover a shift tonight," Kim advised and frowned.
"Who are you covering for?" Chloe asked. They were both bartenders at a bar downtown near the University and occasionally pulled extra shifts in order to get more rent money.
"Nate. He is still recovering from the flu and Joe doesn't want him near the place until he has been cleared by a doctor. Thanks anyways, Scott," Kim told him. She packed her things, "Have fun," she whispered into Chloe's ear as she got up. A small smile crept up on Chloe's lips when she looked over to Scott, cocking his head.
"And you?" he asked flopping onto the couch. He was casual today, not in the suit and tie she was used to seeing him wear: Faded jeans, a Corona t-shirt, with no socks.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked from her spot next to him.
"Order in? Maybe some Joe's? I've got beer, or you could be my personal bartender tonight?" he smiled.
"I love their lasagna. And beer is fine," she smiled back. He pulled out his phone and called in an order. They got started on the beer before the food arrived; first rule of drinking had officially been broken. By the time the food had arrived, they'd begun playing a little game with shots centered on her classwork.
"Everything you remember?" he asked, pointing to the lasagna. A little laugh escaped her lips as she chewed. "I think you're a little tipsy, Ms. Delaney," he said smiling.
"I think you're right, councilor," she laughed a little again. She helped move the plates, bottles and leftovers into the kitchen-"Do you want to save this?" she asked, turning around to show him the container where spaghetti remained. He turned from the sink, facing her, close.
Slowly, he took the container from her, grazing her hand with his and lingering. He placed it on the counter next to the sink, his eyes never leaving hers. Chloe felt a stir in her stomach; she knew he felt it, too. He'd wanted her since he'd first met her so many years ago, as he helped her family out of another mess, but she was barely legal. He looked her over, she was all woman now, he thought. Scott tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and heard her breath hitch in her throat.
"You're so beautiful," he said touching her cheek with the back of his hand. Her face lowered, but her eyes did not leave his gaze. He lifted her chin with the same hand and lowered his face to hers, their lips barely grazing until she moved in to kiss him harder. In an instant, his lips crushed hers. His tongue pushing past her lips and teeth, her tongue entwining his, not fighting.
Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as he fingered the hem of her shirt. She broke free of the kiss and tugged her shirt over her head; Scott was at her throat, then her ear, with his tongue, one hand behind her neck and the other cupping her breast through her bra. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to her lap.
"You have perfect tits," he said lifting her onto the counter and made his way to her breasts with his mouth, her hands in his short, dark hair. It was her turn to pull on his shirt, which he eagerly lost to the floor. She ran her fingers over his toned chest and arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, as he rubbed her nipple between his finger and thumb, kissing her again.
He picked her up once more and carried her this way to his bedroom, stumbling through the door, making it to the bed and sitting down with her on his lap. She felt his large hardness against her stomach and moaned. Upon hearing her moan, he stood and unbuttoned his jeans while she pulled her shorts and red thong off to lay naked on his bed.
"You are amazing!" Scott said as he placed a knee between her legs and lowered himself to her body, kissing and touching her soft skin. He took in the tattoos on her tanned and toned body: her father's small crow with their last name on her left wrist, the Chinese symbol for Truth on her hip, and he knew there was one he was not seeing that she'd had since she was 16- three small blue butterflies behind her ear. She traced the tattoo of a large Grizzly head bearing its teeth, she growled and smirked, he laughed-"Berkely Law's mascot is the Golden Bear, it was graduation night and I was trashed."
She smiled and traced the tattoo, "You make a lot of bad decisions when you're drunk?" He knew what she was asking.
"I do, but this is not one of them," he said looking in her eyes, searching for doubt. When he saw none, he buried his mouth in her neck and ran his hand down her stomach to her sex. She opened her thighs more to allow him entry with one, then two fingers.
"Oh, yes," she sighed and he took her nipple into his mouth as he moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clitoris. Her moaning spurring him forward, his lips followed an imaginary line down her body arriving at her belly button.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked against her stomach, still grinding his fingers in and out.
"Oh god, yes! Please!" she moaned, he smiled against her skin and moved his mouth to her clit. He took his fingers out of her pussy to spread her wider as he sucked and licked circles around her budding clitoris, and then flicked at it causing her to moan in satisfaction. She grabbed a fistful of his hair when he drove his tongue into her pussy causing him to release a moan, she pulled him up to her mouth and as they kissed, she tasted her own juices on his mouth. Chloe reached down to feel for his rock hard cock and stroked him while they continued to kiss deeply, "Do you have something?" she asked. No sooner had the words left her mouth was he back and she heard the foil ripping.
Their bodies flush, he moved his cock to her opening and pushed in slightly already feeling her tightness he wanted to take it slow, but could barely help himself. He eased his way half-way into her pussy, "Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted and couldn't be patient any longer. He filled her with his entire cock on one long thrust causing her back to arch high, breasts jutting into the air, perfect to catch a nipple in his teeth as he tried to hold back his explosion.
"Sorry," she blurted, bucking her hips against his knowing she was close to erupting as she dug her fingers into the flesh of his back, pulling him in deeper with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Don't ever be sorry for that, sweetheart," he said breathlessly. Scott felt her tighten around his cock and marveled in the convulsions of her pussy as she grunted through her orgasm. "You are so fucking hot!" he told her, moving the hair out of her face and then rolling over pulling her on top of him. "Ride me until you cum again," he said, his hands on her hips helping her move up and down his shaft as he groaned. He watched Chloe's breasts bob up and down while she rode his cock and it proved to be too much for Scott, he slammed her hips down to take him into her pussy as far as possible as he came, causing her to explode again while she ground into him, her clit rubbing his pelvis.
"Fuuuuuuuuck!" he yelled and she moaned loudly, collapsing on top of him, both of their chests heaving. She moved off and lay next to him, still breathing heavily. After a few moments and his breathing more regulated, he propped himself on one elbow and said, "I have wanted to do that since the day I met you at the garage," he smiled.
"Councilor, I'm shocked," she laughed, touching his chest lightly with her fingertips.
SOA XXX SOA XXX SOA
Chloe thought about that first time with Scott a lot lately, it was so hot, so full of raw animal heat. They still had great sex; they had fun most of the time. She experienced so many things that never could have occurred without him to bring her to this point in her life. She was extremely thankful for his guidance, devotion and she knew, love. There's a, but in there somewhere, though, she thought as she sat in his car at the red light prior to the TM lot. She had told him that morning when he asked her to take depositions for him at TM that she was perfectly fine driving her vehicle, but he had insisted no bona fide lawyer would ride up in her (although classic, muscle car) heap. She turned into the lot in the black, two door Z4 convertible and parked in front of the office. Before she even turned the engine off, she saw Gemma at the door to the office and several of the guys in the garage look over to the car. Thankful for tinted windows, she checked herself in the rearview mirror, applied some pink gloss and gathered her files and satchel before stepping out of the car in her Jackie-O type sunglasses. Chloe had grown into a gorgeous woman, not that she hadn't been a young hottie before, but now all the curves were in the right places and she knew how to dress to display them without a) looking like a tramp and/or b) looking like the tomboy she was in high school.
Shutting the door behind her, she felt the eyes already. Her long, flowing brown waves ending at her shoulder blades had highlights of cold that caught the sun. She wore a fitting, black skirt that stopped three inches from her knees showing off her long tanned and toned legs that extended to her three inch black and pointed heels. On top she wore a cropped, black blazer that had one button holding her ample chest with a soft pink camisole baring a small amount of cleavage. A simple silver chain with one small diamond lay on her chest and small silver hoops hung from her ears.
Chloe walked to the stairs, placing her sunglasses on top of her head, therefore moving her hair out of her face in a headband effect. Gemma's look of "Damn!" brought a small, yet confident look to her face as she said hello and looked toward the garage to see Jax, Tig, Bobby, Opie and a couple others nearly eat their shirts when they realized the hot piece was Otto's little girl.
"If all lawyers looked like you, honey, I think we'd have a lot more men committing crimes," Gemma smirked, having gotten Rosen's call that he was sending Chloe due to several court appointments.
"I'll take that as the compliment I am sure it was meant as, Gemma. And hello to you, as well," she said in a loose hug.
"Baby girl! To what do we owe this pleasure?" she turned, after feeling a body very close to her own, to see Tig looking her up and down with his trademark pervy smile.
"Tigger!" she gave him a big hug. "I'm here to take depositions from Bobby, Opie and Chibs. I've been interning for Scott Rosen for almost a year now and take the bar next month," she added after he placed her heels back on the floor when she saw him confusion.
"I cannot believe Otto's little girl is a lawyer-and a fine fucking lawyer at that, come 'ere!" Jax smiled and hugged her tight. "Sorry about your dad, baby," he said, the others shaking their heads and agreeing.
"He's good. I spoke to him yesterday and he's protected. He's even had a few interactions with Sonny and Curtis, he said." Sonny and Curtis were members doing long sentences and had been able to speak up for her dad with others inside. "Luckily, my credentials from Scott's office allow me to spend a lot more private time with him that other inmates get."
"Hey, Chloe!" Juice said giving her a hug after parking a car, "Did they tell you we saw you and Scott at the Governor's Ball last week?" Juice had come in to work the week before with a picture from the paper of Chloe and Scott dressed to the nines entering a fancy hotel in San Francisco for the Governor's Ball that Scott's firm was given tickets. He'd first shown the guys in church, then Gemma who murmured something about her thinking she was a big shot. But, it was Chibs' reaction he remembered most: a long stare at the picture, then a day full of clanging tools and cursing for no apparent reason, followed by a night of heavier than usual drinking.
Just as Juice made his comment, Chibs turned the corner not knowing what the gathering was about, but hoping Juice wasn't passing that picture around again, until their eyes locked. They'd seen each other three times since she had left: He knocked on her dorm room door her junior year after a run that put him 20 minutes from her school, she came into Charming for LuAnne's 40th birthday party and he met her for a beer when she had a conference in Lodi-the last time being just before she started seeing Scott seriously. Each time, they'd had mind-blowing sex. In her dorm room (which he remarked several times how hot he thought that was), her old room at her dad's and in the bathroom of the hotel bar he'd met her at for the drink.
Their look seemed to hang in the air, until Gemma nodded to Chibs and said, "Chibs, Chloe's here in her new role as SAMCRO lawyer. I think she's ready to grill ya," and walked back in to the office leaving everyone but Chloe, Chibs and Juice in the dark. In fact, Juice had known about their previous moments spent together, but knew nothing of their trysts since she went away to school.
Chloe broke the stare first, "Um, actually, the way I have all my notes organized, I was hoping to start with you, Ope," and smiled after sending a glare Gemma's way.
"Lemme just clean-up. Where should I meet ya?" Opie said wiping the grease from his hands onto a rag.
"Church," Tig said the others all agreeing.
"It really shouldn't be long, Ope. Then I just need to clarify a few things for Scott with you Bobby-"she said shuffling around in her bag for the notes. Upon finding them, she looked up to see Chibs appeared to have never stopped looking at her, and she felt a flush come over her, making her face and chest hot.
"Then it'd be my turn," Chibs spoke. No words of romance, no naughty little phrase, not one dirty word spoke, but just hearing his voice made her knees a little weak and her thong a little damp.
She cleared her throat, "Yes, she turned to see Opie walking back to her, "Ready?" she asked and headed to the clubhouse. Chibs lit a cigarette and smirked.
Chloe was right in saying it wouldn't take long, Opie was finished in less than forty-five minutes and Bobby needed only to clarify two questions from Scott's visit the week prior. "Hey, Scotty, you're up!" Bobby yelled across the garage bays as he lit a cigarette and went into the office to let Gemma know he was back to work. Gemma watched Chibs walk slowly, but purposefully across the garage and lot, then into the clubhouse. In one way or another this had been going on for years and it was going to blow back on the club, eventually, she knew from experience-secrets do not stay secret all the time.
The Church door was partially open when he leaned against the frame and lit a cigarette. Chloe looked up from her notes, instantly wanting to disappear, "Come on in," she motioned to the room and then the chair across the table. He walked in to the room, shut the door and sat in the chair right next to her. She knew what he was doing. But, this couldn't happen, she was with Scott. Content, content was the word she had used with LuAnn the last time they spoke on the phone a few days ago. LuAnn, of course asked if content was all she wanted or if she wanted "fucking fireworks". Gotta love a stepmom in the porn industry, she thought.
She got right down to business, "Okay, I just need you to read over a few of the last statements you have given Scott and let me know if you need to change anything," she said putting the papers in front of him while looking at the papers, only. He pushed the hair away from her face to get a better look at her. She allowed it, but didn't move or look away from the papers. Chibs looked over the paperwork, signed where she'd pointed and got up to leave when she placed a hand on his forearm to stop him. He looked down, Chloe wasn't looking at him, her eyes were closed.
In what felt like an instant, Chibs pulled her out of the chair, backed her up to the far wall and dropped to his knees. He hiked her skirt up, pulled her thong down, she stepped out of it and before she knew what was happening one of her legs was over his shoulder as he sucked her clit and circled her pussy with his thumb.
"Fillip, oh god!" she moaned softly to not give their act away. His tongue worked over her clit, sucking and licking until she quivered and came, leaning against the wall, breathless. He stood and turned her around, hands above her head. She heard his belt buckle clang as he unzipped his jeans, lifted her skirt again and spread her thighs with his knee. He slid his cock into her in one long thrust, his body against her back, one hand holding hers above her head, the other feeling for her breast under her bra. He never spoke; she did not say another word, their bodies just moved together until she came again. Another deep thrust, followed by several fast pumps and he exploded inside of her.
He turned her around and handed her his blue and white handkerchief, "What's this for?" she asked, still catching her breath.
"In case ya wanted ta clean up; I'm keepin' these," he said with a naughty grin as he put her thong in his pocket. She tried not to laugh, letting only a smile come through as she cleaned up a little and pulled herself together. What the fuck am I doing? She said to herself as she gathered her case and purse and left the church.
"You get everything you need, sweetheart?" Gemma said dryly from the bar, startling Chloe as she tried to make her way to the car without seeing anyone.
"Yep, I think he'll be good now," she said and then wondered what the hell she had said-"he'll be good now"? Damnit Gemma.
"Which one? Rosen or Chibs?" Gemma smirked. Seeing the 'not very together' look on the girls face, Gemma walked over to her. "Look, LuAnn told me you aren't in the most thrilling of relationships with Rosen. And I knew way back when that something was up between you and Chibs. Do what makes you happy; just remember who you are and that it's your obligation to put the club first."
And with that, Gemma walked back to her office, leaving Chloe to contemplate the earlier events, rather than enjoy the replays currently in her mind, as she drove back to San Francisco. And back to Scott. And the office. Gotta stop home for a pair of undies, she thought, as her ass hit the hot leather seat.
Hope you enjoy. I will definitely be updating more frequently now. Sorry for the delay. Please read and review!
