Right for my consistent readers you will notice that the end of the first section was previously the end of the last chapter but I felt that I didn't integrate it enough into the story (as I actually quite liked that scene) and that it would in fact fit better here, so I hope you all agree. Anyway, enjoy and I'd like if you could let me know what you think.
I've written this all from scratch, using Fanfiction and I have to say, I am majorly falling out with Google spell check. It keeps telling me that words aren't real even though they're in the Oxford Dictionary, plus I spell certain words the English way which Google hates. So I hope my editing and spelling is up to par, plus I've been working nights and writing most of this from 1 am onwards. I think I've got everything.
Anyway, enough ranting. I hope you enjoy. I was quite pleased with this chapter.
Everything bar my characters and plots belong to the wonderful Kurt Sutter.
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
If I only could, oh...
Running Up That Hill - Placebo (Kate Bush cover)
Charlotte woke in Jax's arms, a smile quickly forming as she felt his chest still moving in an even pattern as he slept peacefully. Carefully twisting in his arms she pressed the button on her alarm clock to check the time. The screen sprung to life, the numbers distinctive in the darkness of her room. Charlotte sighed when she realised it was only 7:09 am, they'd come home from the club quite early considering, getting in around half two. Deciding her body was betraying her, she softly untangled herself from her lovers arms and quietly dressed herself, leaving Jax in the confines of her peaceful room to escape to her lounge.
Texting her Uncle from her position from the sofa, she let him know it was ok for him to bring back Killa whenever he was ready. A quick reply sounded saying that he'd swing by in ten minutes, he was just returning from a walk.
When Jax awoke, to yet again find an empty bed next to him, he shook his head in disbelief. A deep sigh resounded from within as he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. Jax wondered if she ever slept properly, whether she ever truly let herself unwind and relax, because her lifestyle was unhealthy. He laughed to himself as he tried to consider when the life of an outlaw biker or an assassin would ever be healthy, to people on the outside their lives would seem a bit surreal. It's not as if they could talk to many people openly about their everyday events, not without ending up in a cell with bars or with padded walls. Quickly his mind drifted to the events of the club last night, the red blooded male in him felt his mind quickly wander to the activities after they got back but the rational part of his brain pushed his libido to the side, as easy as that was to do with his morning glory blazing strong.
As much as he was trying to make light of the situation, subconsciously because he was truly worried about the predicament they were in, Jax couldn't deny his feeling for Charlotte's had been violently rebuked and they were heading down a dangerous road. Part of Jax wanted to run away screaming; the part of him that was shy to commitment and committing to one woman, especially after his failed marriage. The other part though felt alive. He felt better than he had in a long time as he felt that companionship again, he didn't feel alone. The past few years had been hard, he had no guidance from Opie and no one around his age that he truly connected with. Sure he could go ask visit Opie while he served his time behind bars but where was anyone when Jax got swallowed by his dark swirling emotions? There was no one to talk to or to express his distress, people would only judge or belittle him or offer meaningless advice and 'deep' words. Exactly like they did when he over indulged in his vices, but what comfort could a lonely man gain except for wallowing in pussy, weed and whatever booze you could get your hands on.
Yet something he'd experienced in the past few days was clarity. Yes it would be bullshit if he claimed to 'see the light' after they'd been hooking up, but she'd offered him something that had long been overdue in his life. Jax hated his thoughts when they delved into that deep crevice that contained all the secrets about yourself that most people wouldn't guess, he wasn't the sort of person to wallow in self pity nor claim that his life was awful, as it wasn't. Yet he couldn't deny himself the fact that he had been lonely for a long time, his soul yearning for that deeper connection. It was dangerous for a man with a personality as cocky and somewhat impulsive as his own to bottle everything. Something more to life than a hateful stepfather, prying mother and faceless fucks. As much as he hated all their prying and bitching over the past few months about his mentality towards the club, Jax understood their point. Charlotte had helped him see that.
With Charlotte, Jax had the strength to be who he really was. There was no ruse, she saw straight through him.
Raising from her bed, he slipped on some jogging bottoms before softly padding down the hall towards the living room where he was sure to find her. Not to be disappointed, there he found her sitting on her couch with her dog curled up to her side and he saw her head move slightly as if cocking her head like a dog to hear. She knew he was here and to that he smiled, the only other person he knew that had that freakish ability was Happy. Jax had a feeling that the pair would get along like a house on fire.
Charlotte leaned into Jax's shoulder as he sat next to her, a deep sigh emitting her lips as she snuggled in, dreading the questions that were bound to come. She decided that before he could begin, she would just tell him everything while she could contain the courage.
"About a year after Jensen died I travelled to Russia." She sighed, having the courage to speak but not to make eye contact, "I'd been staying with my dad in England and for the most part had been under supervision of the IRA with my Gramps consent. For that year I spent most of the first few months in and out of a cell, I drank myself silly and thought nothing off it and neither did my da. Guess he thought I was grieving, until I started the drugs got myself in with some really dodgy people."
Jax wrapped his arms around her as he heard her emotions seeping through her words, her cold stare still refusing to meet his eyes.
"My dad wanted me to know that if I was truly going to go down this path then I should see the turmoil and the other effects that come with living such a dangerous life. So my Grandad thrust me head first into the black sess pit life that was the IRA, I guess they thought they could moderate me whilst throwing me in the deep end if I stuck with the family." Charlotte let out a dark sarcastic laugh, "Don't think they were expecting me to take to the life as quickly as I did, soon I became an integral part much to my fathers dismay, I think Gramps is proud though that one of the family members actually fought for the cause whereas his own sons branched off into an MC as soon as they came of age.
Soon I became really good at killing people, I'd always known how to fight and how to use a gun, obviously I learnt a lot about explosives in Ireland but the main thing I learnt was how to be unnoticed. Sure people saw me but I quickly noticed that people didn't really see me and that pleased me. It helped me feel again, something other than pain and loss but what I didn't realise at the time was I'd sold my soul."
It was only then that Charlotte found it within herself to look at the man before her, and what she found in his eyes was acceptance. That frightened her more than anything She'd rather him scream and call her names, she wanted to scare him, she wanted to disgust him. Charlotte wanted to save him from herself and if that darkness, emptiness in her eyes didn't make him see, then they were truly screwed. Swallowing the sickness that had started to stir in the pit of her stomach she pushed on.
Sensing her upset, Killa nudged her with his nose, his head coming to rest on her thigh as she stroked the dog tenderly.
"I got cocky, soon they started sending me to England to deal with renegade traitors and that's when I met the Russians. I happened to take out someone that they themselves were trying to kill and that was when I met Dmitry. At first we tried to kill each other and in the end he over-powered me and took me to his father, their leader, Oleg. They held me for a few days, tried to torture it out of me as to my business with the dead man and when I didn't relent they were set to kill me. Oleg spared me, for reasons to this day I don't understand, he simply told him that I intrigued him and that he was impressed. He gave me a chance, a mission to prove myself and I guess I surpassed his expectations. From there I lived in Russia for about three years, I lived with and became an integral part of the Russian mafia, I was even set to marry Dmitry."
To that last comment she noticed Jax's face twist and the anger flash through his eyes. Good, that was the emotion she wanted, the reaction she needed.
"How did you get out?" Jax questioned lowly.
"That's the thing Oleg encouraged me to live my life. His feelings for me developed, much to the dismay of his son and he involved me in business a lot deeper than Dmitry felt necessary. When I announced that I wanted to leave, Dymitri plunged a knife into my gut. His little goodbye gift. A friend helped me recuperate and I haven't really looked back since, I travelled the world, saw so many things and met many people. I've been in America pretty much ever since."
Out of all the things that she'd said that was what hurt Jax the most, where had she been when he needed her?
"You never thought to visit?" He said harshly, enticing a slight growl from the dog as to the change of atmosphere.
"I never planned on coming home Jax." Charlotte admitted candidly, noting how he tensed at her words, "I didn't know how to face any of you, especially you, after the decisions I've made. How was I supposed to come home and be happy, to smile to all of you? When all I ever see is the faces of those I've killed. That light leaving their eyes and the reflection of mine in their dead gaze. I've tried to redeem myself but it's impossible."
With that reply Jax soon felt guilt himself, he was too quick to judge her for leaving her family behind. Sure she'd left him behind suffering but she'd been suffering over these years and he hadn't bothered to make contact himself. Grasping her face between his palms he pressed his forehead to hers, a deep sigh emitting his body as he tried to take some of her pain.
"I wish you would have come home to me." Jax whispered to her, baring his emotions to her, hoping that she'd let him help her, "We've all done horrible things darlin', do you think any of the patches you associate yourself with are innocent?"
"I highly doubt you've done the things I've done Jackson and most of you men have never killed in cold blood. There's a difference, a difference that rocks you to the core and chips away at your humanity." Charlotte breathed out, shrinking from his intimate embrace, shying as if her touch would taint him.
"I don't care what you think you've done, the woman that I see is fierce and yes she's dangerous, but most of all you're loyal and kind. " Jax replied brashly, to what would sound quite harsh but she knew it was just his passion speaking, "You care, that's more than most people and you protect your family. There is so much good in you, it's not our fault we've all been conditioned into a life of violence, you're the most amazing person I've ever met and you should never doubt that. I will never let you forget that if you'll just let me in."
"You don't want to be with me." Charlotte sighed.
Jax could see was the pain and sadness in her eyes but what stuck out to him the most was the hope and want he saw. It broke his heart to see that she felt what she was saying so strongly, that she was willing to eternally punish herself.
"Darlin' I think I'm old enough to decide what I want, and I know I want you."
With that Jax lowered his lips to meet Charlotte's in a tender embrace, getting lost in her touch like he was quickly getting used to. Her silky soft skin and ridiculously tantalising curves. The way she melted underneath his hands and moulded to his body, his skin burning wherever they connected.
Soon Jax had peeled her top from her body, palming her soft breasts as he nipped his way down her chest, caressing the skin with his tongue. More clothing started to disappear and it wasn't until Killa whined in protest and jumped from the sofa that they remembered where they were. And that Chibs slept in a room down the hall. Not wanting the old Scot to possibly stumble upon them, Jax gathered Charlotte in his arms, her legs coming to wrap around his waist as their bare chests pressed together and walked them down to her room blindly as they kissed long and slow.
Their sweaty bodies were locked together at the hip as his lower body moved in a sensual rhythmic, hers meeting his for every thrust. The only sounds that filled the room were the slapping of flesh and their song of grunts, pants and sighs. The desire practically tangible between them, the fire that raged inside them causing their skin to radiate heat.
Jax gripped Charlotte's throat playfully, his other hand never leaving her hips where he had her pinned to her mattress, placing a searing kiss to her already swollen lips and just savouring the moment. That feeling of sliding in and out of her slick, sweet heaven. The way she fit him like a glove, her juices coating his balls as he pumped her into submissive orgasms, over and over, making her drip for him. The hardest part of it all was trying to pace himself, it was so easy for him to get lost within her that he wanted to savour every moment, he didn't want to ever loose this feeling.
Charlotte's body felt completely and utterly lax, she could feel every muscle unwind as she reached complete and utter contentment knowing the perfect, safe arms around her would control and fulfil her every need. The feeling of coming undone further was approaching her again, looking into his eyes at that moment Charlotte realised they were both screwed. When did their fucking turn into making love?
This closeness and eye contact was securing them at a deeper more intimate level then their animalistic urges or maybe that connection had already been building. They already had so much history, had shared so many moments, that connection couldn't have just been erased by a time gap and some great sex. The way her heart was fluttering at the notion told her that she was right, she was falling deep and that petrified her.
Loving her was a dangerous obligation.
Coming down from their high, Charlotte lay curled around Jax in the familiar and safe comfort of her bed. Her head rested on Jax's chest as she lay taut against his body, his breathing had long become even as he slept off their round of activities. Yet she couldn't find such satisfaction. Her mind was taunting her with the possibilities of their predicament, one that she didn't want to let go of. She was just trying to ask herself, could she put Jax through loving her? All the secrets, all the lies and the death that never seem to wander too far. For him, Charlotte wanted to be a better person and deeply wished she was, but she wasn't sure that she could ever be redeemed.
Charlotte had come to terms with the sort of person she was a long time ago and although Jax wasn't innocent by act, he was by spirit, he still had a positive outlook. He was the sort of person that wanted and yearned for a change for the better, who would go out of his way to right a situation without death, he still valued his humanity. For Charlotte, that part of her died a long time ago. She had long since lost that hope and she didn't want to drag him down with her, but selfish is as selfish does.
With Jax, Charlotte felt that humanity stretch beyond him unto herself. She felt at peace.
Jax and Charlotte were roused from their sleep by the banging of her front door, Jax's eyes automatically went to Charlotte, his lips pursing to ask her a question. Before the words could even leave his lips she shook her head before opening the draw to her bedside table and reaching into a a secret compartment, her hand resurfacing with a glock. Picking up her robe she quickly slipped it on as she removed the safety from her gun, padding lightly across the wooden floor as if she weighed nothing. Jax slipped on some trousers before he grabbed his own gun that sat on her dressing table. Jax though was not so graceful, choosing to use the fur rug that adorned the floor to silence his steps till the hit the carpeted hallway.
Charlotte cleared the hallway, Jax watching their backs as they moved down towards the kitchen, hearing a rustling noise emitting from the room. He watched as she spun around the corner, her gun trained on the intruder for a split second before she lowered it with a little chuckle, much to Jax's surprise.
"You know, just because you put in my security system, doesn't mean you can abuse it bitch." Charlotte spoke lowly, annoyed at the man that stood before her. She quickly flipped the safety on the gun before setting it down on the table, quickly snatching the coffee from Jo's hand that he'd freshly made.
"Oooh feisty this morning chica. Did I interrupt something?" Jo smirked as he took in their state of undress.
Charlotte just shot him daggers as she strolled out the room in search of some underwear.
"Good morning to you too!" Jo shouted after her retreating figure, before his gaze snapped to Jax, "What you looking at?"
"Not sure." Jax said with a smirk, getting a little snipe in before the other man had a chance.
Jo laughed loudly at Jax's comment, passing him a cup of coffee with a smile on his face.
"Ooh touche, pretty boy." He replied before looking over Jax once again, "You know you should go shirtless more often, it's a good look for you."
"Jo, get your own." Charlotte smirked as she re-entered the kitchen, dressed more appropriately this time. Jax was relieved as he wasn't sure how to answer that comment.
"Now what happened to you last night? Thought you were supposed to be meeting us." Charlotte questioned, lighting a joint once they were all congregated around her kitchen table, Jo staring intently into his laptop screen as normal.
"Well Char, I was actually doing some research and acquiring a few things for you, I have a plan of how we can get in." Jo said as he turned the screen around and told his plan to the pair, explaining all the possiblities.
"Perfect Jo. Jax go wake up Chibs and explain to my Uncle what we're thinking. Speaking of acquiring things I need to go pick up my shit off of Putlova." Charlotte spoke passing the spliff to Jax as she rose from her seat, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she went to prepare for the surely to be long day.
Charlotte didn't feel nervous, she knew a normal person would be scared facing such a situation but she couldn't muster up such feelings. If she was being honest she was excited. When this whole situation was over the only thing she wanted was to ride Jax, her inner slut squirming at the thought. It didn't help that he kept whispering dirty nothings to her as they prepared themselves, Jo hearing all through their ear pieces. Apparently he liked the blonde locks she had donned for the job, she had to cover most of her obvious tattoo's but that was a given for most jobs. Their ruse was fully in play and they were dressed as cable workers, Jo had disabled their cable that morning, giving them a suspicion free legitimate reason to enter the premises safely.
"You know that uniform is pretty sexy on you, you make it look like my teenage porn fantasies." Jax spoke, a smile quickly forming on Charlotte's face at his words and at the 'hey' she head from Jax obviously receiving a slap upside the head from her uncle.
The men currently sat in a truck down a half mile down the road waiting for their turn to go in.
"You know this secure line is not for you to express your dirty thoughts, this is some grave shit pretty boy." Jo snapped back, his seriousness setting in at the feat they were about to tackle.
"Yeah well you're not even in there yet." He complained again to the pair.
"Trust me lover boy, I'd rather be manning my equipment over you touching it, you break anything and you'll pay." Jo said cocking a hand on his hip in annoyance, the action caught by Jackson through the camera that was place in her name badge.
"A bit dramatic." Jax huffed causing an eye roll from Charlotte.
"I've already explained to you Jax, it's too risky to involve any patch. Especially the VP of the mother charter, Brody will have filled them in, they'll have loads of research and intel on all of you. Plus me and Jo have done this many times. Just sit tight, you guys are are wave two, we need you to be ready." She stated as her and Jo, gathered their backs and checked their weapons one last time as they climbed out of the truck Jo had 'acquired' them for the job.
"Alright darlin'. Be careful."
"I always am Jax. Besides, we're just scoping the place at first. Just tell me what you see, keep to the facts. No distractions and remember the code word, you boys better be ready." She muttered before plastering a smile on her face as she approached the entrance to the dingy, square building. Thankful that it's location was in a seedy part of town and there was good distance between the location and any nearby residences or buildings what-so-ever.
Knocking on the door, she glanced quickly at Jo who had the same smile plastered on his face as they waited for the heavyset door to open. As Jo's previous assessment had noted, they saw that the door was on an automatic locking mechanism, which would be easy enough for them to disable for the boys to get in.
Charlotte quickly turned up her smile a notch as she noted the beefy, Latino man before her, his lingering stare on her exposed cleavage not going amiss. Jax obviously hadn't missed it either as she heard his snort.
"Hello, we're here to fix your cable? We had a call this morning stating that you had an issue." She spoke delicately, laying on the charm.
"Yeh, we weren't expecting someone so quickly." He spoke, eyeing Jo suspiciously behind her.
"Well, we were in the area and finished up on a job earlier than expected," Charlotte smiled, drawing his attention back to her, "if you'd like to call our dispatch then they'll be sure to tell you the same thing."
The man was obviously not trusting, with good cause, as he dialled the number she handed him on one of their business cards. Charlotte carried on smiling at the man, laughing on the inside when she heard Jax answering the man's call through her ear piece.
"Ok you're cool, come in." The brute said after hanging up his phone.
Charlotte and Jo followed the man's lead into the club, noticing that they were quickly being led into the back area, which from the blueprints they'd studied early let to the staircase to the upper level.
"So where exactly is your issue?" Charlotte spoke, making the words as flirtatious as she could.
Her charm was obviously working on the man as she saw his posture shift as his body relaxed, the tension releasing from his shoulders and his eyes lingering more on her exposed cleavage than her face.
"The bosses office and a few rooms upstairs are the only with cable." He replied robotically.
"Well can you show me to the room with the router please, I need to assess it, see if something's not in the right hole." She smirked cheekily, earning a snort from Jo behind her and a group cackle from the men in her ear.
Although she didn't agree with bimbo stereotypes, Charlotte couldn't dispute the helpfulness they had sometimes and the feats they helped her achieve. The man was completely oblivious and was leading her into the dragon's lair.
Sat behind a chunky wooden desk on the far wall, parallel to the entrance sat Diego Torres. The head of the Angels du Mort gang. The man was tall, dark and imposing. Looking every bit the piece of work that his file made him out to be. Their gang had grown quite substantially over the past few months, with twenty two members on file. Quickly scanning her eyes over the room she counted four men, there was a private bar in the far right corner, in the left corner there was a door that lead to what she knew was another entrance, the rest was populated by couches and coffee tables. Some of the tables dusted with a suspicious looking white substance.
"Well, you're definitely better than my last cable man." Diego spoke, his booming voice carrying easily across the room.
"You're sweet." She replied shyly, watching the man as he rose from his seat, stalking towards her like she was his prey.
"And you're beautiful.. Teresa." He read the name from her uniform before candidly kissing her hand.
"Now how about you show me and my partner here your router?" Charlotte asked, redirecting the attention to her ruse.
"Anything for you, it's here in this corner." He splayed his hand to her left where a large tv sat, along with the rest of the technically equipment in the room, including the cctv cameras. Returning to his desk, perching on the table so he could get a good view of her work.
Placing her bag before her, Charlotte messed with the wires, pretending to test the connections whilst Jo tested the screen. She made a quick 'hmm' noise as she smiled to herself, thinking how ridiculous this whole façade was.
"Take it you've found the issue?" Diego pondered.
"Looks like you just need a new cable, we should have one in the van." Charlotte smiled seductively, wiping her hands off on her trousers, "Tony do you mind getting one for me?"
Jo resisted to roll his eyes at the name, just giving her a quick nod.
"Sure thing Terri, I'll be quick."
Diego quickly took advantage of her partner leaving to crank up his flirting, she could practically feel Jax's anger radiating through the radio silence. Knowing that that rage would be inflicted on the enemy soon enough when their plan sprung into action.
"Now that we're alone, maybe you should tell me more about yourself." He smiled flirtatiously to the woman.
Charlotte almost forgot where she was until she heard his slimy words.
"We're hardly alone now are we?" She replied, eyeing his men that littered the room.
Diego nodded, conceding her words. With a dismissive flick of the wrist, he addressed his men.
"You lot can leave us now, we'll be fine."
He fell for it hook line and sinker, it would be much easier with just the two of them.
Jo excited the building, crossing the road to go sit in the van, pulling his tablet from his bag and putting the security cameras on loop from this moment. They weren't about to see what was coming next. Shedding his uniform, he drove the van down the street, parking behind the truck containing the Sons who rolled up the back enough to let him in before setting up down the road.
Having hacked into every single piece of information about the building and it's associates, it had worked to their advantage that there was an alcohol delivery arranged for that evening. That was how they were getting all the Sons in. All Jo had to do was cancel the delivery, leaving them none the wiser.
Jax's nerves were on fire. He hated the fact that she was left in there by herself. He wasn't even letting himself consider the possibility of her getting hurt, he knew she could handle herself and in less than a minute they'd be inside. While they quickly approached he contented himself with listening to her speak to the assailants, relief flooding him when he heard she'd manipulated her way into getting Diego by himself.
Their truck pulled up into the service bay and they listened as Chibs began chatting shit to the man that had come to accept the delivery, getting him to sign a form and laying on his accent really thick.
Chibs made his way through the small entrance way into the back to join the troops. Indicating that the easy part was over, and from now they'd all be risking their lives. Some of them thrived for these moments, others entered them only when necessary but they were all the same in the light that they were brothers. All willing to take a bullet for the other.
The men donned their gas masks, before Yates and Packer rolled up the back of the truck throwing one of the tear gas grenades Charlotte had acquired them. Jax, Tommy and Chibs sprayed bullets into the four men that had been the unlucky recipients of the gas. It was then that Jax heard Charlotte mention a name that made his blood boil. She'd been discovered and all his body was screaming at him to do now was to find her.
"Baby, hold tight. I'm coming for you." Jax promised, leaping from the bed of the truck with his AKM in hand, letting his instincts control him. Quickly following his lead all the men jumped off the bed of the truck, shooting any man that approached them as they made their way into the building.
Just as the men got to the door, three having departed to the far door in the left corner, the last man moving to the door at her back. Charlotte hadn't expected it to be so easy, that was why she wasn't surprised that just as they were finally about to be alone, the back entrance to the room opened. Making way to a face that would ruin all her plans and another heavy she'd have to deal with.
When the two men finally looked up from their conversations, it didn't taken long for them to recognise there was a new addition to the room. First their eyes flickered over her body before flicking back to their boss deciding she was irrelevant. Charlotte was waiting for it to dawn on Brody and seconds later his eyes snapped back to her in confusion. She was kind of insulted that it had taken him so long.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" Brody spat, the recognition dawning on his face.
Diego turned around, a raised brow at the man's outburst. "Excuse me?"
"This, this bitch is my ex. She's with the Sons." He replied incredulously pointing his fingers wildly, looking around the room suspiciously as it all the patches were about to jump out.
Diego's men had no longer
"Brody, how lovely to see you. I've been wondering where you'd gotten to. Honey you had me worried." Charlotte grinned at the man. Jax and Jo's voices simultaneously cracked through the line a WHAT?, followed by Jax's sweet reassurance Baby, I'm coming for you. Hold tight. She noticed how his words and reassurances actually did make her feel better, her heart tingled slightly at his statement.
The smile on Diego's face quickly turned into a frown before he returned his gaze to Charlotte, appraising her in an all new light with the new admission. His smile soon returned and it was positively wicked.
"Ah so they sent a gringo bitch to do their dirty work huh? Not so big, bad and manly are they after all." He chortled.
Charlotte just titled her head, waiting for one of them to proceed and for Brody to throw his normal tantrum.
"She's fucking the mother charter's VP, he can't be too far behind." He didn't disappoint her, his jealousy shinning through his words.
Diego took a second to ponder what the ridiculous young man was telling him, personally he couldn't stand him, he was a liability with his brat-ish tenancies, bad attitude and blatant disregard of when to shut up. He had actually been set to kill the rat himself as he was sure the man had outweighed his purpose.
"And I believe your Uncle is the Prez of this charter huh?" He spoke after a moment of silence.
Charlotte grinned, her arms folded behind her back as she eyed her bag that was about four and a half meters away from her current standing. There was no way she'd get to it in time without them getting to her, so it means she'd have to get creative and that meant longing out this conversation so she could figure out exactly what that is.
"I'd say you did your research if that wasn't common knowledge and that little bitch hiding in your shadow there wasn't your rat." She quirked her brows at Brody.
A delicious laugh leaving her lips as he started for her, one of Diego's men placing a hand on his chest to stop him. Really, she wished he had tried, she wanted nothing more than to beat him to a pulp. She shot a cold look to the man restraining Brody as he joked to the heavy's in Spanish about them taking turns on her before they killed her, enticing a laugh from the room.
"Not before I kill you." Charlotte snapped back to the man in the same tongue, shutting him up from the unexpected surprise.
"So tell me, what did you gringos expect to achieve today?" Diego spoke casually, still intrigued by the woman before him. It was a shame he was going to have to kill her as she was quite spectacular.
"I came here for him," She said, indicating her head to Brody before continuing, "I'm going to slowly gut him and the rest of you. You're simply collateral damage."
"Big talk baby." Brody laughed, puffing his chest out.
All Charlotte knew now was that the talking was over and she was alone in a room with five of their men and Brody. She'd have to try and fight her way out of it if she had any hope of surviving till that lot made their way up to her. At least she knew Brody wasn't much of a fighter but she didn't like her odds, although she loved the challenge. She stayed with her back against the wall, searching for anything she could possibly use as weapons, considering her bag was all the way across the room it wasn't of much help. All she had in her pocket was two shots of tranquilliser to put down Brody and Diego, Charlotte assessed as she tried to entertain herself with what order she would take them in.
"Your charade was quite clever puta but not clever enough, I'm going to make you suffer now, I'll show you the price of your mistake. All though it's a mighty shame, we could of had a lot of fun." The man beaconed her with his finger, his eyes turning back when she stayed in her spot, "Come here."
Charlotte feigned her fear and started towards the man, feeling the man that had been to her left guarding the door, rise from his seat like she knew he would. She also knew that in his right hand was Glock 36 with a suppressor attached. The man fell into step behind her but before they could get too his desk, Charlotte spun, grabbing the man's wrist before punching him square in the nose before taking his arm and twisting it behind his body. The man begun firing wildly, taking down one of his own as she aimed the gun for him, killing the man instantly. Charlotte had been counting the rounds as they left, leaving two left for the standard capacity of the gun, the weight told her she was correct. She turned the gun on the man in her arms shooting through his jugular with near surgical precision. The last bullet in the clip she fired into Brody's shoulder, missing any major arteries and any possibility of a lethal outcome but also disabling his shooting arm.
There was no time to breathe though as two more were now advancing her, obviously feeling they'd fare better in the fight of combat judging by the knife in one of their hands and the bottle in the other. Dropping the dead man from her clutches, Charlotte approached her attackers, noting that the boss didn't believe she could do this, his cockiness shining through as he was just watching the altercation with glee. The built man with the knife in his hand approached her first, plunging at her sloppily. Her body moved back on impulse grabbing his arm and twisting it so the knife buried in his stomach. Unsheathing the knife from it's current fleshy dwellings, she pushed the injured man away whilst simultaneously blocking a hit from her other attacker, stabbing him at lightning speed, the knife piercing his flesh over and over before she threw his body away from her. Her first assailant roared as he flung himself towards her, Charlotte flew a heel kick to his injured stomach, plunging her knife up through the base of his chin, twisting it as she watched him gurgle his own blood.
In the midst of her blood-lust she almost forgot about the boss himself until she head a rustling, turning in time to see him raising a gun from one of the draws in his desk. Without thinking she hurled her knife straight at the wrist that was holding the gun, the knife embedding itself in him as he let out a cry. Charlotte snatched the gun from before him as he feebly attempted to grab the knife from his wrist. She trained the gun to his head, sitting on the edge of his desk with a smile. Her foot resting on Brody's shoulder. His pained scream turning her on.
"I'd leave it in, it'll stem the blood flow. I'd say that it'd prolong your life but that's not good for you, although it does work to my advantage." She advised him seriously, her tone lacking emotion.
"Why are you doing this?" Diego asked, wary of how much he truly underestimated the woman
"Isn't that obvious." She smiled sweetly.
"Revenge." It was the only word that Latino man could muster, he could see no other reason someone would go to such lengths.
"Yes but revenge for what, come on. I know you're not intelligent but I didn't think you were that stupid." Charlotte chuckled, licking her lips.
"You must be M." Brody spat.
Charlotte turned her gaze to the man beneath her feet, a fleeting moment of shock passing through her eyes. Other than that, she saw Brody cringe at how stoic her features were.
"I'm surprised Brody, I thought you were less likely to get it but yes you are correct. You tried to kill me, and now we can't be having that now can we." Charlotte admitted before turning to address Diego, "You made a big mistake by thinking that you could take me on."
Digging the needles from her pocket she popped the caps off the tips and stabbed Diego with one swift thrust, releasing the liquid into his blood stream. Finally she knelt before Brody allowing him to see the full brunt of her anger as she plunged the other injection into his neck also.
It was at that moment that the door kicked down, Charlotte snapped round, her body moving like a snake. Graceful and deadly as she aimed her gun at the intruders before seeing Jax bursting in with Jo, T and Chibs. Their guns raised as they scoped the room and quickly lowering as they noted the bodies that littered the floor and Charlotte sat in the middle of the carnage.
Jax quickly rushed to Charlotte, pulling her to her feet and into his embrace.
"You ok darlin'?" He asked as he gripped her face in his palm, checking her body for any sign of physical harm.
"I'm fine Jax. They're all dead, except these two" She nudged Brody with her foot and motion to Diego with her eyes, "I tranq-ed them."
"We was worried about ya lass, we cleared down stairs. They're all dead. Tha rest of tha boys are downstairs." Chibs informed Charlotte.
"I have the explosives." Jo mentioned, slipping off his backpack and unzipping it to unload the contents on the nearest surface.
"Cool, set up some in every main room. One in every corner of the building and one in the centre." She directed the men, "We need to get these two in the truck, then we'll blow this fucker sky high."
"Sounds like a plan Charlie." Tommy said, pulling Charlotte into a tender embrace. His guilt and horror at what his niece was, clouding his thoughts but his undeniable love for her could only let him feel mostly relief at her safety.
Tucking Charlotte under his arm after she'd picked up her earlier discarded bag, they watched as Jo moved around, placing the explosives in their designated places as the patches moved to pick up the knocked out enemies. Jax and Chibs picked up Brody, whereas Packer and Yates grabbed a still bleeding profusely bleeding Diego.
"Careful of the knife in his wrist, leave it in. Don't want him dying on us." Charlotte advised, receiving just a chuckle from the two men.
Tommy lead them out of the room, following the masses as they returned to the loading area to get back into the truck. They'd just hauled the two bodies onto the bed of the cargo truck when a shot rang out. Charlotte felt Tommy jerk in her arms quickly sliding to his knees, without hesitation she turned, pulling the gun from the back of her trousers and shot his attacker between his eyes. Quickly her attention turned back to Tommy where she saw Jax had caught him, breaking his fall.
"Tommy? TOMMY!" She shouted grasping his face as he started to close his eyes, "Don't you dare die on me you son of a bitch."
"That's no way to talk about your grandmother Charlie." He grimaced as he spoke the words, the movement paining him from the shot in his abdomen.
"Fucking hell, you almost gave me a heart attack." Charlotte sighed.
"I'll be fine baby girl, just get me the fuck out of here." Tommy chuckled, though he was soon wincing once more.
Jax nodded to Charlotte, swinging Tommy's arm around his shoulder as he hoisted him up, the other men helping to get him up and onto the truck bed. They all piled in but when Yates went to close the door, Charlotte stopped him with a simple not yet. Picking up the RPG-16 that she had picked up fresh from the Russian's this morning.
"Who wants to do the honours?"
"I'll take ya up on tha Lottie." Chibs smiled with glee at the machinery she held.
Passing it over to him she smiled as he lined up his shot, firing as they quickly distanced themselves from the scene of the crime. The huge explosion that emitted from the building, followed by many others had the building in flames and rubble in seconds. A huge cheer coming from the patches as they celebrated a, mostly, successful night.
That was another long chapter to make up for my lack of updates. I hope you enjoyed.
