Entry # 9
Fuck!
…I seem to start a lot of my journal entries like that. You know, saying fuck. Probably because all lot of the shit that's been going on lately is fuck worthy.
I had a fucking crazy night! I was waiting for my brother to come to get the medical supplies at the clubhouse when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Jax. Owen looked down at my phone.
"You need me to get Clay to tell him that Jax's calling?" asked Owen, pointing at my Dad who was at the bar, drinking a large beer. I shook my head.
"Nah. I'll just talk to him. If I think there's anything to tell, I'll tell." I answered with a shrug. I flipped open my phone as I headed toward my room in the apartments. Owen wanted to follow, but I shook my head. I couldn't let him come. He stopped following me. I could tell he was pretty fucking hurt that I wanted to speak with Jax alone. I gave him an apologetic smile as I put the phone to my ear. I didn't know what Jax was going to say and we have a lot of secrets between so I like to have our phone calls in private.
"What's going on?" I asked my brother as I shut the door of my room in the apartments. The minute I patched in, I moved into that fucking room and didn't move out until I got a house with Owen. I loved that fucking room! There were a lot of great fucking pictures of my custom bikes in there. Good times, man, good times.
"Tara." He gasped. Then I got fucking worried.
"What happened with Tara?" I quietly asked. I was w orried that Kohn had fucking raped or killed her or both or something even more scary that I couldn't bring myself to imagine.
"Kohn broke into her house. He almost raped her, but...she shot him in the stomach. She called me afterward," Jax sputtered out. I sighed. Thank fucking god. At least she was alive.
"Then what the hell happened?" I prompted Jax.
"I came over as fast as fucking possible, then... Kohn said some shit about Tara, so I shot him. He's dead," Jax calmly explained. Knowing Jax and Tara (well sort of). I knew what happened next.
"Then you slept with her," I stated, waiting for his confirmation.
"Yep," He confirmed, "Tara just fell asleep. Tonight took a lot out of her."
"I bet." I joked, trying to ease the tension. I was feeling a lot lighter knowing that my brother and my future sister-in-law were fine.
"I'm going to stay with her until morning then I'm going to bury the body." Jax let me know, "Sorry about not bringing the supplies right away, but I'll get them to the club house after Kohn's dealt with."
I nodded. "Okay, bro. Mom and Dad are going to be pretty fucking mad at you," I warned.
"Yes they will be," He echoed.
"Need my help getting rid of the body?" I asked. I'm always willing to whatever's fucking possible for my family.
"No. I can do that alone. I just needed to let somebody know. Fuck. I needed to let you know. Just stay at the clubhouse. And don't..." Jax ordered.
"Tell anybody. I know the fucking drill, Jax." I completed his sentence for him. He seemed relieved that he didn't have to finish his sentence, and continued with: "Get back as soon as possible the charter Presidents and Vice Presidents are heading in. You better be at that fucking meeting."
"I know, sis. Sorry. See you soon" Jax apologized.
"Whatever, bro. See you later." I said before hanging up. "See you soon" is Jax's code for saying "I love you". And " See you later" is my code for "I love you too". We aren't all fucking mushy like some siblings.
Though I do say the words I love you to my family and friends as well. Just not all the fucking time I'd look weak if I said it too much. Just cause I'm a woman doesn't mean I gotta be all mushy and shit.
On top of all the Jax/ Tara shit and the Nords/ Mayans trying to kill Dad, I have another fucking problem.
Mario, who is part of the Mob, decided to make my fucking week by... drum roll, folks... only giving us half our payment. His man, Tony gave us the other half in really good fake currency the day that all the shit blew up with the Mayans and Nords. Bobby saw the currency was bad before he divvied up the cash, thank fucking god, but now I have to fucking deal with it.
Should I give him a special punishment for not only not giving me all my fucking money, but lying to me about it or should I just give him the normal "You've got a few different options" speech?
Owen said, "Just give him your regular spiel. You can kill or wound a couple of extra guys if you need to."
Jax's opinion was, "Think of something extra fucking special, Cassidy. These guys tried to pull a big one on us. Mario thinks he is so fucking special because he lives in a mansion. Show him different."
Dad thought, "Whatever you want sweetheart," which wasn't not fucking helpful to me at all whatsoever. Thanks a lot for the help, Dad!
Mom told me, "Just get the rest of the money, baby." What did she think I'd do, let them fucking keep the money? Like hell I would
I just have to make my move today!
I need to go somewhere where I'm alone so I can mull some ideas in my head. I'm thinking I'll shoot more people than normal or add some kind of fucking price to their next order. Tell you how it goes.
