Chapter 9-sons of anarchy
The next week seemed to fly by and drag by all at the same time. I worked everyday at Teller-Morrow, yet every time I heard a motorcycle, I got excited. God, what the hell is that man doing to me? I asked myself again as I spun around at the sound of a motorcycle pulling in, only to discover that it was Jax. I had been waiting eagerly everyday for Chibs to return, and having not seen him yet was driving me slightly insane.
Although I hadn't had much time to focus on him not being here, he seemed to invade every thought that I had. Everything reminded me of him, and it was distracting. We had had a hectic week at Teller-Morrow. There was an influx of cars that need fixing, and plenty of club business that kept the rest of the guys busy. Otto had asked us to protect a friend of his when he got out of Stockton; his name was Chucky, and he was interesting, to say the least. He had a problem keeping his hand off of his dick.
I finally set my grease rag down, having finished working on yet another car, and looked up just in time to see a huge truck pull into the lot. Both doors opened, and Juice stepped down from the drivers side. A huge grin split my face, and I jogged out to give him a hug.
But before I could get there, Clay was there first, grabbing Juice immediately around the neck and pulling him over to the side. I frowned, until I noticed that a girl had stepped down from the other door on the truck. Oh boy.
"Who the heck is that?" I asked Juice, once he had been released and was walking towards me. He gave me a quick hug before answering.
"She's from Indian Hills, and, well, Clay and her messed around a little. It was his way of getting back at Half-Sack for something that he had said."
"So you brought her here?" I hissed, in shock. He quickly shook his head.
"I didn't have any choice. She jumped in the cab, and what was I gonna do? Kick her out," Juice mumbled, trying to explain himself. I shook my head again, walking away. If there was one thing that I didn't want to get involved in, it was this.
Just as I was about to head into the clubhouse to get a drink, a motorcycle roared into the lot behind me. I didn't look this time, figuring that it was just one of the guys, instead pulling the door open and heading for the bar. Pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels from below the bar, I poured myself a shot before easily downing it, loving the burn as it went down. The clubhouse door opened at that point just as I was putting the bottle back, and I peered around the corner to see who it was. Who I saw made my jaw drop.
Chibs was standing there, pushing his sunglasses up, his face splitting into a huge grin when he saw me. I couldn't help myself; I launched myself at him, throwing my arms around him into a huge hug.
"Happy to see me love?" he said, as he set me back down.
"I don't know. What would ever give you that idea?" I giggled, causing him to laugh, a deep, rich sound. "Well anyway, welcome back to the craziness."
"Yeah, Clays been keeping me up to speed. Sounds like everything has been just cheery here," he commented, before the sudden sound of police sirens drew our attention. We both looked quizzically at each other, before going for the door. That was never a good sound to hear.
Two black cars had pulled into the lot, and a few people dressed in suits had stepped out, flashing badges. One of the agents, a female with blonde hair, had stepped forward, and two more agents were walking Clay to one of their cars.
"What tha bloody hell is goin' on out here," Chibs asked Tig as we came to stand next to him.
"They're saying that there was a shooting this morning, and they traced a phone call from one of the shooters phones to Teller-Morrow. So they're taking Clay in," Tig explained. I sighed. Great, more problems.
The next few hours passed in a blur. We were waiting to hear anything from Clay or the lawyer, but we hadn't. And as if the day couldn't get any worse…
"I just heard from my informant. The Feds have a warrant to search our warehouse," Juice came in through the doors. At that, my head fell into my hands. We had a truck full of illegal guns and gun parts, and the Feds were watching us, so we couldn't just drive off with them.
The rest of the day turned into a major headache. We managed to hide the guns before the Feds came, and when they came, we all had to lay down on the cement outside while they searched. And of course, they had trashed the clubhouse. Jax's room had been completely destroyed, his stuff thrown everywhere. My room had suffered that extreme of treatment; they had tossed all my clothes out of the drawers, but that was it.
"Hmm, I'm bettin ya look pretty damn good in this," a familiar voice drawled behind me. I turned around, and what I saw made me blush immediately. Chibs was standing there, one of my lacy black thongs hanging from his fingers.
"Give me that," I laughed, snatching it from him and putting it back in the drawer. "And, yes, I look damn good in it," I whispered seductively to him as I walked past him and down the hall. A shiver went up my spine as I heard him growl from behind me. Leaning against the bar, I accepted the shot that Half-Sack handed me.
"So, I hear that someone has a birthday tomorrow," Piney said, looking over at me. I nodded, downing my shot.
"Well I hope you're ready for a party," Tig said, as him and Jax joined the group at the bar. I laughed.
"Hey, I could handle the parties in Tacoma, so this shouldn't be that hard." Everyone laughed. "But just in case, I think I'm gonna hit the hay now, so I'm not tired." I hugged everyone good night, before slipping into my pajamas and curling up under the blankets.
Ya know, just for once, I'd like to sleep in on my birthday and not be rudely woken up. But apparently, that was not going to happen this year. It was still somewhat early, around 10:30 a.m., when Juice came sprinting into my room and dove onto my bed, right on top of me.
"What the fudging hell?" I growled loudly, spinning over to see the Puerto Rican biker clambering off my bed, and grinning at me.
"Happy birthday!" he crowed, backing up slowly towards the door.
"Oh, you're in trouble." My frown quickly turned into a smirk as I leapt out of bed and went tearing down the hallway after him. He skidded to a halt and turned towards the doorway leading out to the lot. I paused only to grab a hand towel and fill it with ice, then I went running after him, my bare feet silent against the floor.
"If I step on a rock, you are double dead!" I yelled, laughing as I chased him around the lot, the rest of the Sons looking on, laughing. At that, Juice stopped.
"What're you gonna do, kill me then bring me back to life?" he asked, and I tried to take advantage of the fact that he had stopped, desperately reaching for the back of his jeans. I managed to get a hold of them, pulling them back far enough to dump the towel full of ice down his boxers.
"Holy fuck, Mary mother of God, that's cold!" he hollered, dancing on the spot to try and get the ice unlodged from next to his ass. I doubled over laughing, eventually falling down on my ass onto the cement.
"Do I even ask?" Clay said, coming to stand next to the table where Tig, Chibs, Jax and Opie had been sitting, but they were now almost falling off the table, they were laughing so hard. I shook my head.
"It's really best to not ask sometimes," I said, standing up and brushing off my sweatpants. Juice had since stopped dancing, a pile of ice next to him.
"Was the ice really necessary?" he grumbled, as we walked back to the table. I nodded.
"You've known me for a while, and you never noticed that when you do something like that, I retaliate?" He shrugged.
"I guess I never thought you would dump ice down my pants," he said, taking a drink of beer.
"You never expected that of me? Wow, I'm honestly shocked. Besides, it's my birthday, I do what I want!" I chuckled, before heading inside to change out of my pajamas. The rest of the day flew by, night falling quickly, and the party started. Already, rock music could be heard blasting through the lot, and the smell of grilling food was making my mouth water. I was almost ready, having slipped into a lacy black thong and a black strapless bra. Just as I was about to put my dress on, there was a knock at my door.
I tiptoed over to it, hiding behind it as I opened it. What I saw made me let out a cry of excitement and pull the person into the room. It was one of my good friends from Tacoma, Tara. She was one of the club hang-arounds, but unlike the rest, me and her had gotten along from day one.
"What're you doing here!" I giggled, throwing my arms around her in another hug.
"It's your birthday! Ain't no way I'm missing it for anything. And I figured you could use a familiar face. Get dressed and let's go!" she laughed. I eagerly pulled my dress on, a black stretch one-shoulder bandage dress, and then slid on a pair of black flats. Me and heels, especially combined with alcohol, just don't mix.
"Well there's tha birthday girl!" I heard Chibs from behind me. I turned around to face him, blushing as I felt his eyes roam up and down me. Juice was with him, handing me a red cup full of dark liquid.
"Jack and Coke. Well, mostly Jack," he explained. I took a long drink, feeling the familiar burn. The next few hours passed in a blur. There was a lot of alcohol, and I found myself outside with Tara, as we danced to one of my favorite songs, Bang Your Head by Quiet Riot.
"So you have to tell me, who is that guy with the sunglasses over there. He has barely taken his eyes off of you the whole night," Tara asked, as we danced. I didn't even have to look to know who she was talking about.
"That's Chibs." Her eyebrows rose at the smile that split my face as I thought about the Scotsman.
"And what's going on there?" I shrugged.
"I really don't know. As of right now, nothing," I explained.
"Rightttttt. Well, with the looks he's giving you, coupled with the fact that he doesn't take his eyes off you, there is definitely something going on," she giggled, winking at me.
"Well you have fun with your theories, my cup is empty," I laughed, heading towards the clubhouse to get something fresh to drink.
"Hey, Kat!" Gemma called. I smiled at the beautiful Queen of Bikers as she embraced me. She had become like a mother to me in the few weeks that I had been in Charming.
"Some people had some presents for you, so I put them in your room."
"Thanks! I appreciate it," I said, adding some Jack to the little bit of Coke that was in my cup. She nodded, as I headed back out to the party. And just like that, my attention was needed again. This time to a certain blonde biker.
"Kozik!" I squealed happily, as he swept me into a hug.
"Having fun short stuff? You look awesome," he said, spinning me around to get a good look at me. I nodded.
"Everyone's been so good to me, I've having a blast. I'm glad you could be here!" I was ecstatic to see one of the men who was a brother to me. I looked over his shoulder to see Tig, who had a dark look on his face when he saw Kozik. I sighed.
"What's wrong love?" he asked, taking a drink of beer.
"Look, I know you and Tig have your differences, but please don't get into a fight tonight alright? You guys are both really good friends of mine, and I want both of you here, so promise, no punching each other tonight, alright?" I sighed, knowing full well that when Kozik and Tig came face to face, it could and would quickly spiral out of control. He nodded.
"Just for you Ava. No fighting, cross my heart," he said, drawing an X across his heart with his finger. I laughed, before walking on to go talk to Tig, who was still glaring at Kozik.
"Hey relax. No fighting, it's my party," I muttered to the former Marine. He growled, looking down at me. "I mean it!"
"Alright fine. Just for you," he smiled, walking in the opposite direction of where Kozik had been. I sighed, shaking my head. They need to be locked in a room together and air out everything that happened between them. I looked up then, feeling eyes on me, to see Chibs leaning casually against the wall of the clubhouse. I smiled, our eyes meeting.
His hand rose, beckoning me over. I walked towards him, somewhat shaky; maybe the alcohol wasn't such a good idea. We stepped behind the clubhouse, it was private, with no one around.
"So, havin fun love?" he asked, the amount of alcohol he was consumed making his voice huskier than usual. I nodded.
"You?" I asked in return, trying to hide my nervousness at being alone with him.
"Of course. Especially seeing ya dressed like that. Makes havin to wade through all tha drunk Sons worth it," he said, his eyes smoldering as they met mine. I swallowed nervously, suddenly struck by the inability to think of anything to say.
"Aw fuck it," he growled, taking a step towards me, his hands coming up to cup my face.
