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[5 Months NOMAD]
They had managed to settle their differences after a lot of arguing, some wrestling, beating each other up and massive amounts of crazy sex. Of course, Dean had been so kind to let them hash it out in the clubhouse for the most part, but after awhile he got sick of it so they left. Went their separate ways for a week or so, and then found one another again in Minnesota where they froze their asses off in the cold. That's where they were now and Jamie was sick of the cold. It had snowed so many times in a matter of a week; Jamie had her first snow experience ten times over.
She pulled Happy's sweatshirt, which she had stolen from him and he still hadn't realized, around her more tightly while she watched the snow outside fall even more, making it probably about hip high on her. Just as she was about to get into a worse mood, her phone went off and she smiled as Chibs' name popped up on her screen.
"Hello?"
"Aye! Lass! It's good to hear your voice!"
"Hi, Chibbie. It's good to hear your Scottish jibber jabber," she laughed gently.
"Ah, shut up. Where you guys at now?"
"Outside St. Paul, Minnesota with Torr and his club. It's fucking psycho out here with the snow, now I know why we live in California."
Chibs laughed on the other line. "Well yeah, and snow is way worse than rain. How do you like the snow?"
"I hate it!" He laughed again at her. "I absolutely hate it, Chibs. I'd rather be riding a bike in rain and a storm of locusts."
"That's a bit much there, lass. It's not that bad."
"Chibs, I grew up in sunny California where snow doesn't exist," she laughed gently with a shake of her head.
"Aye, that's true. When do you plan on coming back?"
Jamie sighed, knowing that question was coming. She moved away from the window and sat on a couch, propping her feet up on the table in front of her. "Dunno, Chibs. Probably not for a few more months."
"Oh come on, Jamie. We need you back here in Charmin', back here at home. Juice is missin' ya like crazy, he needs someone to have wet dreams over-" She laughed as she heard a distant 'FUCK YOU!' in the background. "-he's in denial. But it's not the same here without you, especially since Tara's fuckin' crazy."
"Yeah, kid. Tara's drivin' us nuts over here. Won't even let me go on a schroom trip," came Tig's voice and she sighed, starting to feel bad.
These boys really did miss her, she thought it was one way for the most part but they were begging her to come back. It made her heart ache but she knew she wasn't ready to return to her brothers overbearing ways. "Sorry, Chibs. I can't."
Chibs let out a very annoyed sigh before talking again, "Ok. Just, keep in touch with us, ok?" He sounded so damned sad.
"Ok," she said gently, hanging up.
This whole going back to Charming idea had been bouncing around in her head for days but she just couldn't say yes to it. Going back to Charming meant having to deal with Jax's piss attitude and Tara's iron fist, which she most certainly did NOT want to deal with. The bitch was way out of control and Jamie couldn't deal with being told by someone who barely knew the club as Jamie did. Tara was that one person she couldn't stand in her life, and if Jax wasn't practically married to her, she would off her. She'd tie Tara up in a chair, let her scream herself hoarse as she sat there blindfolded not knowing where she was. Of course, Jamie would do this dead center in the Charming clubhouse for all to see and for Tara to panic even more when she was just on the brink of death. Jamie would pull each and every hair on her head and face out one by one. Then she would slowly cut her skin away-
"Jamie!" Happy was standing in front of her and apparently he must have been for a few minutes because he had a rather annoyed look on his face. "Jesus, girl. Snap out of it."
"Sorry," she said gently and moved over so he could sit beside her.
"What in the hell were you thinking about? You had such a killer look."
"I was thinking about killing someone," she said gently and shook her head, laughing at his look. "Sorry."
"Well, what are you doing with my hoodie? I've been looking for it."
"I stole it to keep warm," she smirked, looking at him.
For the first time in a good month and a half, Happy actually laughed. She hadn't seen him really even crack a smile since they left Tucson and had their fights in Jefferson City. Now he was laughing at her stealing his clothes, which she thought he would have been pissed about it.
"You're lucky I brought extras," he shook his head, motioning to his own sweatshirt that he had on. "We gotta get outta here soon. I hate snow."
"Me frikken too!" She shook her head, sighing. "Maybe we can get out of here in a few hours when the snow stops?"
Happy nodded and killed his beer, standing up. "Yeah. I need to get away from the polar bears."
It took a week but the pair finally escaped the snowy confines of Minnesota. Southern heat was screaming their names and Jamie was thrilled to be in Texas where it was usually warm year round. Mid-winter and it was a gorgeous seventy-seven degrees, just as Jamie liked. Charming rarely dipped below sixty degrees and it NEVER snowed. Corpus Christi, Texas suited her well, that was for sure.
As they walking into the clubhouse, Jamie greeted a few men she had met three days before when they arrived. She knew they had been up late watching the clubhouse after a rival club showed their ugly faces. They rode in on Choppers, which Jamie loathed, and acted as though they were big and bad. A puppet club with shitty bikes and even shittier balls. They were scared of Jamie and two guys who weren't much bigger than she was. Of course, Jamie had a rifle and the guys each had two semi-autos in their hands. Still, ten grown men verses to fat dudes and a chick. Pussies.
"Jamie!" Bull called out to her from his chapel. She hadn't understood his nickname until she had met him and then saw him drunk that night. He had a big ring in his septum and he was a huge klutz, like a bull in a china shop. He also stood at a very large 6'6" tall and weighed what seemed like a ton...yeah he fit his name well.
"Sup, heifer?" She smirked as she took a seat.
"You and Hap up for a job?" His tongue ring fascinated her for a second, this man had more piercings than a piercing shop secretary.
Jamie shrugged as she answered, "I am. Ask him."
"HAP!" His yell could wake the dead and make the deaf hear. It worked because Happy appeared at Jamie's side momentarily. "I got a job for you two if you're up for it."
"Yeah, sure."
"Good. I need your help as we take a run up to our cabin. Hiding a brother involved in a shooting. I need protection in case someone is waiting for us. You two are good with guns."
Jamie looked up at Happy who was watching Bull closely. He was thinking a thinking Happy could spell massive amounts of trouble.
"What shooting?"
Bull raised a pierced eyebrow at his brother, giving Happy a look. "One at 6th and Diamond a week ago-"
"The one where a kid was killed?"
Jamie looked between the pair, eyes wide as she tried to keep Happy somewhat calm and not remember why she was a NOMAD.
"Yea-"
"No."
"He didn't shoot!" Bull stood up. "He shot the guy who killed the kid!"
"I said n-"
"Twenty grand," Jamie's voice made them both shut up and look at her.
"'Scuse me?" Bull said as he looked at the tiny girl in front of him. Man, she had some balls.
"I said, twenty grand each and we'll do it."
He scoffed, "Yeah. I'll use my own guys-"
"Who can't hit a target a foot away painted traffic cone fucking orange." She crossed her arms as she stared at Bull.
"Fine," he growled after a moment.
"If you're lying to use about his involvement, Bull. You'll be out a guy and the forty grand, plus an extra fifteen for us to split."
"Five."
"Ten."
"Seven grand, Jamie Teller."
"Eight and a half or we're. Not. Goin'."
"FINE!"
Jamie nodded, flipping her phone open as her and Happy made their way outside into the heat. What answered on the other end was definitely not a very awake Juicyboy and it sounded like no one around him was awake either.
"Juice. Get the fuck up, I need you for something," she said, having forgotten that they were ahead of them by an hour. It was about eleven there so he needed to be up anyway.
"Ok, what?" He sounded so sleepy it was rather adorable.
"Look up the info on the shooting a week ago in Corpus Christi, Texas at Sixth and Diamond Avenues."
"Gimme a sec."
She could hear the keys clicking as his fingers tapped the keys, the click of his mouse and right about now she swore she could hear the gears turning in his head. No doubt he was shaking off one hell of a hangover since it was party night back in Charming.
"Ok, got it."
"Who's the suspect they're lookin' for in the shooting of the kid?"
"Uhmmm…here. A Michael Tart…"
"Tart?" She frowned, looking up at Happy who shook his head.
"Wait! He's a Son!"
"Son of a bitch!" Jamie snapped, glaring at Happy.
"What?" Juice said quietly, probably thinking he did something wrong.
"Get Jax and call me back. Now."
Jamie hung up and started to pace. "Mother fucker lied. He shot the kid."
"Shot the other guy to save his ass. Pussy," Happy shook his head. If there was one thing in this world Happy hated it was cowards, and this man certainly was a rather large one. They stood there until they could talk civilly without barging into the clubhouse and tearing Bull to shreds.
"Jax'll have ideas."
"Yeah. He may just come down here now."
"He better fucking not," she shook her head and stopped short when Happy grabbed her shoulder softly.
"Let's go for a ride. Too many loose mouths," he said as his eyes found an eavesdropper.
They had gone down the road a good ten miles before pulling off into a small park where they could sit in the cool shade of the trees. Jamie sat backwards on Happy's bike, leaning against the gas tank while he sat sideways at her feet. Her phone went off and she put it on speaker, not even getting a hello.
"What's goin' on?" Came Jax's rather annoyed voice.
"Bull asked us to do a job," she started.
"A protection run for one of his guys involved in a shooting," Happy finished.
"So?"
"He shot a six year old kid, Jax," Happy growled.
"I had said if Bull was lying, he owed us both Forty-five grand and he'd lose a guy. Did he not think we'd call Juicyboy or somethin'?"
Jax was silent for a moment as Jamie assumed he contemplated a move.
"Call in some other NOMADs. They'll help you simply because we do NOT kill women or children. I'll call Quinn and let him know what's going down."
"Got it." She closed her phone before looking over at Happy. He seemed to be thinking the same thoughts as her since he asked, "Who we callin'?"
"Good question," she sighed as she ran through the NOMADs in her head. "Culver?"
"Dunno. Last I heard he was up North. Like, Main up North."
"Shit…"
"Moe?"
"Hell yes," she nodded. "That man may be missing shit in his head but he can shoot."
Happy nodded and started to look for Moe's number.
"Oslo?"
"Yeah, 'nother nut but he's good."
"Let's make these calls then," Jamie nodded with a smirk. Nothing like taking out a Charter President.
