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…Chapter 9…
I Guess We're Square

Elena pulled into the shop parking lot and said "Will you be okay here?"

"Yeah, Jax wants me to stay until he gets back."

"Okay, Boss." she nodded. "I'll watch the shop."

"Thanks, Elle."

"No problem… now go get some rest."

I gave her a half ass salute, got out of the car, and walked into the clubhouse as Elena took off. I saw Juice on his laptop. "What's up, Dude?" I nudged his arm.

"You're out of the hospital?"

"Obviously." I said, with a 'duh' look on my face.

He laughed and gave me a hug. "I'm glad you're okay."

I let go of him. "Me too." I paused and looked around. "So Jax went to Nevada?"

"Uh-huh." he nodded.

"Why didn't you go?"

"Me and Tig has some shit to do, we'll meet up with them in the morning."

"Them?"

"All the guys went, including Happy and some guys from the Tacoma charter, but Chibs didn't go."

"Where's Chibs?"

"He went up north with McKeevy."

"Oh." I nodded. "Well, you and Tig have fun… I'll be here."

"Okay." Juice gave me a kiss on my cheek. "See you later." I smiled at him, then went into Jax's room.

...

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

I checked to see what time it was and '8:30' is what I was looking at, then I picked up my phone, and I looked at it to see who it was. I smiled, then answered it. "Hey, Daddy… what's up?" I need to find a cool ringtone for him, when he calls.

"Nothing. How are you feeling?"

"I'm good… I got out of the hospital and I'm over at the clubhouse."

"Okay, I called to see how you were and your friend keeps coming over, looking for you."

"What friend?"

"Kyle."

My eyes widened. "Um… I'll have to talk to him later on."

"Okay."

"I gotta go, I'll talk to you later, Daddy… good night."

"Good night, Baby." he told me, then I hung up my phone. I couldn't stay at the clubhouse, so I grabbed the key's to Jax's truck, and left to Indian Hills, Nevada.

...

It was past eleven o'clock am, when I pulled up to the Devil's Tribe clubhouse. I walked in and saw a bunch of guys and a bunch of crow-eaters. Then I saw Half Sack sitting alone at one of the tables. "Hey, Sack."

"Hey… Angel." he sounded a little surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to Jax."

"I thought you were in the hospital?"

"I was… I got out earlier." I paused. "Where's Jax?"

He looked away. "I'm not sure."

I groaned. "I'll go find him myself." I told him, walking away. I checked all the rooms in the back. Some of the guys were either sleeping or fucking the crow-eaters. I opened the last door and my jaw dropped to the ground. Jax was fucking some girl on the bed. I quietly shut the door and felt the tears rolling down my cheeks.

I walked back out, when Half Sack stopped me. "Hey… where you going now?"

"I'm fucking leaving… tell Jax I said, that I hope that crow-eater whore was worth it, because I'm done." before Half Sack could respond, I walked out of the clubhouse, got into the truck, and left Indian Hills.

...

I drove myself to Las Vegas, it took less than six hours to get there, only because I was speeding on the freeway. I decided to stay there for a while. I just wanted to get away from Kyle and I couldn't even look at Jax.

The first place I went into was the Montecito. I was playing the slots, some blackjack, and I was drinking a lot. A little later, I won some money and met a guy, then we went up to his hotel room to drink some more. Oh, boy.


Author POV:

Jax walked out to the bar around seven thirty and saw Half Sack sitting on a stool, playing with a straw. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing, Man." he shook his head. "But you had a visitor last night."

"Who was it?"

"Angel."

"She was here?" he nodded. "What'd she say?"

"She told me to tell you… and I quote 'I hope that crow-eater whore was worth it, because I'm done' unquote."

"Shit." Jax groaned, running his hand down his face. "Do you know where she went?"

"Nope."

"Alright." Jax nodded. "I'll let her cool off and talk to her later." he started walking towards the door. "I'll be back, I'm going for a ride."

"Okay." Half Sack nodded, then Jax walked out.

...

Angel's POV:

Oh, shit. I have a pounding headache. What happened to me? I stretched and my arm hit something hard. Oh, it's just Jax.

"Good afternoon, Beautiful."

My eyes shot open and I backed away, taking the sheet with me. There was a strange but cute guy in my bed. "What are you doing in my room?"

He laughed. "Actually, this is my room."

"What?" I covered myself better and looked out the window. Shit. I forgot I was in Vegas. I turned to look at the cute guy. "So… what happened?"

He chuckled. "You were playing the slots, a little Texas Hold 'Em, and drinking." he shrugged. "I didn't want a beautiful woman like you to drink alone."

"Okay." I nodded. "So what's your name?"

"Danny McCoy, head of security here at the Montecito… and you are Charlie Starr, with two R's." he smiled, putting up his two fingers.

I laughed and sat down on the chair. "I'm sorry, that's not my real name."

"What is it?"

"Angel Sawyer."

"Ahh." he nodded. "I like that one better."

"So what else happened?"

"Besides the obvious?" he smirked. "You were venting to me about a crow-eater, a Jax, a Kyle, and your accident… and I was there for you, being a good listener."

"Oh." I nodded.

"You really don't remember any of it?"

"I guess I drank too much." I shrugged.

"Well, I didn't let nothing bad happen to you." he smiled. "You were in good hands."

"That's good to know." I nodded.

A few minutes later, my phone rang. Danny reached over to grab it and said "A 'Jax' is calling you."

"Well, I don't want to talk to him."

"Okay." he nodded, then put the phone to his ear. "Hello? No, Angel's not here. She doesn't want to talk to you. I doesn't matter who it is. Yeah, okay, bye." he put my phone down on the bed and looked at me. "He's pissed."

I got up and sat down on the bed. "I don't care, he'll deal. It's not like we're together and I can do what I want."

"How long are you staying in Vegas?"

"Until tonight." I frowned. "I have to get back to work."

"What do you do?"

"I own a tattoo shop."

"You can do tattoos?"

"Yeah… me and my best friend, Elena."

"Cool." he nodded. "I may have to stop by one day." I just nodded. "Where is it?"

"I'm from Charming, California and it's in town."

"I've heard of that place."

"What have you heard?"

"Just that there's bikers that live there or something."

"Yeah, I've grown up with them my whole life… they're my family."

"Oh." he nodded. "Cool."

"So what happens now? If you're head of security, don't you have to go to work?"

"I could… but it's my day off."

"Oh." I smiled.

"Get dressed and I'll show you around town."

"Okay." I said, then grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom.

I had spent the whole day with Danny and I wasn't even thinking about Jax or Kyle, which was a good thing. We went sight seeing, he took me to lunch in a different casino, and he bought me some things. We exchanged numbers, said our goodbyes, and now I'm headed back home to Charming.

...

I pulled up to my shop ten hours or so later. The light was still on and I figured Elena was still in there. I parked Jax's truck in the back and walked in. "Hey, Elle."

"Angel." she looked up at me. "Where have you been?"

"Nowhere special, why?"

"Jax has been calling for you all day."

I shrugged. "So."

"Okay." she paused. "What's going on?"

"I'm taking your advice."

"What advice?"

"Me… moving on from Jax, I'm done with him."

"Okay." she nodded. "What happened?"

"After I went to Nevada to go talk to him, I found him fucking some girl, so I left."

"He was?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Okay, where'd you go?"

"Vegas."

"Seriously?"

"Uh-huh." seconds later, I heard a motorcycle pull up. Oh, great. I sat down in my chair and waited for the grilling to begin. Jax walked in, swinging the door open, and glared at me. "Yeah, what?"

"Where were you?"

"Out."

"Oh, really? Who the hell answered your phone?"

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter… who were you fucking in Indian Hills?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Well, then." I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked. "I guess we're square."

He kept glaring at me. "Didn't I tell you to stay at the clubhouse, where you'd be safe?" I looked at him with a blank stare. "Why'd you come to Nevada?"

"Because I had to talk to you about something, but obviously it wasn't that important."

"Um, guys." Elena started. "I'm done here, so if one of you can lock up after me… that would be great." she grabbed her things. "Ang… call me later, if you don't then I'll see you tomorrow at Gemma's picnic."

"What picnic?" I asked, but Elena already walked out. Jax went up to lock the door. "What picnic is she talking about?"

"The fund raiser, Mom does every year for the school."

"Oh." I nodded. "Right."

"Look, I'm sorry… you saw what you saw." he shrugged. "You know, what happens on a run stays on a run."

"But that doesn't make it okay." I paused. "But then again… that's what they say about Vegas. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." I mocked him.

"Is that where you were?"

"Maybe." he just groaned and shook his head. "Do you wanna know the real reason I went to Nevada?"

"Yeah."

"My dad called to inform me that Kyle's been coming over to the house looking for me. I didn't know if he'd step foot at T-M, but I also didn't want to chance it." I paused. "So I took the keys to your truck and went looking for you, thinking I'd feel safe, but no… you were fucking some crow-eater bitch."

Jax sighed and kneeled in between my legs, then looked up at me. "I'm sorry, Rox… if I could take it back, then I would."

"Okay." I nodded. "You want to get back into my good graces and make it up to me? Then you go tell Tara, if she ever puts her hands on me again, I will stab her in the eye with a rusty scalpel."

"What are you talking about? What happened?"

"Your son's good 'ol doctor, came into my hospital room and she was telling me to stay away from you. I told her I didn't see that happening, so she grabbed my throat, and threatened me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, the bitch is lucky… I was hooked up to the machines."

"Ugh." Jax shook his head. "I'll talk to her."

"You better, or I'll ram my fist in her eye, a few times."

He chuckled. "Relax, let me handle it." I just nodded and yawned. "Tired?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to go to Opie's with me tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"Him and Donna are giving me some things for Abel."

"Okay." I nodded. "I'll go."

Jax took a deep breath, then rubbed his thumb on my cheek. "Look, we both did something we can't take back, but we should put it behind us, and move forward."

"Deal." I smiled.

He stood up. "Let's lock up and get out of here." I nodded. "We'll go to my house and go to sleep." I nodded again, then got up, and closed the shop.


A/N: I would just like to say… as I was writing this chapter this morning, I was watching Las Vegas on TNT, so I figured I'd throw Danny McCoy in here. I can't help it, the dude is effing HOT! Plus, it all fit and I might bring him back, I'm not sure yet. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this and don't forget to R&R! Thanks!