Perfect Life chapter 10
Chapter title: Pieces
A/N: Wow, chapter ten already, I can't believe this fic has gotten so far already, thank you all for your continued support. With this chapter I found it hard to use episode 9 of season two as a basis because I didn't like it too much, I saw it as more of a filler episode than anything. I'm sorry to say that I have loads of important controlled assessments coming up during the next 8 weeks of school so I probably won't have much time to write between homework and revision but once the summer holidays start then I will be back to writing. There may be an odd chapter in between then but hopefully during the holidays I can go back to weekly updates.
"Thanks for all that, Chase. I needed it." Juice smiled at her as she left his room. She knew that being laid up in hospital for a week, all alone, was getting to Juice. He's always needed people around him so he could feel grounded. After the drama of yesterday, Chase returned to see her brother with plenty to talk about, she also brought him his laptop and some DVDs so he can distract himself when he's getting bored. She told him all about: Half Sack and his new found ball, the rising beef between Clay and Jax, Fiona showing up and Jimmy O's presence, her run in with the Mayan's, Luann and finally Gemma's party, which lead to the topic of Luca… Juice teased her, Chase hit him but then Juice went all soft and said that he was happy for her and the nurse, who she was secretly hoping she would bump into today.
She exited the room and took a few turns before appearing at Chibs' room. She walked in and saw the man look up at her, she couldn't stop the huge smile spreading across her face. "You're awake, finally." She took a seat next to the bed and the man smirked
"I was awake yesterday too, not much though. Hey kid, was I hallucinating or was Fiona actually here?" Chase sighed
"Yeah, she was. I can see why you left her, she's kind of a bitch." She chuckled and Chibs joined in
"Aye, by the sounds of it you two had a bit of a run in."
"Ha, yup. She saw the flowers I bought you and thought we were going out or something. She definitely didn't like me after that."
"Ah, don't worry about Fi, she's all bark and no bite."
"It's not her I'm worried about. It's what her being here means… Jimmy O is here, isn't he?" the Scot sighed
"wherever Fi goes, he's not far behind. If he's not here yet then he will be very soon."
"Shit." The girl rubbed her face and re-adjusted her glasses afterwards, she looked at the man who seemed a little broken at the realisation that his arch enemy was in the same state as him.
The pair moved onto some more happy topics before Chase left for the club house. On her way out someone called after her, a small smile formed on her face before she turned around to greet her caller. "Hey Luca. Everything alright?" he moved them over to the side so they were out of the way of curious eyes.
"Yes, I just wanted to see you for a little bit I guess." She could tell he was a little nervous, the man was too cute "having any second thoughts about us? You know, with it being a new day and all."
"Nah, I'm looking forward to seeing where this heads. Are you having second thoughts?" she replied to the man
"Me? No, no. Of course not." She smiled at how flustered the man got before she placed a soft, slow kiss on the man's lips, he got the message and responded to her. They pulled away and she smiled again
"Yeah, I'm definitely not having second thoughts." She winked at him as she turned around "I've gotta go but I'll talk to you later."
"See you." He shook his head and smiled to himself as he gets back to work. He was also looking forward to where they were heading.
PERFECT LIFE…
Chase waltzed into the club house and spotted Clay in the chapel, she hadn't properly apologised to the man about her outburst so she thought she might as well get it out of the way. There was no need to have tension between her and the president. "Hey" she said softly as she knocked on the door; the man looked up from where he was lighting his cigarette and waved her in. "Listen about the other day, I'm sorry about over reacting, it had just been a long couple of days and like you said with Chibs and everything it was all getting a bit overwhelming." The man nodded at her, his worn eyes boring into her own, "Anyway, I hope we can forget it and move on. So… we good?" the man stood up and moved in front of the girl
"'Course." Clay opened his arms to the girl who stepped forward and hugged the man "love you, kid." She laughed
"Back at you, Old man." Seems like he was in a good mood today, she wondered how long that would last.
Chase was sitting around with Opie and Bobby when Clay walked over "Just set a meet up with Lin. I need you three with me." None of them questioned why, they all just stood up and followed the president out to the bikes.
The four outlaws were escorted to the kitchen of Lin's restaurant so they could wait for the man to grace them with his presence. Clay's phone interrupted their pointless chatting, the man looked at the caller ID before walking off to take the call.
The group hear Clay finishing his conversation with the person on the other end of the line. From what they could hear, it sounded like their lawyer. "All right. Thanks, man." Clay returned to his crew "Rosen" they were right.
"Where is he with the charges?" Chase questioned. She was worried for her brothers because there was a real chance they could do some serious time for what they did.
"The quality of the security video is shit. He's gonna push to have it tossed. And most of the families at the Christian Centre…" Clay looked around at them all with a grin "don't wanna get involved." The three members breathed a small sigh of relief
"Well, that should slow down the D.A." Bobby stated and Clay replied with a
"Yeah." All of them looked up as Lin strolled in
"Gentlemen?" Chase wasn't offended at the fact that Lin didn't acknowledge her gender, she was one of the guys in a sense and she was a 'Son', plus she didn't want special treatment so she was use to the whole male acknowledgement thing. They all follow the man to a table and take a seat.
The chat with the Chinese went well, they sorted out a deal with Lin. He would supply their guns in return for 'persuading' a judge to drop a fake passport case on Lin's supplier. Opie and Chase barely spoke up through the whole meeting, they were mainly there as muscle for the club.
Back at the club house Chase did some digging on that judge Lin wanted them to talk to. Luckily, it didn't take too long. She left her office and came out with Opie and Tig in tow. The men had decided to sit in on her little intel search, Chase wasn't complaining though, she liked the company.
The trio made their way to the Chapel and walked in on Clay and Bobby talking. Clay looked up at Chase "What do we got?" she was pretty sure that was the man's catchphrase when it came to asking her about intel, was it even grammatically correct?
"The I.N.S. judge is small time. Close to retirement." She informed the president.
"He lives alone, cushy little suburb just outside of Oakland." Tig spoke up
"Widower, one kid. Son at Berkeley." Opie shares the last of the information. Clay points at Ope, his face deadly serious
"That's our emotional leverage—the kid. He's local. He's exposed. We threaten that." They all nod at the man "I told Lin we were gonna have to see the guns we're risking our ass for, so I arranged to have a little hardware test." Clay looks over to Tig "That's you."
"What? Who's gonna press the judge?"
"Bobby, Chase and Ope." He looks over at the three of them "And you take Happy with you. He'll know how to persuade."
"This is bullshit!" Tig shouts as he hits one of the chairs around the table, the tension in the air suddenly became very thick, and with everything that was going on lately, the last thing they need is the sergeant at arms being pissed off with their president. Chase decided to butt in
"Hey, Clay, I can do the hardware test. Tig will be better off with the judge. Besides if I go and they realise I'm a girl then that's gonna stick a target right on the club's back." Clay just looked at her, then Tig, before grounding out
"Fine." He looks back at Tig again "you three. Give us a minute" Bobby, Opie and Chase did as they were asked and left the chapel so the two could sort themselves out.
They followed Bobby to a seat so the man could eat his fresh banana bread. Chase looked around before questioning the two men "You guys seen Jax today?"
"He's doing the rounds, breaking the news to Otto, talking to our boys who are laid up. All that stuff. Kid's been off doing his own thing." Bobby informed her as Opie stood up
"I'm gonna head to Caracara, check on things"
"check on things or check on someone?" Bobby looked up at the man with a completely innocent face as he ate his bread. Chase smirks and decides to tease her brother.
*cough* "Lyla" *cough* Chase and Bobby chuckled as Opie flipped them off and walked out. She loved how immature they all were.
PERFECT LIFE…
Chase and a few of the guys were sitting around when Jax came storming in and marched towards the open chapel doors. Everyone looked at each other before getting up and following the man to see what all the fuss was about. They walk over in time to hear Clay say "Gun biz is back online. New 20, new source. We're done with pussy." so that's what all this is about? The porn business? Now as much as Chase wasn't as keen as her brothers, even she had to admit that they were making good money with the studio, it was really getting them somewhere, and it was a nice not having to watch their backs whilst they were at work for a change. Sure the president was never completely won over by the idea, but the look in his eyes made Chase think that Clay was only doing this to piss off Jax.
The two of them have another back and forth argument, it all seems in hand until Jax squares up to Clay after the president pins Luann's death on the V.P. who just replies
"You are really gonna stand there and lay the guilt of a dead wife on me?" then, to add to the drama Jax pulls his gun from underneath his cut, cocks it and lays it in front of Clay. Jax says "Let me make it easy for you." Before turning around so his back was facing the man, he was giving Clay a way out. He really was making it easy. Fear suddenly crept up the back of Chase's spine because although she was pretty sure that the president wouldn't kill his step-son so easily, especially in front of the club he was trying to keep in line, Clay knew and opportunity when he saw it and there was that little bit in her that knew that Clay could easily pick that gun up and kill the man. Her fear spikes when Clay picks up the gun and stares at Jax's back, but the tension fades when Clay clicks the safety off and chucks the piece back onto the table. Jax just smirks and tells them all to vote on the dismissal of Caracara tomorrow before leaving the club house.
PERFECT LIFE…
Turn after turn, Chase finally arrived at Lin's Chinese restaurant. The sound of her Harley's engine must've caught the attention of Lin and his guys who came out to meet the girl "I have to say I was expecting one of the guys, Chase." She just smiles as she comes to a stop in front of the man
"Sorry to disappoint." He just chuckles and sticks his hand out for her to shake, which she accepts "So, where are these guns?" the men lead her outback to a makeshift shooting range. Sprawled out on a blanket were a couple of MP5's, She smirks down at the submachine guns and whistles "Not bad. So any of you boys wanna take a bet on how good my aim is?" the men chuckled and watched as the girl picked up the gun. Confidently, she held the cold metal in her hands, the retractable stock dug into her shoulder, it was nice and familiar. Looking down the iron sight, Chase lined up her shot, she pulled the trigger three times and watched in victory as they all landed in the centre of the target. The smell of gunpowder filled her nose and she smiled as she moved on to the next customized weapon. She did love some target practice, not to mention shocking the Chinese was an added bonus.
"These aren't half bad Lin. I'll let Clay know." The man nodded and she shook his hand before leaving. It was time to get back to the club house.
PERFECT LIFE…
Hoping off her bike, Chase made her way into the clubhouse. On her way in she bumped into Hale who apologised and carried on walking to his car. Automatically, she greets the prospect who's sweeping the floor. The kid always got stuck with jobs like that.
She also waved at Clay who was strolling out of the chapel looking smug, maybe he and Hale did a little bonding. The woman did her best to not burst out laughing at the thought.
Clay however lost his smug look when he spotted Happy out of the corner of his eye "Hey. Why aren't you with Bobby and Ope?" the president turned to face the man as he awaited the answer. Happy just looked at the man, slightly confused
"Jax said he was handling it." It seemed that the nomad thought that Jax had informed the president about him taking his place pressing the judge. Swiftly, Happy made his way over to Chase and Half Sack whilst Clay flipped a table in anger. The trio just stood and watched the man seethe for a moment, not daring to speak in case that the man targeted his anger at one of them. They waited for Clay to break the silence.
Once the man spoke, his voice was completely normal, as though he hadn't just thrown a fit. He looked over to the still confused Happy "Call your Nomads. We need bodies. We've been deputized."
PERFECT LIFE…
As soon as he was asked, Happy made the call to get a couple of the nomads down to Charming. Clay had informed them all of his conversation with Hale. Apparently, the deputy wasn't too fond of the L.O.A.N. interfering with their town; so the man went with the whole 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' approach and gave Clay the info on Darby's prostitution business and the location of his newest meth lab.
The small group were going to deal with the prostitutes first. Chase was skilfully, twirling a steel pipe around in her fingers as she and the guys climbed the metal steps of the crappy motel. Half Sack was at the front with his crowbar at his side waiting for Happy to give his orders.
"Come on, come on, come on! You get that door right there!" barked at the prospect who did as he was told. Two of the nomads crashed in the other doors whilst Chase took the remaining one.
The woman kicked the door in and shielded her eyes from the view of a young, blonde, whore who was riding some old git who looked scruffy and homeless. "Jesus Christ, right fun's over. Get the fuck out now!" Chase held the commanding tone well, the jagged steel pipe at her side may have also helped to persuade the pair. She felt Happy come up behind her and help her remove the 'lovers' from the room.
Chase was dragging the homeless looking guy out of the room by the collar of his discoloured grey shirt. "Keep moving you dirty bastard!"
Next stop, the meth lab.
PERFECT LIFE…
Nosily, the crew rode up on their Harleys to where Darby's new meth lab was supposed to be. In the middle of the abandoned junk yard was a shiny, white and red RV. Subtlety was definitely not Darby's strong point.
Everyone cocked their glocks as they dismounted their bikes. One of the meth idiots must've just been coming back from taking a piss because he waltzed out of the shed next to the Sons and cursed at the sight of them. The man took off running but was taken down by Half Sack and thrown onto a car.
Seconds later, the meth king himself stuck his head out of the RV door and was met with the wonderful sight of six bikers aiming guns straight at him. Darby removed his gas mask and exited his tiny, make do lab. "You white boys never learn" Clay says to the man.
The rest of the former Nazi's crew emerges from the RV as if it were a clown car. Darby stares at the Sons "You and P.D. keep whacking the mole, we keep poppin' up someplace else." He answers smartly
"Whacking days are done. Zobelle sold you out. No more money, no more Aryan muscle. I smell the stink of your crank or your pussy anywhere near Charming, I'll put three bullets in your neck, compliments of Charming P.D." Clay told the man, he even added a charming smile to the end of the speech. The president cast a look over his shoulder to Happy, who happened to be holding an unlit Molotov cocktail. "Light it up" Happy flicks open his lighter and charges his way through the meth cooking crowd.
Everyone, both Sons and Aryans, moved behind the cars for cover. Chase could only hope that Happy didn't get himself hurt doing this, she wouldn't put it past the idiot. Luckily, Happy decided to be smart today and as soon as he threw the alcohol bomb; he started to sprint towards cover.
After the explosion, everyone stood up from behind their cover and took in the sight of the burning RV. Chase whistled "Hope you moles learnt your lesson. Stay in your god damn holes this time." She smirked over at the Aryans who happened to be glaring at the bikers. Clay gave the signal and they all clambered back onto their bikes and rode off back to the clubhouse for some drinks.
PERFECT LIFE…
Prospect was dishing out shots for everyone. The tech specialist raised her glass "Here's to teaching Darby a long earned lesson. Cheers boys". A series of cheers were heard as everyone clinked their tiny glasses together and knocked the brown liquid back. Chase sat there, observing her loving brothers and savouring the burning feeling in her throat caused by the whiskey.
After finishing his drink Clay tapped his patch-sister on the shoulder. Still laughing at something Sack said, the woman turned around to face her president "how'd the hardware test go?"
"Oh yeah! Sorry I forgot to mention it. There's some really good hardware there Clay, custom Mp5's, decent weight, sights and all of that. Definitely worth it." The man seemed pleased enough with her answer as he just nodded and went back to talking with his club members, as did Chase.
PERFECT LIFE…
Yawning loudly, Chase savoured the pleasurable burning feeling in her muscles as she stretched her arms above her head. After all this time she finally got a decent night's sleep in her own house and it put her in a fantastic mood.
She didn't bother checking the time, it was the same every morning anyway. Once she finally reached the small mirror hanging above her sink in the bathroom, she took in her appearance. The bruising around her eye was no longer a horrible, dark, black and blue colour, it was now a mixture of fading yellows and greens. On top of that, the stiches in her face had long since dissolved and the wound was healing over nicely. She was finally returning to her old self, her knee wasn't even causing her too many problems.
After sticking her head out of the window to gauge the weather, Chase finally settled on an outfit of: black jeans, a reaper crew vest that the boys got her a few birthdays ago, a red, blue and white plaid shirt, her boots and of course her kutte.
PERFECT LIFE…
On her way to the club house, Chase noticed a couple of police cars whizzing past. There was never a dull moment in Charming that was for sure.
Like she did every day, Chase greeted her brothers whilst entering their club house. However today she was shushed by Bobby who seemed to be having an important conversation on the phone; the man's brow was etched deep with annoyance and worry.
Smoothly, the woman made her way over to Happy and Half Sack who were watching Bobby intently, waiting to hear the news that had the secretary wound so tight. "What's that about?"
"Not sure. Pretty sure it's Hale." Happy rasped in reply, this didn't look good. "Looks like we're about to find out." They all watched as Bobby hung up the phone and motioned the three of them over to him as he began to walk out the door.
"That was Hale. It's Caracara, apparently she's been burnt down." Sack, Chase and Happy just looked at each other before quickly following the man to their bikes.
Speeding past cars, the four bikers raced to the see the damage done to their legitimate business. The small group slowed down as they rolled into the lot, weaving through emergency service vehicles and those who rode there in them. Quickly, they got off their bikes and walked over to the wreckage.
There was nothing left. Everything was destroyed. It was a wasteland of what once was. Grey rubble covered the floors, everything was grey and blackened with burns. The remains of a pink, high-heeled shoe chair stood out in contrast to the destroyed studio.
Jax was standing in front of it all, taking in the damage. "Unbelievable" Bobby called out as they walked up to the future president. The blonde man turned at the sound and began to walk towards them. The glare on his face made him look ten years older, as if he were hardened from years and years of anger.
Coming to a stop in front of them, he looked at all three faces individually "This was Clay." No one said anything, no one jumped in to defend the president because, truth be told, they knew that he was capable of something like this. "He couldn't let me have it." They could see the sheer anger and hate in the young man's eyes, he was done. Jax looked over at Happy who was still taking in all the damage "Talk to Quinn." This caught Happy's attention and the Nomad looked straight at Jax "Tell him I want a transfer… I'm going Nomad." He looked at all of them again before storming back to his bike and off of the lot. The three Sons just stared after him in shock. Everything was falling apart.
A/N: Alright. Well that's it for my pre-written chapters now. I have no more for the time being. But I will promise to try and get some writing done between my exams. Thanks so much for the support so far and I sincerely hope that you stick around for when I get up and running again. If you have time then please leave a review. They inspire the hell out of me. Thanks again guys, bye for now.