"Sons of Anarchy: Fun Town" (Part Two of Two)
~SOA~
Previously on "Sons of Anarchy: Fun Town" (Part One of Two)
"Bring her into a SAMCRO meeting? That against the rules?" Jax asked.
"I made the rules. If she works with us, this shit storm will be over faster."
"Um, hello, right here...in the room." Wyetta waved at them, getting their attention.
"I'm gonna call for a meeting." Clay said as he walked out, Jax following him. Wyetta pouted, watching them go.
"I can't just have one spa day? Dammit! Someone always need something," The woman complained as she strolled over to the clubhouse.
~SOA~
Wyetta paced back and forth, she was outside of the room where the SAMCRO members have church.
Birdie was sitting down on the couch in the lounge area, doodling in her Dora the Explorer coloring book.
Instead the church room, Clay was chatting everyone up about the offer Elliot proposed to him and Jax.
"We got a 200k deficit hangin' over our heads. Do we really wanna be out there playin' some pro bono Lone Ranger?" Tig asked, weighing their current situation at his hands. Help out a civilian, doing the work cops should be doing or trying to find out how they'll get the 200k needed for the Irish.
"Guy raped a thirteen year old!" Jax said, emphasizing the victim's age.
"Thirteen." Bobby said, repeating it because it was unbelievable. "Thirteen."
"I get it." Tig said, noting the girl's age. "I just don't like putting my ass on the line for some outsider." He looked at his president. "Clay, Oswald don't give a damn about SAMCRO."
"You know, people get jammed up in this town, they don't go to the cops." Clay said, flickering his cigar in the ashtray. "They come to us."
"That's right, us." Chibs said in agreement.
"That means something to me." The president of the Sons exhaled the smoke in his lungs. "I don't know. Maybe I got something to prove with this guy. You know, that's my shit. So, anybody wants to pass on this–"
Everyone started protesting almost immediately. "No way, we're in." Chibs said, determined to find the bastard who hurt a little girl.
"I'm in." Juice said, face stoned with anger. He had a little girl. If that happened to Birdie, he'd be searching all over the planet for the person responsible and give them no mercy.
"I'm in too. Guess we're hunting a tot banger." Tig said.
Clay looked at Jax. Knowing what Clay was about to discuss next, he nodded at the man.
"Alright, another thing," Clay stated, taking another puff from his cigar. "Elliot wants us to join forces with someone–"
"SAMCRO don't work with outsiders, man–" Tig quickly declined.
"Just here ya out." Jax said calmly. "This person is talented. We work with them, the quicker this is over."
"Why are you being so ambiguous? You keep saying them or this person not he or she..." Bobby asked his Vice President, catching on to his wording.
Clay nodded at Jax to bring Wyetta in. And she did.
Once she walked through the door, everyone seemed confused. Everyone except for Juice, he smirked, he knew where this was going.
Clay pointed to his daughter, "Wyetta Lynn Kattan, a former private investigator."
The room was silent after a few gasps escaped the mouth of some members.
"Let's not make this a sexist thing," Wyetta said, professionally, "here's the deal. I point you in directions. You follow. You follow and listen, you'll find your guy."
"What she said," Clay mumbled. He gave her a look. "What do you know?"
"I saw some guys rocking some Nazi ink." Wyetta informed her father as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Aryan. I saw 'em too." Jax said, backing up his stepsister. "Not sure if they're Darby's guys though."
"Darby's got a meth shack a couple of miles from Macon Woods." The prez said, trying to put pieces together.
"Rape is retaliation." Bobby said, puffing his cigarette.
"Certainly in the Nord wheelhouse." Jax commented.
Wyetta shook her head, her arms wrapped around herself. "This isn't a gang thing," she blurted out. "This guy preyed on that child. You're looking for a male that goes unnoticed, it wouldn't be odd that he's chatting up a kid because..."
"Because what?" Clay asked, pushing her for more information. If he was honest, he was impressed, a lot of what she had to say made sense.
"Because he works there. The guy you're looking for is employed at Fun Town."
"And how sure are you?" Tig asked.
The brown girl looked at her feet, going over her information in her mind, she sighed. "I'm not one hundred percent sure...yet. It's only a theory."
"How can we follow you if we're not sure. Hell, if you're not sure. Bad leadership." Bobby said, frowning.
Juice looked around at his brothers. "She's trying. In one thought she got more information than we did. So..."
Clay nodded, "Yetta's got a point. For now, we question Darby and the employees at Fun Town. Juice," The Puerto Rican's ears perked up at the sound of his name. "Tab into the Sanwa database. Find out which Nords her hard for underage pussy."
"Got it." Juice said with a nod.
"Bobby and I'll go after Darby." Tig announced. Everyone else seemed to be alright with their new plans.
"After my appointment, I'm going to stop by the hospital, question some doctors. I know they've given her a rape kit...if I ask the right questions, I can narrow your search down for sure." Wyetta said amongst the club. Clay smiled, if she was a boy, she'd make a good son.
After the meeting was over, Wyetta walked over to the couch where Birdie was sitting. She instantly noticed her daughter was too occupied. "Birdie, stop chewing on your crayons. You'll get sick."
The toddler stopped at the sound of her mother's voice. She spit out the red crayon and quickly hid it in her book bag. "I not, mama. I not."
Wyetta smirked, "Sure. You ready to go to the spa? Because I am."
~SOA~
The brown girl sighed happily as she parked outside of "Looming's Spa Clinic". She had a cheerily smile on her face, even though she's going to return to her stress after leaving since she's on P.I. duty.
The mother and her child walked inside the building, hand in hand. They were greeted by a woman. She had fair skin, her hair was cut to her ears. She had a crooked grin and her eyes were piercing blue. Her red hair shined brightly against the natural light that glistened through the room.
"Hi," She said happily, "Welcome to Looming's Spa Clinic, where we aim to keep you smiling, my name is Vicky. How can I be of service?"
Wyetta took note of how professional this place seemed, it was nice. She just might make this a weekly thing. "Hi, I'm Yetta. Here for my 1:00 appointment. My boyfriend called in for me."
"New customer?"
"Yes and no. I've been here before new management took over."
The ginger smiled, "Well, we all had to wipe the slate clean. You'll be given a 10 percent discount since you're considered a new customer."
"Awesome," Wyetta exclaimed. "I appreciate that."
"The little one's gonna be with ya?" She asked.
Wyetta grinned, "Yeah, I was wondering if she could get a table beside me, maybe get her nails soaked or something."
"That definitely can be arranged," Vicky said, typing up the receipt. She looked at the appointment slot, going over the description. She then looked at Wyetta and shook her head.
"Problem?" Wyetta asked immediately, taking note of the instant change in Vicky's posture.
"No, it's just...your boyfriend lied about something."
"Lied about what?" Wyetta eyed the girl. Yetta wasn't someone who was impatient but her back pain was starting up again and she really wanted to get this show on the road.
"Your weight."
Wyetta's eyes widen. "What does my weight have to do with anything?"
Vicky sighed, "The workers charge more for the work of you're plus sized."
The brown girl's heart clenched in her chest. She was aware that she's gained weight since being a mom but she didn't think it was to the point where outsiders considered her plus sized. "What did my boyfriend say?"
"That you had serious back pains, that you needed your muscles detangled. We asked him to describe you... he said "brown-black hair, hazel eyes, taller than average height for lady's, weigh about 140."
"Then he's right," Wyetta said, moving the hand that wasn't holding on to her child to her hip.
The red-headed sighed, "I don't want to say you look heavier but... there's a scale over there... I'll price you as plus sized."
"Just shut the fuck up, alright?" The mother said, annoyance filling up her bloodstream. She's walked on the electric scale. She cursed when she realized Vicky was right.
Weight. 160.3 lbs.
"Fuck," Wyetta said, her mind going to insecure thoughts. She exercised when she could, she ate healthy... it wasn't her fault that she got thicker. Wyetta is 5'9", 160 pounds, she wore a size 12-14. She's never thought people considered her a bigger girl. "Goddammit."
"Ma'am," Vicky called out.
Wyetta turned around and gave the girl a glare, "What?"
"They're ready for you."
The mother grabbed Birdie's hand and walked into the back room. "After this, I'm suing these motherfuckers for discrimination. Assholes." The woman mumbled under her breath.
~SOA~
Although the Spa Clinic has one huge flaw, they did a positive number on Wyetta's back, she felt like a new woman. Still pissed at the weight thing but she felt really good physically.
She arrived at the hospital, she parked closer the entrance. Since Birdie was with her, she didn't want her kid walking too far in the heat.
Just as she was about to turn her car off, her phone started to ring. Seeing that it was Juice calling her, she answered.
"Hey," Wyetta said into the phone, leaning back in her seat.
"Hey baby," Juice greeted on the other side of the phone. It sounded like he was occupied with gathering something. "I got some information for ya. Clay wanted me to let you know."
"Alright, lay it on me."
"Three of Darby's guys had down time for sex crimes." Juice said, glancing down at his paper of information. "Two are still in P. Bay but the other guy is Johnny Yates. Clay and the guys plan on seeing Jim in a few minutes. Wanted to tell you."
Wyetta rolled her eyes, "This rape ain't nothing to do with him. I just know it. Anyways, we have something serious to talk about?"
"And that is?"
Wyetta paused for a second. "You think I'm fat?"
Juice was looking at his phone with disbelief present on his face. "What?"
"This skinny ass red head! She was the ring up girl or whatever. She was like, "um, we price more for plus sized women". And I'm looking at her like, "you got a problem bitch". She basically told me to check the scale. She might be right but you're the one that gave her that description of me. I mean, do you even pay attention to me anymore? Or do you just fuck me blindly because you're use to fucking me? Do you think I'm fat? I won't be mad. I promise. Just tell me." The wasn't a response from Juice.
Wyetta looked at her phone to see if he hung up. He didn't. So, why wasn't he saying anything. "Hello? Juice? Babe, are you there? Juice? Hello?"
She heard him snoring softly. In her mind, she thought he was being rude and saying she was boring. She scoffed and hung up the phone. "Asshole."
Little did she know, Juice was knocked out because the "vitamin" he took earlier was not a vitamin after all.
~SOA~
"Hi, I'm Yetta Kattan, I'm with the Charming P.D, one of their best private investigators." Yetta lied smoothly, shaking the doctor's hand.
"Nice to meet you," The older man said, "What can I do for you?"
"You're the doctor working on that case, you know, Tristan Oswald."
The doctor immediately nodded, his small frown noticeable. "Such a same what happened to her."
"I agree, I have a daughter, I can't imagine..." Wyetta made eye contact with the doctor. "Listen, I know you ran a rape kit."
"It's procedure."
"Find anything unusual?"
"He wore a condom. No traces of semen."
That information unraveled in Wyetta's ears. "The rape was premeditated. He was gonna find a victim, just didn't know who until he saw her. Ain't that a bitch." The woman mumbled.
"Her lip is busted, and her jaw is nearly swollen."
"Before she was cleaned up, did your staff take pictures to line up for the cops?" That question hit a nerve, as it seemed, the doctor broke his eye contact as he shook his head.
"No, ma'am, she was already cleaned up a bit when she got here."
Wyetta didn't have time for the bullshit attacking her mind. She leaned forward, made a move that would intimidate the doctor.
"A girl was raped. A man is it out there, a perverted man, who already has his next victim in mind...and you're stopping me from finding him. Why? Who are you trying to protect?"
The man gulped, sweat began to bead down his forehead. "The mother, Karen, she didn't want– I had to respect her wishes."
Wyetta smiled, "I love my job, you know why?" When he didn't answer, she continued to speak. "I ain't got to respect no one's wishes. I'm going to protect these potential victims. I need your help so help me. Forward me those photos."
The doctor nodded before walking off, fetching important information that was needed for her to break the case.
Wyetta stood there, she had an idea. She dialed the number to a person she knew could help. "Hey, Gemma. No, I'm not calling about Birdie, I trust her with you. I'm calling because I need your help..."
~SOA~
Wyetta viewed the pictures of each bruise, she read over the report at least three time, making sure not to miss a single detailed.
And then it hit her. Under Tristan's knuckle was a smudge of white paint, which probably came off the body or face of the person she was fighting off.
She was right about two things.
This case was not gang related.
The perpetrator was indeed a Fun Town worker.
She quickly dialed Clay's number.
"Yeah?" Clay's voice said from the other side of the phone.
"Clown. That's who raped her."
Clay didn't question her. The certainty in her voice was more than enough proof. "I'll round up the guys."
A few minutes later.
As she was cleaning up the spreader papers and notes, Gemma walked into the hospital's conference room Yetta was in.
Gemma instantly noticed the loose papers on the wall and table. "Shit. You really get into your work."
"What's wrong? Is Birdie okay?"
"She's fine, a nurse is watching her read to Abel."
Wyetta raised an eyebrow, "Birdie can't read yet."
Gemma smirked, "That's what makes it cute."
There was a pause between the women. Gemma placed her hands in her back pocket. "I talked to Karen like you asked. It was the Clown."
"I know, I called Clay and he then he called Jax."
"You shouldn't have retired from this, you're good at it."
Wyetta scoffed humorlessly. "I've heard that before. I don't want to go back to this life. I like working at the garage. It keeps my family safe."
"I get that, you know."
"I know," was Yetta's reply as she continued to clean.
~SOA~
It was early in the morning when Wyetta's phone went off. She answered it, her tired voice greeting whoever was on the other end.
"Hey, it's Tig, head down to the station. There's a funny sight waiting for you."
Wyetta groaned before hanging up the phone, she pat Juice's side of the bed, hoping to feel him there. She was disappointed.
Not thinking too much about it, she got up to her dressed. Fortunately, Gemma offered to take Birdie home with her last night.
And if Juice didn't come home the night before, that meant she was home alone all night.
Wyetta parked near the police station, her eyes went wide when she noticed her man walking down the street in what looked like an adult diaper.
Her hands swiftly rolled down her driver's seat window. "Juice?"
Hearing Wyetta's voice, he turned to where her voice was coming from, Juice spotted her rather quickly.
"Babe!" He said, happy to see her.
"Get in the car. Hurry up."
Juice ran over to the passenger's side. He groaned as his back hit the car seat's fabric.
"Wanna tell me why you're bleeding," Wyetta asked as she pulled out baby wipes from the backseat, passing them to her boyfriend.
"Guys stabled a cardboard note my to chest." He looked at the back seat, finding the car booster seat empty. "Where's Birdie?"
"At my dad's with Gemma," Wyetta chuckled, "What'd you do to piss them off?"
"I don't remember much. I was talking to you then I blacked out."
Realization hit Wyetta, she laughed. "Shit. So you weren't ignoring me? Thank God. What did Hale say to you?"
Their previous conversation passed Juice's mind. He changed the subject for a moment. "Why did you ask if I thought you were fat?"
Wyetta frowned. "Nothing. It was stupid."
His brown orbs never left her face. "Tell me."
"It's a long story. A bitch thought she was sly and called me fat. I weighed myself, she was right. But you the weight you told her was damn near twenty pounds lighter."
Juice was confused. "What does your weight have to do with a Spa anyways?"
Wyetta sighed. "I don't know."
Juice could tell that her feelings were hurt. If he was honest, he noticed the weigh gain. He's been with her for for years, of course he noticed. But it wasn't like she was huge. She had her "fat" in all the right places. She had wider hips, plump ass, bigger thighs, and a nicely shaped chest. Her tummy wasn't toned but that didn't matter to him.
He loved her. She carried his kid. She takes care of him. She makes sure he eats. She keeps his anxiety at a minimum level. She loved him as much as he loved her. Her weight was the least of his worries. And if she ever got insecure, he'd let her know that he loved her body. And that he was a lucky man. If he wasn't the one loving her, he was sure Tig would have taken a swing at her.
She was beautiful in more ways than one. And it killed him to know she wasn't satisfied with her looks.
"Babe?" Juice called quietly. Yetta was focused on the road, she turned to him for a second.
"What?"
The Puerto Rican grabbed her hand from the steering wheel, leaving her to steer with just one hand. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. No one can take that title from you. I love you. You're sexy so don't be afraid to be sexy, regardless of what anyone's got to say. Your weight is perfect. If we're being honest, you have an ass that I want on my face." He kissed her brown knuckles as she laughed at his silliness.
"Now, hurry up and get home."
"What's so urgent?" Wyetta asked, still blushing from Juice's sweet words.
Juice leaned back in his seat. "Like I told Hale, I'm late for my eight o' clock feeding."
~END OF CHAPTER TEN~
~A/N~
HEY! I wrote a little extra for you guys because I was running behind. I don't plan to post everyday because life gets in the way sometimes but I will post as often as possible.
To answer a question, Wyetta looks a lot like Rihanna (the singer). Especially since Riri is getting a little on the thick side. [winky face].
I'm sorry if you don't ship Juice with a "plus sized" girl but I honestly wanted to be realistic in this book. A lot of my friends that are mother's suffer from slow metabolism which made them gain weight after becoming mommy's. A lot of women are like that.
In this fanfic, you will find that I will try to make Wyetta as relatable as possible.
You're all beautiful though. Your size is only a piece of you. It doesn't truly define you.
Anyways, let me know what you think. Your opinions matter! Love you! Until next time.