Disclaimer:Llama of all trades, master of none.Also, not the master of SOA.
Dorothy found her back pressed against the bedroom wall as her visibly angry boyfriend advanced on her. Her eyes darted around wildly taking in the image of her man. A vein was prominent in his neck and she watched as he clenched his teeth, the muscles in his jaw pulsing. She looked down to see his hands clenched tightly into fists. Dorothy closed her eyes tightly and turned her head waiting for the blow.
Chibs released a frustrated sigh. "I'm not going to hit ya." Her eyes cracked open and made contact with his. "But you need to explain this, and quickly." He pointed to the photos gathered at their feet.
"Filip, I don't know what you think this is…." Dorothy sputtered out, but was cut off before she could finish her statement.
"Explain it to me then!" Chibs yelled.
"It's about my father!" She yelled back, pushing him to create some distance.
Chibs was more than a little confused by her statement and her burst of anger. "What?"
"Nine months ago someone murdered my father with a car bomb. Someone that he was associated with, and I'm determined to find out who." Dorothy began to pace a short path back and forth, her eyes darted to her bedside table where she kept a loaded Glock 26, in case things went sideways.
Chibs was gobstruck by the revelation of her father's death. Before she'd only ever mentioned that he died in a car accident. A bomb was far from an 'accident'. He followed her glance, knowing the thought that ran through her head as she eyed the drawer of the bedside table. The Scotsman stepped between her and the furniture in self-preservation. "Car bomb? Is that why you chose me?"
It was Dorothy's turn to be confused. "What do you mean? Chose you?"
He laughed a mirthless and sharp sound echoing in the bedroom. "Jaysus. I should have known you were too good to be true. Car bomb. Christ. So you think it was me? Because of my past in Belfast or because of what happened to me a few years ago?" He planted himself on the bed, drumming his fingers menacingly on the bedside table. "How long did you plan on keeping up this charade? What kind of information were you trying to get? What? Were you planning to kill me?"
Dorothy took a tentative step towards him, tears streaming down her face. "No! Filip! What are you talking about? I love you."
The words that only minutes ago would have brought him such joy to hear shot a stinging barb of pain into his chest. Anger welled up threatening to overtake him. He opened the drawer pulling out the Glock. He dropped the clip out and began to slowly and methodically push the bullets out of the magazine. "Can't have you trying to shoot me in the back when I leave." He said coldly.
Dorothy watched as the last bullet fell to the floor and he began to gather his clothes and dress. "I don't understand, Filip." She pointed at the pictures covering the wood floor. "This has nothing to do with you." She scooped up a few of the photos. "One of these men, someone affiliated with these men, killed my father."
Chibs held his kutte in his hand and pushed past her out the door, only briefly pausing to coldly say. "I'm affiliated with those men."
"Filip wait!" She grabbed at his arm only to have it roughly shoved off.
"Stay clear of me, woman. Stay clear of me and the Sons." He pointed in her face giving her a ominous stare.
**SOA**SOA**SOA**
Chibs arrived back at the clubhouse, he was unable to shake the tightness that gripped his chest. The pain he felt at the betrayal was manifesting as an ever-present ache in his heart.
The crowd in the clubhouse was thankfully sparse, a few brothers and croweaters were scattered around paying no regard the Scotsman as he pulled two bottles of whiskey from the bar and headed to his room. He tried to avoid contact with everyone by keeping his head down. He heard the clack of heels scurry up behind him and he winced when he heard the familiar sound of Maria's voice calling out to him.
"Chibs!" The steps sped up until she was beside him, pulling one of the bottles from his hand. "What's wrong, Sweetheart?" She scurried to keep up as he snatched the bottle back and powered on to the back of the clubhouse.
He attempted to close the door, but her substantial heel successfully blocked its closure. "I don't want to talk about it."
Maria, stubborn as ever, pushed the door open. "Well you're going to talk about it instead of drinking yourself into a stupor or the grave." She tapped a foot as he took a long pull out of the first bottle and settled heavily onto the bed kicking off his boots.
**SOA**SOA**SOA**
Chibs was sprawled out on the bed resting his head on Maria's lap as she ran her hands comfortingly through his salt and pepper locks. It was a position he'd found himself in more than once seeking comfort from her. He'd shared the events of the evening, probably more than he would or should have with any other croweater, but Maria was different.
Had he looked up at her face, he would have seen her bronze skin tinted red with anger. "If that bitch ever shows her face around here again I'll fucking cut her."
Chibs couldn't help but smile slightly. Maria was fiercely protective of the Sons, especially him. He sighed and swished what remained in the bottle of Jameson absently as he stated. "Tomorrow morning I'm going to have to tell Clay. Worse, I'm going to have to tell Gemma, and she'll feel vindicated. She was right about Dorothy all along. I should have never trusted her." He awkwardly tipped the bottle to his lips from his position laying on the bed and Maria's legs.
**SOA**SOA**SOA**
The next morning he woke up next to Maria, both of them still fully dressed. Chibs' head pounded, but he was thankful that Maria had successfully hidden the second bottle of Jameson from him. A quick shower made him feel slightly more human before he had to have a conversation he dreaded with Clay.
Maria was sitting in his bed flipping through an old Harley magazine she'd found. "You ready for this? What are you going to tell him?"
Chibs huffed out a breath and said "No, I'm not ready for this, and I'm going to tell him what I know. Which isn't much."
A/N:Yes it is a very short chapter.I've been flopping about on where to send this story.I have a number of ideas and haven't fully vetted them all, but here's a little something to fill the gap until I pull me head out of my Llama ass and get this story on the road.