As of tomorrow I probably can“t update twice a day anymore, since I have to work :( So that means the next update will be tomorrow evening! Enjoy reading and review!

GEMMA

Gemma woke up, feeling very content. The fundraiser had been a success. Everything went exactly the way she had planned, and in the end they had raised quite a bit of money. She loved it when everything went according to plan.

She made her way over to the garage a little early, wanting to be there before anyone else. For some reason, she liked opening the place and this way she was able to make sure everyone would arrive on time. Even though most members earned most of the income with the club, some of them also had day jobs as mechanics and Gemma did not tolerate anyone being late.

There was still a pile of paperwork lying on her desk that she wasn't able to process yesterday. With the fundraiser behind her, she could finally catch up.

Her office looked more like an office from one of the guys, than from her. It was small, stuffy and unlike her home, it wasn't decorated at all, the only decoration were the posters of half-naked women that were put up on the wall. Gemma had never bothered to take them down, as she didn't notice them hanging there when she was working anyway.

While waiting for her computer to start, her eyes fell on yesterday's newspaper that was still lying on the couch. She didn't know who would have been reading it, as she doubted any of the Sons cared about the news, but the headline article caught her eye.

"Maria Lewis from Oakland graduates with honors from Yale," the headline read.

She remembered Megan saying something about she not liking her study. But Gemma had never fully believed her. Who the hell would leave Yale, especially when you have a scholarship and a name to uphold. From back in high school she remembered how Megan's parents were both lawyers as well, and it seemed logical for Megan to follow their footsteps.

She also remembered her parents being absolutely loaded. Their mansion was so big, Gemma always wondered how they were keeping it clean all the time. But then again they probably had the money to hire an army of maids. Thinking of it, didn't Jax say something about her living at the old apartments in downtown Charming?

Curious, she started up Google, and typed in the address of the apartments, wondering how much rent they cost every month. There were no apartments available for hire, but luckily Megan's apartment was still online. There was a 'sold' banner put over the picture of the outside of the building which was attached to the advertisement. Gemma found that the rent wasn't that much, in fact, it was very much affordable.

This is not right. Why would someone who came from a family practically swimming in money, live in such a cheap apartment? Their family had the money to rent the entire building and buy the row of houses next it as well. Gemma knew she wouldn't live in that cheap apartment if she could afford more, no one would.

This sparked her curiosity in Megan even more. She went back to Google, typing Megan Montgomery in the search bar. The results showed her Facebook account, which hadn't been used for a couple of months and prior to that, nothing on her page seemed strange or out of place. Gemma looked through various pictures of her at a party at Yale and a trip to New York. She found a picture of her and her parents standing in front of the Statue of Liberty and by the looks on their faces, they all looked happy to be there. If it wasn't a family feud, cutting her off of the family funds, what else could it be?

Gemma returned to Google once more, but the search Montgomery bankruptcy, lead to nothing. Not one Montgomery family in the United States had filed for bankruptcy, which meant those family funds she was definitely not using right now, was still in place.

She leaned back in her chair, looking over the edge of her glasses. Something about that girl was not right, but Gemma had no idea what. She wondered if Jax noticed something strange about her, or had he been completely oblivious to it all, being blinded by her hot body and pretty face. Looking at the paperwork lying in front of her, Gemma made a sure to find out what exactly Megan was hiding, but first she had to make her way through that pile.

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It was near noon when she finally saw the end of the pile of papers. Various people had come and go, leaving their broken car behind or picking up a fixed one. She had made sure all the boys had something to eat for lunch and for herself she had a salad, which looked better than it tasted. When her phone rung, she initially wanted to ignore it, not feeling like talking to any customers, but she recognized the number.

"Sam?" she asked, placing her feet up on the desk.

"Gem? Can I meet you at your house?"

At first she wanted to say no, there was still much work her left to be done, but there was something she heard in Samantha's voice she could not place. Was it fear, she heard? Desperation?

"Yeah, of course. Something wrong?"

"Can you please come, I'm already standing on the porch."

Something was up, something bad. Gemma heard it in her voice. She quickly grabbed her stuff together, shoving it in her bag, totally forgetting about her salad, and jumped into her Cadillac. She told Samantha she was going to be there in five minutes.

She found Samantha standing on her porch, her back towards the road. She was wearing the same clothes as the day before, but she had added a baseball cap to the outfit.

"Sam?" Gemma called, as she approached her.

Sam turned around, revealing her beaten-up face. Gemma flinched when she saw it. Her cheek had completely swollen up and was color in black and blue, as was her eye socket. Above her eyebrow she noticed a cut. Gemma already had some idea what had happened, but she was hoping that she was wrong for once.

"Shit," she reacted. "Come in, babe."

She placed her hand on Sam's back, unlocking the door, and leading her into the kitchen.

"Sit down," she pointed towards a chair, and grabbed a cloth from the counter, making it moist with a bit of water. "Let's get you cleaned up.'

Gemma removed her hat, and noticed the cut had gone a lot deeper than she thought. Softly, she dabbed the wound clean, making sure not to press to hard as that side of her face was extremely sensitive. By the looks of it, Sam hadn't put ice on her cheek, which indicated that what had happened wasn't an accident.

"Now," Gemma started. "Tell me everything."

At first she didn't want to believe what Sam was telling her. Dave had hit her, he had hit her hard. And it hadn't been the first time he had completely lost it. She held her friends hand as she was telling Gemma everything. Samantha begged her not to tell anyone, she didn't want anyone to know what Dave did. Even after beating her up, Sam was still positive he could change, and he hadn't intended to hurt her. Gemma herself wasn't so sure of that. She offered if she wanted to sleep in the guest bedroom for the night. Sam nodded gratefully, softly touching her face, the color of her skin fading on the spots she touched.

"You can stay as long as you want, Sam. You will not return to that man until you are sure he isn't going to do this again," Gemma ordered.