Chapter 11: Boom Goes the Dynamite
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"I walked around the store as long as I could before they started thinking I was casing the place," LuAnne said from the doorway of the room Chloe would be calling home for the foreseeable future. She turned from unpacking and smiled. "Anything happen?" LuAnne smiled in her teenage girl after some tidbits way.
"A kiss. A fucking hot kiss," Chloe sat on her feet in front of the dresser, thinking about the way his lips felt on hers and how his fingers dug into her hip. "Told me to let him know when I get shit sorted out."
"Get that shit sorted out," LuAnne laughed. Chloe followed with her own laughter.
"Is it possible that he became even sexier?" she smiled. LuAnne stepped forward, pushing Chloe's hair out of her face.
"Yeah. Just as you have gotten even more beautiful," she squeezed her hand a little. "Come on, you can finish this later. I felt like they were gonna call the shoplifter squad on me, so I was compelled to buy some Rocky Road. We can watch bad tv and eat good ice cream!" Chloe smiled at her stepmom and followed her to the living room for a little girl time.
"Hey, Gem," Chloe said poking her head in the office at the TM shop and looking around. "Where is it?" Gemma had called, on her third day in Charming, to let her know a FedEx truck had dropped some things off with her old address in San Francisco as the return address. She figured it was the rest of what she wasn't able to get at the office and a few things she may have missed at the apartment.
"Oh honey, I couldn't fit it in here. Come on, I'll show you where I had the prospects set 'em," Gemma linked her arm through the young woman's arm and led her out of the office and towards the storage behind the clubhouse.
"What the hell?" Chloe asked when Gemma showed her the one small box and two large Bankers' boxes. Gemma toed at them with her pointy shoe.
"Prospect said the big ones were not light. I thought we grabbed everything?" Gemma questioned, lighting a cigarette. They both turned around after hearing the boots on the gravel to see Chibs and the prospect she knew as Half-Sack.
"I thought we did, too. Will you open these for me, please?" She asked, knowing one or both of them would have a knife. Chibs nodded Half-Sack to the task. He unsheathed his knife, bent down and carefully cut the packing tape off of all the boxes and backed away. Chloe squatted in front of the first large box and opened it to find the textbooks she had clearly not thought about in her haste to get out before Scott returned. "Well that explains why the first one was heavy, but no way did I leave that many books," she said opening the second large box and stopped abruptly, eyes widening. "Has Clay spoken to Scott yet? About things?" she emphasized, things, as she never knew who might me listening.
"Why? What is in there, Chloe?" Gemma asked moving forward, nearly pushing the prospect out of the way. She moved some files with her painted nails, "Are these," she lowered her voice," Legal papers on the Sons?"
"Gemma-did Clay talk to Scott, yet?" Chloe tried to jolt her with the question.
"I-I don't know."
"Why is the arse sending this kinda shyte through the mail?" Chibs questioned with a touch of venom in his voice, looking at no one in particular, Chloe knowing exactly who he was sending the question.
"Sack, please go get Clay," Chloe told him more than asked and he scurried off towards the garage. She looked up at Gemma and Chibs, "If he has decided to no longer represent the Sons, then this is his way of saying he has no intention of using this information or keeping anything linked to himself. Normally if a lawyer ceases to work with a client, he keeps all files for several years according to law. However-" she was cut off by Half-Sack's jog, followed by a stern looking Clay.
"What the hell is the problem?" he asked, clearly upset to be taken away from whatever he was doing.
"You talk to Rosen yet?" Gemma asked stomping her cigarette out.
"Of course, I called him when you said Chloe was coming back. He said he was sending copies of everything to Chloe here at the garage. Said she could handle everything here and if we needed him for anything major, he'd come down. I left you a message on your pre-pay," he said looking at Chloe. She returned a quizzical look to him and Gemma.
"I don't have a pre-pay, Clay," she said looking at him blankly.
"Jesus Christ, sometimes I think your stepmother spends too much time in that pussy factory. Her mind fucking rots with every cum shot she films. I had Jax drop a pre-pay at CaraCara Monday morning, I'd already left the message when I gave it to him. He told me he put it in her hand," he was clearly pissed.
"LuAnne?" Chloe said between clenched teeth into her phone and a finger up to her audience. "Did Jax drop something off for me yesterday?"
"Shit, I'm sorry. I left it on the counter for you, but I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" LuAnne said, Chloe heard moaning and music in the background and knew she was filming. "Is Clay pissed? I'm sorry, baby."
"It's fine. I'll talk to ya later," Chloe hung up. "It's on the fucking kitchen counter," she told them exasperated.
"It's the goddamned bleach she uses for her hair," Gemma said, patting her chest, after the ordeal. Everyone rolled their eyes and mumbled, smirking, as well. Oh, LuAnne.
"So, with that handled, is there anywhere to keep the files Scott sent? The clubhouse, garage, LuAnne's are all subject to subpoena," Chloe was pissed at Scott for pulling such a shitty move, but knew if she filled Clay in, he was getting an ass beating.
"What? They weren't at Rosen's?" Clay asked.
"Nope. Client confidentiality covers a lawyers' office," Chloe told him digging through the files and placing the top back on the box to turn and look at everyone.
"So, if you had an office, everything would be confidential?" Clay asked.
"Well, files, records, recordings, meeting, etc. You couldn't say, store weapons and shit," she smiled.
Clay mimicked her sarcasm, "If you had a law office, I could put this shit in there and no one but you could touch it, right?" She noted his seriousness and answered correctly.
"Yes, right." Clay stroked his mustache.
"Are you legal to practice on your own yet? Or does Rosen still need to sign off on shit?" He asked. Gemma and Chibs getting where his thoughts were.
"Yes. I'm a captain without a ship," she laughed at her own joke, Gemma smirked.
Chibs was glad he was still wearing his sunglasses because with every mention of his name, he was getting more and more pissed.
"Are you prepared?" Clay asked a hand on her shoulder. "Cause, if you are, I want to take it to a vote Friday at church."
Chloe looked at the older man in front of her, then to Gemma. "Wait, you mean, like you'd set me up in an office to just hold your shit?" She really hadn't meant for it to sound bitchy or snide, but she knew that it had. "Sorry, I meant-would you actually let me practice? Have other clients?" Clay laughed.
"Sweetheart," he paused and she looked to Chibs who was watching the exchange carefully. "Of course you could have other clients, as long as SAMCRO didn't have opposing interests," again, Clay smiled the syrupy smile he was known for when wanting his way.
"Oh, yeah, of course," Chloe said noticing his arm around her shoulder squeeze a bit.
"We good? I take this to the table and we press on forward, no backing out," he told her with a 'don't fuck with me' look. She looked to Chibs as discreetly as possible and saw the slightest nod.
"We're good," she told him, eyes not leaving Chibs.
Two weeks later Chloe watched as Juice set up an elaborate security system with the help of Kozick and a prospect, while she and Bobby signed some paperwork with Mr. Oswald's real estate agent, John. She looked around the office taking in the deep wood on the floor with the combination of the cream and honey colors of the walls. She knew it technically was not her office, as she had no other clients than the club and they were not really doing her any favors.
Being associated with them didn't do much for her chances at any sort of District Attorney Career down the road. But, this was her father's club, the club that, whatever their methods or motives, had always kept her family safe, feed and loved. Still, having business cards with the address of her own office and her name with Attorney at Law behind it-that fucking rocked!
"I think we're done here, Ms. Delaney, gentlemen," John said handing Bobby the folder with the copies he had just signed and shaking their hands. She smiled at Bobby and he picked her up in a bear hug. "Your daddy is gonna freak the fuck out! His baby girl is the new lawyer representin' SAMCRO!" she laughed and swatted his back.
"Bobby, I can't breathe!" Juice and the others took a moment to laugh before he put her down, smiling.
"We love you kid. I'm so glad you're back," Bobby put an arm around her. She smiled, trying not to tear up and pinched his cheek.
"I missed you, too, Bobby. I missed everyone," she looked over to the guys and smiled through watery eyes. Juice smiled back and she got a wink from Koz. Juice's pre-pay went off just then and after answering; he looked over to Chloe as he had the short conversation, not once taking his eyes off of her. She gave him a 'What?' glance as he hung up and he just shrugged and smiled.
"I think we got the biggest part of it done. I gotta get a couple more wires and can do the rest myself tomorrow, but then you will be tight!" Juice said climbing off the ladder near the back door. The other guys gathered up some tools, putting them to the side for Juice to use the next day. "You ready for this?" he asked pushing her shoulder, with a smile.
"As I'll ever be," she said, not having been nervous until now. "What was the phone call about? Were you off in space or was it about me?" she whispered, holding him back from the others.
"Chibs wants you to hang back for a few, said he wanted to talk to ya and was on his way," Juice said, more serious than he was previously. He'd seen them, all those years ago when he'd been a prospect and was nearly thrown into a wall by Chibs when the older man had reminded him to keep his mouth shut. Juice didn't know to what extent, but he knew they had remained 'In Touch' over the years.
Chloe knew he was aware, as well. Chibs, whenever he had been ready to leave always told her to call Juice if she couldn't reach him.
"Okay," she said eyes to a non-existent spot on her hands. Just because he knew, didn't mean she wasn't slightly embarrassed by the situation. Juice gave her a quick hug.
"It is good to have you back," he told her earning a peck on the cheek and leaving through the front door with a silly smile.
She heard the motorcycle from a block away. Fuck, why did knowing she was a moment away from being alone with that man make her wet?
Chibs pulled up to the back of the building and saw her crack the door, holding it for him without looking outside. When she heard his boots hit the pavement and the engine turn off, she opened the door wider to see him walking towards her putting his riding gloves inside his cut pocket.
"Boys get ya wired up today, lass?" he asked as he crossed the threshold of the entrance into her office.
"They did. Juice has to pick something up in the morning and said it will be done. I just have to put a few finishing touches and we'll be in business," she said walking ahead of him to show off the entrance and her private office. Damn, he loved watching her walk away almost as much as he loved watching her walk towards him.
"Ya, we will, lit'rally," we wiggled his eyebrows.
"This is good, right? I mean, it'll be okay?" she asked, having stopped at the Reception desk area near the large bay window. She wasn't used to feeling unsure. While she would never accuse Scott of having been abusive, he'd always made the decisions for her. Classes to take in order to get her to the end early, which legal area to specialize, what to wear to his Law Galas, where they would live. He wasn't bad person, just someone who took the reins during her first indecisive moment and never stopped.
"Aye, lass. You bein' here, for da club, for yer family. It's good," he looked at her over his shades, as the lights were still a bit bright for his liking, as he moved to her seamlessly.
"I know, I mean-what if I fuck up? I know what happens to people when they fuck up, Filip-" he cut her off with a finger to her lips.
"Eh-noneathat! Chryst-no one in or outta da club is gonna touch ya-yeah!?" He stood in front of her, closer than they had been in weeks, and placed his hands on her hips. She felt the heat from his body, smelled the road on him: cigarettes, the garage, leather all mixed with the woodsy cologne he'd worn forever. Staring at the design on her shirt, she saw his hand reach for her chin and didn't fight. "Whether I wanna think about it er no, yer lawyer man is good at what he does and that's where ya learned it from. You're school smart, ya got the smarts from ya father to get ya thru the rest, aye?!"
Chloe smiled softly, "Thanks, just jitters, I guess." She took his hand from her chin and kissed his fingers, playing with the rings. "What did you need?" He looked at her quizzically, "Juice said you wanted me to stay for something."
His eyes went up to meet hers, "Aye," he smirked. Taking her other hand, as well and bringing both of hers to his chest, "Just checkin' in, seein' if yer settled yet." The moment he saw the corners of her mouth begin to turn up his hands went to her hips again, pulling her flush to his body. His mouth descended upon hers leaving no time for an answer from those lips. One hand left her hip to palm the back of her head, causing her mouth to grant him further access, as the other continued to squeeze her hip. Chloe's hands flew to the edges of his cut, pulling and forcing his hands to leave her body for the slightest moment, causing them both to let a whimper slip from their mouths. Another deep moan was released from him into her mouth when she ripped his shirt over his head throwing his shades to the floor. Not caring, only wanting to feel her against him, under him, he lifted her ass onto the desk and shoved a knee between her legs.
"Fuck," she whispered one hand in the mass of salt and peppered hair as he hungrily devoured her neck and ear, the other raked fingernails down his bare back.
"s'Right, lil girl, but we'd better move this behind a door-" he said picking her up as he looked out the bay window to a luckily empty sidewalk. Her legs immediately wrapped around his muscled waist, as she allowed him to carry her to her office while kissing, sucking and licking the skin on his chest and neck.
"Perfect time to christen the desk," she smirked pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a black lace bra while he made haste in pulling down her jeans to discover the matching thongs, lifting her on the second desk in five minutes.
"Expectin' me today, lass?" he snarled as he laid her down on the bare desk, climbing on top, nipping her pale skin up to meet her mouth.
"Assuming they were for you?" she teased only to see his eyes narrow and turn a steely brown and feel his hand at her throat with only enough pressure to tell her not to play.
"Ya wanna think and try that sentence again, dear?" he asked, removing the hand around her throat and again shoving a knee to widen her thighs. She whimpered and writhed under him, not out of fear, but because she knew he'd like it. "Naughty girls get a spankin'" he told her as she braced to be flipped over so her ass was in the air awaiting his smack. Instead, she felt the palm of his hand land between her legs leaving her shocked, with more than a twinge of pain and a nice bit of pleasure. Just when her skin began to sting, he rubbed her sex with the palm of his hand, soothing skin and stimulating her clit.
Moans escaping her throat, "Maybe I should be naughty more often," she purred, clawing at his belt and jeans. He pushed them down and climbed atop her once more, ripping the thong down her legs harshly and smiling at the invitation of her legs spread wide for him in an instant.
"Looks like it werks for ya, dear," he growled, running his fingers along her wet slit and plunging two, then three fingers into her tight hole hearing her gasp. "Fuckin' chryst, your wet," he lightly bit her nipple through the lace fabric, garnering another guttural moan as she rode his fingers inside of her while his thumb circled her clit. There was a pleasure in the pain as her pussy stretched for his digits inside of her, "Ya got any other smart little bits to contribute, m'pet?" he asked shoving the bra over her tits to have full access to her gorgeous lily white mounds while bringing a nipple between his lips.
"Just fuck me, Filip!" she yelled and bucked against his hand. He needed no other coaxing, hooking one of her legs around his waist and raising the other to his shoulder as he drilled into her.
"Fuckin' hell, Chloe, yer so wet," he said as he hammered into her pussy, one arm wrapped around the leg at his shoulder and the other clutching her tit. Jesus, he felt so good, no other man had ever given her the physical pleasure the man between her legs had. And she was thankful for feeling the entire experience, as Chibs wrapped it up with croweaters and she was on the pill.
"Mmmmm, you feel so good," she told him while massaging his hand over her tits. She was close and he could tell as her walls gripped his cock, "Don't stop, right there," she said as he pinched her clit a little between his thumb and forefinger. Chloe felt the pressure in her abdomen and exploded, "Holy shit!" she screamed and he followed her in word and deed. He collapsed onto her and they stayed there for a moment until her backed off and handed her a couple tissues after buttoning up himself.
She straightened herself out and slid off the desk. "Thanks for getting me properly settled," she smiled with a devlish wink.
"Aye, little minx," he laughed and pulled her into a hug. She joined her hands around the back of his neck, her face in his chest. They held the embrace, silent, until Chibs' prepay began to buzz. He answered and stepped out of the office for a few moments, allowing her to gather herself a bit more. She only heard snippets, but expected he would need to leave, so she'd already grabbed her purse and tote bag when he came back in to tell her. "Gotta go," he said, kissing her passionately, and then pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead, hands on her hips. "You done 'ere?" he asked.
"Yeah. I have to meet a printer for the signs and business cards, but I'll be by the garage tomorrow to sign the contract with Clay ." He nodded, putting on his shades.
"Lock up behind me and go out the front," he told her, squeezing her hand in his. Those little gestures had always made her crazy like a school girl.
She did as he'd told her and then walked to her car at the curb; she heard his engine start, felt her heart flutter and got in to start her own. She pulled off in the direction of the printers and he'd gone the opposite way to the clubhouse.
What are you doing, girl? She asked herself sitting at a red light. In the weeks since you've been here he has undoubtedly been with any number of the bitches at the club and you're acting like a god damn teenager.
"Hey baby, if I knew lady lawyers looked like you, I'd have been getting in a lot more trouble!" Tig yelled from the office where he stood smoking a cigarette and waiting on paperwork from Gemma. Chloe couldn't help but laugh, but tried to cover her silly smile. While everyone looked at him like a nasty old freak, she had a soft spot for the man she often referred to as her "Perverted Uncle".
"I figured if I was going to be here meeting with Clay I could take advantage of the weight room and the ring," she told him getting closer to the office. She wore a red T-back sports bra, black spandex pants that stopped at her calf with red trim at the waist and down the sides and her red and white Adidas. Her long hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she wore very little make-up, a fact Tig noted as she got closer, considering it made her look like she was still in high school. He shook off the sick feeling in his belly as he threw an arm around her shoulders.
"Really?" Gemma offered when Tig pulled her into the office with him.
"What?" Chloe asked waving the smoke out of her face, to which Tig blew more.
"I have guys trying to work here, and watching your tight little ass in the ring is going to do nothing for my deadlines!" Gemma said sarcastically as she smacked said ass and smiled. "It took, what, all of ten seconds to already distract this one," jerking a thumb over to where Tig stood. He feigned a hurt expression to which Gemma tried to not laugh.
"Whatever, I've drank so much beer and eaten so much pizza in the past three weeks, my ass is like a bowl of jello," Chloe said, pulling paperwork out of the black bag that also housed her laptop and had a towel draped through the strap.
"Sweetheart, if that ass is a bowl of jello, give me a spoon!" Tig said devilishly, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Jesus Christ!" Chloe and Gemma said nearly simultaneously while rolling their eyes as Tig walked away laughing.
"Is Clay inside?" Chloe asked the older woman and received a nod.
After finishing up with Clay, he'd walked her outside and they parted ways as she walked to the ring and began stretching. Behind his shades, Chibs watched his girl go through the moves he'd began teaching her ten years ago. He pushed off the picnic table and stomped out his cigarette moving towards the garage after a needed break for coffee, and noticed a couple prospects and mechanics shooting glances toward the ring, as well.
"Back ta work, ya arseholes!" he shouted, pounding his hand on the hood of the van he was about to jump in and pull forward. Chloe jolted along with the guys, smiling with a glance his direction as he sent her a nod before climbing in and starting the engine. But, it caught. The engine hesitated. Chibs had planted enough instruments of his own back in Ireland to know the sound of a bomb attached to a starter and yelled, trying to get out of the van as the bomb exploded in front of the garage sending shrapnel and Chibs twenty feet. His head smacked the ground at the same time Chloe screamed, flying out of the ring.
