Chapter 12
"I did everything…" Morgan sobbed in the other woman's arms. "He wrote a letter! A FUCKING LETTER!"
"Juice is one of the smartest idiots there is Honey." Gemma said, soothing the other woman. "He made a mistake, a dumb mistake."
Morgan pulled back and looked at the other woman, "Mistake or not, he made his choice when he left that letter for me this morning."
Gemma looked at her, "Honey he is going to be running in this office in any minute begging for your forgiveness."
"I am not my sister or mother, desperate for a man in this club." Morgan stated shaking her head. "Oh No, not me! If he thinks that he can treat me like this and it's all good because he made a mistake he is dead ass wrong!"
Before Gemma could say anything, the office door banged open and Juice stormed inside the small space. His body language and facial expression showing that he was beyond just being simply mad.
"YOU ALREADY RUNNING TO MY BROTHER'S? " He yelled pointing at Morgan.
Morgan jumped up and got in his face, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
"HAPPY!" Juice yelled, their faces inches from each other.
"Happy?" Morgan asked confusion on her face, not understanding what the other man had to do with anything.
"YEAH, HAPPY!" Juice told her with a mean smile on his face.
Morgan still did not get what the other man had to do with this and she was not going to stand there and argue with an asshole that broke up with her using a letter.
"Whatever you got going on with Happy, is on you." Morgan said, pushing past him and out the office. She wanted to scream when she realized that her car was not there. She had forgotten that she left it at the bank and rode with Gemma here. But Juice was in the office and she was not going back in there to ask Gemma for a ride.
Morgan started away from the repair area, her intent to her purse and cell phone from Gemma's car. But she was brought up short when someone yanked her arm and spun her around.
"Don't walk away from me!" Juice told her. Morgan saw something in his eyes at that moment that she had never seen before from him. There was an anger, and controlled rage that stunned her.
But her pride had already been wounded enough by him and she was not backing down. "There is no YOU for me to walk away from." She yanked her arm from his grip and turned back around to continue on the path that he had stopped her from few seconds ago.
Juice did not try to grab her again this time his words stopped her. "JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER AND SISTER AREN'T YOU?" he yelled.
Morgan whirled around and faced him, her eyes blazing from the fury inside her. "WHAT DID YOU ASK ME?"
Juice saw that he had now, she was at the level he was and he went in for the kill. "Since I am done with you, you are getting with Hap." He said with a sneer, far from the smile his lips usually had for. "That makes you a biker whore, just like your Mother and Sister."
Morgan saw red and launched herself at him, screaming. She managed to slap him several times as he tried to grasp her hands. She did not notice that he made no attempt to strike her back, only trying to deflect her blows. It was Sack who pulled her off the smiling Juice.
Sack managed to drag her back towards the repair bay areas, she fought him every step away from Juice. "BIKER WHORE! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
Juice just stood there smiling as if he had accomplished something he was proud of. Morgan's nails had raked him down his left check and the scratches were bleeding.
Gemma came running up and started speaking to Morgan her voice calming and soothing the younger woman. "He does not mean that, he is not thinking about what he is saying right now. He loves you, honey. No one here thinks that you are Carly or Kara."
Morgan finally dragging her enraged eyes that had been locked to the man that had just broken her hearts own eyes. Morgan stopped screaming and was taking deep breathes, calming down enough for Sack to let her do.
"Oh I meant what I said." Juice called out from where he stood. "Mother like daughter, or better yet, sister to sister!"
Morgan whirled around and grabbed the lead pipe that was sitting on top of a tool box, but she did not head for Juice like he expected.
"GO GET THE OTHERS!" Gemma yelled at Sack, she saw where Morgan was headed and knew that it was going from bad to worse in a few short seconds.
Juice did not realize Morgan's intent until it was too late to stop her. She ran over and swung the pipe and smashed the headlight on his bike. "FUCK YOU!"
Juice tackled her before she could connect the next swing with the bike. They crashed against the concrete hard, the pipe rolling from her hand. But Morgan was too far gone in her fury and adrenaline to let the pain of her body hitting the ground so hard stop her. She started punching, scratching, kicking and screaming as she and Juice rolled around on the ground. He finally was able to pin her down, her body underneath his, and her wrists pinned down by his hands.
They stared at each other; both with hurt, pain, and anger in each other own eyes. But Juice was quickly jerked off her and there were hands helping her up.
It was Chibs that managed to get her attention breaking the staring war between Juice and her.
"Lass are you hurt anywhere?" he asked. "Other than the scrapes on your arms, and the knot on the back of your head."
"No, I am fine." Morgan said shaking her head. "Can I just leave?"
Morgan looked at the crowd that was gathered around them, her humiliation rising. These were people that she loved, people that she cared for, and Juice had just taken her place in this family from her. Not only had he broken up with her, but he had taken her family from her also. That devastated her in a quick few seconds, and she started to shake as she fought to control the intense emotions running up and down inside her.
"Come on Honey." Gemma told her walking over to the woman and wrapping her arm around her shoulders and moving her away from the crowd of men.
The two women were almost at the car when Juice called out, "MOR!" His voice desperate watching her leaving. He was prevented by Tig and Jax to move towards her.
Morgan stopped and turned around to face him with tears streaming down her face. "This BIKER WHORE is giving you the CLEAN break you wanted."
Morgan turned and got into the car door that Gemma had opened for her. Morgan just stared ahead as Gemma shut the door and came around the car and got in the driver's side. Morgan felt Juice's eyes on her but she never even flicked her eyes towards him to acknowledge him, he had hurt her deeply.
"Just take me to my house please. When they come to get Juice's stuff they can bring my car." Morgan told Gemma dully, her voice sounded like she felt numb and lost.
They rode in silence to the house and once in the driveway Morgan spoke before getting out the c ar. "I emailed my notice yesterday, effective immediately. Ironic isn't?"
Gemma did not have a chance to get the words out of her mouth in response to what the other woman had just admitted, because Morgan got out the car and walked up to the door. Gemma watched her unlock the door and head inside.
Gemma put her car in reverse and backed out the driveway, a s she dialed Tara's number.
Morgan unzipped her boots and kicked them off in the living room. She went into the bedroom and changed from her jeans and top, to a pair of really short shorts and tank top.
Walking back into the living room she turned the stereo on a blasted the station that it was set too. She waked into the kitchen and grabbed one of those HUGE thermal lined water bottles that they had in the cabinet, the thing had to hold at least 2 liters of fluid. She filled it with ice, cranberry juice, and the vodka from the bottle she pulled out the freezer. She grabbed a pack of cigarettes that Juice stored in there and a lighter out the drawer. She also found her spare sunglasses on top of the microwave. Gathering her supplies in hand she walked over and opened the sliding glass door, and out it she went into the back yard.
She wanted to start crying as she looked at the hammock that Juice had gotten her and hung. She stopped herself from thinking about all the times they had just swung in to together, sometimes not even needing to talk to each other to enjoy the moment.
Morgan honestly was tempted to cut it down and burn it in the yard, but could not bring herself to commit the crime. Instead she got in it and adjusted her items for easy access. The monster bottle was sitting next to her propped against her hip, the pack of cigerettes and lighter resting on her stomache, and one leg hung of the hammock so she could extend her foot and use the tip of her toes to push the hammock in a swinging motion.
She stayed out there swinging, drinking, smoking, and forcing herself to think about absolutely nothing, Something inside her told Morgan that if she started to think about him and what she had lost today, she might loose her mind. Instead she drank from the moster bottle until her face was numb and tongue felt heavy. She stayed there in the sunshine, not caring that she was getting a light sunburn, or that inside her cell phone was rining som much that the battery was about to go dead, she just swung back and forth and wither sipped her drinl or smoked a cigarette.
"Why is the fucking front door unlock?" a male voice interrupted her peaceful numbness.
Morgan took a log drag from the cigarette in her hand before she tunred and faced the man that she knew the vice belonged too. She flicked it out in the yard and then turned her head.
"Does it matter?" she asked him, her voice void of any emotions.
Happy just looked down at her, he knew from the tone she used where she had taken herself mentally. He watched her for minute of two as he determined how intoxicated she was. Morgan reached down and pulled another smoke out the pack and lite it in front of him.
Happy leaned down and took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it across the yard and snatched the opened pack off her stomach and shoved them in his pocket.
"Go away." Morgan sighed, turning her head to look at him briefly, before she turned to look back in the other direction.
Happy wanted to dump the hammock over and see if landing on the ground got her attention, but he would never do anything that hurt her.
"You need to get up and come to the clubhouse with me." Happy told her, grabbing her bottle and frowning when he realized it was empty.
"No." Morgan replied with. "Not happening."
Gone was the compliant Old Lady that had done what was required of her without an argument or question that Happy was used to dealing with.
"You have to get up and come with me." Happy told her again, slowly losing his patience with her. None of the prospects would come here for Juice's stuff and the rest of the guys had backed that, telling him to do his own dirty work. Happy had gotten here before Juice did to get her out of the house, to avoid the pain and confrontation with his brother.
Morgan turned her head and looked at him, he hated that he could not see her eyes behind the sunglasses. She slowly got off the hammock and stated to walk in the house. Happy had to steady her when she stumbled and guide her up the deck stairs. He knew then that Morgan was as drunk as she had ever been in front of him. In fact he was concerned that she was too intoxicated for her health.
"Go change and let's go." Happy told her once they were in the house.
Morgan jerked her arm free and went in the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of vodka. Happy snatched it from her hands, opened it and poured the contents down the sick drain.
Morgan whipped her sunglasses off and glared at him. That was when he was able to see how bad off she truly was. Her eyes were red rimmed and swollen. There was no way that she could ride on his bike safely.
"Shit." Happy swore looking at her. "Go take a shower, while I figure this mess out."
"Nothing to figure out." Morgan told him. "Juice does not think that I am STONG enough to be his woman. That I am not the right fit for his life. In one letter he broke my heart and took the family I had left from me."
Morgan started to cry the moment those words came out her mouth. But she continued to let the words describing what she was feeling come out her mouth, unable to stop once started. "I LOVE HIM! But that is not enough! I am NOT enough! He said I was a Biker Whore like my Mother and my Sister!"
Before Happy could move or say anything Morgan whirled and ran for the bedroom, racing into the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet. She vomited out everything inside her, while she sobbed. She knew that Happy followed her when he pulled her hair back and held it out of the way while she dry heaved and sobbed. When she was done, he ran a washcloth under cold water and gave it to her, helping her up onto her feet.
"You clean up and them come out and talk with me." Happy said gently, smiling at her.
Morgan nodded and watched as he closed the bathroom door behind him. She turned the shower on and stripped. Stepping into the hot water she still continued to cry, this time the sobs did not rack her body. The tears streaming down her face mingled with the hot water falling down on her from the shower head. Finally when the water turned cold she turned the knobs to cut it off. Stepping out she grabbed a towel and dried her body, and wrapped herself in the material.
She walked into the bedroom and dressed in a long hippie styled dress and panties. She quickly combed out her hair and tossed the towel in the hamper. She walked back into the living room and saw Happy sitting in a chair. She went and sat on the sofa putting her feet on the cushion next to her.
"How are you feeling?" Happy asked her. He noticed that she had stopped crying and that she looked tired.
"Exhausted, like this is a bad dream." Morgan told him. "I want to wake up and none of this has really happened."
"You know that he loves you, right?" Happy asked.
Morgan looked at him and shook her head. "If he loved me then he would have never called me out saying I was my mother or sister."
Before Happy could respond they heard the rumble of bikes pulling up in front of the house.
