The Sons Princess
Chapter 7: Tattoo (Part 2)
JPOV
Walking through the children playing with water guns, I chuckled and felt some of them squirt water at me using their guns. "Hey, stop," I chuckled as I tried to block the water and dodged their shooting. "Hey," I greeted Donna as she watched Kenny run around and playing with his friends.
Donna was watching both Kenny and Ellie playing with water guns, making us both laugh and smile as we watched them. "Hey," Donna greeted back, her eyes glued to her adorable children having fun. Which in turn, made me feel bad for Opie and his relationship with his children. How they hardly knew him and how they didn't want to spend much time with him.
Watching the kids, I saw how Kenny fought. "Little Harry looks like he knows his way around a gun," I teased, joking about her son and gun violence, as though I was already deciding her son would be in the club. "I'm kidding," I told her. She gave me a look of pure anger and distastefullness, as though she didn't like what I said.
The smile on my face told her I was simply pulling a terrible joke, but she quickly forgave me when she looked towards the kids once more. "Thanks for the crib money," she thanked me, keeping her eyes on the children. "Any little bit helps right now," she told me as she tilted her head to speak to me more closely.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, her blue eyes glued to the children and them having fun. "Yeah," I agreed. "I get how rough it is for you guys," I sympathised with her. "I know you always had trouble wrapping your head around the MC life...but SAMCRO is the only-" I went to speak, but she cut in and stopped me from continuing.
Donna heard what I was saying, the moment I said MC life, she turned her head and her body slightly, so she could face me as we talked. "Your mom's already given me the 'SAMCRO is the glue' speech," she told me, as though she despised what my mom must have said.
"I'm not talking about you and SAMCRO," I told her. "I'm talking about you and Ope," I corrected her suspicions and her sudden accusation, that I was here to give her the same speech, when I actually was here to tell her what I believed and what I knew about the entire situation.
Donna wasn't pleased with what I had said to her. "What happens with me and Opie is no one's business," she snarled. She was defensive, strong and she was also clueless about me, Opie and the club. She was also clueless as to Maddie and her love for her family.
Shaking my head, I stared into her eyes and began to perform my speech. "You're wrong," I told her. "He's my best pal. I love that guy more than anyone," I reminded her, the back of my mind telling me that I also loved his sister more than anyone too. "But I also see what's happening to him. And it scares the shit out of me," I informed her. "Opie can't be half-in-half-out. It'll get him killed, Donna," I warned.
Donna's jaw hardened, like this was the challenge she was expecting and waiting for. "Then I want him out," her voice trembled softly. "That other guy got out. Kyle," she spoke his name as though she knew what happened, except, she was clueless with this too.
I had to be the one to tell everyone the truth. "Kyle was kicked out," I revealed to her. "You know why?" I quized her. "'Cause the night Opie got arrested for blowing up that truck yard, Kyle was supposed to be his getaway ride," I informed her. "Only the asshole panicked when he heard sirens. Left Opie behind," I told her what had happened.
Donna looked stunned, surprised to only be hearing of this now. "Opie never said anything," she told me, her voice croaked and trembled, fear and confusion evident in her wide, blue eyes. She's lost and confused. She's losing a battle that she's never known how to fight.
There wasn't much else I could tell her, unless it revealed all that happened. Instead, I chose to go with honesty, no matter the cost. "'Cause Opie's not a rat. Brothers don't turn on each other," I informed her. "He did the time. It's what we do," I told her of what was expected of members in the club. "Opie will never walk away from the club. We both know that," I spoke from experience and knowing the guy.
"He's like me," I revealed. "It's all we know. It's in our D.N.A," I spoke, thinking of our fathers that had founded the club. "And if you keep pulling him in the other direction..." I drifted, I didn't want to reveal it all, but she knew what I had meant from my hesitation. "We're not the glue, Donna," I began. "You are," I concluded. Donna kept nodding, as though she understood and stayed silent. Holding onto her shoulder, we exchanged smiles before I turned around and walked off. Leaving her to ponder over her choices and thoughts.
OPOV
We had finished our fight, both of us had done damage to the other. Both of us gave good hits, but I was the one who caused the most damage done to Kyle. "See you two have been talking," Jax commented as he walked into the gym.
Wiping off blood that had collected in my mouth and lip, I had a cut on my bottom lip and a tooth had been knocked out of my mouth. "Yep," I agreed with Jax. "You seem to be doing all right. New truck. Nice piece of ass," I listed off things that I had observed with Kyle's new life after the club and his divorce.
Kyle had a cut on his eyebrow, a broken nose and a few bruises on his ribs, back and stomach. "Yeah, I guess," he agreed before he sighed. "I miss it, man. I miss it all," he began to tell us. "I mean, when I had that cut on, everybody knew who I was," he told us. "Even if I never met 'em, man, I got instant respect," he spoke, as though he was living a broken dream. "Now I'm just like every other shithead," he concluded his small story.
Walking away as he spoke, Kyle took a seat on a nearby bench and I had thrown away my towel. Following Jax, I wasn't sure what was about to happen or what he was going to say. "You started telling me something earlier," Jax began. "Stolen parts thing," he told Kyle, who seemed to know what Jax was talking about.
Fixing my beanie, I watched as the pair talked to one another. "Yeah," he agreed, remembering what the pair had spoken about earlier. "I'd love to bring it to the club," Kyle told us. "Let you guys share in the pie. It's my way of saying sorry," he spoke, his eyes shied away slightly and he was nervous about it all.
Knowing where Jax was going with this, it was a perfect way to lure him to the clubhouse and do what we had to behind closed doors. "We could run it by Clay," I said as I looked to Jax, giving him the hint that I still wanted that tattoo on his back off.
Jax turned his head to me, nodding and telling me that he understood what I had meant by this. "Yeah?" Kyle asked me, stunned that I would consider this and make some type of agreement with Clay for him.
Convincing Clay, was easy, but for only the right things. Kyle no longer having a tattoo, was the right thing. Him having a ticket out to get back into the club, was impossible. "Yeah," Jax confirmed. "It's kind of a complicated time for us right now. So we should probably do it tonight while you're still in town," Jax explained.
Kyle didn't seem like he disagreed with it. "Yeah, absolutely," he agreed, accepting whatever we gave him and making me concerned for his son. The son that wanted his father here, to watch him play during the fireworks.
"What about your kid's band?" I asked him, curious to hear what he would say and if he'd re-consider his choices.
The next thing that came out of his mouth, made me completely disagree with him and have absolutely no sympathy for what would happen to him next. "Oh, hey, it's cool," he brushed it off. "I can hear him some other time," he told us, forgetting his son and the reason he was here.
He got to his feet, straightened up and gave us a small nod. Licking my lips, I walked away and didn't look back at him. It was disgusting, to think that he didn't go into jail and that he wasted all that time, to not think clearly or be there for his kids. "A'ight," Jax told him and clapped his arm.
PPOV
Walking down the hall, Half-Sack was by my side and Clay had a tight grasp on Chucky's neck. "I step outside for five goddamn minutes, you can't watch him?" Clay growled at me and Half-Sack, his teeth gritted as he threw Chucky out of his grasp.
Chucky stumbled to stay on his two feet. Half-Sack and I were in the bathroom but because I needed the soft toilet paper. "I was just in the can," I excused myself and explained why we couldn't babysit the masturbator.
Half-Sack and I stood still, my feet brushed against the floor and I watched how Clay stared at us with an unamused expression. "I was getting him the soft toilet paper," he told Clay. "He hates the scratchy kind," he informed Clay of my preferences.
Clay's eyes widened as he spoke. "Well, I'm glad your ass is feeling loved," Clay spoke sarcastically. "Let's go, Chucky," he told the small, timid and masturbating guy. "We're picking up the chink money now," Clay informed us all.
This news only made Chucky more nervous than usual, his eyes wide and his body stiff. "We can't go now. Restaurant's open," he warned us. "Everybody's there," Chucky informed us, shaking his head and sat on a stool. His eyes were blinking as fast as I thought was humanly possible.
Clay wasn't taking this bullshit, when Clay was stubborn, he was stubborn and no one could control him like that. "Yeah, everybody but us," he spoke sarcastically. "I'm not sticking around for two more days and watching your hand puppet show," he commented. "Get your stuff now," he ordered.
Chucky was about to cut him off, but he simply stood to his feet and held his hand up awkwardly. "Is that wise?" Chucky asked, worry evident in his voice. Clay is rushing everything. I hope he's thinking this clearly.
"Now!" Clay demanded. Clay made his way towards me, he stood in-front of me and spoke quietly. "Blue Beemer camped out front," he began to inform me. "It's the same one I saw at the prison," he stated, causing suspicions to arrise.
"Chinese?" I had asked him, curious as to who would be watching us and why they'd be parked outside our garage.
Clay was evidently in a sarcastic mood today. "No, it's the hand-job police," he mocked at me. "Call the guys," he ordered of me. "We gotta do this thing now," he told me. "And it could get messy," Clay warned, making me know exactly what I had to say to the others to warn them of the challenges they may have to face with stealing the money.
GPOV
Fixing a few foods that I needed to hand out, Bobby and Tig cut the line and stood in-front of me. "Seen Jax?" Bobby asked me, his hair was slightly dishiveled and he looked like he was exhausted from dealing with the kids.
Looking up at them, Tig was scanning for anyone overhearing our conversation. "He's with Ope," I told them. "Why?" I asked, curious to know why they'd be looking for my son and why they'd need to know where he was.
"Boss wants us," Bobby stated in a sad and cautious tone.
Hearing this, I felt my heart stop for a second and my breath was caught in my throat. My breath escaped in a soft sigh. "You got two more hours in that booth," I stated to Bobby, hoping that at least he would stay and not leave me to deal with it all alone. The boys then began to apologize to me. "Jesus Christ, Clay," I cursed him under my breath. Watching the pair of them walk away.
Wayne was watching us as he slowly stalked closer to me. His eyes glued to the members of the club as they retreated, his footsteps leading him closer to me and my booth. "It sucks being boss, don't it?" he asked me as he ate foods that he shouldn't have.
What he had in his hands were all fried crap and it wasn't fit for his condition. Considering, he had cancer and was meant to keep himself healthy. "You know that fried shit's gonna kill you," I warned him, showing him concern, seeing as I had known him longer than I could remember.
Wayne was in the mood to act sarcastic, but then again, he was always that way. "Yeah," he grumbled like the grandpa he was. "'Cause the cancer's keeping me fit and spunky," he joked sarcastically.
This was the moment I saw Tara make her way into the scene, she strolled along, her eyes then focused in on a guy behind a grill and he was dressed in normal clothing. Except, the strange thing was, he was a member of the police department. "Hey, who's that guy behind the grill?" I asked Wayne, who was shovelling food into his plate and pointed to the guy behind the grill.
He wasn't dressed in cop outfits like Wayne and other guys, but he seemed to fit right in. In a weird, fucked up kind of way. Turning to look at who I spoke of, Tara had rushed far away and disappeared into a crowd. "That's our new best friend," Wayne mocked. "Agent Kohn. ATF," he told me.
The way he mocked the man, told me that this guy was the one that was looking into the club. Trying to find dirt on us and somehow, he couldn't find anything. "The fed looking into the club is grilling sausages?" I questioned, surprised to see that he would even be at this event.
Wayne began to fork up what he had shovelled onto his plate. The fed was laughing away with his buddies beside him. "Must be part of his special federal training," Wayne mumbled with a mouthfull of chili. "Good chili," he complimented my cooking. Staring at the agent, I wondered why he had interest in the club and why Tara had reacted the way she did.
JPOV
Stepping out of the gym, we were faced with fat Elvis and Tiggy making their way towards us. The moment they spotted Kyle, it was as though they froze in time. Instantly, Tig took off his sunglasses and looked as though he was ready for a fight. "Are we okay here?" Bobby asked, taking the calm and collected approach.
Not wanting to complicate things, I knew I would need to tell them the plan. It simply couldn't be told with Kyle around at the same time. "Yeah," I replied. "What's up?" I asked them with a small nod, Kyle stood beside me and looking away from the others nervously.
This time, it wasn't Bobby who spoke, whenever things were urgent, it was always Tig to fire the answers. "We gotta go," Tig told me. "Chow mein's ready," he hinted at the situation we had settled on about Chucky, the money and Sunday.
Looking at Tig and Bobby curiously, myself and Opie understood what Tig was talking about. "Now?" I asked him, curious to hear his answer. Bobby answered with a small 'Yep.' "All right. I'll catch you guys back at the clubhouse," I told them.
Both Kyle and Opie began to walk away, leaving me, Bobby and Tig alone. "You gonna leave them alone?" Bobby asked me curiously, pointing to their direction as they left and headed towards the clubhouse together.
Taking hold of Bobby's back, I pushed him towards where we had to go and Tig followed closely. "I'll tell you on the way," I told them, knowing that I needed to reveal to them about the tattoo and so that we were all in agreement to force Kyle to lose the tattoo.
Tig was talking to me, but it sounded muffled as I watched a guy staring at us. That was when I realized it was the same creep who was watching me and Abel together. "You tell Clay I'm pissed off," mom startled me from my stare as she placed her hands on my chest. "Bad enough his sorry ass isn't here," she began to whine, her eyes glued to me and my head kept whipping to her and the guy behind the grill. "Now he's taking all my manpower," she complained.
Staring at the guy, something about him wasn't right and I was unsure as to what he was doing here and who he was. I knew everyone's face here, grew up with them and knew where they lived, worked and where you could find them. "Who's that guy with the cops?" I asked, knowing that I had no clue who he was and what he was here for.
Mom looked in the same direction as I did, her eyes focused in on the guy none of us knew and the same freak who watched a personal, private moment. "That's your ATF guy," mom informed me, surprising me and making me overthink him completely. Multiple questions filling my mind, but none of them being answered.
Focusing on him, he would take sips of his drink and watch me with slinted eyes. Mocking me. Challenging me in a way. What the hell is with this guy? "That guy was at the hospital last night, watching me with Abel," I informed them.
"That's dangerous, brother," Tig commented, warning my of what could be a problem and I already sensed the guy was trouble. Ever since the moment he stared at me and my son at the hospital. Mom cussed a quiet 'Shit,' as she looked to the guy and kept her hands on her hips.
Taking hold of mom's elbow gently, I glanced between her and the asshole who watched us as we spoke. "Well, you keep an eye on him," I ordered of mom gently, saying it as though it was s suggestion and favour. "He follows us out of here or leaves at any point, you give me a call," I advised her and warned her, knowing that this asshole was capable of following us if he wanted to.
Mom then looked to me, but glanced at the fed that watched us arrogantly. "Prepay?" mom asked, which made me reply to her with a quick and simple 'Yeah.' "Mm-hmm," I heard mom mumble as I walked off with the guys.
MPOV
Seeing Opie side by side with the asshole Kyle, it made my eyes widen and I had rushed away from Donna and the children. I had searched for them, watching Jax and the others leave, I saw Opie and Kyle were talking to one another. "What the hell?" I grumbled under my breath. "Ope!" I called to him, but he didn't hear me. "Opie, Kyle!" I shouted their names as I got closer to them. "Where in hell are you going?" I growled at Opie.
Kyle looked nervous, he looked me up and down and hid his eyes whenever I glanced at him. "Hey Maddie," he greeted, giving me an awkward wave of his hand. "You got taller, hotter," he commented as he sneakily checked me out.
Glaring at him, I showed him by this look that I wasn't friendly with him and didn't like his shit compliment. "Shut up," I snarled at him. "Have you two been fighting?" I asked Opie, observing his face and seeing the tooth he lost, the blood that seeped from a cut on his lip. The pair looked beaten and bruised.
Opie didn't look pleased with my words, he kept his eyes dark and tone low. "Maddie, don't," he warned me, but I wasn't going to take this bullshit. He was conversing with the enemy and I didn't like it. Not for a single moment.
This asshole is the reason Opie was in prison. I'm not going to let Kyle try and worm his way back into the club. "No," I spoke sternly, ignoring his scolding and warnings. "Answer me," I ordered. "Where are you going and especially with him?" I asked darkly as I glanced between the par, glaring at Kyle and my stare angry, fierce as I looked at my big brother.
Opie looked equally as angry, but it was mostly to my outburst and behaviour. "To the clubhouse," he told me bluntly, giving me no explanation or reason for them to go there. "Give me a moment with my sister?" Opie asked Kyle calmly.
Kyle looked lost, like he was simply in the middle and unsure where he stood. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Sure," he spoke a little clearer, rubbing the back of his head and looking at us from under his lashes.
Opie didn't seem pleased, he took hold of my arm gently, but his fingers were rough, digging into my skin slightly. "This is club business," he said as he stopped a few steps away from Kyle. "If I were you, I'd stay quiet and I'd do as I say right now," he warned. "Go back to your work and keep what you know to yourself," he suggested. I couldn't argue back, all I could do was let my mouth hang open, watch him walk away with, sigh and do as he said.
JPOV
Taking Chucky in the van, we had him duck-tapped to his legs and restrained this way. "What's to stop them from calling the cops?" he asked me as I prepared myself as we drove to the restaurant. "Trespassing, vandalism," he began to list all the illegal things we'd be doing.
Not ignoring him, I needed to show him that there were more things he could be worried about. Other than the obvious legal and illegal things we'd be doing. "I'm more worried they'll call Lin," I told him, making a point that the law could be bent, while Lin was against the law like we were.
Somehow, I trusted Chucky when it came to the intel on Lin and who he'd contact. "None of them have direct contact with him," he told us, shaking his head and certain that Lin wouldn't know of us being there. "Is this really necessary?" Chucky asked us as he struggled out of his restraints.
Chewing on my gum, I glanced down at his hands and back up at him. He was like a nervous little rat, continuously talking and continuously moving. "Yeah," I answered him bluntly. "You sure this is the place?" I asked Chucky as we parked up at the restaurant.
Bobby had his knife in his hand, attempting to get the restraints on Chucky off so he could find us the money he had stashed. "Yeah," he confirmed. "I did the books out of the back office," he told us this extra information. "Restaurants are how they wash the money," he informed us of how Lin gained money. "Ow!" Chucky screamed when Bobby pulled the duck-tape from his hands. Ripping off the hairs on his skin.
Climbing out, I guided Chucky to go ahead, leading us to the exit and opening the door for us to enter. Instantly, a small, Chinese woman came out to greet us. "Masturbator! Masturbator!" she chanted as she spotted Chucky.
Chucky didn't seem phased, he only seemed nervous, as though he wasn't expecting her reaction to come off as it did. "I accept that," he told her.
The woman began to scream after us, complaining and telling us to leave. Instead, we decided to ignore her and get to work, so that we could find the money and take it back to the clubhouse with us. "Where?" Clay asked, already Chucky began to masturbate and we hadn't been in the building for more than a minute.
"Kitchen," Chucky instantly replied, leading us towards the kitchen and as we passed Chinese guys that were cooking away. Telling one to move it, he rushed to another stove and continued his cooking. "Ceiling above the stove. That square of new plaster," Chucky told me as I climbed up and began to tap it to see how hollow it was. "Used to be an exhaust fan. I stuffed it in there before they plastered it," he spoke proudly.
Glancing around, I knew there was no way I would be able to smash the roof with only my fists. "Gonna need something heavy," I told them as I searched below me and Clay had reached out for a meat hammer.
Using it, I began to smash open the hole that was marked. Dust and bits of plaster falling down, crumbling to the hit. The woman complained as I pulled out my knife and began to slice out the shape that was once there. So that every angle was reachable to get my hand inside. "Down the side vent," Chucky called to me. "To the left," he informed me where I had to reach in.
Pulling out the bag, I handed it to Clay and made my way down. When I was finally on solid ground, Clay unzipped the bag and we all stared down at it. 'Holy shit' I mumbled in amazement. Chucky gave us a confident 'I told you,' and smiled at us proudly. "I accept that," Clay repeated the same words Chucky would use.
The woman somehow continued to complain. "You pay for damage," she told us. "You go to jail," she threatened us. "All you crazy men," she grumbled in her Chinese-English accent. Heading out first, Clay had pulled out a few dollars to hand it to her.
"Shut up," Clay grumbled loudly, fed up with her consistant nagging and complaining.
The moment the woman had her hands on the money, she flicked through them and smiled the widest smile I believe I could have ever seen. "I love jerky jerk off!" she praised Chucky. "You come back, okay?" she suggested in a happy and honest tone.
Stepping outside, we were met by Tig and some of the others. "Our friends in the Beemer are here," Tig informed us. "And another interested party's been taking laps in a silver Caddy," he told us as we all glanced at the vehicles that were parked nearby.
"The shit is on," I commented. In that very moment, Clay began to order us around and made me the driver for this situation. Trying to get us out of the parking area, I kept getting blocked by cars and I knew instantly that there was no way out. At least, not without damaging the cars. "Shit!" I cussed. "Hold on," I warned them as I looked back at them.
Chucky was clutching onto whatever he could with his life. "Sunday would have been so much better," he complained as he clearly didn't like the situation we were in, seeing as the Chinese would do horrible things to him for all he did to them in return.
Tires squealing, my heart pumping as I sped up and crashed into the car. "Well, that didn't work," I told them, seeing how the Chinese ran out and there was hardly any space for us to leave. Backing up, we began to get shot at and there was no way out. They were attacking us at both ends. "Shit," I cussed as I ducked down from their fire. A man was shouting In Chinese at us as they were all out of their cars. The engine had stopped. "Shit, what's the plan here, Clay?" I asked him as we noticed we were surrounded and completely unable to move.
One man screamed how they only wanted the bag. Clay took this moment to search inside the bag and pulled out something that looked like plates in his hands. "Plates," Clay said in a confused and questioning tone. "These are plates for a 20," Clay told us as he looked inside the bag and found another plate.
So that was how he had so much money. They printed it to look real, but it's all fake. Shit! "The shit's counterfeit?" I asked him, surprised and pissed off that we were risking our lives and peace for shit we couldn't use.
Chucky seemed a little insulted by my worsd. "It's not shit," he shouted softly. "It's really good," he told us. "These bills will pass anywhere," he encouraged, which was all just lies and falseness. There was no way we'd be able to use the fake money, especially not with the Irish.
Unhappy with the turn out, Clay had felt betrayed, as the rest of us did. "Goddamn it!" Clay growled as he crawled up and punched Chucky square in the jaw. Chucky groaned, fell back and cluctched his face.
The men were getting closer, shuffling towards us and keeping their hands on their guns. Fingers on the triger and eyes on their targets. "This is your last chance!" one of the men screamed out to us, warning us to give them the bag or we were to all die in here.
Clay had made a plan in the matter of seconds in his head, instantly, he got to the door and shouted out to them. "Hold up!" he shouted and watched as the men got closer. "Easy!" he called to them, all of us uneasy and nervous for what was to happen. "I think we can make a deal," Clay told them as he flung the bag to dangle on the door. "I want to talk to Lin," he said to them, while all the others were chatting In Chinese.
Lin came out, we were all silent and patient to hear what Clay was doing with Lin. The pair of them making deals, arrangements and were handing things to one another. Clay was demanding for Chucky and the plate to come out. "Was there ever any real skim money?" I asked Chucky.
Myself and Tig had a firm hold on his collar, he looked panicked and terrified. "No," he told us. "I'm sorry!" he apologized after Bobby shoved him angrily. Clay had demanded for us to hurry up. "I needed protection," he spoke, panicked and worried for himself. "And I figured you guys could still spend the money. You know?" he made up the excuses. Without another word, Tig and Bobby pulled Chucky out of the van. "This was not our deal!" Chucky screamed. "I want to talk to Otto!" he demanded as he made his way to Clay and Lin.
"Pay Elvis and his friends," Lin ordered.
"Get the other plate," Clay demanded, both of them acting as the tough bosses they believed they were.
Attempting to silence Chucky, they handed him over and our Presidents exchanged what they both agreed on. During the walk to the other car, Chucky was screaming and pleading for his life. "They're gonna cut me up into little pieces!" he screamed. "I do not accept this!" he told us, as though he had a choice in this situation.
"Put him in," Lin demanded of Chucky to be transported into the car.
Chucky was squirming and pleading for us to think twice. We were risking the guy's life for money, for me, it didn't feel right. Then again, he was a rat and a theif. Whereas, Kyle was a liar, coward and a deserter. "This is a very big mistake! Clay!" Chucky screamed before he was shoved into the car, punched and Chucky groaned from the pain.
OPOV
Dad was playing pool, doing whatever he needed to, so that he wouldn't start a fight and ruin our plan. He understood what we had to do, and agreed with it. We had given Kyle a beer, to ease the wait and to calm his nerves before what was bound to happen to him. "It smells in here," Tig said as the rest of the club began to wander in. "What would that be?" he questioned, but we all knew the answer. A coward and a liar.
Groaning, dad turned to see the rest of the guys walk in without Chucky. I had briefly met him, he was a nervous small man. "How'd it go with the Chinese?" dad asked Clay, curious to know what had happened between the two groups.
Jax walked behind the bar, pulled himself a bottle and poured the alcoholic contents into the glass. "Not too good," Jax replied to my father, the pair had always been good together. But whenever either of them spoke of Maddie, they became silent and nervous. As though they were both hiding something.
The thing that was weird, was I knew what dad was keeping from Jax, but I wasn't sure what Jax was keeping from us. All I knew, was there were too many secrets that we kept in closets. "Well, where's Chucky?" dad asked them quickly.
Clay followed Jax's example, but instead, he had grabbed a beer and opened the top. "That's the upside," Clay said with a smile on his face. Jax's dark gray eyes were glued to me, his hands bringing his drink to his lips and his stare was one of sadness, of worry towards me.
That moment, Kyle decided it was a good time to raise his arm and offer his hand to shake. "Clay, it's good to see you, man," he spoke, as though nothing had happened and that they were all good. What the hell is this asshole playing at?
Clay didn't even glance down at Kyle's hand, he only stared into his eyes and threw the bottle top over his shoulder. "So I hear you got an offer I can't refuse," Clay spoke as he walked around the bar and sat beside Kyle.
"Something like that," Kyle chuckled nervously. He had noticed Clay's rejection to shake hands, which only proved to him that they were still not on good terms. They never will be, especially after what he did to me and my family.
No longer needing to stay, I had to go and do the fireworks. To spend time with my family. But, part of me wanted to see the guy get tortured. What I had in comparison to whatever he would have, mine was the slowest of tortures. Years without my family, not seeing them grow up. Not being able to support Donna.
Gulping what was was left of my drink, I got to my feet and set the glass beer bottle on the bar. "Well, I'd better get back to the fireworks," I began as I got to my feet. "Or your mom's gonna be stuffing gunpowder up my ass," I said as I looked to Jax.
Walking away, I felt someone follow me and I knew exactly who it was. It was one of the perks of growing up with someone, who was always a brother to me and someone I trusted with my life. "Yeah, I'm sure we're all on the Gemma shit list by now," Jax agreed as he followed behind me.
Clay decided to join in with the string of jokes we were sharing. "I live on that shit list," Clay spoke out to us as he watched us head down the hallways to our rooms. I needed a moment to myself, deciding to leave out the back door and go to my truck.
When I thought Jax was going to stop following, he hadn't. Instead, he continued to follow closely and called to me. "Ope?" he said, making me stop in my tracks and turn to face him. Both of us with our backs to the walls and our eyes on each other. It was silent between us, but there was a roaring of voices coming from down the hall. "You okay with this?" Jax asked me after a few seconds of us waiting.
We were both checking to see if anyone would follow us and listen in to our conversation. Especially Kyle, who would be getting something that he didn't expect he would. Thinking things over, I nod and stared at him. "Yeah," I agreed with what we had planned, glancing over to Kyle and watched how he conversed with Clay. "You?" I questioned Jax as I returned my gaze to him.
Jax didn't need to even look at Kyle, his eyes focused on me and what I was saying. "I'm good," he told me with a nod and kind eyes. I love this man, like if he was my own flesh and blood. He's always stood by me, no matter what I did and thought.
This made me think of our chat at the fund-raiser, how we watched Kyle and how I complained about what happened to me so far. Everything that happened, made me still appreciate Donna, the kids, my smart-mouthed sister and my club. "Look," I began. "About what I was saying earlier, it doesn't mean I don't want this," I assured him.
Jax kept his eyes on me, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked at me with curious, sad eyes. He was truly, the only friend I ever had. My sister was always my friend, but since she was a baby, I had looked out for her and cared for her. Jax, he knew me since we had been in diapers. "I know," he confirmed my thoughts and gave me a nod.
Looking towards Kyle and Clay, they raised their beers and took an awkward sip. You could sense how Clay was playing him, how Kyle was nervous beyond belief and how everyone would glance at the pair too. "I'd rather be dead than be that guy," I commented.
Sighing, Jax's head turned to look at the pair too. "Yeah," Jax mumbled. "Me too," he agreed with me. "You should get going," Jax said as he turned to look at me, taking gentle hold of my arm and turning me towards the end of the hallway. "I can hear my mom swearing from here," Jax joked as we continued our walk to the door.
GPOV
We were all ready for the show to begin, along with the fireworks. The only issue was, we didn't know where Opie was and didn't know where to find him. Guitars were being tuned, people were with their drinks in hand and watching the kids perpare themselves. "Do you know where Kyle is?" April asked as myself and Maddie were wandering around, both of us in search for Opie.
April had stopped me, taking hold of my arm gently and turning me to face her lightly. Normally, with anyone else, I would have growled at them or told them to let me go. Knowing April, I didn't see a reason to bark harsh words at her. "No, I don't," I told her.
Maddie had frozen, her eyes glued to April and her body was close to me. "Bimbo's here," April began to list. "Truck's here," she stated, knowing that he wouldn't simply walk away without his girlfriend. "Can't find him," she told us. "He was with Jax and Opie," she informed us, except, I already knew this fact.
Judging Maddie's reaction, I had a feeling she knew this information too. Glancing behind April, I saw Opie and he had began to open boxes. "Well, it's about time," I grumbled. "There's Ope," I gestured with a head bob towards Opie.
Maddie then took a step in-front of me, taking hold of April's hands, Maddie gave her a small smile. "We'll ask him," she assured her. Her tone was kind, her smile was sweet and her eyes were sad. Heading over to Opie, Maddie stayed close beside me. "I saw Opie and Kyle leaving, they were heading to the clubhouse. Said it was club business," Maddie informed me quickly.
The way she spoke, it was in a quiet, low tone, so that no one could hear us and it was quick, so that Opie wouldn't catch what she had told me. "Why didn't you say anything?" I asked her, looking to her and furrowing my eyebrows in curiosity.
Maddie sighed, her eyes glued to her brother and never glancing at me. During the time we had walked, we both stared at Opie, but when she revealed what she knew, I looked to her surprised. "Because I couldn't," she told me. "I choked," she admitted with an ashamed look on her face.
JPOV
We were making jokes, talking shit and trying to waste the time so that Clay and the others got the garage ready. Myself, Bobby, Tig and some of the others from the club were laughing to the joke Bobby had just told us. "So, Bobby," I began. "You tell Kyle about the Knucklehead?" I asked him, trying to use a reason for us to go to the garage.
A motorcycle seemed like a great reason for Kyle wanting to go inside and see what we had in there. "Who got a Knucklehead?" Kyle asked, slightly disoriented. Clay and Piney had left to go and 'Arrange some papers for tomorrow morning.' When Clay came back, after a few minutes, he gave me a signal it was time to go inside the garage.
Bobby was playing along with our little lie. "'48, mint," he told Kyle, showing him that this Knucklehead was a classic and that it was still in great shape. Which, was a complete lie and only a thing to tell Kyle, to lure him into the garage.
Kyle didn't seem convinced by this. "Bull-shit," he spoke it slowly, rolling out the word so that he was joking around with Bobby.
Bobby had his glass of beer in his hands, shaking his head, he looked away from Kyle and kept his head bowed. "It is so beautiful, it'll blind you," Bobby teased and tried his hardest to convince him to go see it.
To prove him wrong. "Where?" Kyle asked, curious to know where we had stored such a 'beauty'.
Watching them, this was a like a mouse falling into the trap. "Come on," I encouraged. "Let's go take a look at it," I suggested and gulped the remains of my drink, I had taken at least two glassfulls of my drink and I still felt like I needed more. This is going to be one hell of a night.
Bobby played along, keeping his glass raised and his head turned to Kyle. A curious look on both of their faces. "You want to see it?" Bobby asked him, trying to lure him further to go into the garage and get what was coming to him.
Not thinking much of it, Kyle seemed to play along and was now getting himself into something he didn't know about. "Uh-huh," he mumbled quietly. "All right. Let's go," he agreed and got to his feet. The rest of us were watching him, making our way towards the garage and following him quietly. A cigarette between my lips, it wasn't lit, but I was curious as to what he'd choose. Let it begin...
MPOV
Heading over to Opie, we found him by the fireworks boxes and the kid was preparing to play. "Opie," Gemma was the one to call him. "Where's Kyle?" she asked him, I knew he'd answer her questions and not my own. "His son's going to play and April can't find him," she told him.
Opie was focused on moving the boxes around and we both stayed silent, waiting for him to answer her. "He's at the clubhouse, got some business to share with the club," he informed us, repeating the same thing he had told me earlier.
Feeling impatient, I didn't want to seem silent and scared of my brother. Especially not in-front of Gemma, a woman who had taught me to be strong and confident. Taught me to not give a shit, but to remember where my place was, but to keep strong. "What business?" I pushed.
Opie would have scolded me for my firmness, but with Gemma there, he was the one cowering like a little boy. "I can't say," he told us in a calm and dull tone. "But, I know that he's going to be in bad shape after it," he informed us out of the blue.
Surprised, Gemma caught onto what he had meant. "Jesus," she cussed. "Where can April find him?" she asked as she paced around a little, looking around and unable to stay still. Opie moved with her, picking up boxes and setting them into neat piles.
"St. Thomas," Opie replied bluntly, giving us no other explanation and no further information. I could see Gemma was nervous, my heart was pounding and there were millions of questions running in my head. Questions that I knew were going to be left unanswered.
JPOV
Laughing as we entered the garage, we slowly stopped our movements and watched as Kyle fumbled around, looking for the motorcycle. "Where's the Knuckle?" he asked as he looked around, but none of us were laughing anymore. We had all fallen silent. Serious. The door closes and he suddenly realizes he wasn't here for that, or anything to do with repairing the damage with the club. "What is this?" he questioned us as we surrounded him, forming a circle.
Annoyed and angry with him, I hated him the moment he left Opie behind. Hated the memory of my brother's pain, not seeing his family and locked away with people who couldn't protect him like we could of. Otto could have protected Opie. "Take your shirt off," I ordered.
Kyle laughed awkwardly, as though he didn't know what I was asking him. Like he was hiding something that he knew he shouldn't have. He was nervous, scratching himself and looking around scared and worried. "Come on, Jax," he pleaded as he stared directly at me.
Not taking any more of his shit, I felt my anger boil and reach it's final point. This asshole hurt Opie. Took him away from his unborn son, at the time. Took him away from Donna and Ellie. Away from Maddie, away from Piney. Away from me and the club. He has to pay for his betrayal. "Take it off!" I screamed. I know what you said to Maddie today too...
He stood there, staring at me with anger and bitterness. As though he had been betrayed. He wasn't doing as I said, so without hesitation, Bobby and Tig tore the shirt off his back. "You son of a bitch!" Kyle growled as he struggled against Bobby and Tig.
Showing us his back, it was clear what he had still on him. Inc that was drawn into his skin forever. Sons of Anarchy. MC. California. "You see that?" Bobby asked as he looked to all of us, pointing to the tattoo, but his eyes were glued to the Prospect. It was as though this was a warning for if he ever went against the club.
Kyle was panting, letting him go, he glanced up at us and stared down at the ground. "I'm sorry," he spoke as he rubbed his head nervously. "I'm sorry, Clay," he apologized to Clay. "I know I was supposed to black it out. And I tried, man," he told Clay as he stared at him, Clay seemed unamused and just by his expression, we all knew he wasn't forgiving Kyle for anything.
Kyle then looked to the rest of us, his nerves wrecked and he was pacing around on the spot. "I went a bunch of times. And I couldn't-" he mumbled and cut himself off, huffing and puffing to himself. "I couldn't do it," he rambled on, weak and broken. Cracking his knuckles, he continued to pant and tried to find someone who could actually forgive him for what he did. "This is the only thing I have left, Jax," he spoke to me. "Please, I'm sorry," he pleaded me for forgiveness.
Somehow, I felt pitty for him, all of his brothers had turned their back on him. The only thing he had, was the club and he lost that to his cowardly actions. Deciding not to say anything, I gave a nod and looked to Clay, telling him to continue with what we had planned. For Opie. "Fire or knife?" Clay asked Kyle.
Kyle had turned to look at Clay, his expression was one of surprise and confusion. But I wasn't going to let him get away with the tattoo on his back. He wasn't a brother and he didn't deserve to carry the reaper. Kyle turned to look at me, as though pleading me to not make this choice for him and Opie. "Answer him," I ordered coldly.
Panting, I could see the fear and pleading in his eyes. A desperate look of need in his eyes, trying his hardest to reach out to me and make me reconsider. "Jax," he pleaded. But not giving him an answer, was the perfect one in a situation as this. Indicating that he needed to make the choice. It was no longer in my hands, it was his fate to choose.
Panting, he touched his head, looked around and was pondering nervously on the spot. Deciding what he would chose and possibly coming to terms that, what was about to happen, was real. Sighing, I could sense he had made the choice. "Fire," he answered Clay.
"All right," Tig spoke as he moved to grab the tools, Piney handed me the bottle I had been drinking, Bobby went to get the chains and I held out the bottle to him. Taking it from me, he gave me a look that said 'Really?' and took a few deep gulps from the bottle. Kyle was breathing rapidly as Piney and Bobby tied him with the chains. Taking a long few gulps of the bottle, I poured it all over his back and prepared him for the fire. Grunting, Kyle knew what was coming, as Tig had the torch burning.
GPOV
Finishing the chat with Opie and Maddie, Opie went to set up the fireworks and Maddie left to go search for Kyle and her father. Leaving me, to go talk to April about what I knew. The boys began to play their song, while I tried to gather the courage to tell April what was going on. "What?" April asked me as I turned to face her. "Where is he?" she questioned me, panic and fear in her voice.
Knowing that there was no other way to tell her this, I chose to take the gentle way of informing her what was going on. "You should head over to St. Thomas," I suggested to her hintingly, not giving away what had happened to Kyle. "I'll bring your kids home," I assured her of her children's trip back to their home.
April looked calm, but there was fear and worry in her eyes. "Jesus, what did they do?" she asked me, wanting to know what had happened to her ex-husband. The same man who was the father of her children, it was normal for her to worry for the man she had once loved.
Keeping my promise to the club and Opie, I knew there wasn't much I could tell her. Opie was secretive, as was his father and I could see why Maddie was so stressed with the men of her family. "I don't know anything else," I told her truthfully. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I apologized as I felt guilt, as I was the one who suggested for Kyle to come and see his son play. Only for him to get into shit with the club. Leaving her, I went to a dark and loney alleyway, took a smoke and cried if I had to. It was all my fault...
JPOV
Watching Kyle get torched, he screamed and pleaded for us not to burn off what he had left of the club. The smell, it was like burnt meat, while the sounds of his screams echoed through the garage. The taste of the drink I had poured along his back still lingered on my tongue. The sight of the black, on skin, on burnt pink was repulsive. The feel of my fists clenched in my pockets, was the way I had tensed in witnessing this torture. My heartbeat quickened from the screams, but slowly he passed out from the pain and my stomach had a sick feeling inside it.
His pleas were ringing in my head, as though it was on a loop and haunting my thoughts. He had left Opie behind, got him in jail for five years. He deserved what he got. But, it then made me think of the good and bad that came from him leaving Opie behind. If he didn't leave Opie behind, Opie would have helped Donna with the children, they would have stayed with the club, Donna may not have been in debt, Opie could have been with his father and sister.
Then, it made me think of what happened between me and Maddie while he had been in jail. If Kyle didn't leave Opie behind, I would have never seen Maddie again, seeing as she had returned to get answers about her brother's imprisonment. She came to me for answers. It also made me remember the time of Kenny's birth, how me and Maddie spent a night together. Connected and searching for ways to forget what happened. I was lost, I didn't know how I felt about it all. So, I simply stared and did my part.
PPOV
Witnessing the torture begin, Kyle squirmed, pleaded and screamed for his life. Wanting to keep the tattoo on his back, pretending to be one of us when he no longer had the rights to wear our mark. He lost us the day he left Opie to the cops. Deserving what he got, he was burning and whimpering like a baby. When he past out, the smell of his burning flesh continued. Although it was vile, I kept watching and remembered all the pain he caused my family.
Remembered how my son missed his children's lives, how he wasn't with the club, while his wife fell deeper and deeper in debt. Madison becoming a lawyer, how she would visit us every month to spend time with us and how she supported our family. It was a sad thought, to think Opie had missed so much in only five years. Reminding me of how John missed ten years of Jackson's life. Made me consider myself lucky, that I had two wonderful children, who were smart and always stood by me.
Kyle had nothing. His wife hated him, the club hated him and he hardly saw his children. The only thing he had was a broken dream, a tattoo on his back that he no longer wore, a disfunctional family and the club that kicked him out. The only two upsides he had, was a young, teenage girlfriend and a new truck. But materialism, wasn't everything. We knew what was real, what we all cherished. Family and love. Nothing could ever replace that. I mused in my thoughts. Watching as the man that was once our brother, became a simple nobody.
OPOV
Fixing the fireworks, I was putting them in place and setting it all up. The sound of running feet alerted me, glancing in the direction of the sound, I felt a smile grow on my lips. "Daddy!" Ellie called to me, Donna had both Ellie and Kenny by the hands.
Running to me, they slowed down as I stood up and took a few steps to meet them. "We missed you," Donna said as she wrapped her arms around me, kissing my lips and keeping them soft, tender. Personally, it was a moment of pure bliss, my children hugging us and my wife in my arms. I felt loved. "I love you baby," Donna whispered as our lips pulled apart, her eyes glimmering in the moonlight, making my heart beat faster at the sound of those words escape her lips.
Finishing off the last touches, I lit the fireworks, stepped back and watched as they flew and crashed into the sky. Explosions of colorfull lights, fanning out and creating wonderful shapes. The rest of the night, we stared up at the skies, holding onto Donna and our children as we spent time as a family. Watching the fireworks collide with the night-sky, illuminating it with vibrant colors. This, is paradise.
MPOV
Gemma was to stay at the fund-raiser, to be there for the children and to take them home after the performance. I chose to leave, to go looking for my dad and to get some answers. To know what happened to Kyle, to see if he was still there, or if he had already headed over to St. Thomas. "Maddie, what are you doing here?" Half-Sack asked, seeing him sweep up what looked like alcohol from the ground, his eyes on me and I didn't answer him.
Storming into the clubhouse, I wandered straight to my father, who was sat at the bar and taking a shot of something. "What happened here?" I growled, knowing that my tone wasn't right for a daughter when talking to her father, but I was tired of the lies and secrets. My eyes flickered between dad and Bobby.
Bobby was behind the counter, pouring drinks and staying quiet. "I can't say," he told me, raising his hands and giving me a sign of surrender. Tig kept his blue eyes glued to me, Chibs hid his head and Juice chewed the inside of his cheek.
Clay was stood at the bar too, watching the pair of us quietly and Jax was nowhere to be found. "I hate having to repeat myself," dad grumbled, slamming his glass down on the bar and his eyes glued to the glass. "It's club business Madison," he used my name, rather than my nickname, showing me that he was furious.
Tired of the lies and being kept in the dark, I wasn't going to go down without a fight. "What happened to that asshole who put my brother in jail, is my business," I snarled in return, placing my hands on my hips and my eyes turned into slints. "What happened?" I asked again, saying each word clearly and prouncing them seperately.
Dad then turned to look at me, his eyes dark and his face contorting anger, an anger he was having trouble of holding back. "No one's going to tell you," he spat at me in a vicious and calculated tone. "So I suggest you get in your car, go home and call me to say you got there safely," he suggested in the same, blank and dull tone he always used. The tone that made me feel like he mocked me and my entire concern.
Looking towards the roof, I saw that the ladder that led to it, the roof door was opened. There was only one person that wasn't here with the rest of them. And that, was Jax. "You know what, I'm gonna go say 'hi' to Jax," I said as I turned my gaze back to my dad.
He grumbled as he took another shot, walking past them, I climbed up the ladder the best I could in my heels. "Maddie," Jax said as he shot up, out of his seat. "I saw you park down there," he told me. "What's up?" he asked.
Gesturing for me to take a seat beside him, he slowly sat back down and stared up at me. "Why is there the smell of burnt flesh and cooked alcohol in the garage?" I asked, keeping my hands on my hips and tone angry. "What is the Prospect cleaning?" I questioned, not giving Jax a chance to answer.
Jax sighed, bowed his head and slowly looked back up at me. "Kyle," he said a single word, as though it meant something and said it all. His eyes were glued to the night sky, faintly, I could see the crackle of the fireworks in the sky, but it was only the top sparks we could see.
Taking a step closer, I was intruiged to know more. "What about him?" I asked him. Jax stayed silent, as though he was fighting himself not to tell me. Sighing, I sat beside him and untensed my muscles. "Jax, I'm tired of people lying or denying me knowledge," I told him softly. "You can trust me," I said as I turned my body to look at him. "Please, tell me," I pleaded, placing my hand over his clasped ones, giving them a small squeeze.
Jax tensed under my touch, but slowly, he relaxed and opened up his hands. Placing my hand in his, he looked our intertwined fingers and glanced up to meet my gaze. Sighing, I knew he would tell me what I was eager to know. "He had his tattoo still on," he informed me. "The reaper on his back," he reminded me. "Opie spotted it," he explained. "We convinced him to come here, burned it and dropped him off at St. Thomas," Jax said as he shied his eyes away, his tone soft and his touch gentle.
He was warm, compared to my cold skin. Hearing what happened to Kyle, I hated him, but I didn't wish him to be burned alive. "Shit," I cussed. "Is he okay?" I asked, concerned for the health of the asshole who abandoned my brother. "Was there any blood?" I questioned, wondering if anything could be led back to them.
Jax pursed his lips, his normally hazel eyes were dark blue in the night light. "No," he informed me, subsiding my suspicions. "Only burns on his skin," Jax said as he stared into my eyes, never wavering and consistant. "He passed out," he told me, making me worry less for the man who had damaged my brother's life and relationships.
Lingering in the silence, we stayed sat, our hands and folded into one another, clasped and gripping one another. I felt safe, loved and treasured in this neverending gaze. "Thanks for telling me the truth, Jax," I said softly, looking down and at our hands. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked him, my eyes flashing up to meet his.
As though my glance to my hands was enough to give him a sign, he slowly let go. "Yeah," he agreed. "Drive safely," he encouraged me and this was when I slowly got to get up. "Oh," Jax mumbled, calling out to me vaguely. "And...don't tell anyone that I gave you this information," he suggested, as though this would get us both in trouble.
Knowing that Jax would only suggest something when it could cause us both danger, I heeded his warning and decided to follow his instructions. "It'll be our little secret," I told him, I had my torso slightly turned to look at him and a smile on my lips.
Turning my back to him again, he chuckled and smirked as he spoke. "Like we ain't got enough of them," he teased, making me remember all the other secrets we kept hidden in closets and under bedsheets. Laughing, I shook my head and walked down the ladder. Ain't that right Mr. Teller.
JPOV
Seeing the torture, it made me think of what could happen when you cross the club and what happens when the club try and hurt you for not doing what was ordered. Being a rat and a coward, were the worst things to be in a club like ours. Opie did the time, Kyle tried to make up for it in the worst of ways and Opie was still pissed off about being seperated from his family. After Kyle's torture, I couldn't care less about him. He deserved what he got, but I pittied him for all he did. He was weak and clueless. It was hard to read my dad's journal, as all I could see was the burns on Kyle's back.
When Madison came over, I felt a sense of happiness and peace. Like I could be myself around her, tell her the truth and make her see what we were all born into. It was a life that was hard, a life that took guts to live through. It was hard. But Maddie, she was always smart, always resourceful and she knew how to do things we may not have been able to do as easily. For example, she was persuasive, confident and knew how to use her initiative. She was a great story teller, knew how to make it convincing and realistic.
Yet, my heart sank. Madison was everything I had desired since I was seventeen. Hell, sometimes I felt like I loved her before all of it. I never could deny her, protected her from assholes who got too close and kept her under my security. Sometimes, I knew that it wasn't the brotherly thing to do. But Madison was always beautiful, charming and simply looking at her, made my legs weak. My heart would speed up, my stomach would do flips and my breath would be taken away by her.
Opie would tell Madison secrets, but since we had joined the club, Opie didn't tell Madison anything. Opie and Madison grew up to their father being secretive, as was Clay as I grew up with him. Maddie was growing tired of being kept in the dark, tired of being ignored and tired of the lack of trust they had when it came to her. It felt normal in a situation like she was in. Somehow, I believed it was partially why I couldn't help but always tell her the truth, seeing as I was the only one she would confide in. Jesus, I can't stop thinking about her. Consistantly.
Attempting to read again, I couldn't, my mind was spinning and I kept overthinking everything. Getting to my feet, I placed my dad's journal to one side and made my way to look at Teller-Morrow. Half-Sack was still cleaning, the image of Kyle glued to my head and my honesty to Maddie on a loop in my head. Late that night, Chibs had made his way back to us, taking residence in his room and told us he'd talk about it in the morning. Seems like we have more shit to deal with now...
MPOV
Driving back home, I was feeling better, but I had a weird sensation in my stomach. Brushing it off as concern for the asshole who had left my brother behind, I kept driving and parked outside my house. My blazer was in the back seat of my car, getting out, I shut the driver's door and went to open the back door. In doing so, my hand lightly grazed the cool handle. The breeze of the wind was chilling, the dark night sky made it hard to see and all I could smell was the burnt alcohol and flesh of Kyle's lingering in my nostrils.
All of a sudden, my lights went dark and a throbbing began thundering in my head. Everything was black. My senses were gone, but I felt hands hold me and drag me away. My feet dragging along the floor, my body was trapped and I had no way out of the unconciousness. The moment something collided to my head, I moaned out in pain and collapsed. Hearing a soft grunt, I was completely shut down and no longer felt, heard, smelled, saw, taste and knew anything. Undeniably, I was unconcious.
"There'll always be a few things, maybe several things, that you're going to find really difficult to forgive."
I hope you liked this chapter. The song of this chapter was 'Up The Wolves' by The Mountain Goats. Thank you guys, for giving me the 5 reviews I asked for. I appreciate it. Now, most of you are getting confused with the whole love square. Except, there is no square. Jax's actions in the next few chapters are going to be out of guilt with what he did to Tara. He used her to get back at Maddie for breaking his heart, he feels guilty for using Tara like that. He also feels protective of his son, seeing as he's getting better.
And please...calm yourselves down. Maddie and Jax will get together, you simply need to have patience. Believe me, I have gone 40+ chapters in a story where they will get together, but they haven't kissed yet. This story will take at least, a few more chapters until it happens. Tara and Wendy are simply objects in the way, but when they are pushed to one side, they realize that all they want, is each other. But keep in mind, Maddie is worried about Jax's relationships with her father, Opie and Abel. The rest, she couldn't care less. Anyway, you know the drill!
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