A/N:Things may seem good for Mallory in this chapter, but they won't stay that way for long, Happy will be back very soon, and we will find out what he was up too, and what that text message he sent to Tig meant! *insert dramatic music* Read and review, please! Thanks for everyone who has been doing that also for the favs and following my fic.
Chapter 14:It was nearing lunchtime, Mallory had shown the guys her new home, she saw that the guys had mostly approved of it, which didn't really mean to much. Clay had taken her aside and asked, "You going to feel safe out here alone?"
"I mean, I guess." She shrugged, "I don't know anyone, so I don't think I have any enemies."
Clay cracked a grin, "Darling, you are with the SONS, you have tons of enemies." He saw her jaw nearly drop, "He is my brotha, but forget about Hap, darling, he's into croweaters, don't let him get to you." He looked like he was empathetic and put his arm around her, for a one-armed hug.
"What's this fundraiser thing I am hearing about today? Does Gemma need my help?" Mallory did feel bad that she really wasn't working, but it did seem like Gemma was just forgetting to tell her what to do with Abel still in the hospital and almost ready to leave.
"I'm sure. Her and some of the old ladies of other crew members from nearby charters are running a chili stand."
"Oh." She sighed, "Well I'm not even a girl of anyone, so I think that would be kind of weird."
"Juice will watch over you." Clay nodded and gave a toothy grin, "never seen the little freak so smiley, him and the prospect."
Mallory batted her eyelashes and made a girly giggle, it made her happy to know that even though she was slightly hurting on the inside, that she was making others come out of their shell and be cheerful for once.
The guys had some business to do, and were going to meet up with some guy name Opie. Gemma and Mallory headed back to the clubhouse to get everything set up for later this afternoon. As soon as Gemma parked the car she turned to her right side and looked at the younger woman. "You hanging in there kid?"
Mallory's face looked puzzled, she was hoping this conversation wasn't going to go to far in depth, she just really wanted to go and do what she needed to. "Uh, yeah, I mean everyone is always welcome there, so I would love the company. I just don't want to be around the partying constantly and the hoe of croweaters."
Gemma gave half a smile, "There not all bad, they just really like sex. They know not to fuck with my man, but you're new to town, so I could see them trying to ruffle your feathers." Gemma nodded and moved a few strands of Mallory's hair to behind her ears. "Hang in there baby." She smiled bigger, "Clay really wants someone to be with you at all times, sorry Darlin, I usually have Piney or Tig, think of it as a compliment."
Mallory knew she was a strong woman; she had been through similar situations, well sort of. With jackass guys that used and cheated on her, she had managed to get past it, she needed to focus on decorating her new place, work, looking into finding a clinic, and just being happy.
"Well what can I do to help?"
Gemma was used to doing a lot of things on her own, she needed to do something to boost Mallory's self esteem. "What you need to do is pamper yourself for a few hours."
"No Gemma, really. I feel like I have hardly done any work." Mallory was just being honest; she really never did actual work since she had been there.
Gemma chuckled, "I don't care, I'm telling you that your job is to go get so pampering." Gemma shuffled some belonging in her purse and grabbed some bills of money and shoved it in Mallory's hands. "An old lady needs to always look good, that's the difference between old ladies and croweaters. We can look good with clothes on and naked, they only look good naked." Gemma opened her door and started to move to get out of the car. "
Mallory explained she didn't know where anything was, but Gemma told her the name of a salon she went to. "They do hair, nails, and have a spa. I'll tell Clay to have someone check in on you when they can."
Clay and the others met up with a tall, broad shoulder, an intimidating face, his facial hair was light brown, his hair was short unlike some of his other crewmembers. "What's goin' on Clay?" His voice was deep and masculine, he was Opie. "Where's Jax?"
"Him and Happy were doing some shit, he'll be back, he fill you in?"
"Little. Hey man I'm here for you guys, I told that to Jax." Opie had just previously did five years, he had just gotten out a couple months ago. He waited to talk to Clay; he would rather of talked to him with his best friend by his side. It just didn't turn out this way. "Donna doesn't need to know, I need to be back in the club. Shit tore me up." His father, Piney was also apart of the club, the oldest member.
Piney usually liked to stay back and watch over the shop and Gemma, but he knew they were going to see Opie, and Piney didn't talk to him much when Opie was on the inside.
Clay mentioned that they had the fundraiser to go too, and Gemma asked for Opie to do the fireworks. He had gladly accepted a couple weeks ago. "You know when Jax is coming back?"
Clay took his lighter and rammed it against the end of the cigar that was shoved in his mouth. "Few hours. I'll tell him to stop by and fill in the details."
As they returned back to the shop, they needed to do some actual work on cars. After all they were mechanics, so for the next few hours. Before Clay could check on Gemma in her office, they heard a hook, and turned the see a very familiar car rolling up into the lot with a motorcycle leading the way.
It was Jax and Mallory. Mallory parked the car, and Jax yelled, "You see this smokin' hot chick?" He joked as he opened the front door, and Mallory was nearly beat red. She had her done; it was layered, and colored highlights, keeping her dark brunette, but light blonde and black streaks running down her face. She had her makeup done with bright colors, and attracting eyes to her face. Better fitting clothes, nothing to revealing, but not needing to always be baggy. She had to embrace that she was a normal weight for her height, and that was nothing to be ashamed of. She felt good about the way she looked, and she never thought that was to important until she realized it was making her feel better about herself on the inside.
"Thanks Jax." Mallory muttered as she felt eyes on her, she never wanted to be all pampered and only attract guys from her looks.
"Just helpin' ya out Darlin'. " He teased as he winked and waited for her to get all the way out of the car.
Gemma smiled and shook her head, she had to admit she wasn't sure Mallory was going to listen to her. "Was just about to send someone to check on ya."
She walked closer to the girl, she looked like a totally new person if you didn't know who she was, there was a good chance you wouldn't believe that she was the same old Mallory. When Gemma got closer, Mallory kept smiling but she whispered, "I don't know Gemma I don't want to look like a tramp or anything."
Gemma looked down at her attire, she was wearing a graphic tee with a black panther on it with a black background, and tighter jeans, nothing to revealing. "Honey, you look fine." She looked at her again, "You were wearing baggier clothes, embrace your great rack, and look at that ass, you got meat to you. Your not plus size, you're an average girl. You have a body, embrace it Darlin' trust me."
Chibs and Tig were told by Jax to go check out the new girl; Juice overheard them and decided to go check the newcomer out as well. Tig whistled as they were coming closer and said, "Gemma ya gunna introduce us to your friend?"
Mallory chuckled, "Tig really? It's me."
"Mallory?" Tig asked, as he and Chibs were just a few feet away from the two women. "Damn, uhh you look, goooood." He looked over at Chibs who was wide-eyed and just stared at the woman.
"What's the meanin' of this?" Chibs asked as he went over and gave Mallory a hug, "Pretty no matter what, Lassie."
Tig smiled and followed Chib's actions but said, "But Damn." He said as he gave a short whistle.
"You guys are embarrassing me." Mallory nervously chuckled, as she was even redder now, if that was possible. "Just something new, I don't know."
Gemma saw that she was getting uncomfortable, sort of. "Hey boys enough of drooling over Mallory."
Juice stood to the side, Gemma looked up at him and said, "You want a hug from her too so you can feel her rack?"
Juice and Mallory both looked at Gemma with their jaw wide open. Gemma was not one to sensor what she was saying. Juice didn't say anything he just smiled and walked off.
Gemma watched the men walk away and turned to face Mallory and said, "You did good baby, you look like a bad bitch." Mallory gave a half a smile, she wasn't sure that was the exact compliment that she wanted, but she understood what the lady was saying.
At 3 is technically when the fundraiser started, but Gemma needed to go and set up, she was telling everyone that she needed to leave no later then 1:30, and it was nearly 1 o'clock, so she was starting to stress out. Her and some of the other old ladies would be there to set up together, and some of the croweaters would fill in the gaps.
Luanne was an old lady of a man named Otto. Otto was locked away right now, but was pure definition of loyalty to SAMCRO, Clay and Jax. Luanne ran a porn industry; she had worked from the bottom, actually being one of the girls that did the pornos and now to running it.
Gemma just got off the phone with Luanne, who said she would meet her there, and also reminded Gemma to bring some of the guys for the fundraiser; mainly one for fireworks. Gemma had that all planned out with Opie, Jax needed to show up too, just because Gemma would have his ass if he didn't show up.
Half answered the phone that was ringing on the wall inside one of the garages. He told the person on the phone to hold on, the young kid looked around and asked Bobby if he had seen Mallory.
Bobby was sitting on his ass, relaxing. He gave him a smug look, "Do I look like I know where she is, c'mon prospect, I'm not here keeper."
Half smiled and walked over towards the room that was her's, he saw the door was wide open, so he kept walking forward.
Sticking his head through the slight crack of the door, he saw that she had her back to the door and was starting to gather things. Not like she had much to gather. He tapped on the door, and saw her nearly jump out of her skin. "Sorry, you have call?" He sounded confused as he was delivering the message, mostly for the fact he didn't know who'd be calling her.
She nodded and followed him over to the garage and handed her the cordless, whir phone. After being on the phone for just a minute or two she hung up the phone and told Half, "I forgot to pick up my spare keys, the lady, Ada called to tell me." She sighed, "Better go get that before I forget."
Bobby came over to take a sip of a bottled pop on the shelf behind where Mallory was standing. "Oh Half-Sack found her." He laughed, "Half tell ya, you got a phone call?"
She smiled back and said, "Yeah have to pick up my spare key for the home."
Bobby looked over to the other side of the lot and heard Gemma cursing as she was running out of time before the fundraiser. "Naw, you stay back and help Gemma. Clay and I can go."
Clay heard his name and perked his head up from the truck that he was working on. "What's Bobby signing us up for?"
Mallory replied before the long, crazy haired man could. To go get my spare key, from Ada, uhhh I think Ada Derby, or Darby? Something like that."
She saw wide-eye stares from Clay and Bobby towards one another, Mallory had to wonder what was the big deal. Did she butcher that girl's name and she was a friend? Mal felt like she should leave, so she quickly left the garage with the men looking at one another.