Chapter 14: Visitors
"Where are we at with Dana?" Clay said, as they gathered around in the garage. "Last time I checked in, the doc was preparing her arm for the cast. Then she has to treat the burns on her leg from when she slid with the bike," Jax said, flicking the built up ash from his cigarette. "So when do we ride?" Tyler asked, taking a sip of his beer. Clay held his hand up and shook his head. "Dana will get her vengeance. Her own way. I say we wait, let her heal. Let her formulate her own plan for how to deal with the Mayans. It's what she would want," he said.
Tyler scoffed. "That's my wife in there laid out on a table. Body full of lead. If this was Gemma, Mayans would be extinct by now," he said. Opie cleared his throat and pointed towards Tyler. "He's right. She's gonna be out of commission for a while. We can't let the Mayans run around thinking they got us good," he said. The rest of the sons made motions of agreement with them, knowing that war was imminent.
"This is your call. I know what she would want us to do. I know what you guys want to do," Clay said, motioning to all of them, a lit cigar on hand. Several murmurs were heard throughout the group and Clay sighed. "All those who want to handle the Mayans without Dana," he said. The majority of the group motioned this. "I guess it's settled then."
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Dana stirred in the bed, groaning as her body informed her that she was not ready for such movement. "Hey," a voice said next to her. She glared at Tara, as she reached over and began to check her bandages. Dana glanced around as she realized she was in Jax's old bedroom in the clubhouse and she could clearly tell that Gemma had been in there and cleaned up. The room was spotless and the bed sheets were a light beige. Too flirty for Jax.
"Either drug me up or put me out of my misery," Dana whispered, her voice raspy. She touched the bandage on her throat and shook her head sadly. "Alright, as you wish," Tara said. Dana leaned back on the bed and felt the needle breach her skin. She relaxed as she was lulled back to a deep slumber.
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"We got a problem," Chibs said, as the boy walked through the clubhouse door. Jax and Opie turned towards the door as Laroy walked through it. The boys stood and faced the man. "He says he's here to see Dana," Tig said, standing behind him, watching his every move. "I'm guessing you kept this visit to the crib on the down low," Dana said, appearing from behind the bar and walking up to him.
She was currently clad in a pair of black booty shorts and a black sports bra, her cast already full of writing. The sons tensed as the two came closer. "You better tell your boys to back down. Nothing can come between the love me and you have," Laroy said, motioning to all the sons surrounding him. Dana chuckled as she climbed on to a bar stool slowly. He reached out and steadied her, holding her good arm.
The sons took a step towards them as they saw the contact between the two. Dana held a hand up and motioned for Laroy to sit next to her. "Don't worry, boys. There are no old lady spots on the niners crew. And I don't think I'd make a good down ass gangsta bitch," she said. The sons laughed and fell back, but not going too far.
Dana glanced over her shoulder and found Tyler staring at Laroy, his presence oddly making her feel safe. "Oh don't worry about hubby. He's like that STD he gave me once. I just can't seem to shake it," she said, turning back to Laroy."It don't matter, boo. You know me and you have a bond he can't break," he said. Dana scoffed and shook her head. "Humor me, Laroy. Remind me, why I keep you around."
"Because you're gorgeous. Because you're the only son I fuck with. Because after all the bullshit we've been through, me and you are still thick as thieves," he drawled out. She shook her head and waved him off. "Only reason you fuck with me is because I'm the only son with the ghetto booty that you want oh so much. So you better cut the bullshit and tell me why you're making house calls," she said.
Laroy glanced around him and focused his stare on her. He leaned forward and dropped his voice above a whisper. "After you had that slip and fall down on the cruise ship heading south, I fell too. When I fell, I blacked out and someone picked my pockets clean. They took my health insurance card and I need to go see the doctor. I'm not feeling too good," he said.
Dana sat back in her chair and smirked. "And?" She asked. "I was wondering if you knew how I could get a new one. I need to go and see a doctor ASAP. Doesn't matter where or how or how much the co-pay is. Then maybe me and you could go on a cruise together," he said. She laughed, shaking her head. "Last time me and you took a cruise together, you almost pushed me off the top deck. I didn't enjoy that very much."
"Last time, me and you took a cruise together, I was confused. Too many damn margaritas. This time around I'll try to keep my liquor to myself. Plus, I think you owe me one," he said. She snapped her head up and raised an eyebrow. "I'm still healing from my slip and fall. Doctor has put me on bed rest, indefinitely," she said. Laroy stood up and leaned into her, whispering something about a life vest in her ear.
Dana stood up and motioned to the sons. "Laroy's gonna put me to bed. Entertain yourselves until I get back," she said, beginning her slow walk towards the back bedrooms.
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Laroy nodded to the sons as he exited the club. Dana appeared behind him and made sure he was gone before turning towards Jax. "Find Clay. Get him down here. NOW," she said, turning and making her way back towards her current room. "Tyler, come help me change," she said, before disappearing down the hall. Jax and Tyler locked eyes before going separate ways.
Tyler walked into Jax's old room and shut the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest and watching her. Dana paced the room, softly and slowly, seeing as her injuries didn't let her do much. "What I'm about to tell you, stays in this room. I know we have had our differences, but when it comes to club business, we always had each other's backs no matter what," she said, her hand pointing to the scars on her thigh, where she had taken a bullet for him.
"You know me like the back of your hand. If you had any doubts, you wouldn't have even bothered to ask me in here. So spill it," he said, walking up to her. "Mayans broke into the Niners safe house last night and stole all their guns. He was here because he needs us to supply him tonight. Even if means paying double for the shipment. I told him that he had to get into our good graces before I begin to pull strings to get Clay to even consider giving him guns and that's when he pulled out his ace," she said.
"Dana's death was a botched hit."