The Sons Princess
Chapter 8: Tied (Part 2)
JPOV
Telling the boys to lock up the garage, we began to open up the barrels and place the guns and ammo into plastic, black bags. Bobby had got off the phone, myself, Juice and the Prospect were fixing the guns in place. Chibs, Tig and Bobby were all helping me with the guns. "Well, the Niners do not want the AKs," Bobby told us.
This news was surprise to my ears, seeing as we had made a deal and the news must have possibly spooked them. "What?" I questioned, shocked that they'd back out of our deal and decline our guns.
Bobby was taking long, gulp like pulls from his bottle of beer. "Nobody's gonna touch 'em," Chibs spoke up. "Not after what went down this morning," Chibs stated, reminding me of Russ and Nate. Which led me to think of Piney, then to Maddie.
The news wasn't great when it came to our trouble with the Irish wanting money. But, I knew that there were more important issues to deal with in that moment. "Oh, man," I grumbled. "Well, we'll worry about a buyer later," I told them. "Right now, it's all about the shit," I stated.
Rolling up one of the doors, I showed them the truck of the septic guy and made sure they understood where my plan was going with this. Getting a call, I looked down at the name and knew it was Opie who had dialed me. Walking away from the others, I accepted the call. "Hey, what's up?" I asked him. "Old man get there okay?" I questioned, hoping that the old man cooled off a little.
I could hear birds cawing and singing, which told me that he was outside the cabin. "Yeah, he did," Opie told me. "He says that Maddie hasn't called," he informed me. "That if she's sick she'd stil call," he stated what Maddie's routine consisted of, even if she was sick. "I'm going to head over to her house," he explained his plan.
The sick feeling in my stomach must have been either all the pressure, or what was going on with Maddie. In that moment, I knew it was Maddie, seeing as I had almost everything under control. "Something's not right," I mumbled. "Meet me somewhere?" I asked him.
Opie had started his engine, I could hear how it rumbled and I could faintly hear him strapping on his helmet. "Yeah, at Maddie's house," he told me. "You know how to get there, right?" he questioned, wondering if I knew where Maddie lived.
Personally, I had never been to her house, but when word gets around in a small town like ours, you knew exactly where everyone lived. "Yeah," I agreed to his question. "Make sure to park a few streets away, a'ight?" I warned, wanting to play it safe, as to not get Maddie in any danger if she was in trouble.
"Sure," Opie agreed. "Bring someone with you," he ordered, suggesting something that I couldn't deny him. "Just in case," he explained with brief words, but I understood what he meant. In case Maddie's in trouble.
Glancing at who to bring and who to order to go to the cabin, I knew who to send and who to tag along. "I'll bring Tig," I warned him of who'd be coming, but I knew he wouldn't complain, seeing as Tig cared about Maddie as though she was his beloved niece.
Opie wasn't much for words, but I could hear him faintly grunt and the wheels began rolling along the ground. "Great," he commented. "I'll see you there," he told me. "Be careful brother," he advised, which reminded me of the times we had joined the club.
Sighing, I smiled to myself as I remembered those times. It was the same time myself and Maddie called it quits when it came to us seeing each other. "Yeah," I agreed. "You too," I warned him in return. Hanging up, I shoved my phone into my pocket and made my way towards the guys. "Bobby, I need you to head up to the cabin," I called to Bobby, who mumbled a small 'Okay' and left. "Tig, you're coming with me," I ordered as he stopped what he was doing and followed beside me. Both of us getting onto our bikes and riding off to Maddie's house.
GPOV
After hitting the girl with the skateboard, the cops found me and arrested me. Driving me to the police department, they got me out of the car and dragged me through their yellow painted halls. "What's he doing here?" I asked when I caught sight of Clay in a room with Deputy Chief Hale.
Looking to the guy who arrested me and held me captive, he was someone we knew and wasn't entirely on our side, but he was friendly enough to tell us what would be going on. "The feds are grilling him," he told me.
The sound of a door opening, a familiar voice screamed at me from across the room. "What the hell did you do?" Clay questioned me loudly as he threw his arms up, angered with my sudden presence here.
Halting, I turned to face him and struggled to get the man's hold off of me. "Same thing you did," I replied. "Nailed some little tart from Nevada!" I shouted, not lying to him and speaking sarcastically, showing him how I knew and that I was pissed off about it.
Clay was raging mad, his face red and teeth gritting together when he wasn't speaking. "Like I don't have enough shit oozing out of my ears," he began to complain loudly. All of the office went silent and stopped what they were doing, witnessing the argument myself and Clay were having. "You gotta go and do this!" he shouted at me accusingly.
Trying to get out of the man's hold, I would stomp and step closer slowly. My anger made my body shake, my heart beat faster and my muscles tense up. I hadn't felt like this in years. I was ready for a fight, except, I knew I would never hurt Clay. I'd probably smash something, but never hit him. "You should've thought of that before your dick went on a cheerleader hunt!" I yelled, not bothered that everyone in the room was hearing this conversation.
Clay's eyes were wide with anger, a vein was popping out of his neck and I could see the fire burning inside of him. "Hey!" he shouted with a scolding look in his eyes. "I didn't tell her to come here," he tried to make some excuse, as though that would lighten the blow of humiliation and betrayal.
Glaring at him, I wanted to rip his heart out, there and then. How dare he try and make it out like it wasn't his fault for sleeping with her. "But she's here!" I remind him loudly, fumbling on my feet and struggling against the guy who held me back.
We were screaming and yelling at one another. Exactly like the old couple we were, except, we had been through so much and I knew Clay cheated on me, but it never showed up to bite me in the ass like this one did. "Well, it's not my fault!" he shouted as Hale kept him inside the room, his arm blocking the path and keeping Clay inside.
Feeling my heart pounding harder than ever before, I knew he was lying and I knew she was here for something. It may not have been Clay, but she was here and she had screwed my husband. "And it's not my pussy!" I screamed back, finishing the argument and I was pulled away from the guy holding me. What an asshole.
JPOV
Parking a few blocks away, myself and Tig made our way towards Maddie's house, but spotted Opie away from any sight of Maddie's house. Except, we could see what was outside her house and where her house was. Tig had asked me questions along the way, but I gave him all the information I knew. "Her car's parked here," Tig commented, his hands shoved into his pockets. "Maybe she's home?" he asked curiously.
I was stood between the two men, Opie went to move in on the house, but I placed my hand firmly on his chest and made him take a step back. "Wait," I said, examining the area and seeing that it was simply too quiet. "Lets sneak up by the car and make our way to her house," I suggested, knowing that we needed to be cautious about this. Sneaking towards her car, the others followed my lead and I spotted a strange outline of something in her car.
Glancing inside, the others had their backs pressed against the car, waiting for me to give out the next set of instructions. Peeking into her car, I noticed a piece of clothing I had seen her wear when it got cold at night. "Her blazer is in the car," I told them as I crouched back to sit on the ground, my back pressed against the car.
Opie was surprised by my words, his eyebrows furrowed and his body moved, so that he could glance inside the car. Seeing what I had, he sat back down and looked at me worried. "She'd never leave her things inside the car, especially not on a cold night," he stated, both of us already knowing what Maddie was like when it came to her belongings.
Glancing between the two men, I had quickly made a decision and knew that we needed to stay cautious and not do anything crazy. Especially, if it would cost Maddie her life and put her in danger. "Slowly, let's get to a window, see if she's alone," I told them.
Without another word, the pair of them gave me a nod and we stalked towards a window. Peering through the window, Tig was the first to look inside and instantly ducked back down. "Shit," he cussed as he pulled out his gun. "She ain't alone," he told us as myself and Opie saw what he did. There was a man stood with his back to her, torture tools in his hands, Maddie was tied to a chair and a small handgun was placed beside the tray. "How should we handle this, brother?" Tig asked me with a hushed tone.
Slipping out my gun, Opie did the same actions too. "Ope, you go around the back," I began to order. "Tig, try and find an open window or something, if not, go find Ope," I suggested and advised him. "I'm going to go to the front door," I informed them of my plan. "Break down the doors," I ordered. "Im gonna knock, but you two get in on 20, got it?" I asked them, trying to make sure that they got everything they needed. They answered with quiet 'Yeah's and nods. "Let's go," I encouraged and we all seperated to do what I had planned.
MPOV
Feeling tired and dizzy, my head spun like it was on an never-ending merry-go-round. My breathing uneven and I tried to grasp onto what was happening to me. He had hit me, punched me, cut me, bruised me, burned me and was now planning to cut me open. His back was to me, gradually, I was gaining conciousness again. A knock on the door made me jolt in my seat. Cocking the gun, the man turned to look at me and held it to my head. "Speak," the man snarled. "But don't be clever," he threatened.
My breath caught in my throat, I tried to clear it and speak clearly. "Who is it?" I asked loudly, curious as to who would be knocking on my door. Praying that it would be my brother, father or anyone from SAMRCO, here to save me. The next sound I heard, was the opening of my door and footsteps coming closer to me.
Turning my head to look at who had entered, my heart stopped and panic, relief and worry mixed up in my emotions. His grey eyes were blue, filled with worry and focus. They flashed to meet mine, a sad look came across his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed and his blonde hair was a mess. His blonde hair touched his black, leather cut and his face was hard as his eyes stared back at my capturer. A gun held in his hands, a SAMCRO hoody on his body and the gun pointed to my capturer's head. Jax...
GPOV
Being placed into a cell, I was only stuck here until they knew if the tart would file charges on me. If she filed charges, things would change and I may end up with another issue biting my ass. "You hungry?" Hale asked me as he slowly approached my cell.
Not feeling in the mood to eat, I was still shaken up about my argument with Clay and I didn't have my cigarettes on me. They had taken all my items of belonging and put them somewhere 'safe'. "Take a smoke," I told him, Hale dug into his pocket and showed me his cigarette box. Taking one out, he handed it to me and I got up to my feet. "Thanks," I thanked him after he lit my cigarette.
Taking a long deep breath of the toxic chemicals, I felt my muslces and body relax from the stress I was under. Shit, Menopause, stress and now marital problems. They don't exactly mix well. I really needed a smoke. Watching him, I realized things about him and it made me smile."What?" Hale asked me with a small smile as I blew out the smoke.
Holding onto the bars, I leaned in a little and kept myself hidden behind the bars. "When you were our paperboy..." I began as I studdied him carefully, waiting for his next reaction to my words. "You had that same goofy haircut," I told him.
Instead of making him angry, or insulted, he took it with a smile and a chuckle escaped him. It was sweet, reminded me of that young and stupid kid that rode past our house. "Yeah," he agreed. "That was a long time ago," he told me, a smile on his face and a look in his eyes as though he was impressed I still remembered.
Smirking to myself, being locked behind cell bars made people think of the past and what had happened to them. My thoughts took me back to the first and last time I had been in here. "The last time I was in here, I was 18 years old," I revealed to him.
This information seemed to spark his interest, his face calm and eyes shone with amusement. "What did they get you for?" he asked me curiously. Which was only normal for a cop, especially one that knew me as he grew up in the town.
Pondering for only a moment, I remembered what the cops had said and the state I was in. "Disorderly conduct," I told him. "I was piss drunk," I stated. "Think there might've been an assault charge involved too," I spoke, not entirely sure what had happened that night and truthfully, I didn't want to remember.
Hale looked away for a moment, mumbling a quiet "Oh," as though he should have known better. "Yeah, well, go figure, huh?" he asked me, knowing that if the assault charge was true when I was 18, it was history repeating itself. Except, this time, I'm sober.
Taking my time, I saw how Hale watched me and stayed silent. As though he was waiting for me to say something. Flicking the ash from the end of my cigarette, I looked to him and decided to ask him a simple question. "What do the feds want with Clay?" I asked, wondering if he'd tell me the truth, or try and test me.
Hale kept his eyes glued to me, testing me and trying to see if with the mood I was in, that I may or may not rat on my husband. Along with my son and men that I loved like family. "What do you think they want him for?" he replied with his own question.
Chosing not to answer him, I stayed silent and studdied him carefully. He was playing a risky card, thinking that I might reveal any information I may know and instead, I chose to keep my lips sealed. "Thanks for the smoke," I said and sat back down on the bed.
The one who restrained me and took me into custody, entered to tell Hale that they were heading out. Hale had answered a small 'Okay' and left to join them, noticing that I would tell him anything. As the gates clanged shut, I sat quietly, stared at the wall and pondered in my thoughts. All while I had a cigarette in my hands, smoke in my lungs and a weird sensation in my stomach.
JPOV
Stepping inside, I was worried for Maddie, her voice sounded croaked when she called out to me. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw that she wasn't alone and wasn't safe. Her blonde hair a mess, her top torn and the white of her top was bloody. Her eyes were a dark brown, scared and worried. Her face was cut, cheeks red from hits and bruises were forming all over her. Peeking from a tare in her top, she had burns and was still wearing the same clothes from last night. Her busted lip, cuts and bruises made me want to rip the asshole apart for hurting her. "Take another step closer, I'll blow her brains out," he said in a thick, sick and velvet like voice.
He was smooth, but I didn't like the look of him. He was a sleek, mysterious man and something with how he looked at me, sent shivers down my spine. His voice made my stomach clench and his threat made my heart drop at the thought of Maddie dead. "Look," I went to try and negotiate calmly. "Let her go, man," I pleaded, not wanting Maddie hurt and in his capture any longer. "You don't want to do this," I tried to convince him.
The guy smirked, the gun pointed to her forehead and if he shot, it would be a perfect kill. Something stuck me that maybe, he had either done this before, or wanted to do it since he was born. "Let me think this through," the guy pondered mockingly. "No," he growled and gave a tilt of his head. "And believe me, I do," he corrected me with an evil smirk.
MPOV
Since Jax's chat, multiple things happened at once. Tig was sneaking up from the side, I could see him from the corner of my eye and when I thought the guy would shoot, Tig punched him in the jaw. The guy stumbled and recovered quickly, taking hold of Tig, he threw him to the ground. The door burst in, Opie came rushing in and went to grab the guy, moving him away from Tig.
Tig tried to get up, Opie was getting hit and Tig restrained him, bringing the guy's arms behind his back in a hold. Jax let the guys fight it out, while Jax tried to get the ropes off me. When I saw Jax stuggle, he pulled out his knife and I flinched. "Jesus Maddie," he cussed as he noticed my reaction. "I'm not going to hurt you," he reassured me. "Give me a minute, the ropes are too tight," he growled as he began to cut me free, as he crouched beside me and kept looking up, to check up on me.
Watching the fight, the guy had head butted Tig, hurting his nose and Opie went to punch the guy in the gut. The man doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach and in that moment, Opie and Tig both had the guy restrained. Jax had got my out of the ropes that held my hands behind my back, but hadn't cut off the ones tied around my legs.
His jaw clenched, his eyes darting between me and the guy. "If we call this in," Jax began as he looked between me and the guy who kidnapped me. "He'll do a few years for aggravated assault," he repeated what I had warned the asshole about. "Then he's gonna be out, free to do this again," he informed me, which sent fear through my veins.
The gun the guy had been holding, which was my gun that I had kept with me in my bag, had been dumped onto the ground during the fight. It was the same gun the guy had been holding to my head. Without deliberation, Jax had looked to me, to see my reaction to what he had said and picked up the gun. Bang. Jax had in a flash, held up my gun and shot the guy between the eyes. Opie and Tig let him go, both of them looking at the body and Jax, surprised. "Holy shit," Opie whispered as he stepped away from the body. What the hell...
JPOV
Killing the man, I felt myself shut down. I had killed a man in cold blood. I didn't have to kill him, but I couldn't let Maddie go through this again. Especially since he was wanting to kill her. I wouldn't allow Maddie to die at the hands of a lunatic that would be thrown in jail. Getting to my knees, I shook as I continued to cut Maddie loose from the ropes around her legs. "What did you do?" Maddie asked me, eyes wide and the color drained from her face.
Truthfully, I didn't want to talk. It ended the right way. Maddie is alive and that guy would no longer be a problem for her. "Protect you," I replied with a shaky voice, my body trembled and my breathing was harsh.
Maddie's eyes were wide, she could hardly look at the guy. When I shot him dead, she jumped and gasped in her seat. "You've just killed a man, Jax," she reminded me, which made me feel sick in my stomach. I was hyperventilating. Shit, am I in shock right now?
Hearing her remind me of the crime I had committed, I looked to her and glared. "You don't think I know that?" I questioned her through gritted teeth, not liking how she spoke to me like I was a child. "Shit, I did this for you," I whispered to myself, but I knew the others heard me. "To save you," I stated my motives.
Tig and Opie had moved away from the body the moment I shot him dead. It was instict. I had to kill him, to save and protect Maddie. It was either him, or her. And I would never let it be her. "What do we do now?" Tig asked as he stayed where he stood. Judging by how we all were, we must have all been in shock.
Tig was waiting for my command, for my orders and I didn't know what to do from here. "I don't know," I mumbled, feeling ashamed and sick. Life is precious. Maddie means more to me than I believed she did. I can't live in a world without her.
Setting her free, Maddie rubbed at her wrists and feet. Gently, she got to her feet and groaned from the ache of doing the simple action. "I do," Maddie said as she began to walk, gradually, each step she took, she began faster and stronger.
"Maddie wait. What are you-" I went to ask, she had moved to get a cloth from a drawer and wiped it against the gun she had picked up as she walked. Surprising me, I wasn't sure what she had planned and what she was doing.
Moving to face Opie, Tig and the body, her back was turned to me. but my eyes watched her curiously. "Pick him up and place him near the wall, make him stand up," she ordered as she wiped the gun, clearing it of whatever she was taking off. "Do it," she ordered after Tig asked her a 'What?' but she wasn't going to let them ask her questions.
Doing as she said, Tig and Opie took the guy, each by one arm and moved him closer to the wall and had him standing on his feet. Holding up the gun, she aimed and shot him in the leg. Surprising us, Opie and Tig moved the body back where he landed when I killed him. Maddie gave them these instructions too, performing some sort of plan I didn't know of. "I'm not letting you get caught," she said as she turned to look at me. "We're doing this my way," she said before she placed the gun to her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
Tig was stunend by all that had happened tonight and truthfully, I couldn't blame him. It had been eventful and crazy. "Jesus," he cussed as he looked around, his blue eyes darting around the dark room. "You're all crazy," he told us, which made me want to laugh, if it weren't for all that happened and for the fact I had killed a man.
Noticing her skin peeking out from the material that was supposed to conceal her, I slid off my cut and pulled my hoody, up and over my head. "Here," I said as I handed it to her, looking to me, she pursed her lips and stared down at the body.
When I offered her my hoody, she glanced at my hands and smiled. Taking it from me, I could see kind gratitude in her eyes. "Thanks," she whispered to me softly. "Call Unser, tell him to come here, that there's been a murder and kidnapping," she ordered of us, which we agreed to do with nods of our heads. "That, I'll explain everything," she added.
We stayed silent for a moment, witnessing the scene and taking it all in for a moment. "A'ight," I agreed and placed my arm around her waist, holding her closely to my side. Tucking her in my hold and shielding her from this mess. "Let's get you somewhere warm, away from here," I suggested as I nod to Tig, for him to make the call.
Moving away from the scene, we manouvered to walk past Opie, but he placed a hand over my heart. Staring into my eyes, I could tell he was just as concerned for his sister, as I was. "I got this," he told me. Letting her go, Opie took over my place and guided her to what I believed, was her room. Shit...I just killed a man for her.
MPOV
Unser arrived with a few other people, some were cops taking pictures and Hale was beside him, writing the statement. I had requested for Jax, Opie and Tig to stay in the room with me. That way, I felt safer in their company. "Last night, I came home, I went to bend over to get my blazer that was in the back seat," I began the story from the events that happened recently. "When I got up, something hit my head hard," I told them. "I was unconcious when the man took me into my house, using my keys and tied me to a chair," I informed them.
Unser kept a straight and sad face, I knew he believed me and I saw the pitty in his eyes. "He tortured me," I told them, Opie had his arm wrapped around me as we sat on the end of my bed. "He wanted to kill me for what I did to his brother," I stated what the man's motives were, which would bring up multiple questions.
Hale's eyes glanced up at me, curious and questioning. "What did you do to him?" Hale asked me as he kept his eyes on me. His pencil working away to write down all I was saying. His tone was low, accusing and I knew he didn't believe I was working with the law, like he did.
Deciding to tell them the truth, I gave Hale a look, showing him I felt insulted by his judgement. "He was a murderer and a theif, a guy I had to try and protect," I began. "To prove innocent, when every piece of evidence was pointing him as guilty," I reminded him of what it meant to be a lawyer. "He got locked up, so his brother came looking for me," I stated.
Hale went back to writing, evidently, I had proved him wrong and made him silence himself. "Eventually, he found out where I lived, where I worked and who my family were," I listed what the guy had known about me. "Threatened me," I stated. "Took pictures of me to show me he was watching," I informed them of how he stalked me.
Jax was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and his eyes watching me questioningly. He was surprised to be hearing this information, as was all the others that were in the room. "How long has this been happening?" Unser asked me.
There was no way I could lie to them, but I knew that what I would say would make the others angry for keeping this from them. Either way, both the police department and the MC members would be angered with me keeping this secret. "A little over a month now, before I moved back to Charming," I spoke, ashamed and hid my eyes away from Jax's intense stare.
Hale seemed surprised and concerned. As were all of the others in the room, present with me. This was happening, all under their noses. "Why didn't you tell us?" Hale asked me. "We could of handled the situation," he assured me, but I doubted that he could have done anything.
Glancing up at him, he was speaking as though I knew who the man was that stalked me. "I didn't know who was following me," I corrected them. "I had no proof as to who it could be," I spoke logically. "Usually, I contact my family everyday to tell them how I'm doing and to see how they were," I stated. "Opie noticed it, Jax sensed me being in danger and they found me," I concluded.
The cops stared at me, fishing for more information and judging by their silence, I knew that they weren't going to leave until I told them every detail I knew. "The man had a gun pointed to my head," I sighed. "They broke in, tried to fight him off and unarm him," I spoke, glancing at those from SAMCRO.
Pausing, my bottom lip trembled and my sight was beginning to become blurry. Tears were forming in my eyes and it was hard to control my emotions, the images of what happened ran in my head and sank into my conscience. "Take your time, Maddie," Unser comforted me.
Opie noticed my tears, taking hold of my head, he pulled me into a hug and hid my face into his shoulder. "Hey, it's okay," he tried to hush me, to stop me from crying. "I got you," he comforted me. "You're safe now," he assured me.
Wiping away my tears, I looked back to Unser and Hale, pulling away from Opie. Jax looked at me with sad and pained eyes. "Thank you," I whispered to the cops. "Anyway, somewhere between the fight, Opie had been hit and was on the floor. Tig tried to fight against my attacker," I twisted the story a little. "But the guy kept winning," I lied, but it was convincing enough, judging by the tears building up and my lip trembling from holding the tears back.
I had the perfect story, which would explain everything and keep Jax out of jail. "Jax tried to get me out of my restraints," I told them what Jax's part in the story was. "When I was free, I grabbed my gun and tried to save my brother," I cried. "The attacker was uncontrollable, he couldn't stop and he had hurt both Opie and Tig," I spoke through a tear filled voice. "They were both on the ground, injured from the fight," I wasn't entirely lying, but it wasn't the truth either. "He was coming after me, to kill me," I partially lied. "So, I shot him," I hadn't lied either.
The way Hale looked at me, I knew he was going to quiz me, to see if I was lying or telling the truth. "Where?" he asked me. Nice try Hale, but I won't rat who really killed him and I won't fall for this trap.
"First in the leg, but he kept walking towards me," I told them. "He was about to kill me," I cried. "I could see it in his eyes," I spoke with fear and sadness in my voice, tears fell from my eyes and collided with my jeans. "He promised me he'd kill me," I nformed them. "So, I aimed and shot him in the head," I summarized what the ending for the guy was like. "Next thing I know, I was trembling and he was dead," I sobbed, cowering and hiding my face into Opie's face. "I was so scared," I said to them.
I changed the story, to make it seem like I had killed the guy in self defence and to protect my life, along with those of who I loved. "Thank you for your time," Unser said. "We'll handle this," he assured me. "Do you want us to call an ambulance?" he asked, fumbling for words. "For any of you?" he questioned as he looked around the room, but everyone declined. "It will take a few days to clear this up, investigate further and to file the report," Unser told me.
Gulping down my tears, I tried to look strong and confident at Unser and Hale. "I don't want anyone here," I told them. "I don't need an ambulance," I assured them, knowing that the boys were good enough at cleaning my wounds. "I want to be anywhere where a Son is," I spoke as I requested what I wanted from the cops. "With them, I feel safe," I said as I glanced at Jax.
He gave me a small, pursed lipped smile and a nod of his head. Hale had finished writing up the statement I had given, I knew that now, the boys would follow that story and effectively, they didn't need to give their statements to the police. "As you see fit, Miss Winston," Hale spoke with a nod of his head.
Without another word, Unser and Hale left the room and Tig went to shut the door. "Take her back to the clubhouse," Jax was already making orders, which was strange to see, as all he was, was a VP. It made me curious as to what happened with Clay.
Tig had looked directly at Jax, after all that happpened, Tig thought it best to chew gum in that very moment. "Chibs, Juice and the Prospect are busy tonight," he stated, which made me wonder why they spoke of things that felt like it was club business.
As we waited for Unser, dad had called Opie and asked him to visit him at the cabin. "Yeah, and the old man called me, wants us to head to the cabin," Opie informed the others, which made Jax have to try and find a way for someone to escort me back to the clubhouse.
Not needing to ponder or decide, Tig had already decided for Jax and myself. "I'll take her to the clubhouse," Tig spoke of me, as though I wasn't here and present in the room. "I'll get Bobby in on it," he told Jax and Opie.
Before they could move, I spoke up and decided to thank them. "Thank you boys," I said to them, giving them small smiles and Tig offered me a kiss on the cheek. Offering me a smile, he said 'It was nothin', Princess.' Getting to my feet, to join the others, I moved to Jax and wrapped my arms around him tightly.
My face was tucked into his shoulder, while his head was burried in mine. Both of us lost in this vulnerable, crazy moment. "Thank you for saving me Jax," I whispered as I moved my head a little to speak into his ear. "I know this must have been hard on you," I sympathized.
Jax's arms were wrapped around my waist, my hands were gripping his back tightly, holding him flush against me. "You didn't have to do this," he whispered in return, the pair of us stood on the spot and not moving.
Hearing what he said, it made my heart sink and although, it was wrong for me to lie to the cops, it was worse for me to let Jax take the blame for saving me. "I couldn't stand the thought of you in prison," I told him a quiet voice. Pulling away slightly, Jax was the one to slowly let go, to look at my face and stare into my eyes.
The way he stared into my eyes, his features soft, eyes sad and there was something else in them. It slid down into my soul. What it felt like, was love and adoration mixed together in his gaze. We were so close, I felt like our lips could almost touch. I could smell him, feel him, taste him, see him for who he was and I was deep in the moment.
My heart was pounding, but as Jax's eyes flashed away from me, I knew instantly that he had seen my brother staring at us. Pulling out of his hold, I let him go and took a step back. Turning to Opie, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. "Take care," Opie encouraged me. "I love you sis," he told me as he placed a gentle kiss to my cheek.
Tig had left after I hugged Jax, Tig made his way outside and I believed it was so he could call Bobby. "I will and be careful," I assured Opie as I pulled away and smiled up at him. Sadness in my eyes, knowing that he must have suffered from all this too. "Love you too brother," I whispered after I reached on my tip-toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Grabbing a few things, I dumped them in a bag and we walked outside. Meeting up with Tig, we got on the bikes, Tig handed me his helmet and we rode off in seperate directions. Jax looked at me, gave me a small, sad smile and a nod before we rode off.
JPOV
Myself and Opie made our way to visit Piney, we had seen Bobby had already made it close enough to the clubhouse, to be with Maddie and Tig, but it wasn't long until we were inside the cabin and keeping Piney company. "So, Nate called," he began to tell us. "He wants to make a deal on the rest of those AKs," he told us.
Piney had paused to let all the information sink into our minds. "Russell knows nobody'll touch 'em," he said in his rough and scratchy voice. "Ten grand for all 36," he told us, which made me freeze for a moment and almost have a heart attack.
These guys were now playing with us, seeing as they did illegal shit and now tried to get our guns for less money than they were worth. "Shit," I cussed. "Those guns are worth 10 times that," I growled, knowing the amount it should be. Sighing, I knew we didn't have many options and if we didn't set a meet, there would never be a way to lure them out and do what needed to be done. "A'ight, set it up," I told them. "Me and Ope will make the run," I already began to make the plans.
As quick as a flash, Piney spoke over me without hesitation. "No, you can't go without me," he demanded as he got to his feet. "They won't trust you," he told me as he looked directly at me and straightened up on the spot.
Taking a few steps away from Opie, I needed to know honestly how he felt about what we had to do. "You're okay tying up this loose end?" I asked him, checking to see if he wanted or needed the support, or a chance to get out of it.
Not needing to think about it, he looked me directly in the eyes. His eyes dark and filled with coldness. His tone of voice was rough and serious as he spoke. "You know, you don't have to ask me that," he told me, already giving me his answer in his eyes.
Feeling intimidated by him, I felt weak and small in comparison to him. "A'ight," I whispered, afraid of what Piney was capable of doing, even to his own friends. Shit...he'd be willing to kill and blow up his best friends. I don't think I'd have the balls to do that to Opie or any of my brothers...
GPOV
Sitting crosslegged on the bed, I heard the door to the cells get unlocked and the bars slowly squeaked opened. Glancing at the figure stood by the door, I saw it was Clay and he silently entered, step by step. "Hale says you don't want bail posted," he told me when we were alone and he had enough of staring at me in silence.
Fiddling with my boots, I didn't want to look up at him. Not because I was angry, but because I was hurt by the betrayal, the humiliation and the unfaithfulness. "That's right," I mumbled, agreeing with this statement. "Just need a little me time," I told him, trying to find the right excuse to tell him.
Clay was watching me, there were times I'd look up at him, but it wasn't for long. It hurt to look at him for too long. "Well, uh," he fumbled for the words to say. "I'll stay at the clubhouse," he told me. "I don't want you in here," he stated, as though these words of caring would wash all the hurt away.
"I don't give a shit what you want," I spat at him as I looked up at him, it wasn't loud, but it wasn't pleasant either. I didn't want him here and I didn't care about what he thought. I'm stuck in here, until I'm stuck in here.
Still upset about it all, Clay sighed and looked away. "Right," he mumbled, taking the hint that I wasn't forgiving him that easily. "I can't take back what happened," he began to tell me. "It should never have gone down like this," he said in a sad tone. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "Won't happen again," he reassured me. "I promise," he spoke, as though that was good enough and as though that would make me forgive him.
What he did next surprised me more than I would have imagined. Doing what I never thought I'd see him do, he turned his back to me and sat himself down. His back leaning against the bars of the door. "What are you doing?" I asked him, as he spoke, my body shivered and my heart was crumbling at his words.
The strangling sensation was wrapped around my neck, threatening the tears to spill out of my eyes. Except, I wouldn't allow myself to do that and not in-front of Clay. "You're staying," he stated. "So am I," he spoke stubbornly, as though I needed a companion to sit with me while I was locked behind the pale bars.
Deciding to tell him what was going on with me, he needed to know what was wrong with me and why I may have been this emotional. "I'm going through menopause, Clay," I revealed to him. "You know what that means?" I asked him as I fiddled with the leather of my boots.
Clay's head swayed a little from side to side, as though he understood and the way he spoke, it made me feel like he truly cared. "Means things are changing," he noted. I mumbled a soft and quiet 'Yeah,' in agreement. "You know what doesn't change?" Clay asked me out of the blue. "The love I got for you," Clay told me as his voice shook and his breathing was uneven.
His words tore a hole in my heart, made me realize how much he truly meant what he said and made me soften to the very touch. Holding back my tears, I could sense Clay was holding his back too. "Go home," I told him kindly. "Just...pick me up in the morning," I suggested and hoped that he'd listen to me. Sniffing, he got to his feet and left me alone. Crying to myself, I was hurt, but I knew I could never be mad at Clay. I love him...
JPOV
The sound of the door opening got all of our attentions away from the guns we were cleaning and loading. Chibs was laughing and I had moved to Clay to give him a hug. "Welcome back, bro," I greeted him. "Well, feds trashed the clubhouse...but the search turned up nothin'," I began to tell him all that went down. Clay had taken a seat and got comfortable. "We got the guns out," I informed him.
Not a second after finishing what I went to say, Chibs spoke up and went to correct me. "Oh, wait a minute," he stopped me quickly. "Jackie Boy got all the guns out," Chibs told Clay with a wink and point in my direction.
What Chibs had done, was give me all the credit. Somehow, I felt more relaxed and not as nervous as I thought I should have been. Considering how it had been a long, stressfull and shitty day. "Good," Clay spoke, pleased with me handling things. Sighing, Clay rubbed at his forhead and looked more stressed than I was in that moment. "ATF's got shit. It's all smoke," he told us.
Chibs went back to cleaning and preparing the guns for tomorrow morning. "Yeah, they were onto the oil barrels," Chibs told Clay.
This was going to be a new problem for us, seeing as I wasn't there and I hadn't seen them take any of the oil barrels. "Yeah, well, we'll just have to find a smarter way...to get the guns in, is all," he was already stating what needed to be done. "By the time the warehouse is rebuilt, we'll be a distant memory for the AT and F," he grumbled tiredly.
Grabbing a drink for both me and Clay, I knew that we were the ones that were under the most stress today. Although, Piney had more than enough drinks while he was in the cabin and was now asleep in the cabin bedroom. "Mom home?" I asked Clay as I handed him the drink.
Opening our lids, I dumped them on the table and took a long gulp of the alcohol. Untensing my muscles and hopefully, it would make me not want to be with Maddie for a little while. "She wouldn't let me post bail," Clay grumbled.
Hearing this, we all paused for a second and burst out laughing. There was only one reason my mom wouldn't want bail posted. And we all knew exactly what that reason was. "Shit," I laughed. "She is pissed!" I stated and this made all the others chuckle.
Clay took a sip, his eyes hidden away and his lips pursed. Nodding, I could tell he felt guilty and upset about the whole situation. "Yeah," Clay mumbled. "That she is," he agreed with me. It made me feel a little sorry for him, but he had slept with another woman and mom unluckily found out.
Deciding to change the subject for him, I now wanted to discuss what we were dealing with now. To me, it was like ticking a mental check-list. "Well, we're handling Meineke and his crew," I told him. "Piney set up a meet for tomorrow," I informed him of the plan. "We're gonna clean this up," I assured him.
Clay looked like he was in pain. "You know what?" he began with a question. "I'm tired...and my head hurts," he started to list everything that was wrong with him. "And you'll handle it," he spoke confidently. Indicating that I had it under-control, as did the others around the table with me. "I'm just gonna...crash here tonight," he told us.
Getting to his feet, he walked past everyone. This was myself, Opie, Chibs, Juice and Half-Sack. "Talk in the daylight?" I asked him, as he dragged his feet along the floor and stomped at random times. Exhausted from the long day, along with the tension he had building from my mom and the feds.
Clay looked over his shoulder to glance at me from the corner of his eye. "In the daylight," he agreed and repeated what I had said. Moving to the spare bedroom, he shut the door behind him and went to sleep.
After a little over half an hour, I had helped out with the guns and noticed that it was getting late. "Hey, you guys got this, right?" I asked them, they all mumbled quiet 'Yeah's and offered me silent nods. "I'm gonna head back, go see the kid and sleep at the clubhouse," I told them. "A'ight?" I questioned, everyone else didn't need to say much.
The real reason I wanted to leave, was to go visit Maddie and see if she got patched up. Worried about her, I felt the need to be beside her and protect her from anything else that tried to hurt her. "I'll go with you, Donna must be waiting and ripping her hair out," Opie said as he got to his feet and joined me. The others said their goodbye's to us as we walked out, got on our bikes and rode back to the ones we loved.
MPOV
Reading a book, I had changed into comfortable sleeping clothes, and sat with my hair up in a messy bun. My legs were crossed Indian style, and I couldn't help but be deep in the story I held in my hands. "Hey," Jax's voice surprised me as he opened the door without knocking.
He looked like he'd been through a lot, which wasn't surprising. When I got here, Bobby cleaned me up, with the help of Tig and I had also spent some time with them. Tig held me in his arms, gave me kisses on my temple and comforted me the best he could. He had also allowed me to do what I wanted to keep my mind off what happened. Bobby would offer me food and drinks.
Eventually, I told them I was going to have a shower and try and get some rest. Startling me, I sat up and placed the book to one side. "Oh," I spoke, surprised to see him back so early. "I hope you don't mind me spending the night in your room," I said shyly as I looked around his room. "Do you?" I asked him.
Jax shrugged out of his cut and placed it on the chair. "Nah, it's fine," he assured me. "Ain't like we haven't slept in the same bed before," he reminded me, which wasn't an indication of when we had been sleeping around together. Opie would invite Jax for sleepovers, so I would join in and we'd share the same bed. "What have you been doin' while I was away?" Jax asked me curiously.
Pulling off his shirt, I was surprised to see him bare-chested again. Over the years I had been away from him, he'd grown more muscles and was more tonned. "Well, the feds trashed the place," I said after I licked my lips and hid my eyes away from him. I could already feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Jax went to say something, smirking and I instantly knew what it was. "But, you already knew that," I mumbled. "So, I fixed up Opie's room and your room," I told him honestly. "Where's my dad?" I asked him curiously.
When I got back, my father was nowhere to be found and he wasn't answering my calls either. Jax stayed silent for a few moments, watching me before he moved to sit at the end of his bed. "He's somewhere safe," Jax assured me as he looked to me. "Let's just say..." he drifted as he tried to find the right words. "A deal we made went south, okay?" he suggested, giving me enough information to know that my dad could be in trouble, so he's kept under to be protected.
Nodding I didn't need to verbally agree and every so often, I would at his back. The tattoo had always suited him, more than it suited my brother and Kyle. Jax knew how to wear it and he wore it proudly. "What's this?" Jax asked me, pulling me away from my gazing at his back. Blinking a few times, I tried to recover from my dazed state and looked at what he was pointing to.
He was pointing at the drawers that were on the ground, the huge structure had fallen over, the clothes were everyhwere and the whole room was trashed. Some things were broken and it made me wonder which federal agent Jax might have pissed off. "I couldn't set it back together, but..." I told him. "I did try, and I folded up your clothes neatly," I stated, trying to show him that I had attempted it, but I wasn't strong enough to tilt it back into place.
Jax had kept pictures on the mirror in his room, ones that were of our times. He had placed pictures of when we were kids, of him and Thomas at the beach. He had one of me on Opie's wedding and some others that were just for his own musings. "Thanks," Jax thanked me as he glanced at the pictures on the mirror.
Getting to his feet, he began to lift up the structure and place it to be pressed against the wall. "Why didn't you ask Bobby or Tig to help you?" he asked me, his muscles flexed under his skin and he groaned as he pushed it to place. Licking my lips, I quickly looked away when he turned to look at me. Shrugging, I bowed my head and kept silent. "Doesn't matter," he mumbled. "I can fix it," he stated. "So, is Opie's room sleep-able?" he questioned as he picked up the drawers and placed them into the structure that held them securely.
His question made me wonder why he would want to know. Studying him carefully, I tried to ignore the way my heart sped up at watching him fix the drawers back into place. "Yeah," I replied. "Why?" I asked him, my eyebrows furrowed and my eyes fixed on him.
I was hidden under the covers, sitting up, I wore a thin top and my bra. I wore short-shorts because thankfully, it was warm inside the clubhouse. "Nothin'," Jax mumbled as he fixed the last drawer in place. "Just to give you some privacy," he shrugged, turning to look at me and stood on his feet. "I'll crash in his room for tonight," he said as he reached over to pick up his cut, digging into a pocket, he pulled out his box of cigarettes and lighter.
Feeling like I was intruding, I felt a sick feeling run up and down my body. "Jax," I called to him before he could open the door and leave. "Please, stay the night, I don't want to be alone," I pleaded to him, looking away as he turned to look at me. Stopping in his tracks, when he stayed silent, I looked up at him and smiled. "Besides, you've seen every private part of me before," I teased jokingly.
Jax chuckled and looked down. Smiling to himself, when he looked up at me, he smirked and walked towards the bed slowly. "You and I both know that was years ago," he spoke with a cheeky smile, a teasing tone laced his voice. "But, because you don't want to be alone..." he drifted as he deliberated what to do. "I'll stay," he told me.
Giggling, he had sat down at the end of the bed and watched me. The pair of us staring at one another, silent and smiling. It was beginning to be painful, seeing as I couldn't help but be happy when I was around him. Tapping the free side on the bed, his side of the bed, he laughed and got up. Taking his shoes and socks off, he then took off his pants and slid into the bed with his white underwear on.
I had pulled the covers back for him to get in, when he manouvered to get in, I snuggled up and laid my head on his chest. My arm slung over his torso and his arm wrapped around my back, his fingers touching my waist. The only sounds were our breathing and heartbeats. A warmth surrounding us, like we were in our own little bubble and I felt at peace. "Why didn't you tell me someone was stalking you?" Jax asked me after a few moments of us peacefully wrapped around one another.
Sighing, he hadn't ruined the moment, but it was difficult to talk about. "Well, because..." I went to say, but drifted as I couldn't find the right words to say. "I didn't know what to say," I said with a shrug. "Still don't," I told him. Looking up at him, he moved his head a little so he could stare into my eyes.
Jax looked at me surprised, as though he heard those words before. "Yeah, I know how that can feel," Jax said as he relaxed a little from the confusion that ran through him. Snuggling up to him once more, I rest my head against his chest and listened to his gently beating heart. "You know, we're eventually gonna have to talk about it," Jax sighed as he rested his chin against the top of my head.
Confused by what he had meant, I wasn't sure if he was talking of the stalker or of something else. Looking up at him again, my eyebrows furrowed and my lips scrunched up slightly in confusion as I stared at him. "What happened between you and me," Jax explained what he had meant. "Why you didn't come see me when you'd visit," he reminded me of what I had been delaying for too long.
Sighing, I rested my head against his chest for a final time. Snuggling up to him as I laid on my side and relaxed close to him. "I know," I sighed. "But not tonight," I told him, he simply gave me a nod and his other hand reached up and held mine. His fingertips brushing against the flesh of my hand. "Thank you for saving me Jackson," I whispered, repeating myself to him and resting my eyes for a moment. Feeling Jax sigh, he leaned his head down and lightly pressed his lips to the top of my head.
JPOV
My vision was blurred, blinking a few times, my vision cleared up and I then felt a warm body wrapped around me. When I moved my head slightly, I saw that the one in my arms was none other than Maddie. Remembering all that had happened, I hated the image of her bruised up, cut and hurt by the asshole who stalked her. Her eyes shut, locks tangled and tucked under her ear, her head resting over my chest and arm wrapped around my torso. Holding her hand, my other arm held her to me and I had never felt so peaceful.
She had always been beautiful in my eyes, but seeing her in this state, tore my heart to shreds. In that very second, that very breath and glance, I vowed to keep her safe. I promised that something like that would never happen to her again. Enjoying having her so close, I laid my head back and glanced around the room. There were things that had broken, Maddie had cleared up my room more than I had expected. Although, she had always been clean and co-ordinated, ever since she was a child.
Thoughts of last night ran in my mind, of how Maddie was hurt, how she was held at gunpoint and how she could have been killed. When Maddie cleaned the gun, shot the guy and left the scene, I didn't know why she'd done that. But when Unser arrived and took her statement, it all made sense. Maddie had proved how clever she was and I was impressed. She had taken the blame, made it look like a crime scene that would back her story and it would be a statement that she killed him in self defence.
She had wiped my fingerprints away, hiding the evidence that I used it and placed her fingerprints on the gun. She had also shot him, so that her story seemed believable. She took the blame for me and I had killed a man for her. The thought of it all was mindblowing, but depressing when it came to how she fell for whatever they'd call the crime. Breathing in deeply, I glanced down at Maddie. She looked peaceful.
Watching her, it made me feel at peace and in all truth, I didn't want to move from that very spot. I would of waited for her to wake up, made her breakfast and tended to her needs. Knowing that all of the troubles of last night, had took a toll on her too. Except, all I wanted to do were impossible. I needed to leave to meet with Piney and Opie. So, carefully, I got out of her hold and slid out of bed. Her skin was warm, soft and she curled up to the pillow as I moved away from her.
Slipping into Opie's room, I showered and returned to my room. Maddie was still asleep, a small smile curving the corners of her lips and the way she looked, it would have took my breath away. If only it weren't for the reminder of what happened to her last night, which made my heart drop and stomach clench with guilt. Getting changed, I tried to be as silent as possible, as to not wake her and left her to sleep peacefully. I should of escorted her back to her house that night...
PPOV
We had set up the meeting point, outside somewhere and where it was secluded. Russ and Nate were beside me, Opie on one side of the truck and me on the other. Some of our guns were in the bag, but not all of them were. In some other bags, we had explosives in the guns and grain in the other bags. "We're not idiots. We weren't followed," Jax spat at Russ who had been checking to see if we brought anyone along.
Russ didn't seem to want to argue, so he took Jax's word for it and moved towards the bags. Sniffing it, he pulled a face of disgust. "It smells like shit," he complained.
"Long story," Opie sighed and grumbled to Russ.
Fiddling with my knife, I had some doubts about killing Nate and the others, but then I remembered the innocents, the issues we were having with the guns and almost getting caught. "They're all here," I told him. "Three dozen," I spoke as I dug my knife into the bag that held the guns inside. "Cut open a bag. You can check for yourself, if you like," I encouraged.
Russ checked the bag and saw some of the guns we were giving them. Whistling, a few men came out from the bushes and were talking, all while they took the bags from the truck and to their vehicles. Jax and Russ exchanged words, while Russ handed him the envelope with money inside it. "Sorry about how this went down. I wanted to tell you, but Russ thought it best not to," Nate apologized.
Wanting to forgive him, I simply couldn't not after all that had happened between us and how he almost cost me my freedom. "Well, that Russ-" I grumbled. "He always was a big thinker," I commented and chuckled falsely.
Men were picking up the sacks and taking them with them, placed over their shoulder and making their way to their cars. "He's a good kid," Nate stood up for his son. "Just a little excitable. Believes in the cause," he assured me.
This then had me wondering, what his plan was and if this was the best option for him. Considering all we had gone through back in Vietnam, to me it didn't seem logical. "And this is your retirement plan?" I asked. "Hiding out in some bunker?" I questioned. "You got anybody up there with you? Family, women, kids?" I inquired, thinking of those we may be putting in danger too.
Shaking his head, he began to answer me calmly. "Nah. Frank and Russ's boys," Nate began to tell me. "They're gonna lie low till the heat dies down," he informed me. "Got some people waiting for us in Mexico," he told me their mock-worthy plan.
"Mexico?" I repeated what he had said questioningly. "You're gonna be running this revolution from Acapulco, huh?" I asked him and chuckled. "Hey. Come on," I said, trying to make him relax and not feel insulted by my words. "You, uh...take care of yourself, friend," I advised falsely, no longer using 'brother,' as he had lost that title.
Giving him one last hug, I wrapped my arms around him tightly and felt my face fall. This man survived Vietnam, only to die out of his foolish actions. We had most of our life out there, hiding in bunkers and platoons, killing people and fighting for our lives. We ain't as young as we used to be. But I ain't that foolish, he should have been wiser.
Watching him leave, he took what was left at the back of the truck. When he was far enough from us, Jax walked to us and closed the tail of the truck. "Well, there, uh...ain't no innocents with them," I told them. With a nod from Jax, me and Opie climbed into the truck. Jax got on his bike and sat there silently. Waiting for a few moments, Opie pressed the buttons and explosions sounded from where we were.
Shutting my door, I got comfortable and felt a part of me crumble. But, I knew it was for the best, as Nate had cost us too much and went against what we, as a club, believed in. Jax started his engine, rode towards us and stoped by my side of the truck. "All this shit landed on your back, you handled it pretty damn good, kid," I told him.
I appreciated all he had done for me and the club. How he kept everything moving and saved us all from jail. He had multiple things to handle, such things as my issue with Nate, the Niners not wanting to buy, the feds searching the place, Clay kept for questioning and getting the guns out of the warehouse. "Thanks, old man," Jax replied with a small smile. Riding off, we drove back to the clubhouse and he went to meet with Trammel.
JPOV
Driving away from what we had done, I felt strange and in a weird way, I was proud of myself. Although, I was still feeling weary after what happened with Maddie's stalker. In the end, I knew it was all worth it. She was safe and she was alive. To me, that was all that mattered. "I heard Clay got cleared of everything," Trammel said after I parked up beside him and handed him the envelope of cash.
It was sad to know that the assholes we sold the guns to had killed Trammel's friend, but we had done what needed to be done and we needed to make amends with Trammel. "Yeah," I replied. "Thanks for the heads-up," I thanked him on behalf of all of us in the club. "There's a little gratitude bump in the envelope," I informed him.
"Okay," Trammel mumbled softly, I could sense he was growing tired of this and it made me worry for our connections with him. With our trust in him and I felt sad that he was in this and that there was no way out for him. At least, not now and not ever. Not until either one of us was dead.
Taking off my sunglasses, I needed to find a way to make him be better with us, as a club. "The guys that killed your friend," I began to say. "It's been taken care of," I told him truthfully. "Shit like that won't happen again," I assured him. "We together here?" I asked him.
Trammel placed the envelope to one side and looked up at me. "Yeah," he informed me with a nod of his head. "One big happy family," he mocked as he pursed his lips and started the car. Riding off, I decided now was a good time to go visit the kid at St. Thomas. After, I'd go check up on Maddie and get back to work at Teller-Morrow.
GPOV
Exiting the cell, I was handed my belongings and I left to find Clay. Wondering if he had returned to pick me up, I felt my heart stop when I saw him there. Patiently, he was waiting, sat down and at me as I approached him. "Been waiting long?" I asked him.
Stopping in my tracks, he sat there, staring at me like I was the only woman in the world. The only one that mattered to him. "All my life, baby," he told me, all seriousness in his expression and voice. Making my way towards him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned in.
Pressing soft, gentle and sweet kisses. Our eyes were shut, mouths tender and heartbeats quick. His body flush against mine as he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, pulling me in close. Kissing him, felt like the first time. Pulling away, Clay took hold of one of my hands and brushed it lightly. "Oh, Jesus," he grumbled as we both caught sight of the whore he slept with. "Stupid bitch," Clay snarled. "I'm sorry," he appologized to me.
Clay went to go talk to her, possibly to scold her for being here. "No, no. I got it," I stopped him before he could go over to her. "No skateboards. Promise," I assured him. Walking over to the girl, we began talking about what she wanted. She told me she wanted what Clay and I had, except she wanted it with Eddie, only Eddie. She was here for only him and judging by her fondness, she wanted to be his old lady. "You so much as flash a pretty grin at him...I will jam my fist so far up your bony ass, your cup size will double," I threatened her about her interactions with Clay.
The girl seemed sincere about the Prospect, like she really did want him and only him. She may be a crow eater, but not all of us can become old lady's on the first try. Not like me and Luann, although, we were the founders too. "Is that how your rack got to be that size?" the girl questioned teasingly.
Scoffing, normally, I would have laughed and joked along with her. I was still hurt and it wasn't the right conversation to be making jokes about. Sighing, I gave her a look that questioned her, wondering if that was a challenge. "Not a good time to be clever," I warned her.
She silenced like a pet on a leash. "Yes, ma'am," she agreed. "I promise, I'm clear of your man," she assured me. "Not even a smile," she paraphrased my words and made me smirk at her. She's interesting, I'll give her that.
Examining the damage I had done to her, it seemed to be bandaged up and set for it to heal the way it should. "You'll heal okay," I assured her. Knowing that what I did, may have been out of line, but at the time I was angry and I needed to relieve the emotions that built inside of me.
A small smile formed on her face, her brown eyes looked chestnut in the sunlight. "Yeah?" she questioned. "And you?" she asked me, knowing of the damage she had caused between me and my marriage.
Not needing to give her all the details, I knew my wounds would heal and especially after Clay's promise. "I'll be fine," I assured her and walked away from her. Sighing, I felt weird after that interaction with the woman who slept with my husband, but now wanted to sleep around with the Prospect.
Clay had a bright smile as I made my way towards him, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses he wore. But, his eyebrows bounced and wiggled suggestively. "Work everything out?" he asked me and I instantly could read his mind.
Feeling a little playful, there wasn't a single chance on earth me and her would fully be friends. Seeing as what happened with her and my husband still left a mark. "Relax," I ordered of him playfully. "A threesome ain't gonna happen," I stated as I made my way towards him.
Clay's face fell, he tried to act serious, but he couldn't hide anything from me. "Did I say anything about a threesome?" he asked me in a dull and caught-in-the-lie tone. Trying hard not to laugh, I stopped in-front of him and furrowed my eyebrows.
He went to point at me and tell me some other lie. "You are so transparent," I stopped him from saying anything else. It was written on his face, he wanted a threesome and wasn't getting one. Not anytime soon. "Take me home," I ordered of him.
Stepping away from me, he moved to the bike handles and pulled off my helmet. "Yes, ma'am," he answered with a smirk on his face. Feeling better, he handed me my helmet and I placed it on my head. Climbing on after him, he started the engine and we rode off back to the house. Jesus, I need a shower and a change of clothes.
JPOV
Reaching the floor my son was on, the elevator bell dings as the door flew opened. A nurse stepped out of the elevator before I could, giving her a kind smile and made my way to visit my son. "Hey, you okay?" Tara asked me as she spotted me enter.
Confused, I didn't know why she'd ask me this. She didn't know about the murder, so she didn't need to know about how I was. "Yeah," I stated. "Why?" I asked her, unsure as to why she'd ask me this question with such demand.
Stopping in-front of me, she placed her hands on her hips and stared at me as though I was lying. "I was going past the clubhouse yesterday," she told me this random information that I wasn't interested in. "I saw all these cops," she explained.
Instantly, I knew what she was talking about. The boys had told me how they were facing the floor when the feds came to trash the place. "Aw, that was a bunch of bullshit," I grumbled. "Got this ATF agent harassing us. Following me. Showed up here," I told her about the asshole who was watching me and Abel creepily the other day. "The guy's nuts. Looking for dirt that doesn't exist," I stated.
What surprised me, was she spoke like she knew I was there, but I had been away finding Maddie and saving her. The girl wasn't as observant, or clever as she thought she was. "I'm, uh-I'm just finishing up my rounds," she told me, fumbling for words nervously. "Do you mind giving me a ride home?" she asked me as she followed me down the hall.
Walking towards the hall that went to Abel's room, I didn't think much of Tara and I didn't care as to why she'd want to have a ride home off me. Guess I'm cheaper than a cab. Gotta start charging her. "Sure," I shrugged. "What's going on?" I asked her, curious to know if there was something wrong with her car.
Tara looked around nervously, normally, she was always like this. But this time, she tried too hard to look like she was calm and collected. "Shitty day," she tried to brush it off like that. Not looking at her, I kept moving towards the door that led to Abel. "My nerves are kind of shot," she told me.
Not believing her and not too bothered about her personal issues, I chose not to ask her futher. She ain't Maddie, she never was and she'll never be her. But, something in my stomach is reminding me of how much of an asshole I was to her. I'm guilty for using her to hurt Maddie, all because Maddie hurt me first. "Well, I'll be with the kid," I informed her.
"Thanks," she said with a huge smile, walking back from where she came, I kept moving and eventually found Abel's room. Entering, I spent some time simply staring at him. Thankful for how much he grew and for him getting stronger, bigger. Reading to him a new book I got recently, I read to him and listened to the monitor beep.
When it was time for Tara to leave, she came to the room and told me it was time to go. Heading out, I handed her my helmet, we sat on my bike and started my engine. "You a'ight?" I asked her, giving me a nod, she held me tightly and rested her head against my back. Shit, I hate having her so close. It don't feel right. Riding off, I noticed from my mirrors that a car was following us. Well, shit...
"You need something to justify your soul."
Hope you liked this overall chapter. I know some of you guys wanted more Maddie and Jax, so there you have it. Some of you wanted more of Maddie's POV's. I will have to apologize to those of you who don't like reading the scenes where there are things taken from the show, but it adds to their characters and it's what we love about them. Gradually, things are going to get more intense as the story progresses and there will be more OC characters entering that we've seen and not seen before. The song for this chapter is 'Black' by Kari Kimmel. You know the drill, 5 reviews please!
The questions I'd like for you to answer in the reviews:
1) What did you think of this chapter?
2) Do you think Jax will be angry with Kohn about Tara, or about him stalking him and everyone he knows? (Especially after what happened with Maddie and her stalker?)
3) What do you think about the relationship/scenes between Jax and Maddie?
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