I was still alone when I woke up in the morning, it was strange, over the last few months Chibs was usually there in the morning. I stood up and started out to the living room where I had left Phil last night after having a few beers. I was worked up after my argument with Chibs and he was having the usual doubts that Prospects usually felt, he admitted last night that he had to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger, and then flipped out about the fact that he admitted it.
"Morning," I muttered coming into the living room, I was surprised that I was feeling a little queezy, I hadn't thought I had that many beers but I guess I had.
"Morning, want to go get some breakfast?" he asked still laying on the couch.
My stomach girggled at the thought of breakfast and I felt like I was going to be sick but it quickly fizzled down.
"Do you feel a little...off after drinking those beers?"
"I did last night," he agreed before his phone rang causing him to finally sit up.
I went into the kitchen and started the coffee pot while Phil was talking on the phone. Once the coffee started dripping into the pot and I got a whiff of the strong coffee bean smell I felt better instantly.
"Hey, we've got to go to the club house," Phil came in and grabbed one of the coffee cups I had set out.
"Everything okay?" I asked before taking a sip. The last thing I wanted to do on a Saturday was hang out at the club house, especially not knowing how things between Chibs and I would be.
"They have a big vote this morning, they want us there,"
"So what does that have to do with me?" I assumed that he was talking about the prospects when he said us.
"They want you to stay with me today,"
When we got to the club house everyone was already there which was something new, Gemma usually had the boys with her first thing in the morning and Jax stayed in with Tara on Saturday morning since both of us were only on call on the weekends.
"What is the vote about?" I asked Phil getting out of my Jeep beside his bike.
"Not sure," he shrugged his shoulders, "You going to be okay?" he asked looking over at V-Lin and Rat.
"Yeah, go play with your friends," I smirked over at Phil, "I'm going to take a nap," It was the best excuse I could think of, I didn't want to be here at all so hiding out in my old room was the best idea I could come up with. I put my head up and started towards the club house, seeing half of the guys were outside at the picnic tables.
"Morning Doll Face," Tig yelled causing everyone to look over at me; but it felt like Chibs had laser beams shooting out of his eyes setting my skin on fire.
"Tig," I said back walking past the group and into the door, the air conditioning was pumping in the room instantly causing goosebumps to rise on my arms.
"Finley," Ope was sitting at the bar a bottle beside him and a shot glass already poured, "I'm going to move some of your things in the room," he took the shot and started pouring himself another one, "I can't go in the bathroom without a tampon attacking me," he scoffed dramatically.
"You staying here?" I questioned walking up to him, the smell on his breath told me that he hadn't started drinking this morning he'd been here all night.
"I don't want to stay at that big empty house," he took his next shot. I wanted to feel bad for him, but he had caused Lyla to leave on his own doing, he had brought the porn whore over and slept with her, no one held a gun to his head. I knew as much as everyone else that he had meant for Lyla to find out, it was his way of pushing her out of this world, and now that she was gone he was regretting it.
"I'll move it," I put my hand on his thick arm before starting to the hall, I could hear the bottle bang against the bar top, as he poured himself another shot.
Opie had destroyed the room, the sheets were rolled onto one side of the bed and the quilt was on the floor in a ball; dirty t-shirts and socks were all over the ground. I realized how happy I was that Chibs was reasonably clean.
I grabbed the last bag I had in the corner of the room and packed the few things in the main room. Most of the things I had left were small; extra socks, a few pairs of scrubs and some t-shirts, after I was done in the bedroom I went to the attached bathroom and started packing what I had left in there. Opie had clearly been digging in the medicine cabinet because there was a box of tampons tiped over in the sink, and they were all over the counter.
"What the fuck have you been doing Opie?" I questioned out loud even though I was alone in the bathroom. I started packing up the left over things.. I did get a response but it wasn't the one I was thinking of the whole club house was filled with the sounds of bullets, you could hear the bullets breaking things, and the guys yelling where ever they were, a few random ones hit places in the wall even though I was in an inner room. I got down beside the queen sized bed hiding beside it. The bullets lasted longer than I thought they would, whoever was doing this were prepared. The second they stopped I ran out of the room leaving my bag behind going to find the guys and make sure everyone was okay.
"FINLEY!" I heard Chibs yelling as I ran down the hall.
"Chibs?" I yelled back, he met me half way down the hall and wrapped me into such a tight hug he lifted me off the ground.
"You okay?" he asked, keeping me lifted.
"Aye, are you?" he nodded his head, putting me back on the ground and kissing my forehead. I was relieved that we were both okay but that still didn't answer what happened, "What happened?"
"Not sure, lets find out," he pulled me down the bullet holed hall and through the main part of the club house that looked like world war 3 had happened inside. Outside Happy was standing over a body I assumed was one of the shooters.
"Lobos," he informed the rest of the club and I looked over at Chibs confused, not sure who the Lobos were.
"Clay, this is bad!" Chuckie was inspecting a bag by Gemma's SUV, "Real bad,"
"Oh shit," Juice went over to look at the bag while the rest of us filed in. "That's.."
"That's Armando," Piney commented moving just enough so that I could see a black bag with three heads inside, the heads had clearly been separated from the body they belonged to in the last 24 hours by the tone of the skin , it had a light blue tinge to it that made that nauseous feeling from this morning come back, but that really wasn't what bothered me, it was the neck of the heads, whatever they had used to cut the throat had been dull by the looks of the hack marks and flesh hanging off the throat. I turned away from the bag of heads feeling fluid rising into my mouth but when I hunched over all I did was dry heave.
"Awe shit, you okay Lass?" Chibs asked rubbing my back while I tried to puke but the more I dry heaved the worse I felt there was nothing worse then the feeling of needing to puke and not being able to.
Once it was over I stood up straight again and the sound of sirens could be heard from across town.
"Phil get her out of here," Chibs ordered Phil while the rest of the guys put the Lobo in the back of the van along with the heads. "I'll come see you later," he continued rubbing my back.
"Be careful," I gave him a kiss before following Phil to my jeep, he was already in the drivers seat.
"Quite the morning," I looked out the window as we drove past the police at the stop sign a street away from the shop.
"Yeah," Phil agreed.
"Who are the Lobos?" I looked over at the prospect driving my jeep.
"I don't know," I knew he was lying, just by how fast he answered the question.
"Phil, come on you can tell me," I tried to convince my drinking partner from last night.
"I don't know much," he gave up, "They are rivals of the cartel," I could tell that was all he was giving me as he turned the radio up.
I had spent most of the afternoon taking a nap apparently being shot at was exhausting.
"Hey," Phil was standing in the doorway when I opened my eyes, "Your phone as rang a few times," he threw the small device on the end of the bed before turning to leave. I had two missed calls from Margaret when I looked at the screen, I quickly called her back putting the phone to my ear.
"oh Finley thank you for calling me back," she didn't even answer with hello, "We are two surgeries behind is there any way you can come in?" she sounded like she was in a panic.
"Yeah, I'll be there in half an hour," I got out of the bed and started walking towards my closet.
"You're a life saver," she praised me before hanging up. I got dressed in light blue scrubs and a pair of Nike's and made my way to the bathroom to brush my hair up into a bun before tending to my teeth.
"Where are you going?" Phil asked when I walked into the living room, he was back on the couch.
"Hospital, got some surgeries to do," I threw my car keys at the large man before picking up my purse.
"Are you sure you want to go? You were throwing up in the parking lot this morning," he reminded me.
"I wasn't throwing up, nothing came out, and yes I've got to go; it's my job," I directed his attention to the scrubs I was wearing, reminding him I was a surgeon.
"I mean it! You're a life saver," Margaret greeted me at the front entrance of the hospital, "Oh hello," she smiled at Phil who was following me.
"He's going to be hanging out in my office," I informed her, not giving her anymore information.
"Dr. Sumner is going to need assistance, his patient needs some pins and plates put into his leg," she was looking down at her clip board and my mood shifted at her words.
"Why is he going to be in the surgery?" I asked, "He's a doctor,"
"The patients is a close personal friend of his, he wants to make sure everything is going okay, it couldn't of happened on a worse weekend, we are short surgeons,"
"He's not going to want me working on his friend," I tried to tell her hoping she would rearrange us.
"Actually, he asked for you," she didn't stop when I turned into my office, she kept walking past. I instantly regretted my decision to come in on Saturday spending a day in surgery with Chad was one of the last things in the earth I would want to do. I knew I couldn't put it off for long and besides the faster I got in there the faster I got out of there.
"Okay, I'm going, wait here," I told Phil before heading towards surgery.
"I see how it works, I call and you come in," Chad smirked at me while I was scrubbing up.
"You didn't call or I wouldn't of came in, you had Margaret do it,"
"She was more than happy too," he looked me up and down in a creepy way, "She doesn't want you with that grandpa biker any more than I do,"
"My life is none of her or YOUR business," I tapped his chest with my finger, "The only reason you have to speak to me is medical nothing else, and this little intimidation game you are trying to play is lost on me, I've known 17 year olds tougher than you," I glared at him trying to get my point across.
"Fine," he grinned putting his hands up backing out of the prep room.
"Bastard," I muttered finishing up getting ready for surgery. Once prep was done I went into the O.R to look at the paper work waiting for the patient. He seemed to have a pretty simple cut and dry break, it didn't seem like he would need any sort of piecing together. The O.R door opened and Chad was pushing a Hispanic man in on a bed, his leg didn't have any prep work done on it which was odd, they usually at least shaved his leg. I looked back at the charts to see who had conducted the X-ray and recommended the surgery and wasn't surprised to see Chad had ordered it; he had also ordered the surgery and requested me to head it. My heart started beating quickly and I knew something wasn't right, the date on the x-ray was 3 years ago, I needed to go get Phil and get out of there.
"I'll be back, I need to take out my contacts my eyes are dry," I spit out the first thing I thought of that would be believable, everyone noticed I usually wore my glasses when I did surgeries.
"You do that," Chad just smirked and the man on the bed watched me; he only had one eye, the other was covered with a a patch. I went to go around the outside of Chad and he didn't move out of the way so I went to go between Chad and the patient and instantly knew it was a horrible idea. I felt something sharp stab into my leg.
"What the hell!" I yelled at the patient seeing a needle sticking out of my thigh. I felt my eyes become heavy when I reached down and pulled the needle out as the man on the table sat up.
"It didn't have to be this way," Chad grabbed me before I fell, the world going black.
"Damn how much did you give her?" I heard Chad's voice slowly drifting into my brain as the world came back to me.
"Enough," a Spanish accent said, "Listen do you want our business or not?"
"Of course I do," I heard Chad huff, I kept my eyes shut listening to the conversation, "But I also told you that I wanted her in the agreement,"
"And I told you I've been paid to take care of her," the man fought back."If you want apart of this coke trade you need to understand that!" he yelled. Chad was in coke trade?I knew he was a bad guy but I didn't think he had anything to do with drugs.
"I didn't want to be apart of this cartel war, if the Sons are mulling the coke what makes you think she knows about it?"
"It's been confirmed, now do you want to keep your outside business or do you want a piece of biker bitch pussy?"
I could feel shoes on the floor getting closer to me, whoever it was they were heavy and they were close, I slowed my breathing down hoping they wouldn't notice that I was alert. "Bad people want her there is nothing you can do about it unless you want to end up in a hole with her." he was right beside my ear leaning over, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "Take a picture of this beauty she'll never look like this again," I tried not to scream something as heavy hit the back of my head and I heard my nose crack against the floor before another needle went into my leg.
No One's POV
Phil pulled into the club house on two wheels in Finley's jeep hoping a few of the club members would be around. He had tried calling Clay and the guys more than once but oddly they hadn't answered. Panic took over when he saw all of the police in the drive way and none of the guys bikes were around. "Oh shit, shit," he slammed the steering wheel not knowing what else to do. He wasn't sure how long Finley had been gone before he went to check on her, seeing an empty operating room. It clearly hadn't been used everything was spotless and there was a folder on the floor and a used needle. He knew something was wrong, Finley was the kind of girl to leave they all knew that; but this was to elaborate of a plan, too many people had been involved. That was when Phil started calling the club.
"Hey, where is Finley?" Gemma asked coming up to Phil's open window.
"I was hoping you knew?" Phil asked with a nervous crack in his voice.
"What are you talking about you were supposed to watch her!" Gemma just about jumped in through the window.
"She went into surgery, she was gone for a long time so I went to see if she was okay and she was gone! The only thing in the room was a needle on the floor and a medical folder," Phil held up both showing Gemma.
"The guys are up at the gun warehouse take that to them, slowly, we are being watched," Gemma looked over at the police littered around the club house like ants at a picnic. Phil nodded his head in understanding and put the jeep into reverse as Gemma stepped away from the window.
On the short drive to the warehouse Phil stressed the whole way, he was put in charge of watching Finley and he had blown it, staying in her office and taking a nap. He wasn't sure how he was going to tell the guys that she was gone but he knew it wouldn't be pretty once they found out, he started to believe that the game of Roulette he had played a few days ago was going to be nothing once they knew about her. Everyone really loved Finley so telling them that one of their favorite people had been taken under his watch wasn't going to end well for him. Juice and a member of Tacoma were guarding the gate when Phil pulled up.
"What are you doing here?" Juice asked when he noticed it was Phil. "Where is Finley?"
"Are the guys here?" Phil asked avoiding the question.
Once Phil pulled up to the gun warehouse he explained to the guys what had happened when all the questions began. He handed Jax the folder so he could look it over and one of the Cartel members took the needle. The second the items were out of the large man's hand Chibs walked up to him and punched him in the gut, causing the prospect to double over holding himself in pain, it didn't seem to effect the Scot as he pulled back again and threw a punch right into Phil's face.
"You let her get takin' you greasy bastard!" Chibs yelled coming up onto the man for the third time before the large leader of the club grabbed his arm holding back his fist from making a connection.
"This isn't going to solve anything," he tried to assure the man with the gray bangs.
"Why was she at the hospital in the first place?" Jax asked the prospect who was still hunched over in pain.
"That redhead called, said they were short and she needed to go in,"
"Her and Tara were pulled from call, the hospital got wind of the notes and said it was a threat having them there," Jax informed the group.
"This is the folder that was left behind?" Luis, asked the prospect looking it over. Phil was still trying to catch his breath, nerves were running free in his body, he only nodded his head in response.
"Answer the man!" Chibs yelled swinging on him again, this time bringing blood to his cheek where his rings made contact before Opie pulled him off again.
"Yes, that and the needle,"
"What does the folder say," Clay walked up to Luis looking at it over his shoulder.
"That she was set up, this Chad Sumner is one of the independents that sell coke for the Lobos,"
"Chad?" Happy asked taking the folder, "Isn't that the Dr. she was seeing?"
"Yeah, surfer ken doll," Tig agreed.
"He might be pretty on the outside," Luis told he group of cut wearing men, "But he's as ugly as they come on the inside, he's in deep if he's really with the guy on this x-ray,"
"Who is it?"
"By the date of the X-ray and the wound there is only one person that Chad would benefit helping," Luis took a dramatic pause, "Marcus Ortiz, he used to front the coke running in North Cali before he was caught keeping a few extra funds in his bank account, Romeo broke both of his arms, clean cut, popped out an eye for himself, the Lobo's weren't long picking him up, playing his anger against us,"
"S0 what do we do now?" Bobby asked the Cartel representative already mad that they were in business with them in the first place, now he was furious that it was effecting the people connected to the club personally, especially a girl they owed so much too.
"We start with the administrator, see if we can get information, why she called her in," Jax offered a solution, "We will find her before this goes down tonight,"
"If Ortiz has her she's as good as gone, we've got business to take care of," all of the men in the warehouse looked over at the heartless Cartel member.
"We will find her first," Chibs growled at the man before slamming his mouth shut the men around him would almost swear they could hear his back teeth grinding.
"He's right," Alvarez informed Luis, "I owe her my life, we are not going to leave her abandoned if there is a chance she can escape ese,"
AN: I don't own anything SOA! Let me know what you think! I am almost finished with the second part of this chapter don't know when I'll post it! :)