The Sons Princess
Chapter 12: Havoc (Part 1)
"This one comes and this one goes. So here we are, across the road."
MPOV
~9 years ago~
Waking up, I glanced over to Jax's side and saw that he was shirtless. Sighing, I then felt how close the covers were on me and how it felt as though I was bare. Lifting up the covers, I saw that I was in-fact, bare. As was Jax. Feeling my heart hammer, I remembered what happened the night before and how everything turned out. Gulping, I rubbed at my face and sighed. What the hell did I do?
Jax began to stir beside me, making my eyes widen and my hands instinctively press down the covers, so that Jax couldn't see my naked body. Groaning, he glanced at me and offered me a small, sleepy smile as he stretched a little. "Good morning," he greeted in a tired voice. Oh my God, what have I done?
Last night, myself and Jax had a lust filled time together, our bodies desiring the fleshly craving and affection that we hardly recieved from the other sex. It was a passionate act, but it was one that I was struggling to fight against doing again. "Morning," I greeted in return with a shy smile. I felt as though my face was the brightest shade of pink.
Jax turned so that he was laying on his back, his head a little propped up on his headboard. "How are you feeling?" he asked me, his eyes were a light blue, bright and shining up at me. The way he stared at me, sent tingles along my skin and a fire was building inside of me. What the hell is wrong with me?
His hair was messy, from sleep and from the bodily tangle we had been in last night. Sitting up, I clung the sheets to my bare chest and gave him the small glimps of my bare back. Where neither of us allowed the other the chance to be in control for too long. "A little sore, but I'll be fine," I replied to him, remembering the size of him and how I had to adjust to the uncomfortable temporary pain I had felt. "You?" I asked him in reply, to simply be polite.
Jax chuckled, his eyes wrinkling around the corners and making me melt further for his adorble actions and features. "Great," he told me in a clearer voice, no longer full of sleep and more as though he was still in bliss. "I ah..." he fumbled for words. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked me a little nervously, as though he worried about my own pleasure last night.
Blushing, there was not a chance in hell I could lie to him, especially not after the night we had shared. "A lot, maybe a little too much," I confessed to him. "But...this can't happen again Jax," I ordered as I shot up out of the bed and pulled one of the sheets with me. "This was a crazy, lust filled night and it has to be kept between us," I told Jax and warned him at the same time.
Jax bolted to sit upright, his back straight and eyes glued to me. His eyebrows furrowed, his face contorting to one of confusion and slight insult. "What?!" he exclaimed softly, his gaze focused on me and his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Why?" he questioned me in a saddened and confused tone, as though I didn't want to do it again. It's not that I don't want to, I just can't do it again.
Waddling around, I had wrapped the covers around me tightly, so Jax couldn't see my naked body in the daylight. "Because, if my father and brother found out, you wouldn't be accepted into the club," I stated to him. "Not to mention, they'd kill you if they found out you 'had your way with me'," I reminded him of how I was like a treasure to the men in my family.
Realizing that what I was telling him was the truth, he sighed and slumped a little in his sitting up position. "Shit," he grumbled as he sighed and slumped. "You're right," he agreed and glanced around the room, all before his eyes landed on me once more. He's absolutely gorgeous when he looks at me like that.
Noting how he had sulked a little from the information I gave him, I decided to stay still and hold the covers tightly to me. "Of course I am!" I said as my head tilted to one side, giving him a kind and sweet smile, as to comfort him a little. "Now...where are my clothes?" I asked as I went back to looking for my clothes, which only made Jax laugh softly at my waddling.
JPOV
~9 years ago~
Waking up, I was groaning and stretching comfortably. I was bare, under my bedsheets and I turned to look at Maddie. Remembering the lust and love filled night we had. How our bodies had formed into one, our limbs and every movement was incredible. It had left me completely spent and exhausted, making me the one to wake up after her. "Good morning," I greeted as I saw she was already awake.
Maddie's hair was a tangled mess, but her face was glowing as he smile pulled at the beautiful skin she had. There were small bags under her eyes, but her eyes shone and she looked like she could have been satisfied by our actions last night. "Morning," she greeted back, a blush colored her cheeks and I noticed how she clung the sheets down onto her naked body.
Turning so that I could lay on my back, I glanced up at her and saw how her eyes were a gentle brown, soft and sweet. I could sense her slight worry and shyness, but I didn't want to act as though I didn't care about her. "How are you feeling?" I asked her, my head resting on the headboard of my bed. I do care about her, very much.
Maddie looked a little surprised, she moved to sit up and clung the sheets to her bare chest. "A little sore, but I'll be fine," she informed me. Glancing at her bare back, it was a beautiful shape, it was feminine, but it was as though she was still developing into a beautiful, full grown woman. "You?" she asked in return.
Chuckling, I couldn't contain the smile that formed at the thought of what happened between the pair of us last night. "Great," I told her truthfully, knowing that last night was the best night of my life so far. "I ah..." I fumbled for the right words to say to her. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked her, curious to know if I had given her the pleasure that she deserved.
Maddie blushed a bright pink, which made me know that she had enjoyed it and that I had satisfied her. I felt relieved that I wasn't a selfish and displeasing lover. "A lot, maybe a little too much," she confessed to me shyly. "But...this can't happen again Jax," she ordered as she shot up off the bed, pulling one of the covers with her. "This was a crazy, lust filled night and it has to be kept between us," she warned me as she glanced around the room.
Bolting upright, I sat on the bed, back straight and eyes glued to Maddie's searching form. She glanced at me a few times, but my heart was pounding with fear, rejection and sadness. "What?!" I exclaimed softly, as to not alert anyone and to not startled Maddie. "Why?" I asked her, my eyebrows furrowed and eyes glued to her.
Maddie was waddling around like a duck, the sheet wrapped around her, forming one of the tightest cocoon's I had ever seen. "Because, if my father and brother found out, you wouldn't be accepted into the club," she stated, which made sense. "Not to mention, they'd kill you if they found out you 'had your way with me'," she reminded me of what the men in her family would do to me if they found out.
Figuring out that she was right, it hit me like a fresh slap in the face and I realized how she had a point. "Shit," I cussed as I sighed and slumped comfortably. If only Opie and Piney knew that I didn't want to hurt Maddie, she's like family to me, but...after this, I don't know what we are anymore. "You're right," I agreed, not deciding to argue or disagree with her.
Maddie gave me a slightly sad look, she had noticed how I had began sulking like a child, her eyes soft and her expression calm. "Of course I am!" she told me softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she stood still and held the clothes close to her body. "Now...where are my clothes?" she asked me, making me chuckle as she waddled around and began hunting for her clothes. She's so beautiful.
Present day...OPOV
Waking up early, myself and Jax began working on bikes back at Teller-Morrow. Maddie had said her good morning to me, she was ready to go back to work and had told me that she wanted to move back into her house again. "When's Donna getting back?" Jax asked me as he went to pick out some more tools.
Fixing up the bike for the next thing we were going to do to it, Jax glanced up at me and went back to work on the bike. "This morning," I informed him. "You haven't said much to me since Oakland," I went to say as another motorcycle approached.
Grunting, Jax was struggling to put something in place and then finished doing what he had to. Stepping away, he glanced up at me and checked the thing he was fitting into it. "I don't got much to say, I guess," he told me with a quick glance.
Sighing, I knew the next thing I was going to say wouldn't shock him, or surprise him much, but I didn't like admitting I was wrong very often. But, with Jax, I knew he wouldn't judge me or mock me for stating how I was wrong. "You were right," I told him. "I wasn't ready," I agreed at last.
Jax had been right, telling me that it was too early to jump back into doing illegal shit with the club. Setting explosives was one thing, but killing a man was an extreme. "It's done, bro," Jax told me as he wandered over to me. "You doing all right with all that?" he asked me as he went to do the other side of the bike.
Helping him by lifting it up, high enough for him to see what he was doing to the motorcycle. "I'm just a bit out of practice dealing with that shit, you know?" I told him, suggesting to him how it felt, which reminded me of the crazy thing he did, saving my sister the way he did back at her place. He shot the man in the head, he didn't flinch, but he was in slight shock after killing him so suddenly. We had the guy restrained, but Jax wasn't going to let the guy do it again to Maddie the moment the asshole would have got out.
Jax kept his eyes on his work, holding his breath, he said a calm "Yeah," as he released his breath. "You know, it's about something bigger, man," he told me as he stopped what he was doing and looked me directly in the eyes. "Club, family," he listed to me before he continued with his work.
Realizing what he had meant, he was telling me that those were the things that kept him sane after what he did. He killed my sister's attacker, but he didn't lose it, he kept going and found things to keep him off the edge of either losing it, or losing himself. "That got you past it?" I asked him, which made him side eye me and mumble a quiet 'Yeah' as a reply.
GPOV
Driving to the cabin, I had bought a few snacks and food for the Irish we had kept there, so that he was safe and so no one could find him. Opening the door, I found Cameron was praying to himself quietly as he held onto his rosary beeds. "Excuse me," I apologized as I wandered in with bags full of groceries.
Shutting the door behind me, Cameron began to speak and this time, it was to me and not to himself. "Sorry," he apologized in return. "Missed a few Sundays," he informed me. "Trying to catch up with that," he explained his actions, which made me scoff at his words and mumble a quiet 'Yeah.' "You a Catholic?" he asked me as I placed the bags into the kitchen.
Not wanting to disrespect him, I chose to go with the safest thing to tell him, one that wouldn't offend him but would tell him that I didn't believe in religion. "I'm whatever I need to be," I told him. This was the moment my cell phone began to ring, checking the caller ID, I saw it was Clay. "Hey," I answered him after the second ring.
Knowing Clay, he would have busy with club business and not Teller-Morrow. "How's the Irishman?" he asked me, which made me sigh and look to Cameron. He continued with his Hail Mary's and made me reply to Clay with a sarcastic 'Divine.' "He hasn't left the cabin yet, has he?" Clay asked me.
Clay was worried about something, I could tell but, I knew that the Irishman had been resting in bed for at least a day, the day Tara treated him, only two days later, did Cameron begin to get out of bed. "Oh, no. Today's the first day he's been on his feet," I informed Clay, knowing that Clay was concerned for his Irish friend.
Clay didn't waste time in replying to me quickly. "Make sure he stays put," Clay ordered of me. "Unser just called," Clay informed me, which left me a little curious as to what Unser would have to say to Clay. "That ATF bitch is back in Charming," Clay told me why Unser would call us.
Realizing that this woman was only ever here whenever she could find a good thing to use against the club. This, mostly would be any new lead she could get and she would manipulate some people to get things out of us. "Oh, shit," I cussed quielty. "What's going on?" I asked him, curious to know what could be happening and why she'd be here.
I began pulling things out of the grocery bags. "Oh, I'm not sure yet," Clay grumbled into the phone. "But, uh...if Cameron's anything like McKeevy, he's probably on a dozen federal watch lists," Clay warned me. "Gonna have Happy come down, smuggle him out up north," he informed me of the plan, which made me begin to curse everything that was holy, and Clay. "I know. We'll get through it, baby," Clay reassured me. "We always do," he reminded me.
Keeping my head in the conversation, I felt worry for not only Clay, but for the rest of the club. Worry was something that felt normal when in the club, but these were deal breaking moments, where all of them could be brought down with one move. "Be careful," I warned him.
Without another word, Clay hung up and I followed his lead shortly after he ended the call. "What's going on?" Cameron asked as he kept silent and watched me carefuly. Judging by his expression, he began listening into my conversation carefully and stopped praying when he started to notice my worry and questioning.
Placing my cellphone to one side, I looked to Cameron and saw him staring at me. "Feds are back," I informed him as I took slow and cautious steps towards him. "Gotta keep you up here till we can get you out," I told him, giving him all the facts I knew so far.
Taking off my leather jacket, I placed it to hang on one of the coat pegs. "Do you believe in God, Gemma?" Cameron asked me as I wandered towards the hangers and placed my jacket to hang on the wall.
Sighing, he began to irritate me and I didn't feel like answering him again. Religion was a sore subject for everyone, as all it did was bring violence and war to the world. "I believe in family," I told him honestly, knowing that my family was all I needed to keep going. Their love was what kept me strong.
Cameron kept his eyes on me, his eyes calm and expression was relaxed. I thought that he was only like that, because of the drugs. "Think that's enough?" he asked me in a kind tone, as though he was genuinely curious to found out the answer.
Wandering over to him, I picked up the cigarette packet, lit my cigarette with a match Cameron lit for me and took a long deep breath, inhaling the toxic and soothing sensation that came with the harm. "Who you kiddin'?" I asked him. "Sitting here ticking off Hail Mary's," I mocked him slightly. "Think that gives you some kind of heavenly pass?" I asked him as I sat down beside him. "God's gonna open the pearly gates...when those next two bullets catch you in the head?" I questioned as I watched him carefully.
He seemed impressed that I could read his intentions and thoughts well. "It's all a little absurd, I guess," he told me, which made me hum in agreement. "Truth is, I know I'm going to hell," he admitted sadly. "Praying just makes my time here a little less miserable," he explained to me his reasons of praying. "A few acts of contrition can make you feel good too, love," he suggested as he offered me the beads he had been reciting over and over again.
Gently taking the beads off him, I felt the soft, floating like texture and sensation of them weigh down a little on my fingertips. "There's only one way these beads could make me feel good..." I began to tell him. "Love," I mocked his choice of words to call me. "And it involves a whole different act," I smirked as sexual acts of pleasure occured to my mind, my tone sarcastic and playful in the way I spoke to him. Honesty always was the best policy.
MPOV
I spent one last night at the clubhouse, this morning, I decided I need to get back to living my life, going to work and sleeping in my own bed. Although, myself and Jax would cuddle up, sleep closely and spend our time in peace. Waking up this morning, I showered, pulled my hair up into a tight bun, put on a little bit of make up, dangling ear-rings, a white shirt with a black-lace outline detail, a black cardigan, some tight black pants and black heels. Driving off to work, I had been picking through files and organizing my paperwork.
Not an hour later, I saw a familiar figure watching me as I was organizing my papers in my office. Her slim figure leaning against the doorframe, her wide eyes watching my every move and her hair was big, full of volume. "Agent Stahl, what can I do for you?" I asked when I glanced up at her then back down to my files.
June Stahl smiled, her eyes wide and a smirk curved her lips in a way I didn't like. "Glad to see refreshed and back to work," she commented after she wandered inside my office, shutting the door behind her and watching me carefully. "How was your last few nights at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse, if I may ask?" she questioned as I kept a straight face.
I didn't understand why she had asked me a question that seemed more personal than curious. Playing her game, I glanced up at her and kept a straight face. "It was rather good thank you, I was surrounded by people I loved," I informed her.
The words I said, seemed to have amused Stahl, making her chuckle and smirk slyly. "I have no doubt of that," she grumbled as she took another few steps towards me. Her eyes glued to me, but the way she walked, made me feel like she was targeting me as her prey.
Sighing, I changed the weight on my feet and swayed a little in the movement. "Miss Stahl, I wouldn't mind getting to what you were here for," I began to tell her. "Because if you were here to question how I was resting, you're only wasting our time," I spoke pointedly and bluntly, not amused by her pathetic insinuations and beliefs.
She looked impressed by my firmness, quickly she swayed on her feet for a second before she pulled a chair in-front of my desk back. "You know, you've proven to be very smart, Miss Winston," she complimented me before she took a seat in the chair. "You grew up with your father, moved away from Charming with your mother when you were 14, along with your brother and later returned to Charming at the age of 15," she gave out information of me as she glanced at a file she had in her bag. "You later left to do your law degree in Nevada and found a job working in an angency," she recited all my history.
The way she spoke, it was as though she was trying to make me realize something I wasn't getting the point in. It all seemed like she was only reading off what everyone else knew. "Where are you getting at with this?" I asked her, impatient and beginning to be annoyed with her presence.
Staring at her, I waited for her answer, but she stayed silent and closed my file. "I don't understand why you'd come back to Charming, other than the fact your family is here..." she began to list the things that would make me want to return to Charming. "You've also got the fact you wanted to be somewhere safe when your stalker would attack," she stated. "And, you've got your...boyfriend," she had paused to give me some type of surprise by her words.
Surprise me, it did. I had been glancing at papers, flicking through files and placing them in neat piles. When she had said 'boyfriend' my eyes flashed up and stared at her from under my lashes. "I think you're mistaken Agent Stahl," I told her, my voice low and level, showing her no emotion or surprise.
Stahl chuckled and licked the tip of her top teeth. "I don't think I am," she laughed. "Deputy Chief Hale bounced his theory off of me," she told me. "About Jackson Teller being the one killing your attacker," she explained what theory would involve me. "You know, at first I didn't understand how a woman as yourself would want to kill a man," she started to tell me what she believed. "But Mr. Teller seems to have the perfect reasons," she spoke dryly. "Not only did he kill a man to save you, but because he loved you and didn't want that to happen to you again," she began to dig into the things that were unspoken of.
I didn't like how she believed Jax was the murderer, although it was truth, it made me feel on edge and slowly crumble. But, I knew I had to keep straight and stick to what I had repeated to Hale. "He didn't kill my attacker," I spoke firmly through gritted teeth. "He only-" I went to tell her, but she had cut me off and made me sigh angrily.
Stahl got to her feet and had her hands resting ontop of my desk. Her whole body leaning towards me and her eyes focused on mine, faces inches apart. "But then, I realized how you would do anything to protect the club, to protect the ones you love and the ones you consider as family," she spoke with slinted eyes. "Isn't that right, Princess?" she questioned, using my nickname as though it would reveal everything.
I knew what she was doing. She was attempting to intimidate me. "What has my personal relationships, got to do with what I would and wouldn't do for the MC?" I asked her accusingly. "My family have always been in the club, it wasn't me who decided their lives for them," I shrugged as I kept calm and continued to flick through my files. "Nor would I chose for them either," I shook my head at her and kept my eyes level from hers.
My tone of voice was bored, as though I had no emotion and it was the only way I could keep calm and not give away any of my emotions or thoughts. "Is that what Mr. Teller likes about you?" she quickly questioned me, her head tilting and her eyes watching me intently. "Your quick thinking and sharp tongue," she commented. "Would explain a lot about how you're so good at being a lawyer and how you're capable of lying for the club," she pointed out my set of 'skills.' "You know, lying about a murder could ruin not only your life, but your career too," she reminded me.
This seemed to insult me more, knowing that it was one of the worst things to insinuate about a lawyer, I decided to get defensive. "I don't lie in court," I growled at her darkly as I pressed my hands onto the surface of my desk, leaning in to glare at her already stood straight frame. "So why would I lie to a murder I commited as an act of self defence, along with the fact that I risked my freedom pulling that trigger?" I asked her, leaning back and smiling falsely sweet at her.
She smiled at me, amused and impressed by my slight accusation and hidden wit. Taking a moment, she chose to find the right words to tell me. "Do you know of any illegal activities that the Sons of Anarchy are involved in?" she asked me carefully, making me answer her with a firm 'No.' "Well, thank you for your time Miss Winston," she thanked me as she gathered up her things. "I wouldn't be surprised if we meet again," she told me as she wandered to my door and opened it.
As she was leaving, I kept my eyes on her, the way she swayed, it was as though she was proud of herself and as though she was getting somewhere with it. "Neither would I be Agent Stahl," I replied as she left. Something about her, didn't seem right to me and I didn't like her. Not at all. She's trouble, I can feel it.
JPOV
Fixing up the motorcycle myself and Opie were working on, I saw how Opie would glance at me as I spoke on the phone with Unser. "Luann's been taken, from what Unser just told me," I told him as I returned to help him with the bike.
Opie didn't seem to like how that sounded, but there wasn't much the pair of us could do for her. "Shit," Opie cussed. "Hey Jax, what's going on between you and Tara?" Opie asked out of the blue after a few minutes of us fixing up the bike. "Didn't you sleep in the same bed as her these last few nights?" he questioned me, as though he was confused and curious as to what happened between me and Tara.
I didn't want to lie to him, but I didn't want to tell him all the truth either. "No, I didn't," I sighed out. "Nothing's going on between me and Tara," I told him honestly. "She was never the girl for me, and I don't exactly have any chemistry with her or attraction," I listed the things that were wrong between me and Tara.
This only seemed to confuse Opie and I then realized how it could confuse him. "So, why did you date her in the first place?" he asked me, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes focused on me. Shit, I just gave him too much of the truth.
Trying to find a good way to cover it up, I was left with a blank page and speechless. "Because I..." I fumbled for the right words, knowing I had screwed up big time with Opie in that moment. "I don't know man," I told him and shrugged.
Fixing the bike, I tried to keep my focus on what I was doing and ignore Opie as much as I could. "Where did you sleep these last few nights then?" he asked me, but something in me felt sorrow, felt guilt for not telling him any of the truth. I can't just tell him mine and Maddie's history, he'd beat me to a pulp.
Deciding to go for the truth, I knew if I made it out as something else, I wouldn't seem like a freak who was in love with his sister. "With Maddie," I told him truthfully. "I didn't want her to be sleeping alone," I shrugged. "Not after what happened," I spoke as I looked directly into his eyes.
Opie's eyebrows continued to furrow deeper, as though all I had said didn't make sense. "Didn't Tara just murder a federal agent a few days ago?" he asked me, sounding as though I was being an idiot for chosing Tara over Maddie.
Something in his eyes and the way he spoke, made me feel like I slipped up yet again. Deep inside, I felt like cursing the small town we lived in, where everything that happened was heard of and the news would spread quickly. "Yeah, but..." I went to tell him. "Maddie's like family," I informed him with a nod of my head.
Opie didn't seem convinced by my words, as though I had been keeping something from him and like I wasn't making any sense to him. I'm not making any sense to myself either. "What's been going on between you and Maddie lately?" he asked me.
Shit! What do I tell him now? "Nothing," I fumbled a little, but kept my voice firm and my eyebrows furrowed, as though a little insulted and confused by what he said. "Honestly bro, she's like a sister to me and I was only keeping an eye on her," I sighed and rest some of my weight on my hands, placing them atop of the bike. "She has nightmares sometimes," I informed Opie.
The last part was true, sometimes Maddie would wake up crying and sweating. What I would do, was hold her tightly and remind her that she was safe. That she was with me and that I wouldn't let anything happen to her. "Whatever Jax," Opie sighed and shook his head. "But you know you don't have to lie to me," he grumbled. "Only if you are, you know that right?" he asked me as he looked me directly in the eyes. Feeling numb, I understood what he meant but began to overanalize it all. 'Yeah,' I mumbled as I stared at Opie numbly.
OPOV
After talking to Jax about Maddie, Tara and my personal life, we began to speak about the debt issue I was dealing with. Jax had suggested I talk to Clay, that with the money given back from Cameron, he was sure Clay would hand me the money over for Hefner's murder. "Hey, Clay," I called to him as I walked up to him. "I know we got cash tied up in the rebuild...but I was hoping to get my payout for Hefner," I began to tell him, showing him I understood our situation in that moment. "I'm two mortgage payments behind," I informed him of my financial issues.
Clay was staring at me, while Bobby was silent and taking a smoke beside Clay. "You should've said something, man," Clay told me, I had courage and balls to ask Clay for money, but it was something I needed to keep Donna out of trouble with the debt we were in. "Waiting for the cash wasn't mandatory," Clay informed me.
Knowing he was only saying that to be honest and kind to me, I felt like an idiot for pleading for the money like I was. Except, I knew I needed a valid enough reason to ask for the cash before anyone else earned it. "I know," I agreed with him. "I was just trying to help the club," I told him, shrugging my shoulders and trying to keep my eyes on Clay.
Maddie had once told me that she could tell when I was lying, as it was all in my eyes. "That's all right," Bobby cut us off, butting into the conversation myself and Clay were having. "I'll pull it out of the treasury funds," Bobby informed me that I would get my cash before either him or Jax. Thanking him, I went to leave them and go back to work.
Except, Clay had another idea for me. "Hey, Ope," Clay called after me, his body leaning back so he could look at me. I was almost out the door, but I stopped and turned to look at him. "You doing okay?" Clay asked me curiously when I had turned to look at him.
Clay had his eyes on me, but Bobby was acting as though he wasn't interested in what was going on with me. "Yeah, just-" I went to say, but I couldn't find the right words to tell him. "Shit at home," I told him. "I got it handled," I reassured them, then I walked out and found that Jax had left.
JPOV
When Opie left, Maddie had messaged me to tell me that Agent Stahl had come to visit her, that she was a little freaked out by the meeting they had. Quickly, I got out of my work clothes and rode towards Maddie's work place. Finding Maddie in her office, she was in her chair and she looked as though she was stressed. "She knew all about me," Maddie told me as I shut the door behind us. "She knew about us," she told me, a little panicked and worried about what Agent Stahl's visit was about.
I didn't know how else to comfort Maddie, but I took a step towards her and stood beside her desk. "It's all smoke," I informed her, she got up and began to place files in her cabinates. "Look, they got nothing on SAMCRO," I reassured her. "So now they're harassing anyone who's close to us," I told her of what Agent Stahl's plan was. Slamming filing cabinates shut, she turned to me and sighed, telling me she was sorry. "You didn't say anything?" I asked her, confused as to why she would be asking me for any form of forgiveness.
Maddie was stunned that I would even consider her guilty of going against us. "No," she blinked and shook her head, her tone of voice firm. "Of course not," she told me. "She mentioned my kidnapper," she informed me. "She believed that I was covering up for you and the others," she explained why she had told me about what Stahl was questioning her about. "She's smart," Maddie commented.
Maddie looked a little worried, as though she didn't know how to handle everyone guessing the truth. "She's got no proof Maddie," I reassured her again. "That will never blow back on you," I told her, placing my hand on her shoulder and giving it a small squeeze. "That's a promise," I vowed to her. "I wouldn't let you get hurt," I spoke honestly to her. "Okay?" I asked her, which made her nod and stay silent. Pulling her carefully to me, I wrapped my arms around her and enveloped her in a warm, caring and loving hug. The pair of us stood there, still and holding each other closely.
OPOV
Entering the house, I noticed Donna shoving a toy in the box and she began to place more of her and the kids belongings into boxes. "This should cover the mortgage, put a dent in some of the bills," I told her after I placed a small envelope filled with cash onto the table. Donna sighed, rolled her eyes and continued to pack. "Where are the kids?" I asked her, curious as to where our children were and why she was alone.
Donna didn't listen to me, but she did stop what she was doing and looked at me to answer my question. "Next door," she answered, but it was confusing as to who would be looking after our children. "Nina's watching 'em," she informed me, which reminded me of a younger woman I had only met once or twice since my return from jail.
Knowing that my children were with a stranger, rather than here with me, made me feel angered and hurt by Donna's decision. "So I don't get a say in any of this?" I asked her, spitting it at her as I felt pain in my heart. She doesn't trust me anymore.
Donna stayed still, a toy in her hands and her ice blue eyes glued to me. "I didn't get a say in this decision, did I?" she questioned me bluntly in return. "Right," she grumbled. "There was an ATF Agent here this morning," Donna told me. "She's a real nasty bitch," she commented. Stahl. "Grilled me about you, the club," Donna informed me. "Said SAMCRO was gonna tear apart my family," Donna cried, her voice cracking a little and made my heart sink. All I could do was apologize. "I'm moving in with my mom. I'm gonna find a place near her where me and the kids-" Donna went to say.
Cutting her off, I didn't want to hear her plans, instead I wanted answers for the choices she had been making. "Donna, just-" I went to ask her, but tried to find the right words. Effectively, I had stopped her from continuing what she was telling me. "Why did you stay?" I asked her, which made her ask me what I had meant. "When I was inside," I tried to explain. "Why the hell didn't you get out five years ago?" I questioned her.
She was packing things away when she was telling me about moving in with her mom, but I chose to walk closer and stop her from packing. That way, she'd focus and listen to my questions. "Our kids were babies," she gulped, her eyes scared as she stared up at me. "Maddie and Piney were helping me bring them-" she went to make an excuse using my family.
I wasn't going to listen to her bullshit. "Don't put this on the kids or my family," I stopped her. "You knew that I was gonna go back to SAMCRO," I stated, letting what we were holding back come out into the open. "What the hell else was I gonna do?" I asked her. "I'm not your brother. I'm not your dad," I pointed out to her.
She stared at me as I spoke, taking in all that I was telling her. "Can't be a good ol' boy chucking wood from 6:00 to 6:00," I stated. "I earn with the club. That's what I know. That's how I support this family," I gave her my reasons. "I'm doing this because of you! Because I love you and the kids," I explained further, my voice firm and full of emotion. I really did love my family. "If you can't get behind that...keep packing," I suggested sadly. "I'm gonna see my kids," I told her before I opened the door and left her to cry alone.
GPOV
Entering the store, I began to pull things off the shelves and placed them inside my shopping cart. After I was at least half way done, I could hear footsteps rushing towards me quickly. "Gemma. Hey, Gemma," Cherry called after me. "I gotta talk to you," she told me. "I didn't want to go by your place because I'm afraid the feds might be watching," she informed me of her fears.
Hearing her talk about the feds surprised me, making me wonder how much the girl really knew about what was going on and about the club. "How do you know about that?" I asked her, stunned that she knew about the federal agents that seemed to follow us all around.
She looked as though she had run all this way to meet me. "They just came to the nail salon looking for me," she told me. "I called Half-Sack," she informed me of what she had done the moment she heard about the feds looking for her. "And the feds are going after all the women," she warned me, but I was afraid of any of the feds looking for me, I knew what I had to do.
I had to do whatever it took to protect the club. "It's just a scare tactic," I informed her. "Tell them you open beers and suck dick. That's it," I gave her the perfect excuse and thing to tell them. "They got nothing," I reassured her.
Cherry looked nervous as she followed me around in the store. "I haven't been completely honest with Half-Sack," she informed me. I told her how I didn't like where it was going. "Yeah, I'm sorta married," she confessed to me, which made me ask her 'Sorta?' "Well, he was a sadistic asshole. He wouldn't divorce me, so I left. Took everything. Took the car, I took the money, I took the dog," she admitted to all the things that she had done.
Then, it occured to me what type of crime she could be in at that moment. I knew that she was in trouble, big trouble if what she was saying was true. "You're wanted for grand theft," I spoke in the legal terms as to what she could be sentenced for, if she was caught.
Cherry gave me a slow nod, which was a silent confirmation to my suspicions. "And arson," she added to the list. "I burned down our condo," she admitted, which made me sigh and give her a sarcastic comment. "He was such a dick, Gemma," she told me, as though that was reason enough to burn down a house and steal everything from him.
It seemed like the shit pile kept building for Cherry. "Jesus Christ, Cherry," I grumbled in a quiet tone as I kept walking down the isles. That is, if it is her real name. I wonder if this bitch is crazy enough to be telling us a lie when it came to her name.
As though I couldn't be shocked enough, she did surprise me and with the biggest surprise that was left out of the shit pile. "It's actually Rita," she confessed, making me stop in my tracks and look at her stunned. What hasn't this girl lied to us about? "Cherry was our dog's name. And she died. And I always liked it better than mine," Rita explained, which made me reply awkwardly. Rita sighed. "What am I gonna do?" she asked me. "I love Half-Sack," she admitted. "It's going so good, Gemma," she commented on their relationship. "What the hell am I gonna do?" she questioned me.
There was nothing else I could tell the girl, seeing as she had made a web of lies that eventually would of caught her one day or another. "You gotta get outta here, Rita," I told her, knowing that any area of the map was safer than here for her in that very moment. These feds could throw her in jail without a single problem.
"But I don't want to leave him," Cherry whined.
I didn't see any way to tell her differently what could happen to her if she stayed. "They're gonna threaten you with jail time," I informed her and warned her at the same time. She agreed with it, declared that she wasn't a rat and that only made me surprised at her. The girl clearly didn't know about what it was like behind prison bars. "You ever been inside?" I asked her.
The next few things that happened shocked and impressed me at first, it then turned into failure and was pathetic to watch for both sides. Cherry and I spotted the feds walk into the store, in search for the pair of us, as most likely. Sneaking her way away from the feds, Cherry hit one with a bottle and ran towards the front door. One of the other agents had been waiting outside the store, taking hold of her, he then took her into custody and Stahl made her way towards me. "Hard to find good help these days, huh?" she asked me.
Going back to my shopping, I kept moving and acted as though nothing had happened between myself and Cherry. Or Rita. At this point, I didn't know or care. "Know what you mean," I agreed as I saw them take Rita away. "That little tart doesn't know anything," I spoke as I gestured towards Rita.
I didn't look Agent Stahl in the eyes, but I could hear her following me and sensed her watching my every move. "What about the porn star?" she asked me, curious to see if I would break and crumble at this information. "We've got her in custody too," she told me, as though it would make me worry.
Luann would never rat on the club. "She can probably teach you how to give a great hummer," I told her, trying to make light jokes and not give away anything that would harm the club. "But I'm guessing you've got that covered," I commented, which made her reply a small 'I get by.' "Picking off the ones that have the most to lose," I noted. "Smart," I complimented her. "That's how I'd do it," I agreed with a nod of my head.
From what I heard, Stahl had taken Luann and Rita, questioned Tara, Donna and Maddie, so I was guessing it was now my turn. "Yeah," she agreed. "I've seen you in action," she told me. "You almost killed that one with a skateboard, didn't you?" she asked as she gestured towards Cherry.
Truthfully, I didnt feel the need to make or give any excuse to Stahl, but I slipped up by giving her information that seemed irrelevant to anything she was talking to me about. "We've mended fences," I told her with a nod of my head.
We were staring directly at one another, both of us stood in the middle of the store and challenging one another with words. "I guess so," she agreed. "What was she doing?" she asked me curiously. "Asking for the queen's advice? What lies to tell?" she questioned me. "I'll bet that there's...enough secrets in that pretty head of yours to bury an empire," Stahl told me as she stared directly into my eyes, her fingers gently touching my hair as to neaten it up or intimidate me in a sickening way.
Something about her told me that she was the type to bend both ways, as this was not how a woman naturally would act with another that she hardly met. "I'm just a wife and mother, darlin'," I informed her. "You know, you might want to unscrew that penis sometimes," I began to mock her. "It's fun being a girl," I stated as our faces were inches apart, a small smirk forming on my lips as I intimidated her by invading her personal space. "And if you want me...you know where I live," I reminded her in a quiet whisper. Leaving her, I went to pay for my things and left. I'm not afraid of you, agent Stahl.
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