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Three Princes
A sequel to "Intended"
Chapter 25
"You sure that's a good idea over there?" Bobby was the first to question Tig's logic, pointing over towards the other beat up picnic table next to where Tig and his brothers sat, picking at sandwiches and burgers. Bobby's observation had halted a great deal of planning with so many things falling into place, Clay was good to provide cover, and or a distraction, Chibs was securing lighting, Juice would act as look-out, Happy…well, Happy would be there if he could be, what with Slinky-Slinky-bitch about to pop, Opie would…fuck, Opie would be there…and Bobby, he'd be making shit happen…if he stopped worrying about Joss and Chucky at the other weather beaten table, anyway. Joss and Chucky were happily eating the nachos they'd made from the few bags of corn chips out of the vending machine and the salsa and slices of cheese they'd raided from the fridge in the clubhouse, melting the cheese on the chips in the office microwave. Was that little tea party over at that table a good idea? Well…shit…Tig wanted to say "no," but the truth was Joss looked more like Joss, sitting at that table with Chucky, than he'd seen her looking since before Gemma had…well…Tig wasn't thinking about that anymore. It wasn't going to matter soon anyway.
"Chucky makes her laugh," Tig answered as he watched the pair of substitute garage managers sharing their lunch and discussing Joss's first ever days working at Teller-Morrow Automotive, and her misinterpretations of what "tranny lube" was. Tranny lube…sounded…humane…huh? What the fuck? That was Chewbadooba's fault…all the fucking transvestite cracks that night they stole Joss's wedding dress! Fuck Chewbadooba! Anyway, Chucky was somehow good for Joss. In fact, the whole garage had been good for Joss, just like Tig had expected it would be. She'd perked up within an hour of being here, spoke no more of Gemma, didn't seem to be worried about the fight she'd been in the midst of with her, or how to fix it, and Joss mentioned nothing about the wedding, despite how close it was coming to the day. She'd took about an hour to go on some "meet and greet" tour with all his brothers before starting work officially, giving out hugs and collecting kisses on the cheek, but that was only slightly annoying…as was her continuing neediness…Tig couldn't walk into the office and get back out again without Joss hanging on some part of him. Okay, so that wasn't as bad as Tig made it out to be…or wanted it to be…Jesus fucking Christ, he just wanted to take her home, get her in bed and wrap her up in his arms…that damn girl…she made him want the most embarrassing shit! He looked over at Joss again, studied the smile on her face, watched her long, midnight hair fall over her shoulder, the crimson tendrils of it kissing the swell of her magnificent rack as those emerald eyes of Nefertiti squinted against the sunlight; long, elegant, white fingers tipped with black nails wiping away a smudge of salsa from the fairness of her face…Tig was going to marry her. He looked back at Bobby, Joss was fine with Chucky; she was only a few feet away, Tig could see and hear nearly all of what went on at the other table, and there were other matters to be discussed at the table he and his brothers gathered around. "Let's get back to tonight."
But Bobby only shook his head and rolled his eyes as he looked away from Joss and Chucky. "That's a truly beautiful girl," he said to Tig, cocking his head towards Joss. "What are you gonna do if 'Tarzan' over there 'gets back to' swingin' on his 'vine?'"
"Shit Bobby, Chucky's only got two fingers!" Replied Tig with unhidden annoyance, but then he sighed, knowing what he was up against. Joss fucking loved Bobby, and Bobby fucking loved Joss, and Bobby was just concerned for the respect the girl was going to be getting from her new, "jerky" friend. Tig wanted to be concerned about that too, he wanted to feel angry and jealous at hearing and seeing Joss laughing and talking with another man, but the ugly fucking truth was that Tig was more grateful that something had restored his sweet, dark, angle to herself than he was suspicious of anything. Besides…it was Chucky…what the hell was Chucky going to do? Still, Joss was Tig's, and it was pissing him off that anyone thought Tig would put what was his in some sort of compromising atmosphere. "Would you quit bustin' my balls about this?" He asked looking at Bobby, but quickly catching sight of Opie sitting beside him and focusing on Ope now. "I'd expect that shit outta him, but not you." Tig said, nodding towards Opie, who looked up innocently then, a bit annoyed himself.
"Hey bro, I haven't said a word!" Opie said defensively, but then looked over towards Joss and Chucky, like maybe he should.
"And I thank you for that!" Tig threw out curtly, successfully stopping big, ol' Chewbadooba in his tracks…yeah…but…fuck! He'd just said "thank you" to Opie! God fucking damn it! Shit…the planning at the table had been going so swimmingly until Bobby had to go and notice Joss with Chucky…Chucky…like he was anything to worry about. He had complete respect for Tig's old lady; that was obvious. Twice today Chucky had commented to Tig, "She's such a nice girl," and later, "I'm really surprised by what a nice girl she is." Well, yeah…what the hell had Chucky been expecting Tig to be marrying? Some crazy ass bitch on death row for killing her ex-lover's family and boiling their pet rabbit alive? Joss would never do that…in fact, if she even knew that Tig mentioned boiling a rabbit alive, she'd be looking at him all sad and upset over a fucking fictitious rabbit! Whatever, if Chucky didn't respect Joss, he'd have complimented her tits, or her ass or some other, less sexualized, physical feature, but no, Chucky had seen through all of that shit, straight through to the "nice girl" that Joss was.
"So look," Opie cleared his throat a bit and glanced at everyone at the table, getting everyone back on track again…really fucking good of him to do that…but then, he was probably acting out of his immeasurable and disgusting affection for Joss and what made her happy, even if it was Chucky. "The doors are likely chained shut, so we better make sure we've got bolt cutters to get inside," he looked down the table towards Tig. "That is if you were planning on going inside."
Tig nodded. "Yeah, that's cool," he said, but then felt as though he may be leaving his brethren with a wrong impression of himself. "But only cuz the place has been abandoned for like twenty-five years and is pretty creepy now."
"Hey man, I hear that place is haunted too!" Juice's innocent enthusiasm once again sounded so out of place amongst the men that surrounded him and all eyes fell upon him as head's began to shake. "What?" Juice asked, not understanding how ridiculous he sounded…but then, that so often was Juice. "Doesn't it look haunted to you all?"
"Haunted or not," Clay sighed and looked towards Tig himself. "You sure you want to do this? Could cause some unheard of chaos," he warned, then sighed once more a bit reluctantly, and Tig couldn't really blame him…this was risky. "Not that I don't think it's an idea whose time has finally come."
Tig nodded, as solidly in favor of this as he'd ever been. "Has to happen like this, Clay," He looked over towards Joss, she was so much calmer and carefree, so happy to be free from the bindings of poofy, white dresses and seating charts, and the pressures of having to be Gemma's perfect kid. Tig hadn't even seen Joss clutch at her right side in the last few hours either. Finally that girl was smiling again…and it wasn't taking clinging to her old man to produce it. However things went tonight, Tig wouldn't do a damn thing to jeopardize the peace of mind that Joss had so recently won back. He turned to his brothers again. "Leave Joss out of this," he instructed, half commandingly and half begging. "She finds out, she'll worry herself sick; little girl's been through enough, I'm not letting that happen."
Author's Note: Thank you all for your patience and support! Sorry for the delay in posting, but it appears that my latest relapse of Rhabdomyolysis has finally let up enough to allow me to do some typing again! I'm not sure how often I'll be updating, but I am trying! Sorry again for the short chapter, but it's just good to have something to post once more! Thanks again so very much for all your concern, well wishes, kind words and most of all, for your readership and your reviews!