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Tig was trying to stay in bed as long as possible. Gwen had her arm draped around his waist as she was lying on her stomach. Her hair was a big mess and the sheets only covered half of her ass and her left leg.
Apparently she was waking up when she slowly stretched herself as a cat. She looked up at him and groaned. Tig snorted. "What is it babe? It can't be the hangover." He teased. Gwen got up and straddled him. Her eyes still half closed, filtering out the little light that was in the room.
"I just don't wanna get out of this bed today," she told him. She leaned closer and kissed him gently. His hand buried itself in her hair, almost tangling itself within the knots.
"You can stay if you want," he told her. "But I got to get out any minute now." She laid back down on his chest and let out a yawn. He caressed her back, making Gwen hum. "Come on babe, get up."
"No," she said sleepily as she still laid on top of his chest. Tig shook his head, before a thought crossed his mind. "Ow!" Gwen exclaimed as she received slapped her on the ass.
"Is that gonna get you out of bed?"
"Yeah," she muttered. Gwen let out and annoyed sigh and kissed him a last time. Her teeth caught his lower lip a bit down little harder as she pulled away from the kiss, taking a small revenge for the slap on her ass.
She got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Can you help me taking the wrap off? I'm gonna take a quick cold shower." Tig carefully took the wrap off, taking a good look at his crow that now marked her body.
"See you tonight?" she asked him, her eyes hopeful.
"Yeah, of course," he told her.
"Yours or mine?"
"Mine, I'm gonna make dinner," Tig said. She was grinning a little bit. "What surprised I'm actually gonna cook for you?"
"No," she replied with a small smile. "I just think it's cute."
Of all the words she could have chosen she chose cute. He wasn't cute for god's sake. "I'm gonna regret this…" he muttered.
"Anything you want me to wear?" she asked seductively, now nibbling his ear.
"Gwen I got to go. This ain't helpin'."
"I know," she said looking up at him with a bright smile. "Just lemme know. I'm gonna take a quick shower alright?"
"You do what you gotta do. I'll see you tonight," he told her giving her one last kiss before she walked into the bathroom.
Gwen was happy she had left a brush in Tig's dorm, because her hair wouldn't want to cooperate. She would head home, get changed and probably go to the studio or maybe she was going to do nothing today. She also needed to call Julia about what happened yesterday. She probably would be upset that Gwen's first tattoo wasn't by her, but she didn't doubt that Julia would immediately would start with sketching some ideas.
Gwen walked into the main room of the clubhouse and walked into the kitchen where she saw Juice standing, leaning over the sink a little. "Hey," she said softly. It startled Juice as he almost jumped away from the sink.
"You okay?" she asked, with a frown. He seemed pale, huge bags underneath his eyes. She had no idea what was going on, but this wasn't good. Juice shook his head.
"I'm fine, really," he said, but his voice almost seemed to be on the edge of breaking. Gwen walked towards the sink and filled the water boiler with some water so she could make some tea for herself. She turned around and leaned against the counter looking at Juice when her eyes caught sight of the marking in his neck.
"You know you can talk to me right?" she said. Gwen walked up to him and tried to pull his collar down a bit. He flinched away from her touch, but Gwen already saw the purplish bruises in his neck. She felt scared. "Did- did you really tr-…"
"Juice!" Chibs called. "Jax wants to talk to ye," he said standing near the entrance of the kitchen.
"Yeah I'll be there," Juice adjusted his collar and passed Chibs. Chibs looked at Gwen, his eyes demanding her to tell him what she knew.
"He didn't tell me anything," she said, her own voice breaking a little. "Shit!" she called slamming her fist onto the kitchen counter.
"Listen Gwen, this ain't yer problem. Let it go," Chibs told her. "He needs to figure out his own shite. No need to worry yer pretty head over things ye can't control." He looked at her hand that was turning red. "Put some ice on it lass."
"I will," she muttered.
"Now," Chibs commanded. Gwen let out an annoyed sigh, opened the fridge and found a bag of peas she put in a clean dishcloth, and held it against her hand. "He didn't tell ye anything else that evening?"
Gwen shook her head. "No," she said, her voice hoarse. "Did he tell you why?"
"Come here lass," Chibs pulled her in a hug. "Don't worry about the boy. We'll take care of him. Maybe ye can talk to him later."
Gwen nodded and pushed back her tears. She heard that the water boiler stopped. "Thanks."
"Ye take it easy," Chibs told her before walking away.
Gwen turned around and poured the hot water in a cup. She found some standard tea blend and threw in the bag. She held the mug in her hands and stared ahead of her.
"You sure you can keep your old man satisfied?" A sweet voice came from the entrance of the kitchen. "I mean you could at least have tried to cover that up," she said pointing at her neck. Gwen took a sip from her tea, trying to keep in control of herself.
"No need to cover it up anymore darling," Gwen said looking at the blonde standing in the kitchen now, her arms crossed in front of her. "Everybody knows now. No sneaking around anymore. And about whether I can keep my old man satisfied? Yes. I can. Believe me we've already discussed that part."
Gwen emptied her cup and put it down on the counter, taking a step closer to the other blond. "What was your name again?" Gwen asked.
"Rachel," she replied.
"Well Rachel, I am gonna give you a warning. If I ever see you, or any other croweater here, touching my old man… It won't end well for you, or anybody else who tries." Gwen looked at her, the woman in front of her was taller, but she had no doubt she could easily take her down if she had to.
"I'm not afraid of you," Rachel told her, taking a step forward.
"Maybe you should be," she said lowly. "Have a nice day," Gwen said, before walking out of the kitchen. She clenched and unclenched her fists.
She stalked into Gemma's office who was looking through some documents. "Hey Gem, any news on my car just yet?" Gwen asked, wondering how long she would have to use her substitute car.
"Yeah," Gemma said. "If you're willing to pay a lot of money on a fix that maybe solves the problem, you can keep the car. But it's better if you lose it." Gwen nodded absent mindedly. "Don't you like the rental?" Gemma asked. "You could buy it, minus the money you paid for the rent, plus some parts of your truck are actually salvageable."
"Just lemme know how much I need to pay," she said grimly. "I loved that thing."
"Honey, it's a miracle is still driving. They guys were surprised on how many fixes you made yourself that actually worked. Sweetheart, your car is a piece of crap." Gemma looked up at Gwen. "I'm surprised that your old man didn't force you to buy a new car."
Gwen grinned a little. Gemma finally referred Tig as her old man. "You're right. Just lemme know how much the car will cost."
"Alright. Now, close the door, we need to talk," Gemma said. Gwen closed the door and sat across from the queen. "I heard some croweaters talk. They're probably gonna test the waters on how you will deal with them."
"Yeah Rachel was already asking whether I could keep Tig satisfied. I told her off, but I don't think she's afraid of me."
"Own your man as much as he owns you," Gemma said, eying Gwen. "I would be surprised if you could keep him satisfied on all those levels," Gemma said cryptically.
Gwen laughed. "Oh me too. Maybe I just need to have really loud sex with him a whole night. Maybe that helps."
Gemma shrugged her shoulders. "Might, but I don't think so. They'll try. You just need to be ready to take action when the time comes."
Gwen grinned. Maybe she was actually in for some sort of fistfight. It maybe would be a good thing. Her setting an example for the rest, if one tried. Yet she rather didn't want to, but maybe she guessed Gemma was right.
Gwen made a picture of her tattoo with some difficulty and put an attachment in the email. She hit send and kept her phone near her. That moment Julia would see it, she would call her.
Her phone rang and she picked up. "WHAT?!" she heard Julia yell. "That thing isn't mine!" She exclaimed. "But it's an awesome piece! I'm so happy for you!"
"Thanks," Gwen finally said. "I'm really happy with it as well. I was so surprised. I'm stoked about it. Happy did an amazing job."
"This is basically biker marriage right now?"
"Yeah sort off," Gwen giggled. "I think that I prefer this over a wedding though."
"See it was meant to be," Julia said. "So sweetheart, I gotta start sketching. Once your sleeve is healed, I'm gonna tattoo you. And if you don't think of something yourself I'm gonna think of something for you."
"I got the message Jules, don't worry. But…" Gwen started. "My old man doesn't mind getting a tattoo of my choice, something like that."
"You're saying he is going to get a tattoo for you? That's sweet. So I guess you want me to do it?"
"Yeah, but I really don't know what I want to put on his body. I mean not my name or something, I think that's a little trashy."
"We could do a pin-up resembling you?" Julia offered. "We can make you look super sexy so every time he misses you, he can look at his pin-up. How about that?"
"And that isn't trashy?"
"Listen pin-ups are timeless, absolutely fun to do and I bet he'll love it. I spoke to him only twice, but my guess is, he will totally love it," Julia said. "So you're just gonna ask alright?"
"Alright I will, thank you."
"No problem. And start thinking of the one I am going on you once your sleeve is healed. Can't wait see that thing in person."
"I will Jules, take care."
"Hey handsome," Gwen said as Tig opened the door. She could already smell something like steak and it smelled delicious, making her stomach growl a little. Tig had barely closed the door before pushing her up against the wall, claiming her mouth.
Gwen moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked carefully walked towards the kitchen. Her hands were in his hair until he had to let her go. Gwen leaned against the wall when Tig quickly flipped the steaks.
"Well now I guess I know how you felt the other night," Gwen told him with a smile. Tig looked over his shoulder for a moment.
"You already wet babe?"
"Soaking," Gwen said with a grin as he handed her a beer. Tig continued cooking as Gwen sat down on the chair. The table was already set so she could just sit down and watch her old man cook. After a couple of minutes he set down the plates on the table.
"You look different," he noted, looking at her clothing. His eyes drawn in by her black blouse. The first couple of buttons were undone, giving him a small glimpse of her cleavage.
"Yup I ditched the simple shirts for today. Found this one somewhere in a box I forgot about, that still needed unpacking the other day. You like it?"
'Yeah I do," Tig said, sitting down across from her.
"By the way, you can cook more often. This tastes really good," Gwen said, taking another bite from her steak.
"You think?"
"I'm sure of it," both went back to eating their meal when Tig suddenly frowned. "Babe what's wrong?"
"Nah, nothing," Gwen looked at him and raised her eyebrow, telling him to cut the crap. "Alright," Tig started. "Clay.. I don't know what to do for him anymore. He doesn't want me around. I'm his right hand for god's sake. I'm the one between him and the goddamn bullet. It's only club business. I never get to talk to my friend you know?"
Gwen looked at him. It hurt him. She found it a little ironic, that Gemma had always warned her about hurting Tig. But this wasn't of Gwen's doing, it was because of Gemma's husband.
"I'm thinking about stepping down as Sergeant at Arms Gwen, I don't know how to do this anymore. He's shutting me and everybody else out. I don't know what to do."
"You don't feel appreciated anymore. Not as a friend, not as his right hand," Gwen analyzed. "You should talk to him about it."
"Yeah, exactly," she could see a bit of relieve on his face, knowing that somebody did understand him. "And maybe I should talk to him about it."
"You do what you think is good for you," Gwen told him. "I don't know what to do here. To be very honest with you… I don't know what to think of Clay, so I'm kind of wary of him. And he's wary of me. You don't think it's because of me? Do you?" Gwen suddenly worried.
"Nah, it ain't you. It's the cartel, his hands… let's not talk about it."
"Okay," she said. "By the way I talked to Julia today," she said with a smile. "She loved it." Tig returned her smile with a grin of his own. "We've discussed the possibilities on what could be on your body, if your still open to-.. you know."
Tig started laughing. "You two didn't waste any time, did ya? So what are my options so far?" He asked.
"Well, I was wondering what you were thinking about first."
"No, don't be shy now." Gwen rolled her eyes, trying to suppress her blush in the meanwhile.
"Alright, the only idea I really liked until now was the idea of a pin-up. I mean it's fun…"
"Does the pin-up look like you?" Tig asked, after taking a bite of his steak.
"Uhm, yeah?"
"I'm down." Gwen grinned.
"Good, I'll let Julia know when we'll come over," Gwen said with a grin.
"I can't go to Oregon though. I got a warrant there…"
"Really?" Tig nodded. "What did you do?" Gwen exclaimed.
"I really don't wanna talk about it right now. I'll get the tattoo by Julia, but I can't go to Oregon."
"Oh. Alright. I'll go talk to her," Gwen said with a smile. She looked at Tig who grinned.
They continued to eat their steak and Gwen wished she had more space left in her stomach for more steak, because it tasted amazing. Tig had placed the dishes in the sink, not wanting to do the dishes right now.
"I can see you're thinking something," she observed. "So spill it out," Gwen urged Tig on. He reached for his pocket and revealed a set of keys, handing it to Gwen. Gwen gave him a smile.
"It was about time I gave you those," Tig said, squeezing her hand as she took the set of keys. Gwen smiled. They were making a big steps right now. "No I ain't finished yet," Tig told her when she was about to open her mouth.
"I got no idea how you think about this, but… I want you around more. I want you move in with me." Gwen's mouth opened and closed a couple of times. "I mean we could also buy a house together if you want."
"Y-yes," Gwen said with a smile, walking over to Tig settling down on his lap. "I'm in favor of our house instead of your house or mine." She grinned against his mouth.
"Alright. We need to start looking at houses soon then," Tig said. He suddenly lifted her up and placed her down at the kitchen table. Gwen tried to move away her bottle of beer, but it fell onto the floor. Tig didn't care and undid the buttons of the blouse she was wearing.
She wore a black lacy bra that matched her blouse. He pulled her bra down a little and took a nipple in his mouth. Gwen tried to hold onto his arm that rested on the table, firmly taking a hold of him. When he sucked a little harder, Gwen let out a strangled moan.
"Tig, you might wanna go a little easier on me," she warned him.
"They still sensitive from yesterday?" she nodded, giving him a small smile as he looked at her. He kissed her mouth, her hand tangling in his hair. "I fucking love you," she whispered as her hands reached for his belt.
"You told me to go easy on you," he reminded her. Gwen shrugged her shoulders. It was not like she could help herself. She moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth again, his lips bruising against hers.
"You know what the best thing is about us living together?" Gwen asked him.
"Well?"
"Our house, our kitchen table, our couch, our bedroom. Our bed," she whispered in his ear.
"I can't wait," Tig said as Gwen sat up wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Jax is on the way to Saint Thomas with Tara. He said that he was able to arrange something," Clay said after a second phone call with Jax. "Let's wait for them there."
"Jesus Christ," Chibs explained. "Ye think it's Lobos?"
"Pretty sure about that," Clay said lowly. "No time to draw conclusions yet. We get to Saint Thomas ask Jax what happened before we act. Brains before bullets."
"Guys I gotta check up on my old lady," Tig immediately said. He was worried. What if Gwen was in trouble too? He immediately dialed her number and walked away from the group, trying to find some privacy
"Gwen?" Tig asked, almost yelled over the phone. His heart was racing and normally he was the one who stayed calm under those kind of situations together with Happy.
"Yes? Something wrong?"
"You okay?"
"Yes I'm at my studio. Just wrapped things up, sending the sketches to the company I was talking about. Plus sold two pieces this morning. What's going on?"
"You stay there, you don't go anywhere until somebody picks you up okay? Tara got attacked."
"What?!" Gwen yelled, immediately locking the door of her studio.
"I'm sending a prospect to pick you up. You don't get out on your own. Got it? He'll bring you to Saint Thomas."
"Got it. I love you. Be safe," Gwen said hanging up her phone. She immediately started packing her stuff, making sure she was ready to go. She was pacing through the room. Tara had been attacked.
Rat called her once he reached the studio and waited outside for Gwen who locked up the studio. He followed her with his bike and kept a steady on her as she parked her car. She hopped out and quickly walked into the building looking for her man.
"Back off!" Chibs called when she saw Roosevelt trying to reach out to Juice. Gwen kept silent and looked at Tig who shot her a look, telling her to stay where she was. Roosevelt glanced over his shoulder for a moment.
"Miss Kozik, long time no see," she could swear she could almost hear the primal noises coming of the men.
"It indeed has been a little while." Gwen said with a slight flirty tone, her look on her face told him otherwise. "Have I interrupted something?"
Tig looked at her and suddenly it seems like she was taller. She was calm, yet it was hard to miss the edge she had in her voice, showing she was far from pleased.
"No, I was wondering if you've heard from your brother lately?" Roosevelt asked.
"No, I haven't. Have you any news on my father's murder? I haven't received an update in a while. When will we be able to arrange a proper burial? I dare to say that my brother Anthony wants to give him a dignified good bye, instead of a shallow grave. It will definitely give some closure to our family, something we all could use after all those years of doubt."
Tig shot her a reassuring look, telling her she was doing okay. He felt proud of her, she stood her ground and didn't back off.
"Well, I actually wanted to contact you tomorrow to share some information with you," he told her.
"And what kind of information would that be?"
"The witness who has seen your father for the last time, James Boyd, has been found death in his prison cell."
Gwen's mouth fell open for a moment, her mouth open and closing. "So you're saying that the one man, who could possibly could've clear things up, is gone?"
"Yes that's exactly what I'm saying," before Roosevelt could continue Gwen interrupted him.
"Well, that's unfortunate. I would've really hoped we could clear things up, and that you would've been able to get to the bottom of this. Is my brother Anthony already aware of this?"
"Yeah he is," Roosevelt said, his tone a little annoyed.
"Well that means I'm probably need to call my brother soon, considering the fact he knows more than me. Anyways, I interrupted something, right?"
"Yeah," Juice said, his voice hoarse. "You said you wanted to talk?"
"Yeah, in private please if we can."
Chibs was about to object, but Juice put a hand to his chest. "It's okay," he said and they walked through the doors towards a different hallway.
Tig immediately walked over to her, pulling her in for an embrace.
"Stop Tig, you're suffocating me," she muttered as her face was pressed against his cut. She loved the smell of his leather, it made her feel safe.
"Sorry babe," he told her. "You did good." She did really well. He was happy she was save with him right now.
"Thanks. So what happened? Tara got attacked, by who? Is she gonna be okay?" Gwen asked. Sitting down on one of the plastic chairs that were in the hallway. Tig settled beside her.
He looked around to make sure nobody was listening onto their conversation. Rat quickly dismissed himself and walked over to the rest of the group. "Tara's hand is shattered. We don't know yet if it will get better, but we'll have to see. We think it's the other cartel. We gotta be careful Gwen. Rat's gonna take you to the clubhouse. You stay there until I tell ya otherwise. Got it?"
Gwen nodded. Suddenly he pulled her into a short passionate kiss, cupping her face. Gwen felt a little dizzy when he pulled away. He looked into her eyes with an intense stare, almost making her want to flinch away. "I'm proud of you."
Later that evening Gwen was waiting in the clubhouse for Tig to get back to her. She sat down at the bar accompanied by Rat who was actually pretty relaxed to hang around with. They even played a round of pool, before he got back to work.
Tig walked in and settled beside Gwen on a barstool. Rat immediately started to pour drinks for the men who slowly dripped into the clubhouse. The couple sat beside each other in silence. They would talk later about what happened and how Tara was doing.
After half an hour she followed Tig into his room, kissing him gently after they closed the door. "You okay?" she whispered. Tig nodded.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Just glad if wasn't you- not that Tara deserved it, but I'm glad I'm not in Jax's place right now."
Gwen nodded. It wasn't a nice thought to have, but she would have the same feeling. Tig sat down against the headboard. Gwen nestled herself beside him when he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"The guys ordered pizza. I got one for you too," he said.
"Thanks. I'm pretty hungry actually. Tired too."
"I get it doll," he told her. "Go get some sleep. I'll wake you for the pizza."
"You better," she muttered. He cupped her face kissing her gently. Gwen couldn't help but moan against his mouth when his tongue slipped inside her mouth. Tig slowly pulled away and kissed her forehead.
"Get some sleep," he told her, before getting out of the bed. Gwen slipped underneath the covers after she kicked off her shoes, but kept her clothes on.
"Tig?" she called before he was able to walk out of the room. "You made sure that James Boyd died, right?" Tig nodded. "Thank you," she said softly. Tig inclined his head, before closing the door behind him.
Gwen turned around in the bed, making herself comfortable. James Boyd was dead. No more witnesses. No way to tie her brother to the murder, besides his one confession that could be definitely questioned if they played it right. She stretched herself one more time and slowly fell asleep, feeling relieved.
Gwen sat down at the table trying to stuff herself with the last slices of pizza. She was hungry, but she was slowly getting full. The guys had made fun of her, wondering how she was able to stay in shape when she was eating that much.
Gwen shrugged her shoulders. The guys might think she was in shape, yet she really wanted to get back into pole dancing in a studio to gain back some strength, and fitness. Gwen averted her eyes from her pizza. "I can't," she whined.
"Lass, those pizzas are huge. It's a wonder ye were able to eat that much."
"It's a waste Chibs. I don't like wasting food."
"Stop complaining Gwen, ya ain't paying for it," Tig reminded her.
"True," she muttered.
Suddenly the doors of the clubhouse opened. Clay walked into the clubhouse. Gwen didn't like the air he was having around him. It scared her a little. He walked straight into the chapel, closing the doors firmly behind him. Gwen looked at Tig, and Chibs. Both apparently didn't know how to respond to it either.
Gwen looked at the slices that were left. Stood up and took the cardboard. "Happy's gonna kill me for this," she muttered before throwing it away in the trashcan.
"Good to see you brother," Kozik said pulling Tig into a brotherly hug.
"Can we talk later?" He asked. Kozik immediately raised his eyebrow but nodded.
"Sure bro," he said before focusing back on work, walking into the warehouse. Lee and Quinn had come to Charming as well and presented the guns to the rest of the club. It was some heavy shit in there. Guns and weapons that could be used in a war.
Guns were always used in war, but the new merchandise was of a different level. Tig was sure that Galindo would be pleased with it. The Irish were indeed nervous when it came down onto the cartel and wanted a meet first, before they would accept it.
Clays said he had everything under control, but Tig was wondering if that was truly the case. He already sold the deal to Galindo. What if the Irish didn't except and samcro wasn't able to hold up the deal on their end?
Romeo seemed decent for a wetback, but it made him a little uneasy, especially since they gave the club a lot of revenue. More than the guns were actually worth. Cutting this deal off, would be a disaster for the club. He was sure that Romeo wanted to get compensated for that.
"So what do ya want to talk about?" Kozik asked, sitting on his bike after they stored the guns.
"Gwen and I are official," Tig stated. "She got her ink the day before yesterday."
"You what?!" he yelled in response. Kozik got off his bike and Tig braced himself for impact, at first he thought that Kozik was going to hit him, but soon he got a hug. "Finally man, it was about time," Tig looked in confusion at the blonde. "Got you there didn't I?"
Tig shook his head and let out a chuckle. "Yeah you did," he admitted. Tig got on his bike and looked at Kozik. "Come on let's get to church."
Gwen found herself in a diner with Quinn, Tig, and her brother for some sort of a brunch. Herman was finally back in Charming. "Are you gonna guess how many times I hit that waitress?" Quinn asked, pointing at the redhead who was flashing the guys extra smiles.
"To be honest I don't know. Maybe I'm better at guessing at how many sexual fantasies you have of hitting that waitress though," Gwen said making Quinn chuckle.
"Gwen, why don't you ever talk dirty to me?" Tig asked, almost sounding a little hurt. Making the other two men snicker a little. "This is you unfair you know. You never talked to me like that."
Gwen shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know."
"No don't say it Tiggy, I don't wanna hear it," Kozik warned Tig who shot him a grin.
"Like I didn't wanna hear how badly that croweater wanted you," Gwen muttered, looking at her brother.
"Seriously Gwen? That was more than a year ago," Kozik exclaimed.
"Yet I'm scarred for life," she pointed out, taking a sip of her coffee.
"I bet the clubhouse is scarred for life as well now they've heard you two fuck," Kozik told Gwen.
Gwen looked at Tig, who looked back at Kozik. "I'm not that loud am I?" Gwen asked, suddenly sounding insecure.
"No you're not. Only when we aren't at the clubhouse," Tig said. Gwen looked at Kozik with a smug smile who shook his head. "I can change that," he whispered. Gwen gave him a playful slap, letting out a laugh. Quinn just sat back and observed their banter.
A couple who were nearing their end forties' shot their table a look, probably hearing every detail of what they were talking about. "Sorry!" Gwen called, the couple just looked away and shook their heads, disapproving of their behavior.
The waitress came walking over and handed them their meals. Gwen listened to the men talking about several different things, but kept her mouth shut, just enjoying the moment. Once her plate was finished she felt an arm wrapped around her shoulder.
Gwen was grateful for this moment. Her brother congratulated her with her crow and becoming an official old lady. She knew he rather wanted her to have a different life, but he was fully aware it was too late for that now.
He was happy for her and had been genuinely impressed with Happy's work. They even talked about Anthony for a bit. Kozik would call him. Talk to him about what happened. Gwen offered to have some sort of family meeting.
"So how's your daughter?" Quinn suddenly asked. Herman grew tense. Gwen knew things weren't going great between him Kendra. He was talking less, and less about her.
"Not that great," he admitted. "I rather don't talk about it."
"Alright bro," Quinn told him clasping his shoulder for a moment.
"Thanks bro," Herman replied. Gwen looked at her brother who nodded, telling her he would talk to her about it.
"Be right back," Gwen said, giving Tig a small kiss before standing up from her booth.
"Biker whore," she suddenly heard as she walked past a table not too far from her. Gwen turned around and looked at the couple that shot their table dirty looks earlier.
"Excuse me?" Gwen asked, feeling her insides starting to boil.
"You heard me," the woman said. "Biker. Whore."
Gwen saw her brother shifting towards her, ready to step in. Gwen gave her a fake smile.
"Biker?" Gwen asked. "No, more of a casual rider at the moment. Before you continue to give me that weird look, that small bike out there, the matte black one… is mine. I wish it was more of a lifestyle though, but my lifestyle is art. Can't have both as a lifestyle I guess?"
The woman swallowed, feeling a little nervous. Her husband, looked a little bit uncomfortable, but kept his mouth shut.
"Now, the whore part," Gwen continued. "I don't get paid, to get laid. So I ain't a whore either. Not that there's something wrong with being a whore. Or a slut for that matter, because a woman should be allowed to do whatever she wants with her body. And you got no say about that."
The woman suddenly turned very quiet and her husband was already reaching for his jacket, hanging over his chair. She was pissed and so was Gwen.
"Good luck getting right with God when you felt so ashamed after getting a real orgasm when you didn't fake it. Because pleasure is a sin. I hope you enjoyed your meal," Gwen took a step back, allowing them to stand up from their seat. "Don't forget to tip sweethearts," she reminded the couple before Gwen walked towards the bathroom, not sparing them a second glance.
Gwen did her business and checked out her ink in the mirror when suddenly the redheaded waitress bumped into her when Gwen was about to get out.
"Oh s-sorry," the waitress said.
"No problem, it happens," Gwen said with a smile.
"I heard you out there, you okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned.
"Yeah. I've had worse than that. And if shit went out of hand I would've three guys who are willing to stand up for me. Unless I was really wrong, which I wasn't for the record."
The girl chuckled. "So who are you with?"
"My old man is the dark haired, blue-eyed guy. The blonde is my lovely brother. And then we have Quinn, the one with the beanie," Gwen said. Gwen felt the corners of her mouth turning upward in a small grin. "You interested?"
The waitress suddenly blushed. "They're interested?" she dared to ask. Gwen let out a small laugh.
"To put it very plainly: they're interested in almost every woman. But Quinn seems to take a fancy," Gwen admitted. "Don't do my brother. That would be awkward. Plus I would like to get him back for being a goddamn cock block."
The girl laughed. "You serious?"
"Yes," Gwen said. "I gotta warn you though, don't expect a relationship to come out of it. Those guys don't settle down easy. Never thought it would happen with me and my old man," she said with a smile. "Anyways, I'm gonna leave you to do whatever it is you need to do."
"Yeah," she said. "Thanks, I gotta go really badly right now."
"Do your thing," Gwen joked before getting out of the bathroom.
"What took you so long?" Tig asked.
"Girl stuff, okay?" Gwen said, settling in beside him.
"We're almost discussing the possibility of you eating something else besides what is offered on the menu," Quinn said. Gwen's jaw fell open and looked at Quinn.
"Yeah he just said that. I won't even get mad baby. So how did she taste like?" Tig asked.
"You guys, are horrible."
They all had ordered another drink before asking for the bill. The redheaded waitress called Kimberly gave the bill to Quinn. Kimberly walked away for a moment, taking an order from another table. Quinn suddenly looked at the piece of paper with a grin, when he noticed another note was slipped underneath it. It was her phone number.
"Seriously why you? I thought I had her!" Kozik almost yelled when they got outside, walking towards their bikes. Gwen couldn't wipe the grin of her face. It seemed like Tig, and especially Quinn had the same problem. "What you guys grinning at?!"
"Quinn, you thank me by buying me more food in the future. Kozik, you were such a cockblock last year… I decided to get you back."
"You what?!" Kozik yelled, making Quinn chuckle. Tig was leaning over his bike as he was shaking in laughter. Her brother looked anything, but pleased.
"Seriously everybody mentioned, that you were my brother and they all ran away from me. Do you know what that means? So many opportunities I could've gotten laid at that time, wasted."
Kozik just shook his head. "Whatever," he muttered.
Gwen got onto her bike, strapping on her helmet. Slowly all the Harleys came to life, making her smile.
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