*Andrea*
As I pull into Teller-Morrow, a ton of ATF vehicles are pulling out. I take note as the last car briefly comes to a stop and the woman in the passenger seat stares at me. I make eye contact through my sunglasses, then rev my bike speeding into the parking lot. That must be Agent Stahl.
"Hey, guys? Why was the ATF." I trail off as I remove my sunglasses upon entering the clubhouse. It was a wreck; the sweet-butts and crow-eaters were sweeping broken glass off the floor and placing the furniture in its place. Gemma was holding her stomach by the bar, and the guys were, I assume, in church as they weren't outside and are nowhere to be found. I hope they won't be too long; I needed to ask Opie why he was ducking my calls all morning.
"ATF took Bobby in for murder," Gemma says as she pours herself some liquor. "Want some? It's gonna be one of those days" She asks, looking up at me. I nod my head in answer as I take a seat on the barstool in front of her.
"You, okay, Gem?" I question in worry, she's still holding her side and appearing in some pain.
She hands me my glass as she takes a seat beside me. "I'm fine. That bitch kicked me in the ribs when I was on the floor. I'll be okay. I have my medicine." She states, holding up her glass.
I grin, we all know by medicine, she means the green type you smoke. "Do you need any help cleaning up?" I ask as I down my drink, sitting the empty glass on the bar running my finger round the rim.
"No, go be a regular mechanic today, these fine ladies have it covered." She tells me sarcastically as she looks at the girls who are still cleaning up, she removes herself from the stool and makes her way into the office. I then hear yelling start from church but pay no mind as I go out to the garage and start working on a vehicle.
I jump at the sound of someone clearing their throat from behind me. I turn around to see Piney. "Jesus Christ, Unc! You ought to know better than to sneak up on me, we need to get you a bell or something." I place a greasy hand over my heart as I take in a deep breath.
"Sorry." He says gruffly, rolling his eyes at my suggestion as he leans against a toolbox. I could tell something was bothering him by the grimace he had on his face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask as I go back to work. A moment passes before I look up at him to discover he has a frown. "Oh, I get it. Club business, can't tell me. Don't worry old man it's fine." I straighten myself up and shut the hood of the vehicle. It sucks he won't talk to me but I do get it. I'm not a son or an old lady with full disclosure.
I see Jax storming out of the clubhouse and over to his bike out of my peripheral vision and turn to wave at him. He looks right at me, or more like through me, it seems, and gets on his bike, speeding off a moment later. "Well, fuck you too, asshole," I mumble under my breath.
I don't know what his problem is, but I should have known better than to stay the night at his house without him, regardless of whether he was okay with it or not. I haven't heard anything from him for the past twelve hours and that fact alone is causing my heart to break a bit.
"What was that?" Piney questions nodding his head towards the gates, Jax just exited.
"Oh nothing, but that's the thanks I get for working on his house all day yesterday is all." I told my uncle. "Oh, by the way, have you seen Opie? Fucker has been ducking my calls all morning and I don't appreciate it." A frown happens on his face at my question. "What, is everything okay?"
"Andy, don't worry about it. I'm sure everything will be fine. I can't tell you anything." Piney says as he walks back into the clubhouse. What the fuck? First Jax, and now my uncle?
I get the tension with everything that has happened to the club involving the ATF and now Bobby. But they didn't have to take it out on me, a bunch of grumpy assholes.
An hour later Gemma comes to find me. "Hey, Andy, I'm gonna go to the hospital and visit Abel. You mind sitting in the office?" She asks, her bag on her shoulder and keys in her hand.
"Sure. I'm finished with all the cars, so I've nothing better to do." I grin as I wash my hands off in the sink. "Give the little guy a kiss for me," I say, before marching into the office and taking a seat behind the desk.
~ ~ ~
-Three hours later-
"Hey! I don't pay you to sleep!" Gemma swats my leg, waking me. That causes me to jump out of the chair and draw my gun, pointing it directly at her. "Woah!" She held her hands up, one hand holding a cup of tea.
I holster my gun. "Jesus Christ, Gemma! I'm so sorry!" I apologize for pulling a gun on her. "I am so jumpy."
Gemma takes a seat behind the desk, and I'm by the door. "Hey, can never be too safe around here. But you might want to get an unregistered gun, so nothing gets traced to you," She tells me, setting the cup down.
"Yeah. I've meant to ask you about that." I say, crossing my legs.
She chuckles, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I'll see what I can do, love," She tells me, taking a drink of her tea.
Just then, a knock comes at the door; Gemma and I both look at the person. I, for one, am at a loss for words. Opie's mother, Mary, was standing there; the all too familiar resting bitch face expression.
"Mary. Jesus Christ. What are you doing here?" Questioned, Gemma surprised, abandoning the paperwork temporarily.
"I was kinda hoping you could tell me," Mary says, stepping into the office. "Got a call from the feds asking me to pick up my grandkids from the Department of Justice facility in Stockton." My jaw sinks as I process what the woman said, one thought running on a loop in my head, that's bad news.
"Opie's kids are in a facility?" Gemma presses, standing from her chair, moving to stand in front of Mary.
"Apparently the whole family is. Can't get ahold of Piney. Thought you might shed some light on why I'm schlepping my fat ass 75 miles." To say she looks unimpressed would be putting it mildly, then again I'm not sure I've seen many other expressions on her face.
"May-" I'm cut off by the sound of a motorcycle approaching. Noticing that it was Jax, I hurried out to meet up with him, tears starting to stream down my face.
Jax climbs off his bike and stands in front of me, one of his hands coming up to cup my jaw. "Andy, what's wrong?" Soon Gemma and Mary walk up to us before I can say anything. I cross my arms over my chest and look down at the ground. "What's Opie's mom doing here?" He whispers to Gemma.
"She's picking her grandkids up from the Department of Justice facility." His mother answers, disbelief clear in her voice.
Sighing, Jax shakes his head facing back to me, wiping my tears with his thumbs. "Oh, my God." He whispers.
"Opie got picked up on that Hefner shit?" I looked up at Jax after hearing the question Gemma asked, gazing to me briefly before looking at Mary who finally approached our small group.
"Hey, Mary." He states, trudging up to her, giving her a small hug even if she doesn't seem to want it. The man has manners with her, but he'll flat out, ignore me?
"What the hell did my kid do this time?" Mary demands staring up at Jax, letting her demon bitch out. The way she talks about Opie pisses me off. She's never been proud of him or even polite when she talks to him or about him. I bite my tongue to keep from saying anything- even if she deserves my wrath and it would feel good to let out some frustration. It simply won't help the situation right now.
"Nice to see you, too," Jax said. Gemma takes Mary back into the office, probably sensing one of us is about to blow up on her.
Jax meets my hateful gaze and pulls me in for a hug. "It'll be okay, Darlin'," he says, placing a soft kiss to my forehead. Sobbing into his chest, he leads me over to the picnic table and sits me down holding both my hands in his. Once I calm down, I look up into his beautiful blue eyes.
"Jax, you have to tell me what is going on with my cousin. I know I'm not an old lady, but I deserve to know. I don't ever say or ask anything about what is going on, but I'm asking now." I vent to Jax, who kneels in front of me, cupping my face in his hands.
"I promise, once I know more, I will tell you everything, Andy, I promise," he reassures me. "But right now, I need to go inside and talk to the club about forming a plan. Stay here with me tonight?" He asked. I nod. Placing a chaste kiss on my lips, Jax stands and makes his way into the clubhouse, leaving me in my thoughts.
~ ~ ~
-2 hours later-
After I took a long hot shower in Jax's dorm at the clubhouse, I changed into one of my Harley Davidson crop tops, tight blue jean petite shorts, and my converse. I even did some makeup to help pass some time.
I was playing a round of pool with Chibs and Piney when the door to the clubhouse opened. Too focused on lining my shot up, I don't look up from the table. Not until Chibs says, "Piney, your boys here!" I drop my pool stick and watch as Opie saunters into the clubhouse. "Oh, my God, Ope!" I shout happily. I skip over to my cousin, who lifts me into a hug! "I'm so glad you're okay!" I say once he puts me down.
"Yeah, me too!" He says. I look over to Jax, who throws me a flirtatious wink. I bite my lip to avoid blushing. The last thing I want is to draw attention to us right now.
"How you doin' son?" Piney asks as he walks up to Opie and pulls him in for a hug.
"I'm good. I'm good." Opie answers before moving on to hug the others. I stand close to Jax, who discreetly pinches my ass. I swat his hand away and scowled at him, earning a mischievous grin from him as he raised one eyebrow. Rolling my eyes, I lean against the bar sticking my butt out to give him a view, motioning to Kip for a beer.
The guys all press their way into the church, throwing their phones in a cigar box before entering. Jax winks at me one more time, telling me he noted my little show, before closing the door behind them.
I take a seat at the end of the bar; sipping on my beer, and picking at the bottle label, minding my own business, and humming along to the music. Unaware of Tig sneaking out the door.
Growing tired of sitting on the uncomfortable bar stool, I finish what's left of my beer and move to one of the couches, lying down.
~ ~ ~
*Jax*
After church, Clay and Ope hang back while the rest make their way into the clubhouse. I watch as Juice goes to wake Andy; wondering what would happen, I stay back. Juice shakes Andy's foot, and Andy, being a jumpy person, wakes only to kick Juice dead center in the balls. "Oh, fuck," The guys, myself included, wince in pain as Juice cups his junk before falling to his knees, note to self, be careful how I wake her up I'd like to keep my balls intact.
Andy suppresses her chuckle long enough to stand up and loom over a now crying Juice. "Y'all should know better by (now) than to wake me suddenly," She tells everyone meeting their gaze before meeting mine with a toothy smirk on her face. "Let this be a warning to everyone; don't poke the bear," she states before retreating to where I believe was my dorm.
Piney walks out of the bathroom as Clay and Opie exit church, taking in the aftermath of Andy's destruction to Juice, "What happened to you, man?" Opie asked. Juice could only groan in pain, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Damn, she must have kicked him pretty hard.
I laugh the whole time, explaining. "Juice figured it was a bright idea to shake Andy's leg to wake her, only for her to kick him in the nuts. And from what I can tell, it was pretty hard."
Opie starts chuckling with Clay and Piney. "Yeah, that'll do it." Ope says while looking around. "Where is she, anyway?"
"She's in my apartment, sleeping, I guess. She was still pretty tired after being woken. Gave us all quite the warning too." I tell him.
I watch as Opie closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Jax... Are you sleeping with her?" He questions calmly.
Well, here goes nothing. "Uh, the other night... Now, Ope." I back away as I see him clenching his fists. "I promise she put the moves on me first, and I didn't say no or stop it because... I like her, and I think she likes me back."
Ope unclenched his fists and placed a stony hand on my shoulder. "Jax, I swear to God, if you hurt her, I will kill you. She has been through enough. And if you're going to make her an old lady someday, you need to tell her everything. Don't treat her how I treated Donna; you saw where that got us." He says, looking me in the eye. I nod in understanding, I gotta say that went better than I expected, I'm still living and uninjured.
"That's what I'm planning on doing now," I tell my best friend. We hug each other and head our separate ways. I entered my dorm to view Andy passed out on my bed in one of my SAMCRO t-shirts and her underwear.
Tomorrow, Abel comes home, so I would have to tell her about Wendy being back for a few days to attend Abel's welcome home party, and then she was going to a sober living facility. Then I would tell her everything she needs to know about the club; I hope she understands and doesn't decide this is too much too soon.
Shaking myself from my thoughts, I quietly undress and make my way under the covers next to her, slowly pulling her to me. She snuggles closely, and I smile. She feels correct by my side, we fit perfectly together. Soon enough, I fall into a peaceful sleep with the girl of my dreams in my arms.
~ ~ ~
*Andrea*
-5a.m the next day.-
I open my eyes to see Jax sitting up against the headboard, smoking a cigarette and staring down at me with a smile on his face. "Morning, Darlin'." He whispers seductively, putting out the cigarette, knots form in my stomach.
"Take a picture; it'll last longer," I tell him as I sit myself up in the bed.
Jax crosses his arms over his chest as a smirk tugs at his lips. "Who says I haven't?" He raises a brow jokingly. I shake my head, dismissing him.
"Opie knows about us." Jax calmly tells me, I grow anxious.
"Who told him?" I nervously run my hands through my hair. "Jax, he is going to kill you when he sees you," I tell him, I throw the blanket off me and go to move from the bed, only for Jax to pull me back against him, laying us down on the bed.
"I told him," He whispers against my ear, goosebumps form all over my body, followed by a shiver, and my blood goes hot. "He said he would kill me if I hurt you. I don't plan on hurting you; just breaking my bed with you." He purrs, trailing kisses up and down my neck.
Feeling myself grow wet, I roll over, face him, and throw a leg over his hip. Jax cups my face between his hands as his lips press against mine, kissing me with urgency and passion, something he hasn't done. I feel his erection press against my covered center and lightly nip at his bottom lip for entrance, which he allows.
Our tongues are fighting for dominance as Jax places himself on top of me. Without breaking the kiss, I put a hand in his hair and lightly tug as my other hand reaches into his boxers, finding his rigid member. Jax grips my hips as I begin to jerk him off.
Jax works his boxers and my panties off without pulling away from my hand, which was impressive as well as hot as fuck. I rub the head of his dick between my wet folds and against my clit. I moan in pleasure as the sensation consumes me. "Mmm, Jax," I say against his lips. "I need you, now," I demand as I place him at my opening.
"Yes, Ma'am," he whispers as he pushes himself into me. Euphoria takes over my body as he begins to thrust deep in me. "Get this shirt off," he demands, yanking the shirt over my head and off my arms, throwing it across the room.
I dig my nails into his back over the reaper, not caring about the marks that will surely be there later. "Jax, harder! I'm not going to break!" I press, as I buck my hips in the air. Jax places his hands on my ass, holding me in the position as he plunges deep and hard into me, quickening the pace as he does hitting my spot every time, one of his thumbs moving to play with my clit. "FUCK!" I exclaim in pleasure, not caring if anyone would overhear.
I roll us to where I am on top, not once breaking the rhythm. I place his hands in mine above his head. "I want you to apologize for acting like I was invisible yesterday," I ordered Jax, who stared into my eyes for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Andrea." the way he says my first name sends me over the edge as I feel myself tighten around him.
"You better be Jackson Teller," I say before he flips us back to where he is on top. I position my legs to where they're resting on his shoulders.
Jax grips my ankles and places a chaste kiss on them before meeting my gaze. "Oh, Andy, you have no idea what you do to me," he says breathlessly as his thrusts begin to slow but are still hitting deep.
I give him a seductive smirk, "How about you show me, baby," I say, and watch as lust clouded his baby blue eyes, and a smirk tug at his lips. Without warning, Jax starts plowing into me with everything he has, strong, deep and swift thrusts. I have to grip the headboard to keep my head from connecting with it. I throw my head back in pleasure as ecstasy takes over my body, and I explode around him more than ever. "FU-FUCK, JAX!" I scream. I have never experienced this sensation so strongly before.
Jax hugs my legs as he picks up momentum. How fast can this man go? How many times can I come? "You like that, baby?" He asks through gritted teeth.
"Y-yes," I answer, arching my back as another orgasm takes over, and I felt myself release around him once again. "Fuck, Jax," I whimper in pleasure as a bead of sweat slides down my face.
Only then, Jax pulls out, releasing himself into the cover before collapsing next to me on the bed as he pulls me to him. We lay in each other's sweaty arms, catching our breath. "Wow," Jax says after a moment. "That was the best sex I have ever had, Andy." He tightens his hold on me slightly. I nod my head in agreement as I rest my chin upon my hand on his chest, looking up at him. He meets my gaze, knowing what is to come next.
"Can we talk while we relax in the bathtub?" He begs. I nod my head as I remove myself from him and the bed. Taking note of the aching between my legs, I'll definitely be suffering this for a while, I make my way into the bathroom to get everything ready. Leaning over the bathtub to plug the hole, I hear the bathroom door shut and lock behind me. Jax whistles as he comes up behind me, placing his hands on my hips, squeezing lightly, and presses his hard cock between my legs.
I wince at the soreness between my legs. "Jax, as much as I would love to go for around two right now, I don't think I have it in me," I say as I straighten myself up and turn to face him, biting my lip at the sight of him. "God, you're fine," I whine, placing my head on his chest. I feel his body shaken with laughter; a sound I have come to adore.
"That's okay," he says, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. He places a lingering passionate kiss on my lips before pulling away to lean down and turn the water on. "Plus, I promised you a talk, and a talk you shall get," he says, taking a seat in the tub. I follow and take a seat opposite of him, so we were facing one another.
Jax takes my hands in his looking into my eyes, and I see a glimpse of fear flash in them briefly before disappearing. "Jax, what is it?" I question, my anxiety starting to bubble. He takes a deep breath, focusing his attention on the wall behind me.
"Promise you will listen to everything before deciding on leaving?" Jax begs. I nod my head as we clean ourselves of the sex from this morning. Could what he tells me be that bad, that he thinks I'll just leave?
"Well..." Jax begins.
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