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Mo Astor Chapter 38
Gemma
I inhale deeply and let the smoke linger in my lungs before I exhale slowly, enjoying the burn as the THC does its thing.
For a moment, I can see John's smiling face.
My heart twinges, and I allow myself to feel the pain from the still bleeding wound that would never fully heal.
I know how people saw me from the outside.
I had a persona I presented to outsiders for a reason.
Because the truth is, there's nothing I value more than my family.
That's a weakness I wouldn't give up if I could. Clay humors me when it comes to the family dinners he thinks are frivolous.
I know better.
These familial connections are every bit as important as Church.
John always understood that principle.
After Thomas died, the separation between John and I grew.
I learned damn quick, without familial affection, we all fall apart.
I might've lost John, but I wasn't going to lose my Sam Crow Boys.
The brothers belonged to me just as much as they did each other.
Before I came along, the First Nine were a bunch of lost boys looking for their Neverland.
I brought them to Charming, gave them a place to set up roots and start the life they were all searching for after the war.
I showed them what it meant to belong to each other.
Clay's never been able to look outside of his own selfish desires long enough to understand the importance of those kinds of bonds.
Not that I'd ever let anyone know how I felt.
I maintain the role of the perfect old lady.
Deep down, in my heart, in areas I try not to think about anymore—things are different.
When John was on the throne, Clay had been his VP, the next in line for the gavel.
After we lost Thomas, John started losing focus for the club.
It was my job to protect all we had built.
We all depended on him.
He checked out and left his family—his club hanging.
They needed to know we could go on without him.
I needed to know that too.
Turning to Clay was the deal with the devil I made to ensure the legacy would continue.
Placing the crown on his head locked Jackson's future into place.
I knew about Clay's crush on me.
It made it easy to get him to do what was necessary to keep the club alive.
Because I love my club, I learned to love the man as much as I could.
Still, after all these years, the truth is I just don't love him the way I'd loved John.
That kind of passion comes only once in a lifetime.
I'm not blind to Clay's ambition.
But he's never he's never been able to play the long game well enough to see his dreams of grandeur come to life.
I'll keep my mouth shut as long as his ambition keeps us living comfortably and doesn't hurt my family.
The loud laughter and overlapping chatter of Old Ladies and selected Crows filling my kitchen as they help prepare the dinner for tonight grounds me back in the presence.
It's been too damn long since we all came together.
With all the changes that have taken place these last couple of months, we're overdue to reconnect.
I glance out the window, smiling when I see Lee's black SUV pulling into the driveway.
After our talk this morning, I know it's only a short matter of time till the girl I always saw as my daughter officially becomes a Teller.
It took Jackson long enough to finally see what was always right in front of him.
From the moment she came into the world, my boy had been fascinated by her. I know if I hadn't stepped in with Wally and Pam, she might have become just another unknown club kid.
I couldn't let that happen when I knew the rough road that would lay ahead of her as a woman left to fend for herself, especially with parents who couldn't give two shits.
I saw myself in her little face.
Part of the club's legacy included the legitimate girls.
She was the only one, which made her a princess— a title she deserved to hold along with the protection that came with it.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jackson knew it too.
He always kept a close watch on her, letting those with ill intent know she was off-limits.
Their bond had always been tight, but once they lost Tommy, it became something else.
I caught the two of them messing around quite a few times in their early teens.
They would've been together a long time ago if it hadn't been for Tara Fucking Knowles.
That gash sunk her claws in him when he was vulnerable and confused.
She always thought she was better than us, going around the town acting all high and mighty cause she was gonna be a doctor.
In her mind, we were nothing more than a White Trash MC.
I think the bitch got off every time Jax choose her over us.
She manipulated his emotions, flipping him so inside out he almost turned his back on his legacy.
She was clever, cunning, and knew exactly what strings to pull to keep him in her grasp.
But the cunt underestimated just how deep the bonds run in our little White Trash MC.
He would never leave his home, his family, his girls, just for her pussy.
"Potatoes and Veggies are here," I announce, watching when my Bonus baby climbs out of the passenger seat.
Journee Rhyther Teller-Telford has been around since the early days of both clubs.
Being one of the only legitimately claimed offspring by founding members of the Grim Bastards, she was a princess in her own right.
She became my ward when GB went to war with the Niners.
Her old man, Menace, asked John and SAMCRO to help keep her safe till things died down in Lodi.
It was a smart move to keep the brotherhood between The Grim Bastards and SAMCRO strong. Never hurts to have allies outside of the Charter.
I made her a permeant Teller shortly after I lost my Thomas.
She could never replace my baby boy, but her gentle nature, thoughtful disposition, and strong spirit sure as hell helped to heal some of the holes Thomas's death caused.
When you've lost as much as I have, you make any moves necessary, so you don't lose more.
"Hey Gem, should I check the roast? It should be about done, right?" Jen asked, pulling me back from memory lane.
Not all Croweaters were privy to these family dinners, but there were some allowed to partake.
The ones that had their heads on straight, a little seniority, and could potentially be old ladies.
I tested them out by allowing them to join in on private festivities.
"I got it, Baby." I hand her the joint as I move to the oven.
The kitchen door opens up as my girls walk into the room.
Immediately, the Crows move to relieve the girls of their items and make room in the kitchen for them.
It's good to see things balanced the way they should be.
It's the Crow's job to make them welcomed and comfortable.
Everyone has a role to play.
When they do as they've been taught, things run like a smooth machine.
Those that refuse to follow the rules aren't welcome around the club.
As with the men, there's a hierarchy among the women.
President's wife is Queen.
It's my job to welcome in and accept Old Ladies, filter out Crows who are no good.
I'm meant to be the emotional heart and steel backbone for the MC's Lost Boys.
As Princesses of the club, Lee and Journee rank just below me.
These two are my girls.
Not only because of their relationships with Jackson and Chibs.
Our ties came before their relationships with their old man.
They would be my girls should anything ever happen to those relationships.
They're part of the club's future, raised and trained by me to carry the mantle when my reign ended.
"Sorry, we're late, Ma." Lee leans in, kissing my cheek.
"Had to drag this one away from her old man." She nods to Journee, who has a shameless grin on her face.
"I mean, can you blame me? That tongue is good for more than just rolling his r's." Journee jokes, causing all of the women to crack up.
I love seeing her come into her own.
That snake in the grass she dated broke her spirit and made her doubt herself for a while, but she's re-finding her footing.
Seeing both the girls interact with the other old ladies and Crows makes me proud.
We are a tight-knit group, and while I was real careful who was allowed in the inner sanctum, these two had a little more freedom right now.
"Besides, I'm still in the Honeymoon stage." Journee huffs, pressing a greeting kiss to my cheek as well.
The joy radiating off both girls makes me smile.
Nothing I want more than to see my babies happy, especially when their happiness lines up with what I had planned for them.
"You stay in that stage as long as you can, baby," I add, closing the oven cause I know the roast has a bit more time.
"Shit, as long as she's been pining after our handsome Scot, you know that stage ain't going anywhere anytime soon." Lee continues to playfully poke fun at her pseudo-sister, bumping her with her hip.
Jen offers Lee the joint from earlier.
Lee smiles her thanks and takes a hit.
I notice the look passed between J and Lee.
A silent communication that has Lee bypassing the offering to J and handing the joint back to Jen.
I smirk to myself.
I won't draw attention to it with all the women here, but I'd definitely be asking my little girl about the moment later.
"Any more in the car Lee?" Gabby asks.
"Yea, two more trays and a shit ton of beer." Lee hands her the keys and goes to wash her hands.
"So much fucking beer and whiskey. Pretty sure we cleaned the grocery store out." J follows suit and washes her hands.
"Oh, I also brought a ton of Tupperware for leftovers," Lee adds.
I smile.
Nicely done, sweetheart.
We always cook way too much food for these things so all the single boys can take as much as they want home with them afterward.
Glad she remembered that little detail.
30 minutes later
I step back to oversee the finishing touches as the table is set for dinner.
Most of the women here have been around for ten years at this point, and we've fallen into a nice routine.
I'd handpicked and personally prepped and trained most of them to respect the rules and understand the way things were done.
The rumble of motorcycles outside signals the arrival of the boys and the end of the preparations. It's time for the main meal to begin.
Luanne, Jen, Gabby, and Toby start taking the prepared food to the table as Journee and Lee help me finish the roasts.
The kitchen door opens, letting in the loud laughter of Clay, Tigger, and Bobby.
The smile on Clay's face as Tig finishes his story warms my heart.
Clay does have a sweet smile when he lets it show.
"Damn! It smells AMAZING in here, ladies!" Tig croons loudly, kissing Lee's temple.
"Hey, baby." I lean my head back to accept Clay's kiss.
"Just in time for you to do the honors." I offer him the electric knife to cut the roasts for us.
"It would be my honor, beautiful." There's a soft twinkle in his blue eyes I ain't seen in a long time.
When he's at peace, it's a lot easier for me to be at peace.
"We're about done in here. There's beer in the cooler in the backyard Tiggy." Lee informs him, walking out to the table with one of her potato dishes in hand.
"Are those your cheesy roasted potatoes? Oh shit! I'm going wherever those are going, Baby Doll." He says excitedly, following behind the girl that's his daughter in everything but blood.
"Where's everyone else?" J asks, grabbing her own dish.
"Don't worry, Lips, your old man will be here in any minute." Tig teases, picking at Lee's dish.
She playfully smacks his hand in scolding, and he turns to give her a pout that most women can't resist.
She shakes her head no and shoos him away.
I chuckle to myself.
Unfortunately for Tigger, his Baby Doll is not most women.
The electric whir of the knives begins as Clay cuts the first roast.
I carry the wine bottles out to the table, pausing when I spot the front door opening.
Juice, The Prospect, and Piney come strolling in next.
"Hey Sack, hey Piney! Foods gonna be ready in a few minutes. Beers in the back, boys!" J yells, greeting them with kisses to the cheek and hugs.
"And the tequila." She adds, tossing Piney a wink that actually gets a smile out of the grumpy old-timer.
"That's a good girl." He places a kiss on her cheek before following her outback.
"Thanks, Ma," Juice says, stopping to give her a tight squeeze.
I smile approvingly.
That was definitely one of the lost boys I worried about.
He seems too sweet to survive our lifestyle on the outside, but when the moment calls for it, he comes through.
I know he and Chibs are close, and I'm glad to see it's transferred into his relationship with Journee.
No matter what they think, every man needs a strong woman to love and support him.
That relationship doesn't always manifest in the form of a significant other.
It could be a mother/son relationship or even a Father/Daughter like Tigger and Lee.
As long as the boys have someone to be there for them when the life gets to be too much, they'll be okay.
The front door opens once more—Jax steps in first with Chibs right behind him.
"Fashionably late?" I tease my son and my Scottish Son-In Law
"Just saving the best for last." Jax greets me with a smirk before pulling me in for a hug.
"Right."
I roll my eyes when he places a kiss on my cheek.
"And what's your excuse?" I tease Chibs, accepting his kiss on my cheek.
"Just keepin yer boy safe, Ma." He teases with a charming wink.
I shake my head at the two of them.
"Beer's out back. So are your women." I nod to the backyard.
I watch the smiles that cross my girls' faces as soon as they see their men. Lee stands up from her spot next to Tiggy, and I can practically see the sparkle in her eyes for my boy from here.
He pulls her into his arms and steals a sip of her beer before kissing her sweetly.
The pure joy radiating off the two of them is enough to power all of Charming.
Chibby lets Journee remain seated next to Piney, giving her a sweet kiss before going to the cooler on his own.
When my boy takes the throne, he's going to need a strong right-hand man.
Someone who loves him, listens to him but can call him out when the time comes.
A smart man Jackson can trust to have his back—Someone like Chibs.
With Chibs marrying Journee, not just marrying but loving her the way he clearly does, I know it's only gonna strengthen the bond between him and Jackson.
Journee ain't just my bonus baby.
She's always been Jax's little sister, and big brother has always seen her as just as much his as Lee is, just differently.
When Opie hurt her, he did a lot of damage to him and Jax.
I know Jackson forgave him and still loves his brother, but he's never forgotten.
Which is how it should be. You can forgive, but you should never forget.
Jax has released his grip on Lee and she and Journee are now playing proper hostesses to make sure all the boys are well cared for.
To be the club's heart, you have to have a relationship with all the brothers, not just your old man.
I watch the flawless way both my girls move between all the boys, making them laugh and earning smiles from them.
I know they're already well on their way to filling their roles perfectly when the time comes.
Tig
It's been a long time since I saw the club on the upswing like this.
Not just in-between shit storms but flourishing and looking good for the future.
Every generation has their time, and it's important to know when to hand down the gavel.
With Chibs married to Lips, Jax making a move to settle down and about to become a father, my thoughts turn toward the next generation and our legacy.
I'm not blind to the invisible clock ticking down on Clay's rule.
His hands are getting worse with every ride, and you can't sit at the head of the table without riding.
I've never been a fan of Jax's impulsive and selfish behavior.
If he took the President patch with his head up his ass, it'd spell disaster for the club.
The new version of him I see emerging is an unknown factor I'm reserving my judgment on. Especially since he's taken up with my Baby Doll.
I'm not sold on this rehabilitated front he's presenting.
Shit comes to the surface when it's tested under pressure.
Until they go through a few bumps and I see that he sticks to his word, I'm watching his every move.
I see more than I let on.
People think I'm just out for a good time with no thought to anything else.
It's part of the smokescreen I keep up for the rest of the world.
I like to hide in plain sight.
You hear more that way.
I sip on my beer as I watch the two of them talk.
Lee looks happy.
I'll give him that.
"Yew trying t'stare a hole into Jackie Boy?" Chibs asks softly.
I scowl.
"Just trying to figure out his angle."
"No angle. He loves her."
"And it took him this long to figure that out? I don't buy it."
I shake my head.
"Wasn't it just yew who told me there was no use talking ta people about what they weren't ready to see yet?"
Chibs tilts his head.
"He's got one baby on the way, a trail of women with crows that never amounted to anything, and a ton of club pussy still chasing him. That's three strikes."
Chibs looks at me thoughtfully, and I brace myself to hear some deep shit I'd rather go without knowing.
"Everyone fecks up. We both know tha'second chances are rare and lifesaving. Jackie boy's been headed down the wrong road for some time now. It's what happens when ye don't have the right woman holding ya down, or the right people telling ye the truth, and keeping ya grounded. Boyo's been drifting few too long. We both know it."
Chibs take a sip of his beer.
"Leelove brings him in. He needs tha. N'we both know we need him. Jackie's the future whether we like it or not. No one can stay on top forever. Things change, and all we can do is adapt and do our part t'usher in positive change. The club needs new blood t'survive. This life ain't an old man's game."
I grunt.
There's honesty in Chibs' words.
Some I don't want to accept.
I'm getting long in the tooth, and the fact that I don't have much outside of my brothers is growing more obvious by the day.
I couldn't be happier for my best friend, but I'm lonely without him at my side.
Clay's never been the buddy type.
There's always been a barrier between us.
As President, he sees himself above everyone else.
My relationship with him lacks the brotherhood I once shared with John.
Most of the time, I fool myself into thinking I'm fine with it.
But every now and then, I get sickeningly sentimental.
"Whas going on in that head of yours, Tigger? I dunnae like tha look in yer eyes."
I shake my head.
"Dunno. Feels like a change is coming in on the wind."
"Ack don't ye go jinxing us." Chibs clucks his tongue.
I chuckle.
"You're right."
I clap his shoulder.
"I need to get out of my head. A few Crows should do the trick."
He studies me with eyes that see through to a man's heart and soul.
"Not buying it."
I sigh.
"I'll work through it."
"Be sure yew call me if ya need t'brother. No reason t'go through enythin alone."
I huff.
"You've got a tender young wife to worry about."
"Aye. N'she loves ya t'death too. Our door is always open t'ya."
I nod to let him know I understand, not wanting to speak around the lump in my throat.
Time has a way of grinding away at a person.
I'm no different—
I down my beer.
Re upping with another one, I walk away from the couples reminding me of what I don't have.
I walk into the kitchen and wrap my arm around Gabby's waist.
"Hey, Tiggy." She blinks her fake blonde lashes up at me.
"I want to show you something in the other room."
She smirks, thrusting out her swollen fake boobs.
I skim my hand down her back to cup her ass.
"Then lead the way." Her smile is fake, along with the rest of her, but I bask in the fleeting joy it brings.
For a time, at least I can lose myself in the endorphin explosion and get out of my head.
I lead her into the smaller guest bathroom and spin her around, placing her hands on the sink. Unbuckling my belt, I pop the button of my jeans and pull out my wallet, plucking out a condom.
"This is ribbed for her pleasure."
I wave the square and she giggles.
I yank her skirt up and give her ass a few firm slaps.
She moans, and I smirk.
I chose her because she likes a rough touch.
I don't have the patience to be soft right now.
I rub the reddened flesh and slip my hand between her legs to test her wetness.
She coats my fingers and shoves her ass again, begging me for more silently.
I continue to deliver blows alternating on each cheek until she's squirming.
Tearing the condom open with my teeth, I slip it down over my stiff cock, line up to her dripping hole, and thrust deep.
She cries out.
I cover her mouth with my hand to muffles her voice as I pound inside her.
I focus on the way her walls flex around me as I bottom out, losing myself in the pleasure and the feeling of being alive.
Heart pounding, and blood rushing in my ears, I'm removed from the sorrow that dogged me.
After my release I slip out, tie off the condom and throw it in the trashcan lined with a trash bag.
The last time I tried to flush it here, I ended up clogging the toilet.
I'm ain't about to go down that road again.
Gabby smooths down her skirt, and I fix my clothes, buckle my belt and wash my hands.
She watches me with wistful dark blue eyes.
With her heart-shaped face and cupids bow lips, she's a pretty woman.
But I ain't in the market for what she wants.
"Thanks for the quick fun Gabs."
I dry my hands off and leave it at that.
They all know I don't do serious.
"See you at the table."
I wink as I slip out.
I'm buzzing as I enter the hallway and find everyone moving to sit at the table.
Chibs gives me a knowing look I ignore as I squeeze in on the opposite side of Lee.
I smirk at the tick in Jax's jaw.
Yeah, being with my daughter means putting up with me, little Prince.
"What are we eating, Baby Doll?" I ask loudly.
She laughs.
"Food. I hope."
I grin.
Spending time with Lee always brings me up from my darkness.
She's one of the few things I've done one hundred percent right in my life.
My Goddaughter gave me a chance to experience the fatherhood I was denied with my own twins.
I was there for every event I could manage.
She lived with me whenever her Grans needed a break, wasn't feeling well, and then eventually passed away.
My girl is beautiful, intelligent, and street smart.
Three things that can get you real far in this world if you play your cards right.
There's nothing I wouldn't do to see my girl happy and safe.
"What?" She arches a brow.
I shake my head and smile before bending to press a kiss to her temple.
"Just happy to see my Baby Doll." I say honestly, happy to soak in the familial affection.