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So Sorry this one Comes a little later than usual! Sometimes real life gets away from you and suddenly MoMonday had come and gone and it's Wednesday night! Anyways, thank you all for your patience! We're starting to head into the start of the show and both Telford and I want to let you guys know that we are going to do our best to stick close to the show buuut this is also our interpretation of it so somethings may seem switched up, dropped off or made differently from the way the show presented situations. But with the girls added to the mix not everything would play out the same way. So with that being said! Here is Chapter 41! Hope you enjoy it and as always, PLLLLEASE don't be shy and let us know what you think!
Mo Astor Chapter 41
Jax
"Wasn't expecting to see you for lunch." Ope walks over to me, and I grin, hopping down from the back of his truck.
Every time I see his face, it feels like a small miracle.
We'd been each other's shadows for so long, having him gone felt like losing a limb.
His misguided decisions had cracked our bond, but it was Donna who'd continued to widen it with her demands and lack of understanding.
He'd managed to keep her somewhat under control before he went in, though, we'd all seen the strain.
Afterward, there was no reasoning with her.
It's why I met up with him on the job versus trying to come to his place.
The last thing the man needs is more trouble on his doorstep.
"Yeah, this visit is part warning. Part need for conversation."
"Oh?" He tilts his head.
"The girls went to talk to Donna today."
"Fuck." He sighs and places a hand over his face.
"Why would they do that?" He mutters.
"Because the other option was Gemma."
"Yeah. No. this is way better." Ope nods his head, and we both laugh.
"I brought you Hanna's."
I know things are so tight he's brown-bagging his lunch.
Ain't right. After everything he's done for Samcro, we want to reward him.
It don't sit right with me that Donna's keeping him from getting his due.
I know he thought he loved her when he put his ring on her, but I can't help but notice that she never wore his crow.
That speaks volumes in my book.
I hand him the Styrofoam container.
"Should I be nervous? Seem like you're trying to butter me up." He sits on the tailgate and takes the offering.
I shake my head. "More of an apology. I know we ain't helping make things easier for you."
"Not sure anything can do that right now, brother." He opens the container and begins to devour his fries.
"It's that bad?" I ask, shocked.
I figured she'd be happy to have the big guy back. Bitch has him all to herself, and she's still raising hell.
He sighs and unwraps his burger.
"I didn't think I'd come home and just pick up where I left off. But, feeling misplaced in your own home is a hell of a kick to the teeth after five years inside."
I toy with my lighter and set down my pack of cigarettes.
"I gotta ask, man. Why?"
"Been waiting a long time for you to ask me this. I know you hate my guts for going off the path."
I shake my head.
"Nah bro. Wasn't that you found someone else, It was the way you did it. You let everyone think shit hadn't changed and then show up with some new girl. Broke J's fucking heart and embarrassed the shit out of her too."
I scowl.
Recalling the memory gets my blood boiling.
She was a good girl who deserved way better.
There weren't many girls I could say that about around the club.
Opie bows his head.
It's good to see him remorseful.
"I know that was shitty. I owe her an apology. You too." He meets my eyes to show me how much he means it.
"You trusted me with your baby sister, gave me the talk and everything, and I betrayed that trust. I own it. I would've wanted to take your head off if it had been Harley in the same situation."
The bond between Harry and Harley had always been pretty similar to J and I. Gran's house was down the street from Piney's place and Ope had spent a lot of time over there when his parents were fighting or binging on booze.
I know she'd given him hell after the shit went down with him and Baby J. She'd never been a big Donna fan but damn did she try for her big bro's sake. Donna just don't make it easy.
"Truth is, I was thinking with my dick. Then Little Harry got me in a shit load of trouble. I knocked her up."
I stare at him, stunned.
How had I not heard this story before?
"That was why I brought her back and played it off like I was head over heels. I wasn't about to let my baby be a bastard or look stupid as fuck."
"You were."
He shakes his head.
"I was seventeen and knew fuck-all."
"No disrespect Op. But the numbers don't add up."
I was at the hospital for the birth of each of his kids.
"She lost the baby," he says softly.
The sadness in his words is like a gut punch.
"Oh, fuck man. I'm sorry," I whisper.
"Yeah. I thought, In for a penny. In for a pound. We had chemistry, and I wanted it to be my forever after. To do what my own parents couldn't."
"You should've just had brown babies, man. Would've been easier."
I say to lighten the mood.
I love my sister with Chibs.
I think things worked out well for her, but I know she could've been happy with Opie.
His apology is a thing I didn't realize I wanted so bad.
I can forgive him for his stupidity.
It feels like the start of mending something long broken.
He snickers. "Yeah. It would've."
"Aight, so I get how you ended up here. Why you staying then?"
He chews on his final bite of food as his nostrils flare.
"After everything I cost her, I can't be the one to walk away. She's separated from her family, in a town she never intended to make her home, and she's been alone for five years raising my kids."
"Brother, that's crazy. You're miserable. Life is meant to be way more than that."
Op shrugs.
"One thing I learned is that we get what we get. Not always what we deserve or want."
"So, you're seriously gonna hang around in this for the rest of your life?"
"Way shit's going, brother, it won't be much longer."
"Then what?"
"Hell if I know." The most level-headed brother I know is lost in an ocean of sadness of his own making.
I hate it for him, but no one can force the bullheaded bastard to do anything he doesn't want to.
He's like his old man that way.
"I'll support you whatever you want to do, man. You need something you know Samcro has got your back."
"Appreciate it brother."
I clear my throat.
Time to start the conversation I need to have.
"Your turn." Ope says, nodding at me as he takes a sip from his drink.
Never one to sugar coat shit, especially with Ope, I clear my throat.
"I think I saw Tara at the hospital."
He spews his coke out and chokes.
I pat his massive back.
"What the fuck Jax? Can't spring that on a guy."
"Yeah. Well, you think you're shocked," I say sarcastically.
"You sure?" he asks.
"No. but it ain't my style to let ghosts haunt me. If it wasn't Tara, she has a twin she never mentioned."
"Fuck. You tell anyone?"
I shake my head. "No use riling everyone up for a false alarm."
"You gotta check into this."
I smile.
"No shit. Why do you think I'm here? I'm open to suggestions."
"If she works at the hospital, she should be listed on the website."
I pull my phone out of my back pocket.
"You think so?"
"Yeah. If she's actually a doctor she'll be listed."
"What the fuck would she be doing back here man?"
It doesn't make sense.
She couldn't high tail it out of this town fast enough.
"I don't know. You always have a way of hanging your hat up with crazy broads. Just because she's book smart doesn't mean she's not a little unhinged."
"Gee, thanks."
"Call it how I see it."
"Imma tell Lee you said that." I tease.
He chuckles.
"Hell, she is pretty much Trager."
He shrugs and grins, obviously happy to see the role reversal.
Rolling my eyes, I take the plunge and bring up St. Thomas's main website. I hit the button for physicians and scroll down from A. I see my life flash before my eyes when I get to the K's. I close my eyes as my brain blanks. I never thought I'd see her again, let alone have her living in the same small town once more.
"It was her," I rasp.
"Suddenly, my life seems a lot less shitty." Op grins.
"Asshole."
"The Royal We hate her, brother," he says, referring to the three women who matter most in my life.
"Whatever you do, don't sit on this long. If they find out you knew and let them just run into her randomly blind…" He lets out a long, low whistle.
"Yeah. Who would you tell first?" I rub the back of my neck.
"Baby J. Then she can help you break it to Lee, and the two of them can help you break it to Gemma. Gonna take all of you to let her know Tara Fucking Knowles is back in town, and she slipped in under her radar." The nickname, the Witches of Charming gave her, makes me groan. This is going to be a shit show.
I feel like I'm living on borrowed time. After I share my news, shit is going to run on ATFK after Tara Fucking Knowles Time.
My girls hated my ex for a good reason.
She had me questioning my place in the world, my commitment to the club and isolated me from everyone I cared for.
She took my crow, made me think she'd be around to deal with any fallout that would come.
It was all lies.
It's the gentleman instilled in me that keeps me from chasing her ass out of town.
"You're in your head," Lee says as she climbs onto the back of my bike.
I'm aiming to get in a little time with her while I can before the baby comes and this new roadblock is erected.
"Went and talked to Op. He apologized."
"Bout fucking time." She rolls her eyes. I can just picture her pinch to his side the way J does to me when I fuck up.
No one can be a shit to you like your little sister.
"The boy's head can be thick as hell. I blame it on Piney."
"I gotta agree with you."
"Maybe once he apologizes to Nee, we can try to get back to some semblance of normal. Ugh. Or what we can manage with Donna."
"I'd like that."
She puts on her helmet, and I do the same before firing up my bike and taking the long way to the gas station.
Parking, I dismount after Lee hops off to head inside in front of me.
Filling up for our night ride, I walk inside and spot Lee in front of the tiny section of knickknacks.
The small black and white bird in her hand makes me smile.
Leave it to her to find a Penguin.
The tuxedo turkey has long been a favorite of hers.
Since she was little, she's always had an obsession with penguins.
I'd watched so many documentaries I could write a damn paper on them.
Collecting the most random penguin themed items has always been a little bit of a joke between us. Even before we dated, I could never resist bringing her fun penguin objects.
Walking up behind her, I pick up a children's book. I flip through it, trying to imagine Abel reading it. Still can't believe she decided on the name Abel. But at least she let me add my middle name and he would definitely be taking my last name.
Would Abel have my coloring or Wendy's?
I glance at Lee and an image of a dark-haired boy with eerie blue eyes flickers in my mind before I squash it down.
I need to get the first one out safe and sound before I even think about indulging that whim.
"You going to add to the penguin parade slowly taking over our home?"
"Maybe?" Lee smiles up at me.
I replace the book and browse the aisles on my way up to the register.
I shake my head as the young blonde clerk lowers her t-shirt to reveal nonexistent cleavage.
"Hey, Louise."
Lee snorts, coming up behind me.
"Don't bother." She wraps an arm around me, flashing her crow as she places the penguin keychain on the counter.
Louise ducks her head.
"Give me two packs of the regular," I say, feeling for the girl.
Lee isn't the type to let that shit stand. She wants to let everyone know she's taken.
Not that I got any complaints about that. More than happy to make sure everyone knows who she belongs to.
I'm not really the jealous type. But what's mine is mine, end of story.
"And whatever Lee here wants."
I smile as Lee places the book down next to her penguin keychain.
"This was one of my favorites as a kid." She smiles up at me sweetly.
I bend slightly to press a kiss to her lips before the the earth shakes.
I turn to the left and look out and see a fireball rising up into the sky.
"Oh shit!" I grab Lee's hand and we race for my bike.
I need her safe before I can even think about investigating.
Cranking the bike, I take off as I run down a mental checklist.
I need to check in with Tig, get to the clubhouse where everyone will be gathering, and make sure the house has all the prospects to keep Ma, Lee, and Baby J safe.
I don't let my mind wander. If I start down the rabbit hole of what might've happened to either of them, I won't be any use to anyone.
As I pull onto Ma's street, I spot her SUV out in the drive and her familiar form pacing back and forth on the porch.My mouth dries. Baby J is still unaccounted for. I gun it, skid into the drive, and kill the engine. I'm whipping my phone out of my vest pocket when Chibs pulls onto the street with Baby J riding bitch. My stomach unclenches. I see my relief mirrored in my mother's face as she rushes down the stairs.
"What the hell is going on?" She asks as the girls climb off the back of our bikes, and she pulls them both to her like she could block them from harm with her body. She runs her hands through their hair.
"I got no idea."
My phone vibrates. I pull out my phone and see Tig's name.
"Yeah?"
"You see that giant fireball in the sky?"
"Kind of hard to miss."
"It means get your ass to church. My girl with you?"
"Got her with Ma."
"Chibby ain't picking up. So Wifey—."
"Is in the driveway with Ma and Lee."
"Good. Both of you get the lead out." He hangs up before I can reply.
"Church."
"I kinda figured Jackie boy," Chibs says.
I nod my head. "We gotta go. Stay here. Inside, and let the prospects open the door and answer the phones unless it's us."
"Okay, Baby," Ma says. She can listen when necessary.
Chibs and I both share a brief farewell with our Old Ladies.
"Be smart. Be safe." Lee whispers, pressing a kiss to my lips.
I squeeze her hip before stepping back quickly.
I nod at the other two as Chibs and I both mount our bikes and pull out the drive, focusing my mind on business.
My girls are counting on me to keep them safe. It's a vow I take deadly serious.
We pull into the crowded lot and make our way inside around the table. I plop down across from Chibs, trying to wait for everyone to arrive. I never cursed Piney's trike or Bobby's slow-ass nature so much in my life. What feels like a damn year later, we're all present, and the door is closed.
"What the hell was that?" I explode.
"Problems we can't afford," Clay says.
"Care to enlighten me?" I snap.
He narrows his eyes.
"Bluebird went sky high, and something tells me, it had help to do it. Gonna take some time for them to get the flames out. We gotta let it simmer before we can grease the wheels and find out more information." Tig is a completely different person as he relays everything he's learned. It's like two people live inside his sadistic soul.
"You think we need to go into full lockdown?" I ask, leaning forward.
Tig sighs. "Can't say for sure. I'm always going to air on the side of safety with them. Bring 'em into the clubhouse."
"Oh, Gem's going to love this," Clay grumbles.
"Better safe than sorry," I say, daring him to challenge me on this. I don't play fast and loose with my girls' safety. The fact that he might don't sit right with me.
Chibs
"Got a minute?" Jax catches me as we leave church.
"Aye." I nod.
We make our way out back, where we both light up cigarettes. I've been cutting down, but I need a little nicotine to calm me nerves after today. Shit like this doesn't happen in Charming. It's one of the reasons I felt safe enough to marry and start a new family. So, this has me rattled down to my core.
"You hear Clay in there?"
"Wanna clarify, Jackie boy?" I tilt my head, studying the agitated man. His entire body is tense, and his eyes are dark and full of a blend of powerful emotions.
"How he dismissed the girls' safety. I know my mom is tough and stubborn as a damn donkey, but that's his job. If he's that flippant with his wife's safety, the trickle down to the girls—." He trails off, violently shaking his head. I don't want to fill his head with anything that'll cause more friction between him and our president. It's natural for them to be at odds in some ways. Clay is the past, and Jackie Boy is the future. Every time the old man sees his stepson, Clay sees the end of his reign. I already know that bastard ain't going to step down gracefully.
Going to be a rough period of transition.
"I keen where yer going with this particular train of thought. What do ye wanna do about it?" I let him take the lead.
"I want to know between the two of us, we got them, whatever that takes."
"Didn't need t'have a conversation for that. Mo Astor and LeeLove are always going to have ole Chibby in their corner."
Jax nods. "I knew it brother, just wanting to see if you caught the same shit I did back there."
I pause a minute. "No disrespect to your Ma. But what they got ain't like ours. We're invested. Those women are our heartbeats, our center. Have been for a long time, whether we wanted t'admit it or not. You can't expect him to think like we do."
"Understatement."
"No one told me we were having a pow-wow," Tig says as he walks out.
"Jest talking bout the girls," I say carefully. I love him, but he's always been Clay's man first.
His eyes darken, and he shakes his head. "Don't like them being unprotected."
I look over at Jax who's eyebrows are raised. "They should have a prospect on em twenty-four seven till this is properly figured out."
"Not how I heard your Pres say it," Jax says, clearly testing the waters.
"Good thing I get to make safety calls. Hope you told Wifey the shops off-limits."
"Not yet. Gonna lay down some new rules once she gets here."
"Bet that's not all you'll be laying down," Tig says, wiggling his eyebrows.
"What I tell yew bout fantasizing about me women, Tigger?" I ask, grateful to him for lightening the mood.
He whines. "Can't help it. None of the girls round here have that ass or those lips."
Jax snickers. "Need to get you a brown woman, man."
"You know?" He tilts his head. "I haven't had much occasion to indulge in brown sugar. They don't frequent the area, if you know what I mean."
"Yew just created a monster. I'll have to warn Mo Astor about her family."
"What? She hates those bitch cousins of hers anyway." Tig huffs mock offended.
"That she does, brother."
We remain out back, letting off steam, connected by the two women who hold special places in all our hearts. The gate opens, and I hear the sound of a vehicle coming in.
"That's them." Jax tosses his cigarette on the ground and stubs it out with his toe. I let him go first while I linger alone with Tig.
"What's on your mind?" Tig asks.
"Don't like this recent event," I admit.
"None of us do. You know we keep our shit outside of Charming. Someone ain't playing by the rules." His eyes are icy chips. "Going to have to remind them what happens to those who step out of line." This is Trager, the legendary S.A. speaking.
"We need to make sure the girls come out whole through this, Tig. I didn't just get me, wife, to lose her or see her spirit broken again by this club."
"You think I'd let that happen to Wifey or my Baby Doll?"
"Nae. But we both know if we're not careful, they'll fall through the cracks, playing second fiddle to club drama."
His head swivels toward me, and he growls. "That ain't going to happen."
I nod. "That's what I wanted to hear." I pat his back. "Wish me luck. Daddy has to go clip wifey's wings."
Finishing my cigarette, I dispose of the butt and pop a mint into my mouth, and go over what I want to say in my mind. I never want her to feel like she did with Kyle, but her safety is more important than her desire to be independent. I don't think she'll fight me on this, but it's the first real lockdown mode we've weathered together as husband and wife. It's going to set a precedent moving forward. I can't do my job the way I need to if I'm distracted worrying about her, and I will be if she doesn't do what I say. Unlike most, losing my old lady isn't fear. It's a reality I've already lived. It makes a hell of a difference. I'm still haunted by my Kerrianne's screams as she was drug out of the house while I was held back and beaten senseless.
Fiona's sobs are etched into my skull – a warning of what will happen if I don't stay on top of my job as an Old man, a protector. It's why my Leannan wakes the beast in me who needs to control everything he can.
The minute I spot my girl in the arms of her big brother, she pulls out of his dual embrace with Lee and rushes toward me. I brace myself and open my arms. She hits me like a mini wrecking ball, and I lift her up, and she winds her legs and arms around me. I bury my fingers in her hair as she nuzzles into the crook of my neck.
"I'm so glad you're okay, Daddy."
"I'm fine, Mo Astor. How are yew?"
"Worried."
I walk away from prying eyes, relocating into my dorm. "I won't tell you that you shouldn't be. We're still gathering intel at the moment, and thas why we called lockdown. You know what tha means?" I sit on the bed, still holding her close.
"No Shop."
"Aye, little lass. And keep your cute little ass inside and out of sight. I want you armed at all times and never alone. Don't care if you're taking a piss, Wifey goes with you."
She pulls back. "Filip?" I realize I'm breathing heavily and holding her far too tight.
"I cannae lose yew Journee."
"You won't," she whispers, cupping my face.
"No." I agree. Because I'd die first and follow her soon after if it ever came to it. "I won't." I spent a lifetime living a life half dead. I can't go back there again.
"Filip." Her use of my name brings me back to the present. "Come back to me, Mo Chroi."
I blink. "You're here with me, and I'm not going anywhere." She grips my hips with her thighs and leans back, pulling my hands to cup her belly.
"We've got plans, and you promised me a lifetime. I plan on collecting." Leaning in, she licks my lips. "Starting right now." Her tongue darts out to trace my scars, and I shudder as the sensitive nerves fire. Growling, I grasp her hips. She grinds down into my lap, holding my gaze.
"I want to take my man in his dorm. Only proper we christen it." She slips her hands beneath my cut and helps me ease it off and slide down on the bed. "So many layers," she purrs. Unzipping the leather vest that hides my blades and harness. I feel Chibs recede as Filip comes forward for his wife. I shuck the vest and watch as she trails her finger down the handle of my blades. My cock turns from stone to granite.
"Filip. I feel so overdressed. I think you should get me out of these clothes." She slips my knife free, and my mouth goes dry. My cock twitches in my pants. It's the ultimate show of trust, asking me to use me blade on her and bring pleasure instead of the pain it's caused so many others.
"If tha's what Mo wants." I take the blade from her, and she leans back, holding herself still as she places her hand on my knees. I watch her dark eyes dilate as I slice through the pastel blue tank top that shows a sliver of her belly before the long flowing skirt.
"The only thing I want to feel is your Kutte on my bare skin and your huge Scottish cock buried as deep as it'll go."
"Ah Shite, love. You're trying to kill me."
"No. I'm trying to fuck you."
I rip the scraps of fabric free, and her breast rise and fall slowly as I slip the cold steel beneath her bra and glide the edge through the silky pale pink material. It gives, baring her swollen breasts and pert, brown nipples. I lean forward to circle one with my tongue and suck it into my mouth, holding the knife away from her.
"I can't wait."
I release her with a loud pop, and she takes the knife from me and sets it onto my dresser. Sliding back on my thighs, she quickly undoes my belt and pops the top. Freeing me, she grips my base and pumps fast. Groaning, I arch up, fucking her hand. She's impatient and wild, rising up on her thighs, shoving her panties to the side, and lining me up to her wet core. I tense.
"Don't wanna hurt ye."
"You won't." She lowers around me. I open my mouth in a silent cry. Tight, heat surrounds me as she slams down.
"Jaysus." This is new. Gripping my shoulders, she puts her feet onto the bed, finding her rhythm as she rides my cock. I push the gauzy material out of the way, needing to see the way I disappear inside her. She's taking me like a champ, moaning as she creams around my dick with her pulsing walls. This is her time to lead. I run my hands over her skin as she owns me. Her walls tighten, and I groan at the wet sounds we make.
"Filip. I need to feel you coat my insides with your hot come."
"Ah, Shite." I hiss, snapping my hips up to meet her frenzied movements.
"Please fill my little pink pussy and give me your seed. Give me a baby, Daddy."
The sentence sends me flying. I explode. She screams my name. Her greedy pussy convulses around me, miking me for every last drop as fireworks go off behind my eyelids and my spine tingles. I ease out of her as our breathing evens.
"Nooo."
"Shh. Got a promise I need to keep."
Laying her onto my bed, I strip us both down and wrap her in my kutte.
"Never seen a sight so beautiful," I whisper. Journee smiles up at me.
"Yeah?"
"Aye. Let me show you how much I appreciate the view." I climb between her legs, already hardening. Tomorrow there will be plenty of time for worries and drama. Tonight is to tide us over for however long we'll be passing ships in the night, rarely seeing one another and always on edge.