*Jax*
"She's the kind of girl you dream of, dream of keeping hold of. You'd better forget it, you'll never get it. She will play around and leave you. Leave you and deceive you… You better forget it. Oh you'll regret it." I sang to Abel off-key and secured him in his car seat while Andy was getting ready in the bathroom. If she were in here, she'd be proud to know that I had kept my promise and let my defenses down, and continued right along with Phil Collins without a care in the world. It was my house too, after all.
It felt damn good knowing I had a real woman, one who wasn't with me just for the Kutte on my back, but for who I truly was as a person. She didn't belittle me this morning when she caught me singing to Abel, instead she joined in, and we ended up goofing around. How I found a woman who encouraged me to be myself and joined my shenanigans was beyond me, but I won't complain or question it. The fact that she could easily break down the walls I have surrounded myself with proved she was the one for me and that I could imagine a future with her in it. White picket fence and all that cliche shit.
In fact, just this morning Andy got a glimpse into a part of my life that's been dormant for a while now. Being dominant was introduced to me by a croweater many moons ago, who had a thing for being completely submissive in the bedroom. When she brought up BDSM, I told her I wasn't interested, but after a few weeks she convinced me to look into it a bit more. With putting what I had learned into practice, opened up a whole new world of sex. I didn't get too much time with her though, as a brother from another charter visited and took her back with him. Since then, I haven't found another partner I was comfortable opening up to in this way, so it's safe to say it's been many years since I enjoyed that aspect of a sexual relationship. That was until a beautiful vixen named Andrea came into my life.
Reflecting over everything I know about BDSM, I know I need to sit Andy down and talk to her about it, set rules and get it all out on the table. Later today, I think I'll mention to Andy about getting some beers and ordering a pizza to have some us time while we have the discussion.
"Is that what you really think of me, Mr. Teller?" Andy sassed as she sauntered into the living room and stood behind me where I sat on the couch and bent down, her breath against my ear. "I'll show you an easy lover who'll get a hold of you, believe it," she sang against my ear, which in turn flipped my internal switch and ignited the fire in me, causing my dominant side to reappear in an instant.
My hand immediately shot backwards and snaked around the back of her neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to inform her of who was in charge at the moment, but not enough to hurt her or leave any marks. "I'd watch that pretty little mouth if I were you, I already told you what happens if you sass me." I warned, turning my head to face her. "Sounds like you're asking to be punished. Did you enjoy it that much, Kitten?" I murmured as I pulled her face closer to mine, flicked my tongue out to trail it across her bottom lip.
A gasp escaped her lips as lust clouded her icy blue eyes. "Jax," she whispered in a chastising tone as her cheeks flushed crimson. Within moments she had straightened her posture, pulling away from me. "Not now," she added with a light frown and started for the kitchen, smoothing her shirt as she went.
In the blink of an eye, I had pushed myself up onto my feet and vaulted over the back of the couch just in time to grab onto Andy's wrist and pull her back. "Oh, Kitten, I didn't start this, but I'm sure as hell gonna finish it," lowering my voice to sound more gravely, solely to mess with her a bit more. My right-hand shoots out to her neck again this time at the front, and I use the position to pin her to the wall behind her. My left-hand pinning both of her wrists above her head on the wall.
"What are you gonna do Jax? We don't have time for punishment." Andy said as her chest began to rise and fall with rapid breaths and her face flushed a pretty shade of pink.
Using my hand to slightly increase the pressure around her neck, and momentarily cut off her air supply I lean in, barely brushing my lips against hers and inform her, "right now we don't have time for me to strip you down and punish you for sassing me but believe me, I'm gonna punish you just fine."
At this point, her pupils are blown, and it's obvious to me exactly how turned on she is, and she only cements that thought when she starts to rub her thighs together trying to get some friction. But as soon as the movement starts, I shove my left knee between her legs, but not placing it high enough to make contact.
A small whimper traveled up Andy's throat, barely escaping her mouth as the pressure of my hand increased, but this time not from me. It was from Andy trying to push herself down onto my thigh to grind on it. "Uh-uh, kitten, I don't think so." As soon as the words left my lips, I removed all contact from her. Knowing that her body must be humming with need and pleasure, and knowing she wouldn't be getting off was about as satisfying as this punishment would get for me.
"Jax please," Andy whimpered out.
"Please, what kitten?" I ask my voice full of sarcasm, knowing exactly what she's practically begging for.
"You can't leave me like this, I need to cum," even after all the times we've fucked, I don't think I've ever heard her this desperate.
As I flashed her a cocky grin, I eyed her up and down, noting her body was nearly vibrating at this point, and the flush had passed down her neck to her chest. "Nope," I simply told her, popping the P. "That's your punishment kitten, you're gonna suffer being horny until I decide you get to cum."
Throwing me a glare, she stomped her foot like a child. "Jax, that's not fair. I'd never do that to you if roles were reversed." She whined, slumping her shoulders.
A smirk fell to my lips as I lifted my shoulder. "Well, with that attitude, you won't be cumming for a while."
Andy began muttering, "I need to change my panties" as she pushed off the wall and began trudging down the hall.
"Not so fast," I called out to her, and she came to a standstill, "you're not allowed to change. Your punishment is to feel that wetness until I find the time to let you cum."
"Saturn." And just like that, Andy went from sexually frustrated to royally pissed off in the blink of an eye. This was evident in how she swung around and stood in front of me within seconds with anger in her eyes, and her nose scrunched up with distaste before taking a few significant steps back from me.
Seeing as I handled Andy's punishment, things had started to calm back down. Her use of the safe word snapped any parts of my mind still lingering in dom mode, and instead sent it reeling trying to figure out what had happened so it wouldn't happen again. So, with a deep breath to calm my mind, I took a moment to fully absorb her appearance. The bandage that covered Andy's nose was no longer adorning her face, and the bruises that could be observed surrounding it were also gone.
Taking a few steps closer, I decided that distraction would be key to calming her down. From the way she was acting, I knew my instinctual care for her safe wording wouldn't be appropriate right now. She hadn't safe worded during sex, meaning physical contact wasn't what she needed, instead I needed to let her get the anger out of her system. That didn't mean I'd let her be an asshole to me; she knows that shit doesn't fly.
"Where's the bandage that was on your nose, Andrea?" I inquired, leaning in to get a better look at her face. I could then see she had covered the bruises with makeup, "and why have you covered your bruises with makeup?"
Okay, so my question came out harsher than I anticipated, but it threw me off, seeing as how I had never known this woman to wear makeup before.
Her eyes narrowed in confusion. "Because I can? You don't seem to have a problem with your mother wearing any. And you definitely don't have a problem with all the sluts waltzing around TM with that shit caked on." She bit out as her eyes flicked to mine with insecurity, before turning her head away. "Besides, it's only the foundation," she added with a shrug.
Shit.
I took a hesitant step forward, no longer worried about her punishments, because I had obviously hurt her feelings. "Hey, no no, I didn't mean it like that. It's just I've never seen you with makeup on before. It surprised me, that's all."
And that was when I realized, even though it seemed longer, I had known her for only four months. Just because she hasn't worn makeup since her move to Charming, doesn't mean she's never worn it while living in Arizona. I'm such an asshole.
Andy's eyes met mine with sincerity. "Jax, the only reason I took the bandage off and covered the bruises is so that people won't think you were the one who broke my nose. I know the people of Charming are small-minded when it comes to you "gangster" bikers, and the pharmacist is no exception. I don't want them to judge you for something you didn't even do."
"Oh Andy," I mumbled, raising a hand to caress her cheek. "You can't throw your health aside just to protect me from the town. They've already made their minds before you came into my life. Your nose is still broken and it needs a bandage." I chastised with a calm tone.
With a roll of her eyes, she wrapped her arms around my waist to pull me in for a hug. "Seriously, Jax, I'm not a child, I'll be okay. Besides, my nose doesn't even hurt anymore, and it'll be fine as long as no one elbows me in the face again," she joked.
I returned the embrace, wrapping both arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "You're too good to me."
Her body shook with soft laughter as Abel began to fuss. Then she pulled away. "Yes, I am, but I'm about to kick your ass. You can't just keep him in the car seat if we're not leaving immediately." She scolded as she trudged to Abel. Then she turned to me in full mama-bear mode and pointed a chastising finger. "If you want to do the whole "Christian Grey," thing, it's fine, but there are some things we need to discuss. One of which is nothing happens while Abel is awake and in our care," she paused as her phone chimed, "the rest of the discussion can happen later. Because if we don't leave for the pharmacy, then get the meds to your mother in the next five minutes, she's gonna kill us both."
"Already one step ahead of you baby, I thought we could get some beers and maybe order a pizza later. Sit down and talk it all out once Abel's down for the night." I told her what I had planned.
"Sure thing Mr. Teller." Andy's voice took on a seductive tone, with which she lifted Abel's car seat from the floor, slung his diaper bag over her shoulder, and went out the door before I could fully process what she said.
Then just as I had stepped towards the exit, I heard her shout, "You have got to be fucking kidding me. Jax!"
To be clear, I didn't know what she was shouting about exactly, so it wasn't my fault that I drew my gun on instinct as I barrelled out the door, only to see her with a hand covering her mouth and eyes close to tears as she gently placed Abel, still confined in the car seat, in the grass.
"Andy, what are you freakin' out about?" I asked, holstering my gun as I glanced at the road to see if there was a dead animal or worse, a dead body.
"My car," she whispered in a choked sob as she pointed a shaky finger at her car, on which she worked so hard.
When I studied her car, I discovered "bitch" had been carved along the driver's side, ruining the new paint job. As I strolled around, I noticed all four tires were slashed and all windows were busted out, and the hood was dented beyond belief.
"Seriously, Andy, this can be fixed. There is no reason for you to act like you're dying." She acted like she was too, because when I looked at her, she had dropped to her knees in the grass, sobbing. Yes, I'm aware of how hard she worked on this car and the time she spent on it, but she was acting as if it had literally happened to her. "Andy, it's just a car," I said as I ambled to her.
Her bloodshot eyes met mine: "It's not just a car, Jackson. It's a piece of me. I worked hard on her, so it was safe enough for Abel. For example, do you know how hard it was to find car seat anchors for that car?" I slowly shook my head in shock, I didn't even know they made them back then. "That's because they don't exist, I made them myself. So, no, she's not just a fucking car, not just a part of me. She's a part of this family too, and someone hurt her." Her hands shot up to cover her face as another fit of sobs wracked through her.
Feeling sorrow of my own, I kneeled down to her and placed my hands on her shoulders, and gently squeezed. "Hey, look at me," I whispered, and when she gazed at me, my heart broke. I glanced to a now sleeping Abel, then back to her, "I know you worked hard on the car, and I know it sucks to see someone fuck it up… But, Andy, when I heard you scream like that, I thought you and Abel were in danger and ran outside with my gun drawn."
"I'm sor-"
"No, let me finish. You need to learn how to control your reactions when it comes to things like this. Your reaction sounded like there was an immediate threat outside, like you and my son were in a life or death situation. And when I came out to see no one around and you lookin' like you witnessed a murder over a car..." I shook my head, "Andy, no matter how much work you put into a car, remember it's only an object."
She wiped the tears from her eyes, "What if it was your bike?"
I shrugged. "I'd be pissed, but you and Abel, your lives are worth more to me than anything. Worth more than my bike and the club." I spoke honestly, and I meant every word of it. If they were gone, the bike and the club wouldn't matter.
"Call T.M., have them send the tow truck to pick up your car and take it to the garage." I directed Andy, not having any more time to comfort her, due to the fact that my mom would actually go berserk if we didn't show soon. I stood back up and looked around for a solution to our new problem.
When I see my truck parked on the street, a plan begins to form in my head: "I'm going to load my bike on the back of my truck, and we can drive together. I'd rather you don't go to the pharmacy alone, as Zobelle, A. J and their goons are still about. You good to get Abel strapped in?" I asked, shifting my gaze from my truck back at Andy, and watched her pull her phone from the diaper bag.
"Yeah, I'll take care of him," she says while lifting herself off the ground with her phone to her ear. "Opie, you on tow today?… good, bring Sack and get to my house, someone fucked my car up and it needs to be brought to T. M… explain later, just do it, bye." Opie had gone and pissed Andy off again, that was apparent in how she slammed her phone shut.
Without another glance to me, she throws her phone back in the diaper bag now thrown over her shoulder, and then grabs Abel. "Keys?" She extends her free hand to me.
I dig into my front pocket for the keys, then hand them to her as she turns and struts off to the truck to start it and get it cooled off as she straps our son in as I begin to work on getting my bike ready to load it into the truck.
After a few minutes of watching me struggle, Andy clambers out of the cab and helps me push it up the ramp. "Hmph." She wipes her hands of invisible dirt with a triumphant smile on her face. "Remember all those months ago you said, 'you won't catch a woman helping me with anything,'? Remember?" Her imitation of me was pretty impressive.
I hop off the back of my truck and gaze up at her as she was still standing there with that smile. "Ya know what babe?"
"What, Jax?"
"I came to accept that you're not like most women, so I don't have a problem asking for your help… even though I didn't ask, you just offered." I reiterated as she came over to the edge and jumped down.
"Damn right Teller," was all she said as she walked over to the passenger side, sashaying her hips as she went, and climbed in. "And chop chop, we don't got all day." She adds before shutting the door.
"That woman, I swear," I mutter to myself as I shove the ramps into the bed of the truck. Then, make sure the straps on the bike are secure before shutting the tailgate and joining her and Abel in the truck.
"You ready, Winston?" I mumble sarcastically as I reach over and pull her face to mine for a quick kiss.
"Oh, I'm ready." She throws me a shit eatin' grin as I turn the radio on. "Ohh, this is my JAM," she excitedly bounced up and down in her seat while clapping her hands as Prince's Little Red Corvette booms from the speakers.
I guess I must be dumb, 'Cause you had a pocket full of horses, Trojans and some of them used. But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right. And you say, "What have I got to lose?"
"Andy, you're joking right?" I whined as I pulled out of the parking spot. She obviously had this planned, because why else would she go from pissed to cheerful in the matter of seconds?
Andy was indeed not joking as she bobbed her body to Prince and sang along, "And honey, I say
Little Red Corvette. Baby, you're much too fast (Oh, oh). Little Red Corvette, you need a love that's gonna last. - Come on, babe, let loose!"
The smile that lit up across her beautiful face was enough for me to at least try and sing along to this god awful song - which if I'm honest, wasn't as bad as I let her believe.
"Andy, what the hell are y… get your head back in this truck!" I told her through a laugh as she rolled the window down and stuck her head out, shouting along to the song as we rounded a corner.
"Oh, baby, you're much too fast. Little Red Corvette, You need a love, You need a love that's, uh, that's gonna last, Little Red Corvette."
Thank fucking god, thank fucking god.
I never felt so thankful to get to a destination before now. As soon as I pulled into a parking spot in front of the Pharmacy, I slammed the truck into park and turned the ignition off to end the remainder of the song.
Andy grumbled as she took her rightful place back inside the truck with a pout on her beautiful lips, and her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "There was still like thirty seconds left of the song. Why you gotta do Prince that way?"
I peer down at her, shaking my head with a bemused chuckle. "Andy, I love you, but does Prince really do it for you?"
She slapped my shoulder playfully with mock shock. "Jackson Teller, don't be like that. Prince is every girl's dirty little fantasy." She sassed with a smirk. "Nah, but seriously this girl," she poked her thumb against her chest, "loves Prince."
"I can see that," I chuckle before looking at the clock on the dash, "It's 1:30, babe, you might wanna go in and get mom's meds, so she doesn't kill us."
She grabs her wallet from the diaper bag and pushes the door open, then hops out onto the pavement, waving a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be right back", she says with a roll of her pretty ocean blue eyes as she shuts the door and saunters into the Pharmacy.
"Your mother is going to be the death of me, little man." I mumble to the snoring child in the back. How he can sleep through all that was beyond me.
Finally, a few moments later, Andy waltzes out of the Pharmacy with a paper bag in hand and a smile on her face. After climbing in and placing a quick kiss to my smirking lips, she turns the ignition switch of my truck on, and we are on our way to the clubhouse.
-Clubhouse-
Abel was tucked securely in my left side, and Andy was pressed tightly into my right as we ambled happily into the clubhouse. It was safe to say she wasn't going to go bat shit today, hopefully.
"Promise, I'll drop the meds off to your mom, then Abel and I will head home for my relaxing day off before I lose my shit." Andy whispered through a fake smile as we pushed through the door.
And as soon as the doors closed behind us, I felt the tension radiating from the bar where Tig and Clay sat nursing beer and smoking a cigar, along with a few other members. Clay swiveled around in the barstool, and Andy, obviously, knew he was going to say something, but didn't give him the chance.
She stepped out of my grasp to peer around for her uncle, as she always does. Since she didn't see him at his normal spot at the bar, she was curious. "Where's the old man?" She questioned Happy as he was trudging towards the door we just came.
Happy, man of few words, jutted a thumb over his shoulder towards the hall leading towards the dorms with a shrug, "Nursing a hangover."
This wasn't normal for Piney, sure he's always at the bar around ten a.m. every morning like clock work, but he's never hung over this early. So it wouldn't surprise me if he started drinking the moment church let out this morning.
"Are you shittin' me?" Andy was not pleased to hear this as she glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's not even two o'clock, and he's already hung over?" She muttered to herself as she pushed past Happy and headed towards the dorms.
Happy shot me an apologetic look as he whipped around and grasped her forearm. "Little girl," he rasped out as her head shot to him, and the back of Happy's neck grew a faint red tint to it, and I was surprised to see the Tacoma Killer blushing. "He, uh, he isn't alone." He stuttered as he let his hand fall from her arm.
Andy stepped away and cocked her head to the side, finger pressed to her chin deep in thought as what Happy told her had finally sunk it. And when it did, I couldn't suppress my laughter as her face scrunched up in disgust and turned beet red as she buried her face in her hands. "Oh my god, that is so disgusting. He's ancient."
"Sorry, just didn't want you seein' what I walked in on a second ago," Happy muttered before strolling out of the clubhouse.
Before I could say anything to my ol' lady, Clay made his presence known from the bar as he slapped his hands down. "Jax," came his gruff voice.
Andy, regaining her composure, was suddenly aware of the others, had come over to collect Abel from my arms and, with a quick kiss to my cheek, was headed for the kitchen where my mother was sure to be.
My head shot to the right, meeting his gaze. "Yes?"
Clay stood from the bar-stool and was now moving towards the chapel. "Follow me," he said from over his shoulder as he pushed through the double doors. With a knowing glance from Tig and a few curious ones from the others, I shuffled past the bar and marched into the chapel, making sure to lock the door behind me.
Clay was standing behind his chair when I faced him, and he gestured with his left hand to my chair for me to sit as he took his seat.
An ass chewing was coming, I knew that for a fact, because otherwise, everyone would be in here. This meeting wasn't surprising, considering I pretty much questioned his loyalty to the club earlier. And even if he held his tongue around the Irish before, it still won't be a good look for him regarding the club when he decides to actually chew me a new ass.
So, lifting a curious brow, I rounded the table. Instead of sitting, I stood next to my chair where I pulled my smokes from the inside pocket of my kutte and lit one up. "What's up, Clay?" I asked through an exhale of smoke as I slid my left hand into my front pocket, knowing my defiance to sit would unleash his anger.
Clay drew in a long, harsh breath as he sat back in his chair, resting an arthritic hand on the table next to the gavel. "Sit down," he breathed out, not looking up from the table.
As I raised my right hand to my mouth to take a puff of my cigg, I shook my head. "Nah, Prez, I'd rather stand." I responded with a smug smile as I blew smoke, and not in the mood to finish my cigarette, leaned over my chair and stubbed it in the ashtray.
Clay's fist clenched beside the gavel before he brought it up and slammed it back down on the table. His head snapped up and over, and his eyes shot daggers at me. "When your president says to sit, you sit, goddammit!" He demanded, his face going from white to red with rage.
And since it was so easy to get a rise out of Clay Morrow these days, and I, being the one who appeared to make it happen, loved every minute of it. And me, with my eyes bugged out at Clay in false shock, raised my hands in surrender. "Well, in that case," I muttered before rubbing my hands together in anticipation to snidely pull my chair back, and just to goad him, and sat atop the table. Shifting sideways, I quirk an eyebrow at him.
5… 4…
Clay would lose his shit any moment now. It's one thing to goad Clay out in front of everyone, but it's another to do it while he's rearing to chew you out behind closed doors. And I wanted to fire him up.
3… 2… Here we go.
Clay jabbed a finger at me, "Now listen here, you little shithead, I don't know what crawled up your ass and made you think you can tell your president what to do… Jax."
Hold up, did he just call me shithead and think I wouldn't start howling in laughter? If so, he thought wrong, because as soon as that left his mouth, my whole body began to shake with uncontrollable laughter as I brought a hand up to wipe the tears from my eyes.
Clay's fists slammed down on the table in anger, fueled by my amusement. "God damn it, Jackson," he bellowed out, his voice echoing throughout the chapel, and I finally forced my laughter down to focus on Clay.
"I'm sorry, you were saying," I tipped my head for him to continue, brushing his anger aside.
Clay gripped the end of the table. "You can't tell the president of the Mother Charter what to do," he said, leaning forward. "And another thing," he added, "you need to watch yourself with how you act around the club and their guests. You risked us looking stupid in front of important people."
"Now just hold on," I defend as I stand up and place both hands firmly on the table. "If anyone risked us looking stupid in front of them, it's you." I point out, glaring into his darkening eyes. It's you thinking you're the king of all kings, just because you're the president of the Mother Charter.
"Oh really?" Clay sat back in his chair, crossing a leg over the other. "Humor me, because last night you sure as hell questioned where my loyalties lay with this club."
Of course, the only thing that seemed to bother his self-centered ass was him.
Finally, deciding to sit in my chair, I plop down in it and rest my hands in my lap, throwing him a pointed look. "I only voiced what everyone else at this table was thinking." I threw at him with a casual shrug, "You never should have blindsided us in front of guests, not with that kinda news. It should've been discussed here in church beforehand, and voted on."
Clay dismissed everything I said with a wave, before pointing a finger at me. "As one of my men, as my VP, your job is to follow my lead." Clay jabbed a finger down on the table for emphasis as he threw himself back into his chair. "It doesn't matter what the circumstances are, you don't make me look like a fool in front of anyone, not the other members of this club, rivals or guests. Especially not when it's them that make my club money."
"You know Clay, that's your problem," I jutted a finger at him, irritation leaking from my tongue. "What you just said was full of 'me's'. This isn't your club, it's every patched member's club. Just like Bobby said last night, we're a democracy, we bring things to the table and vote on them for a reason, and what happened with the Irish is exactly why we do those things. You never woulda looked like a fool if you'd brought it to the table and told us what had been offered."
Clay jumped out of his chair, sending it flying down to the ground with a thud. "You see Jackson that's where you're wrong this is my club and will be for as long as I wield this gavel and you better fall in line. None of the other guys woulda said anything with the Irish around just you with your big mouth, then they all piped up to agree with you. And I worry when the day comes for me to step down because if you take my place you'll be JT 2.0, a spineless man who couldn't step up and do what needed to be done for his club. Everyone just loves to mention how much like your father you are. I'd put money on the fact you'll run this club into the ground within a year and the guys will call for a new president to be voted in!" With every word, his voice raised, and he only stopped ranting when he realized he was shouting.
Yup, Clay, everyone, including my mother, heard that. Good luck cleaning this mess up.
With all the anger and stress that wreaked havoc in my body, I had to light a cigarette to keep my composure. Because without it, I wouldn't have been able to speak as calmly as I did. "Well Clay, for your information Andy happens to quite like my big mouth, and maybe you should learn to as well. Maybe, I don't know, use it to your advantage, seeing as it's your VP's big mouth." Shaking my head in irritation, I take a pull from my cigarette before flicking the ash in the tray. "Instead, you constantly shoot me down the second I open it, never giving me a chance to help you. We're meant to work together, but I honestly can't remember the last time that happened."
There was a dangerous gleam in Clay's eyes as he loomed over the table, thinking his size would intimidate me, "You better watch yourself boy, bad things happen when you don't listen to your leader, and as you damn well know that's me. You're not president yet, and with the way you're going, you won't live to see this gavel in your hand." And just like Clay and his idle threats, he straightened his posture, only to prop his right hand on his hip and move his kutte back just so his gun was on display.
My eyes flicked down to study his pistol for a moment, before flicking back to meet his eyes, and a mirthless smirk formed on my lips as I pushed myself out of my seat, coming face-to-face with Clay. "I'm not scared of you Clay, and unless you're gonna do me dirty like you did Donna and shoot me from behind," I whispered that part, because Lord knows that secret didn't need to come out yet. Then, I sucked my teeth before poking him in the chest. "I know I could take you just fine, you're old and those arthritic mitts you call hands, well lets just say their days are numbered. So, when the day comes, I'll take that gavel and not only do this club proud, but my dad too. I may be a lot like him, but I'm not him and I have the balls to do what he couldn't do."
With humorless laughter, Clay shrugged and approached. "Maybe instead of you watching your back, your precious ol' lady should. I mean, there is a score that needs to be settled with the way she spoke out of turn to the members of my club, as well as Jimmy O. You obviously haven't put her in her place. Or, maybe I'll just sit back and watch as, here soon, the honeymoon stage will fade out and it'll only be a matter of time before you break her pretty little heart when you decide to step out and fuck someone more equipped for this life."
Blinded by rage and fueled by hatred, I lashed out, gripping Clay by the throat and shoving him forcefully against the wall. "Threaten me all you want," my lips drew back in a snarl as my grip tightened around Clay's throat. "But, don't you dare threaten my ol' lady again. She's off limits, we don't hurt women or children. That's the number one rule. She will not fall victim to this club or your vindictive ways, or any type of revenge. Because, I swear," I slam Clay against the wall harder as he attempts to push me away. "If she ends up hurt at your bidding, I'll torture you to the point where you're begging to die, and then, when I've had my fun, will I put a bullet right between your eyes."
And with that, I released him from my grasp, so I wouldn't end up strangling him. While Clay had fallen to the floor, gasping for air, I made way to the door and unlocked it to shove it open and step out. The clubhouse was deathly silent, as everyone was frozen in place, listening to the fight between me and Clay. Instead of giving a shit about him and my image as VP, I was only worried about one person right now. Andy.
Like a predator hunting its prey, my eyes landed on Andy in a matter of seconds, as she and my mother with Abel clutched safely in her arms, cautiously ambled up to me. Taking Andy by the hand, I threw her a heated look and recognition dawned on her face.
Before my mother could say anything, I leveled her with a glare as I began to drag Andy back towards my dorms while shouting "look after the kid," over my shoulder.
Shutting the door to my dorm, I turned the lock before looking at Andy. She stood at the side of the bed looking a little bit flustered and confused.
Looking her up and down, I drop my voice a few octaves and remind her. "In all the excitement this mornin' I never got to give you your spanks, and I'm thinkin' now's a good time to do it."
I noticed her thinking over my words briefly before her eyes flash with what I'm not sure, because as soon as it was there, Andy stared into my eyes and took a few steps towards me, "do it baby, spank me and get all that anger and frustration out. That way you can be clear-headed when we go back out there." Andy motions to the door as her sentence ends, her voice perfectly calm, knowing exactly what she's telling me to do.
Nodding at her, I flick my eyes towards the bed quickly devising a plan, "strip your jeans and panties off." I demanded as I trudged over the end of the bed.
Andy doesn't test me much, because as soon as the words came out of my mouth, she started kickin' off her sneakers and undoing the button to her jeans. I sat slightly further back on the bed, the edge of the mattress lining up with the bend in my knees as Andy hooks her fingers into the band of both the jeans and underwear and pulls them down her legs. Then, Andy made quick work of stepping out of them.
Leaving them crumpled on the floor, Andy slowly steps over to me, some nervousness flicking through her eyes, reaching out. I run my hands over the sides of her thighs, "it's okay kitten, I'm not gonna hurt ya, and at any time you can safeword if it gets too much." I remind her that safewording is always an option.
Two quick nods of Andy's head is all the confirmation she gives me, but that's not enough. "I need you to use your words kitten," gently tapping her right thigh to encourage her to respond.
"Yes Mr. Teller," her voice is quiet, almost shy.
"It's real simple, kitten, all you gotta do is count each spank and thank me after, if you forget, I'll add another." I tell her the rules, they're simple, but that doesn't mean they can't be forgotten in the moment.
Leaning forward, I pressed a few gentle kisses to Andy's stomach, "how many spanks will I be getting Mr. Teller?" The innocence lacing Andy's voice would probably be the biggest turn on if I wasn't vibrating with anger.
"Just five… well that's if you remember to follow the rules," I tell her, leaving three quick pecks on each hip, switching sides between each peck, feeling her shiver from the contact, before turning her into position, "lay across my legs kitten, ass up."
It took a minute for Andy to find a comfortable position draped over my thighs, so I just sat still waiting for her to settle. Once she stopped moving, I checked in with her, "comfortable kitten?" Slowly rubbing one hand up the back of her thigh to her ass cheek, I give it a small squeeze as she answers, "yes Mr. Teller."
Not waiting any longer, I give her ass cheek one last final squeeze before rearing my hand back and bringing it down onto her ass, not too hard, but enough for her to feel it, wanting to build up the intensity to help her get used to feeling.
"One, thank you, Mr. Teller," as soon as Andy had finished speaking, I brought my hand back down again, this time on the other cheek, so as not to overwhelm her, but this time increasing how hard I spanked her ever so slightly.
"Two, thank you, Mr. Teller," Andy once again remembered the rules, not that I'd expect much else, given that we're only two in.
With the next spank, I again switch cheeks and bring my hand down even harder - no where near as hard as I could - knowing she can take it. This time, her body wiggled around on my legs, a quiet moan slipping from her lips. "It's okay kitten, you don't have to be quiet, let those pretty moans out," I murmured to her, not caring if the whole damn clubhouse heard her.
"Three, thank you, Mr. Teller." Andy whines out, "you're doing so good for me, kitten, just two more." I reassure her even though she's counting them.
Noticing her ass cheeks starting to turn pink made my dick stir a tiny bit, yet the arousal was still not enough to take over the anger. And I knew in the end, this would leave me more than satisfied enough to go about my day. I quickly gave each of her ass cheeks a rub, almost lulling her into a false sense of security, before bringing my hand down onto her cheek, but this time not increasing the force, leaving it the same as the last spank.
"Four, thank you, Mr. Teller," a loud moan rips from Andy's throat as soon as she finished thanking me, and I notice her pussy starting to glisten in the light streaming through the window. My kitten is getting turned on by this, with that little tidbit I decide to go all out for the final one.
Bringing my hand down for the final time, increasing the force I used considerably - still not using my full strength - I make contact with her ass for the last time, Andy's entire body jumping, my hands grab onto her, so she doesn't fall from my lap, "fuck! Five, thank you, Mr. Teller." Andy's voice boomed through the room, no doubt anyone still out in the main room of the clubhouse had heard her scream out.
"That's it, we're done, and you did so good, kitten, I'm so proud of you." I tell her, keeping my voice low, as I help her off my thighs and move her, so she's straddled over them, so there's no pressure on her ass cheeks that are no doubt stinging.
Gently Andy settles her body down in my lap, keeping her ass from making contact with my legs. She buries her face in my neck as I place one hand on the back of her head, the other rubbing up and down her back, helping her calm down from her first spanking session. "Hey Andy, before we do this again, I'll make sure I get some cream that will help with the pain and stinging." I whisper into Andy's hair, and she only nods into my neck in response, still letting her body come down. The adrenaline that had flooded her body was surely starting to ebb away by now.
"Jax," Andy shivered. Her fingers gripped the back of my shirt as she tilted her head back to gaze down at me.
"Yes, babe?" My eyes fell to her lips where she began to nibble and suck on her bottom lip.
"That really turned me on," she whispered, and suddenly, without warning, she had pushed me back into the bed with her lips attacking my neck as she placed my right hand between her legs, to the wetness I had caused.
Call me a fool all you want, but I couldn't have my way with her right now. Not after spanking her like that. So, with reluctance, I gently pushed her off me and laid her on her side.
"What's wrong?" She pouted as she pushed herself up to her knees.
A groan of disappointment fluttered past my lips. "Andy." I pinch the bridge of my nose, "not right now, not after being spanked like that for the first time."
"But -"
I pressed a finger to her lips, "tonight when we're home, I'll fuck you into a coma, but not right now."
As Andy opened her mouth to respond, she was cut off by shouting coming from the clubhouse main room. We stared at each other quizzically before scrambling toward the door where I looked at Andy with a wink. "There's a lot of free pussy around here, but yours ain't one of 'em." My eyes skim down her body.
"Oh," she glanced down at her naked waist with a blush on her cheeks. "Oops." She giggled, making haste to throw on her panties, pants and shoes. Once done, I opened the door and ushered her to go first, and we set out to investigate what the screaming was about.
It wasn't a surprise to learn my mom was shouting obscenities at the guys in the middle of the clubhouse. "Why does it not surprise me that Gemma is involved?" I mutter under my breath as Gemma hurls a beer bottle across the room, barely missing Half-Sack as it shattered against the wall above his head.
The next person to treat me like a fragile object will get shot in the dick. Just because I was raped doesn't mean I'm broken. I'm still the same badass bitch I've always been, and I'll be damned if that stops now. I expect to be treated the same as I was before you bastards found out. Got me?" She shouted as she glared at every biker.
"Gem… Gemma, we didn't…" Tig stumbled over his words as fear flashed in his eyes.
"Look at that, bitch boy feels fear after all." Andy whispered in mock shock, causing me to quietly chuckle.
"Gem, it's really not…" Came from Bobby.
"We were just…" Said Kip.
"Aye," was literally all Chibs could get out before Andy, chuckling wickedly, intervened.
"Gemma," Andy finally spoke up as the boys had a hard time apologizing. "What I think these pussies mean to say is they're sorry for not realizing they were treating you differently. It just happened subconsciously as it normally does in situations like this. Right guys?"
"Right," they spoke in unison.
"It won't happen again, right?" Andy pressed on.
"Right," they chorused again.
"Right, now get the fuck out of my sight." Gemma swatted them away like flies as she turned and headed right for us.
"Where's Abel?" Andy demands, brushing off my mother's anger with her own.
Mom started chuckling as she pointed towards the exit, "With his Uncle Happy outside."
Andy looked at me, her face matching my own shocked expression before I looked at my mom. "As in the Tacoma Killer?" I said, deadpan.
Gemma threw me a cheeky grin as she shrugged a shoulder. "I'm just as shocked as you, considering Happy was the one who offered to take him outside before I tore these dickheads, a new asshole."
"Hey, Gemma, wanna go for a late lunch? I would rather not be here on my day off for much longer." Andy asked my mother, knowing she needed to get away for a while.
"Sure thing, let me grab my purse from the office and tell Clay where we're going." Gemma smiled wide before shooting me a wink as she waltzed away.
"Jax, the Irish just pulled in." Juice said from his spot behind his laptop screen at the bar. "And so didn't Opie and Sack with Andy's car."
Tipping my head towards the tech nerd, I grin. "Alright, thanks Juice." Then I led Andy outside to where Happy was sitting on the picnic table with Abel in his arms. "Are we interrupting, Killa?" I joked as he stood.
With a scowl on his face, Happy hands Abel to me. "Cute kid." He mutters before brushing past us and into the clubhouse.
"I swear, I will get that man to smile one day." Andy mused, crossing her arms in thought.
"Keep dreamin', Alice. That man doesn't smile unless he's killing someone." I laughed and placed a couple goodbye kisses to Abel before handing him over to Andy. "Tell Sack to go with you three, alright?"
She throws me a mock salute with a playful smirk on her lips. "Yes, sir." Before placing her hand to my chest and pushing up on her toes, kissing me tenderly.
When we pull away, I rest my forehead against hers. "I love you."
"I love you too." She starts backpedaling away.
"Bring me something back, please?" I ask with a pleading face.
"Of course, babe."
*Andrea*
-Lumpy's Diner, 20 minutes later -
Lumpy's Diner was crowded today, but it didn't take many people to fill the small place and like many others, it tended to have a constant buzz, even when the business was slow. And every square foot of the place was filled with something: tables, chairs, the serving counter and a tiny galley kitchen. The tables were close to the point where you'd occasionally rub elbows with someone at the other table and overhear their conversations.
The surfaces were hard, and every sound bounced off the surfaces and around the small diner, where you could easily hear the cooks talking in the distance, the fries hitting oil or the servers calling orders. And when it was busy with a crowd, the small space boosted the noise of people coming and going, chairs scraping on the ground, plates landing on tables, small conversations, laughter, pans rattling on the stove. No matter how well the ventilation system worked, there was always the odor of hot grease in the air.
"Oh, I just want food," my stomach grumbled, expressing my hunger. Can you go see what the fuck is taking so long, Sack? They said they were getting a table prepared for us ten minutes ago. I don't give two fucks if the table is dirty, I want my food." We had arrived ten minutes ago, but with limited seating, we had to wait outside for an empty table, and I was not thrilled.
Gemma chuckled from the chair beside me as Kip scurried into the diner. "Did you not eat today?"
Nodding my head and bouncing Abel on my knee, I replied. "I did, but it was early in the morning and I've not eaten since..." Then a cheeky smile rises at my lips, and I turn my head to face her. "Thanks to your son and his sexscap-"
Gemma's eyes grow wide in horror, and her hand shoots up. "Woah, don't need those kinda details, missy."
Giggling like a schoolgirl, I couldn't contain myself and pressed on. "What? It's payback for what you put him through this morning."
"What do you mean? It was your idea to tell him." She seemed confused, thinking I was referring to the dinner last night/this morning.
My head fell back when a new fit of giggling swept through me before I composed myself and met her gaze. "No, Gemma… Jax overheard me on the phone talking to my doc about those pills. Poor thing believed he wasn't pleasuring me in bed. But after what we did all morning -"
Like a child, Gemma covered her ears and closed her eyes. "La la la la la,"
"Okay, okay. I'll stop. Geeze, Abel's more mature than you." I joked, sticking my tongue out at her when she opened her eyes.
Just then Kip stepped out of the building, and we both glanced at him. "Well?" Gemma pressed.
He flashed us a smile. "They said it was gonna take a little longer…. But on my way out, I ran into Lumpy, and he said he'd let us skip the line. So come on, Grumpy."
I stood from my seat and adjusted Abel on my hip with a scowl directed at Kip. As I walked past Kip, I smacked his forehead and said, "I'll show you grumpy."
When we entered the diner, Lumpy was leaning against the hostess station. Once he spotted us, a smile spread across his wrinkled face, and he straightened his posture to greet us. He limped over and pulled me into a side hug, and I couldn't help but return his friendly smile.
"Oh, it's good to see Abel out of the hospital," he said when he moved away. He waved cheerfully to the infant in my arms, before flashing me a friendly smile. "I bet you're having the time of your life with him. He looks just like Jax when he was young."
"Let's just hope he doesn't grow up to be a pain in our asses, like Jax is." Gemma piped up with humor and I chuckled.
"You guys ready to eat?" Lumpy asked while ushering us to our table.
"Yeah, some say I'm grumpy when I'm hungry." I said, glaring at Kip as we took our seats.
Kip lifted a hand. "I was joking, Andy, Jeesh."
With a chuckle, Lumpy rested a hand on my shoulder. "Don't listen to him, dear. We all know you're a sweetheart."
Before Lumpy spoke up again, I shot Kip a triumphant look. "I gotta get back to work, but I'll send over my best waitress to look after you guys."
"Thank you, Lumpy," Gemma replied for the three of us with a small smile on her face as he set off to continue what he was doing before our arrival.
Upon settling in the booth, a young, tanned, skinned brunette with a pretty smile on her lips started for us with some extra pep in her step. "Hi, my name is Gertie, I'll be looking after you today." She said cheerfully, "can I get you started with some drinks?" She was soft-spoken, just loud enough to be heard over the music and chatter in the background.
"Can we order our food now too please?" I asked, even though it wasn't a question. We'd already discussed what we'd order on the car ride over anyway.
With as crowded as the diner was, it only made sense to order our drinks and food now, rather than waiting an additional ten minutes just to order the food. We'd just be dragging out the process unnecessarily, and seeing as how I took the day off, I didn't want to be here longer than needed.
Gertie nodded her head, sending her ponytail bouncing behind her. "Of course you guys can," she smiled while retrieving her pen and notepad from her apron to jot down our orders. "What would you like?" Her hazel eyes met mine as she placed the pen to the paper.
"I'll have a cheeseburger with french fries and a Dr. Pepper to drink." I told her while adjusting Abel in my lap, trying to keep him entertained with my fingers.
After jotting my order down, she looks to Gemma. "And for you, Ma'am?"
Gemma licked her lips in thought. "I'll have the Buffalo chicken finger wrap with onion rings, and sweet tea."
Then finally, Gertie shifted her gaze to Kip, who flashed her a nervous smile. "I-I'll have a BLT Club, add cheese, onion rings, fries and a sweet tea please." The slight stutter and blush that overtook his face while he placed his order didn't go unnoticed.
"Okay," Gertie chimed brightly, "Anything else before I put the order in?"
My head shot up, remembering Jax asking me to bring him something. "Oh, yes, could you add a Ham and Swiss club as well…" I trailed off as an idea hit me. "And, sorry, could you also add two steak and cheese wraps and three large fries… To-go, please?" I added with an apologetic smile. Knowing Chibs and Opie had to undeservingly suffer my wrath last night - which I had yet to apologize for - ordering a little peace offering seemed like the right thing to do.
Gertie recites our orders back to us, then proceeds to assure us she'd have our food for us soon, while scurrying away to the kitchen, handing our order ticket to the cook and gathering our drinks.
Even though our booth was decently sized, I still struggled to keep a hold of an antsy Abel. It seemed he didn't want to be held right now, and, with a small cry, had begun wriggling around in my arms, attempting to free himself, like it was his job. "Shhh, it's okay baby."
Gemma, having witnessed the entire thing, stood from her seat scanning around the small diner. "I'll be back, there's gotta be a damn highchair somewhere in this place, you can't eat and hold him while he's moving like that." She was about two steps away from the table when she gazed over her shoulder to Kip. "Abel's toys are in the trunk of my car. Go get 'em, so he can play while we eat." The words had barely left her lips before she was gone, like a woman on a serious mission even when hunting for a highchair.
Kip quickly scrambled from the booth and rushed out of the diner. "Well, I guess it's just you and me for a minute buddy," I murmured, pressing a small kiss to the crown of Abel's head before he wiggled around to look up at me, a big gummy smile taking over his face.
Shifting Abel in my arms, I perched him on the edge of the table, so he faced me. "Hi baby," Abel's smile widened and his arms began to flap as he babbled at me. "Oh, is that what happened?" I asked him, knowing he couldn't understand or reply, but he responded with baby talk anyway, "You're right, little guy, you have the best daddy ever." Just like that, our bubble burst when Gertie came over and put the drinks on the table, and Gemma came back shortly after with a highchair for Abel.
"The prospect's not back yet?" Gemma inquired while taking Abel from me and buckled him in the highchair.
"No, he left right when you asked him to though," I responded, grabbing my drink to take a sip, now my hands were free.
"Well, did he get lost? Fall in a damn hole or something, why is it taking him so long?" Gemma asked as she took her seat while grabbing her drink.
Gemma chastised Kip when he finally wandered in moments later, "I meant bring a few of the toys in, not the whole lot." His arms barely enclosed the mass of toys he had as he rushed to the table and dumped them with a huff.
Kip shyly smiled as he tucked his hands in his pockets. "Well, I wasn't sure what to choose, so I thought that if I brought them all, Abel would be super happy." Although his explanation wasn't the best, it was cute he thought about making Abel happy.
After Kip had got himself in the booth, Gemma passed Abel some toys, and Gertie came over with our meals. Before I could even ask her about our to-go order, she provided the answer, "Here's your food guys, you can stop by the counter on your way out, they'll have your to-go order ready." Gertie placed each plate down on the table for us, once again flashing her pretty smile, "enjoy guys, if you need anything else, just grab me." Those were her parting words as she scurried back to deal with the next customers.
Table manners and small talk be damned, I wasn't about to sit around idle now the food was in front of me. Grabbing the salt, quickly shaking it over my fries, then snatching up the ketchup bottle, giving it a quick shake to mix it. I squeezed some on the side of my plate. As I place the bottle back on the table, I decide to put some on my burger too, before sliding it back in with the rest of the condiments.
Without even hesitating for a second, I began shoveling fries into my mouth, before hearing someone loudly clear their throat, which led me to look up. I noted Gemma sending me what could only be described as a classic Gemma glare, "what?" I ask her, my voice muffled by a mouthful of food.
"You know, Andy, it's time like these that I understand why you fit in so well with the guys at the garage." She teases.
Before I could think of a smart ass comeback, I glanced over at Kip, who had squeezed ketchup all over his fries. Grabbing a napkin, I wiped my fingers off before pointing at him, "that is sacrilege, why would you do that to your fries, Sack?" I ask in horror, not mock horror, real horror at the crime scene his lunch had become.
"It's efficient, I don't have to dip 'em, just pick 'em up and shove 'em in my mouth," explains Kip with a one-sided shrug.
"B-but they'll get soggy," I tell him, still not understanding why he'd do that to his fries.
"Andy, as fast as I eat, they don't get a chance to go soggy." He said before he continued to tear into his food, the volume of food on his plate quickly decreased.
Gemma cleared her throat loudly again, clearly not liking no longer being the center of attention. "So Andy, wanna tell me what happened to your car?" Really?
Mulling it over, I came to the conclusion that telling her now would be easiest. When Gemma wanted to know something, she was like a dog with a bone, and she'd pull it out of me eventually. "Honestly Gemma, I don't know what exactly happened, all I know is that when I went outside this morning to load Abel up, that's how I found it." I solemnly tell her before taking a bite of my burger.
"Huh, well at least nobody was hurt, I know you worked hard on it, but just think it could have been much worse." I know she didn't tell me anything I didn't know or that Jax and I hadn't talked about, but it still rubbed me the wrong way.
Knowing no response would be fitting enough, I took another bite of my burger and simply nodded as Gemma started again. "I remember you saying that you're a tattoo artist in your spare time, any plans to put that skill to use?" Gemma had a good poker face, but her voice gave her away. It was too inquisitive to be an innocent question.
"Mhm, I am, but no, no plans to do anything anytime soon, I think I've got enough on my plate currently." I told her hoping she'd understand I was not only working for T.M., but also raising a tiny human that just happens to be her grandson.
Looking over at Gemma, I notice her eyes flash with frustration, clearly unsatisfied with my answer, while pushing her empty plate away from herself to lean her elbows on the table. "So if that's the case, why haven't you got Jax's crow yet? You know Happy's around if you want it in a spot you can't do on yourself," This is something I should've seen coming the minute she brought up me being a tattoo artist. To think, I asked her out to lunch to get away from the guys, and she's turned this into the Spanish inquisition. So much for wishful thinking.
I wasn't going to entertain this, it's none of her business how we navigate our relationship or the speed we hit milestones at. Even though we moved in together rather quickly, I didn't feel the need to rush just to progress to the next step yet. Nor did we need his meddling mother bullying us to do so. Jax and I are moving at a speed that works for us.
Would I get a Crow tattoo if Jax asked me tomorrow? Absofuckinlutely, but I'd wait a year if that's what it took because I love and trust him, and I'm not insecure about our relationship. Having a ring on my finger or a crow on my body doesn't make our relationship or connection any more real or legitimate. It's not a magic thing that guarantees we'll always be happy without problems, or that he wouldn't cheat. If those things happened, they'd happen with or without a ring or tattoo.
Given how Jax skipped past the subject of the Crow tattoo and went straight asking me to adopt his son is reason enough to prove which was more important. Not that she needs to know that either.
"Not that it's any of your business Gemma, but" I paused, finishing off the last of my burger, before shoving my plate away to place my elbows to the table and stare into her eyes. "Jax and I will be sure to let you know as soon as I get his Crow."
Was that true? I don't know, maybe I'll get his crow discreetly, without the club knowing, or maybe I'll get it while laying on the pool table for everyone to see. Either way, I needed to placate Gemma with an answer, and that was as pleasant as it was going to get.
Gemma rolled her eyes at my answer, clearly not amused at how I just shut her down. Her eyes flicked around the diner, and it seems like she decided now wasn't the time to push the matter, given that we're in public representing SAMCRO.
I glanced towards Kip, who had long finished his meal, and looked rather uncomfortable from the topic of conversation. I decided to save him. "Kip, would you mind taking these toys back to the car for me?" I asked, motioning to the pile of toys Abel wasn't using.
"Sure thing, be right back." Scooping them up, he sped out the diner like he was on fire.
Lifting my glass to my lips, I drink the last bit of my Dr. Pepper just as Gertie makes her way back to the table, "was everything okay for you guys today?" She questioned glancing between Gemma and I, her face falling slightly when she noticed Kip's absence. Abel squealed just as she asked us as if he was answering. We all chuckled before I looked at her with a smile, "it was great thanks Gertie."
As she gathered the plates and cups, Kip came in, his steps faltering when he saw who was at our booth. That boy had a crush, and I needed to find some time to talk to him about it.
At this point, Abel was starting to get a little restless, probably from being sat in the highchair for so long. I stood up, grabbed the cash for my meal out of my wallet, placed it down on the table, and stuffed the money for the take away items in my pocket, unbuckled the straps on the highchair, and scooped Abel out. "It's okay, little guy, we're gonna get outta here now, get you a nice bottle and a nap. Are you okay to pay the bill? I'm gonna grab the to-go order and get Abel out to the car." I asked, but not to any one in particular, while getting a hum from Gemma in response. Taking that as my cue to leave, I head over to the counter.
"I have a take away order. Gertie said I could collect it from here before I left. "I told the older plump lady behind the counter, whose name tag read Sylvia, she looked around for a second before she grabbed a bag and put it on the counter. "Ah yes, here you go sweetheart, two cheese steak wraps, and one ham and Swiss club with three orders of fries." she said with a sweet smile.
Adjusting Abel in my arms, I pull the cash from my pocket and hand it over to Sylvia. Grasping the bag, I smile and say "thanks" before turning and heading for the door. As I push it open, the fresh air sweeps over me, and I take a deep breath, not realizing how stuffy it had gotten inside the diner.
- Clubhouse-
Once we had returned to the Clubhouse, and Abel was safely settled in his Pack N Play in Jax's dorm for a nap, I made the way to hunt down Jax, Chibs and Opie. "Hey, Hap, you see Jax?" I called when I ambled up to the bar. Like always, Happy merely grunted his response and pointed towards the door, "garage." Without another word, I left.
When I stepped out of the Clubhouse and into the garage, I stopped dead in my tracks. Jax, Chibs, and Opie were working diligently on my car in the far bay, and I felt the sudden urge to cry. Not from being sad, but from being overwhelmed with gratitude. None of them needed to take their time away from club business to work on my car. They especially didn't need to after suffering from my attitude.
But, I couldn't argue with them because once they had their minds set, it was hard to change it. So, all I did was swallow my pride, force a lopsided smile, and amble up to them with a bag of food from Lumpy's.
Jax's eyes landed on me first, then to the bag in my hand as he stood from his crouched position next to my driver's door. "Jesus, babe, you didn't have to get me the whole menu."
I dismissed him with my hand as I sat the bag on the hood of my car. "It's not all for you," I started as I opened the bag and took out the contents of Jax's order to hand them to him with a kiss. Then, my eyes shifted to Chibs and Opie, who were standing next to me, nervous as could be. "Peace offering," I told Chibs and Opie, my voice crackling slightly.
"What for?" They asked in unison, to which I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms with a shrug.
"For being an ass to y'all last night. I'm not good with the awkward apologies, so this is the best I could do."
Chibs was the first to move and pulled me in his arms for a tight embrace as he spun me around. "Oh, Luvvie, it's okay. We overstepped last night, there is no need to be sorry."
"Yeah," Opie agreed, only to pull me in for a similar embrace when Chibs released me. "We love you, Andy." He mumbled into my hair, his arms squeezing tighter.
"Okay… Opie.. Can't… Breathe."
Opie's body shook with quiet laughter as he sat me back on the ground and removed his arms. "Sorry, Andy, I forgot how weak you are." He joked as he ruffled my hair.
"Oh fuck off," I joked as I took my place right by Jax's side. "I ordered y'all your favorites."
While I had my back towards the garage door, and leaned a hip against my car while Jax was wordlessly eating his meal, I felt a hand connect with my ass. "What the fuck?" I shouted and twisted around to see Tig.
"Where's my peace offering?" He asked with a smirk gracing his lips.
Jax had just enough time to stand beside me before I glowered at Tig. "Oh, I have your peace offering." I said matter-of-factly as I stepped up to him.
Tig's eyes shot around the garage, looking for said peace offering before meeting mine. "Well, where is it?"
My hand clenched into a fist as a devilish smirk lifted on my lips. "Right here." And without a second thought, I reared my fist back and released it on his face. "Don't ever put your slimy ass hands on me again." I gritted out before landing another blow to his face.
"Ohhh." chorused everyone as Tig stumbled back and cupped his bleeding nose in his hands.
Tig looked at me with bewildering anger. "What the fuck, Andy? I always slap your ass."
Yeah, any other day, I would have brushed it off even after the spanking Jax had given me a while before because Tig has always slapped my ass, as he did all the other guys while working a shift in the garage - it was just how Tig was. But now that I know what he had done to my family, I didn't want him anywhere near me.
So, of course, I punched him. He fucking deserved it.
Without a word, I turned on my heels and stomped back into the clubhouse to gather Abel and get the fuck away from this place.