CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE

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Reaching the 2 tall men in the corner I guess most normal people, male, female, hell even most smart animals, would be shaking in their shoes (or paws), but given mine are still hanging from my fingertips I step right into the middle of them and wrap my arm round Clay's waist.

Clay looks down at me, the height difference far too noticeable with me barefoot. "Mornin' Sarah."

"Morning Uncle Clay. I have a question for you fine gentlemen this morning." Smiling at Tig he defers to his president for whatever it is I have to ask.

"What is it?" Clay asks suspicion in his voice.

"Don't want specifics, but is overly handy still breathing this morning?"

Clay chuckles and a smile stretches across Tig's face. "Well, without specifics, he is but it's painful."

My eyebrow arches and he half shrugs, "You don't want specifics. But if you did I'd tell you he's currently suffering from several broken ribs and a shattered ankle joint." Sagging back into Clay's side he tightens his arm around me and continues, "I just about wanted to kill that son of a bitch in here in front of everyone to show them what would happen to anyone who made you scream like that. Fucker is probably very lucky that Gemma didn't hear." Clay's voice is deeply serious as he speaks by my ear.

"Gemma did hear, he should be very lucky that Gemma wasn't armed. He's not so lucky that my son also heard the way you screamed. Jax was gone for hours last night with that shit head, when he came back he went to bed with a bottle of whiskey." Gemma's voice comes from just behind us and we all turn, well I peer over Clays shoulder to where she's standing fully dressed, her jeans, white singlet and black jacket perfectly pressed, makeup and hair looking nothing like she had just spent a night surrounded by bikers, boobs, booze and blood. Gemma looks at me for a few seconds "Do you remember Jax attempting to get you off the pool table last night?"

I shake my head "No. Should I?"

Gemma, Clay and Tig all laugh at me and I feel like pouting before Gem takes pity on me "He tried to pick you up to take you to bed, you said 'If I get in bed with you tonight I'll fuck you, or I'll vomit on you. I am not sober enough to really enjoy the first and definitely drunk enough that the second is possible.' Poor boy didn't know what to do with himself, or you. He only left you out here cause he thought you might freak out if you woke up in his bed after Mr Have-hands-will-loose-them."

A movement in Clay's shoulder makes me realise he's clenching his fist again and spinning where I'm standing my foot slides in a puddle of water, grabbing hold of Clays arm I just about end up on my ass again, but Tig standing behind me manages to catch me by my shoulders and set me upright.

Gemma shakes her head, "Fucken skanks, can't even mop the floor."

Clay chuckles again, "Maybe we should put Sarah in a bubble when she's here." Poking my tongue out at him just causes him to laugh more and roll his eyes.

"While I remember Clay, I have dinner at Uncle Jacob's tonight. Unfortunately both JJ and David will be there as well." I tell him, the impending meal no longer an event I can ignore.

"Prospect." Clay calls and Miles comes rushing over, almost running in his haste. Turning back to me Clay motions his head towards the poor guy who's trying to earn his rockers. "Miles will go with you tonight, he'll be your ride there, and home again and he'll wait while you're there."

I nod and meet Miles' eyes, "Pick me up at Jax's at 4?"

With Miles nodding I turn away from them and head to the kitchen and pull out the sausages, bacon and eggs that we had brought in the previous day.

The smells off cooking meat fill the kitchen fairly quickly and it's almost like a homing beacon has been set off in all the Sons. Within minutes of the first slice of bacon hitting the pan every Son is in the main room, Juice is hanging through the open door and Opie has gone a step in his quest to be the first fed by propping himself against the bench right beside where I'm cooking.

Gemma sticks her head in the door, "You alright baby?"

Turning around she grins at the apron I'm wearing, the pink material covered in multiple pictures of cupcakes a comical sight when I have 2 armed leather clad men in the tiny room with me.

"Yeah, the bacon isn't going far and the eggs have surrendered, the sausages put up a tough fight, but they threw in the towel when a comrade exploded." Juice chuckles from his spot in the doorway while I flip the first lot of the eggs. "Juice, find out who wants their eggs over."

Juice turns around and yells, "Egg orders?"

Shaking my head I hear at least 12 different voices call out different requests. Walking over and shoving Juice out of the way. "Anyone want their eggs over-easy, medium or hard?"

Happy steps in the doorway as I finish my sentence, glances over at me then the room full of bikers, "You askin' about hard while dressed like that, Cupcake?"

Shaking my head at the strange group of men in my life I don't reply. Bobby and Chibs raise their hands and claim the eggs which are now definitely in the over-hard category. Stacking their places with bacon, sausage, eggs and toast they return to the main room and their chairs, ignoring the innuendoes from their brothers.

Making it through more types of eggs then I can really be bothered thinking about it's not till I get to the sunny-side up that I realise Jax is nowhere to be seen. The last of the bacon and sausages are not far from being cooked when I stick my head out, "Where's Jax?"

All the guys shrug, no idea where the blonde biker has ended up, Bobby sticks his head out the door, "Bike's still here."

"Oh well, he's gonna have to make his own eggs." I say, turning back to the kitchen and the toast that's just popped.

"Nope, we already covered this." Jax calls, stepping into the room, his hair testament to his previous location of the roof. "I can't cook for shit darlin' you'll have to feed me."

Shaking my head I return to the small stove, cracking the last of the eggs and tipping them into the pan carefully. Exactly 4 minutes later the eggs are being lifted out and put on top of two plates, one piled with 4 sausages, 5 rashers of bacon and 3 slices of toast, the other with pairs of everything.

Exiting the kitchen with the plates in hand I drop one onto the table in front of Jax, curtseying, "Anything else your highness?"

The only one that doesn't see the humour in my comment is Jax, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Well, actually yes. I seem to be lacking a caffeinated beverage." The attempted poncy voice he's putting on makes me almost drop my plate. A hand grabs the plate from me just before I let go and I hear it clink to the table top. "Not meant to be that funny!" Jax semi-snaps, but a look through my tearing eyes shows the humour dancing in his.

"Sorry." I splutter out, sitting down in the chair across from the blonde biker and digging in to my breakfast, cooking for over a dozen people, more than half of them men, has made me starving.

I'm half way through my breakfast when my coffee cup reappears in front of me, refilled with black liquid while a tray is set on the other side of the table, god only knows where they found it but the silver tray contains a teacup and saucer, a tiny jug of milk and matching bowl full of sugar. I just about choke on the piece of toast in my mouth when I see Chibs standing beside the table, a grin stretching across his face. "Your coffee sir."

"Smart asses, the whole lot of ya." Jax complains jokingly, the half-smile still on his face.

He's barely got the last bite of his breakfast into his mouth before Happy's at the table looking intently down at me, it's a look I know most people would be terrified of, but with the bribery tool I have for the rough biker he doesn't bother me anymore. Resting my head on my hand I look up at him, "Yes, when we're ready to go I'll take over Jax's kitchen. I'm ready to go whenever you both are."

Happy nods before fixing his eyes on Jax and just staring. Jax looks up at him before standing, draining his coffee and looking over the table, "Right, let's go Cupcake."

I shake my head at him, "Nope."

Both Happy and Jax's jaws drop, me saying no seconds after I'd said I was ready to go has them both confused. "What?" Happy's voice is a low growl when he speaks.

"Nope. Meant purely as a reply to Jax calling me cupcake. Sorry Jax, but that's Happy's nickname, you don't get to steal it."

"Sorry darlin'. Better?" Jax says a twist to his lips that could either become a smile or a frown.

"Much." I hop up to my feet and head down the hall to Juice's room where my bag is hanging on the doorknob, shoving my feet into my sneakers I know I look odd walking back down the hall, the only parts of clothing visible are the sneakers, the corset and skirt both completely covered by Jax's hoodie.

Walking through the main room it's entirely empty apart from Miles and Aaron who now have clean up duty, pausing in my travels I look at the pair of them, "Rinse the egg of the plates before you put it in the dishwasher otherwise it'll bake on."

Miles nods while Aaron just stares at me, no expression on his face. Shrugging I continue the walk and step back into the full sun shine beaming down on the lot.

Tapping Jax on the shoulder when I reach him, "I have a problem." I say.

"What's that?" Jax says, turning to face me, grinning at the hoodie which has reappeared.

"Well, I came here yesterday in shorts and now I'm wearing a skirt, and you want me to get on the back of that to get back to your house." I motion towards his bike as I'm speaking.

Jax grins, his eyes crinkling in the corner slightly due to the sun, and the size of the smile crossing his face. "You'll be fine darlin' but I can get ya some old trackies if you want."

Shaking my head, "They'd be way too loose and probably more dangerous than me in a skirt. Just go easy?"

Jax nods, "I can do that."

I snort softly as we head to the bike, I've seen his idea of driving slowly, waiting till he's on the bike I slide on behind him, using the pegs to adjust my weight I tug the hoodie so it's tucked right underneath me, that way if it does get caught by the wind at least all anyone will see is leg. Tapping him on the shoulder I let him know I'm sorted and wrap my arms around him, hoping it'll be a non-flashing ride back to his house.

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