Insanity Chapter 13, a sons of anarchy fanfic

The number you are trying to reach is out of service.

Happy didn't know how many times he had dialed Meera's phone hoping she'd answer just one time. It's been two days since anyone saw her, and he wasn't ready to face the fact something bad had happened to her. Maybe she went on vacation, needed to get out of town to clear her head and just didn't tell him. Nah, Happy wasn't about to go into some fantasy form of denial.

"I ain't got shit to say to you." the AB scum replied as Chibs laid a harsh punch to his abdomen. Happy frowned heavily and tucked his phone into his pocket as he turned to face the piece of shit who was with Zobelle and Weston the night they showed up and threatened SAMCRO.

Tig and Juice had a hold on his arms while Clay and the rest surrounded him. They found him at one of Zobelle's meth houses.

"Look you can make this easy if you just tell us where the girl is?" Clay said lowly. The man spit out some blood. His face was purple and blue.

"I don't know nothing about what Weston was going to do with that black bitch." he said. Happy had lost patience after the first "The number you are trying to reach is out of service" and he pulled out one of his knives and pushed it right into his side between his ribs. The man yelled out as Happy slowly turned the knife. Blood had blotched through the man's clean buttoned shirt.

"Tell me." he growled lowly not even looking at the man. Because he didn't see a human being in front of him, only a bag of blood to drain. The man's head fell back as blood stained his mouth and he nodded.

"Okay. Okay! Weston was supposed to take her to Zobelle. He wanted to use her to start some type of turf war with you and another gang. If they killed her, you'd be off trying to kill them while we snuck in and grabbed up your drugs and weapons from your warehouses!" he said.

"What gang was he going to blame?" Clay asked, but Happy just kept pushing the knife in every second the man was talking. "WHAT GANG!" But his eyes closed and Happy just pulled the knife out and wiped it on the man's pants after he dropped the ground.

"If Weston took her, and her cars gone, then wherever her car is she could be." Jax informed.

"And the other gangs are out of town. We best check the highways." Chibs advised. Clay nodded.

"Chibs and Happy search the highways, Jax and Juice search the other dope houses in case she's actually there. I'll send some of the other guys around to her job and the hospital to keep a look out for her. I will be making some calls to the other gangs to see if she's out of town somewhere." he said with a scowl. He had no idea if they would even talk to him and best bets say no they won't. But they needed to know if she's alive or dead before taking the next course of action. This meant they'd be riding out to some of their territories soon if they didn't get answers.

"What about Zobelle?" Happy asked, his tone was low and gone of all emotions.

"I'll stop by his cigar shop and he and I will have a chat after I make these calls." he said. Chibs hit Happy's shoulder and motioned from them to depart and the team separated.

Meanwhile, Marcus Alvarez was sitting at the table in one of his garages, looking through the purse the men found that belonged to the woman. Her car was completely fucked. Meera Adams, her license said. He and his boys were just coming back from Charming to meet with a man about requiring more guns for his gang when he saw her. At first, he just drove right past her not really trying to acknowledge her. But something told him to go back. Sure he's killed many in his life, men, women, children, but he had never just left someone to die on the side of the road who was innocent.

There was a folder in the car as well filled with graded papers. He assumed the woman was a teacher. One of the children's name, Abby Alvarez, was in the stack of pages. He tilted his head with hidden interest now as he examined the paper. He had a sister who lived in Charming, away from the gang life but close enough to visit, and her daughter, his niece, Abby went to the middle school. He looked through more of the stuff. Her phone was completely smashed. He wouldn't get anything from it. He couldn't even cut it on so he couldn't find any of her contacts.

The real reason he was interested, was because of the word she spoke as he carried her to his bike. Happy. That was not a popular name, but Marcus knew one. Happy Lowman, SAMCRO's enforcer. The woman must be his bitch. But she looked a little high class for even him.

This played in his favor for the two gangs had been having a turf war of their own and this was good leverage to have. He got a call from one of his boys.

"He'll make it." was the man's only reply.

"Make sure he doesn't leave that hospital bed until I am ready for him to leave." he commanded before hanging up and dialing another number. The phone rang only once. "We got your guy here. You better give me a reason why I shouldn't kill him right now." Marcus commanded.

"He was just running an errand for me. We had no intentions of violence toward you or your people. We just need the girl. Give her to us, and our deal can continue." he said. Marcus didn't reply, only hung up the phone.

His oldest, Esai approached him.

"What's the plan, pops?" he asked. Marcus looked up thinking something shady is going on and that maybe Zobelle was lying to him.

"We keep the girl here. Make sure that racist fuck doesn't go anywhere till we figure out what's going on." he replied. Zobelle's man had no business being here and he needed to decide if that man would leave in a body bag or not.

Zobelle hung up the phone and sighed some as he turned to an older man with slick grey hair and tired looking eyes. He was in a black suit, his eyes slowly scanning the different cigars with little interest.

"I've got confirmation. Both of them are in Oakland." he informed.

"That was not part of the deal." the Englishman replied slowly looking at Zobelle who nodded.

"There must have been trouble while trying to deliver her to the cabin." he explained. The man nodded giving half a smile.

"That's my Meera. Very cunning, and willing to do anything to survive." he replied and Zobelle watched him carefully. "If you do not get her to me in the next two weeks… I am going to find your daughter, Polly, and I am going to make you watch as I kill her, cook her, and eat her." His voice was so polite, so charming, but his threat was dire and dangerous. Zobelle cleared his throat.

"None of that will be necessary. I will have her here, Nigel. Rest assured." He replied. Nigel nodded once and slowly left the cigar shop. Zobelle may have bitten off more than he could chew getting involved with the Englishman and his family. His plan was to have Meera kidnapped and handed over to him in one of the other gang's territory. Then he could say she was killed by said gang so SAMCRO would be too busy getting revenge to go after Zobelle and his men. But it seemed the teacher had other plans. He needed to gain control over this before it completely got out of hand.

Meera's pov

I gasped as my eyes snapped open. A brown wooden ceiling was over me and I could hear melodies coming from below me. Music. People are talking. I looked around seeing pictures hung up and a bathroom off to the side. The hell? I slowly sat up and cried out gently as pain devoured me. It wasn't heavy pain but enough to make me lie back. The door to my left opened and in came an old woman. White hair in a bun, wearing a soft blue dress. Her face was wrinkled, and I could hardly see her eyes. She was speaking softly to me, and I couldn't understand her Spanish.

I sat up a few inches and she just waved me back down lightly placing her hand on my shoulder to keep me down. I lied back down and then looked down to see I was covered by black sheets. She was speaking more, and I just stared at her, shaking my head slowly to show I couldn't understand her. In her other hand was a big clear bag filled with orange pill bottles and bandages. I was tense unsure of what she was going to do with the pill bottles. She sauntered back over to the door and opened it. I could see two men in black leather jackets and blue jeans standing in the hallway. She calls for someone and I just looked around feeling completely out of my mind.

The old woman moved back so a man could enter. He was an older man with black slick hair and a clean mustache to match. His eyes were dangerous like a rattle snake's and he was covered in tattoos and rings around his fingers. Even his knuckles had tattoos. In his hand was my purse and sticking out of the purse was my folder of graded papers. My students. My job. Shit how long have I been out?

"What's your name?" he asked lowly, his accent thick and noticeable. I swallowed some and inhaled gently.

"Meera." I replied softly but cautiously. He nodded stepping into the room, saying something to the old woman who just nodded and left the room. The man moved closer to the bed and I leaned back some.

"You know who I am?" he asked. I took even breaths to calm myself as I looked him over. I had never seen this man in my life.

"No." I replied lightly, and he just looked me over.

"Marcus Alvarez. President of the Mayans." he said with an intimidating tone. So another gang , I assumed. I swallowed more and inhaled before looking down at my body and slowly removing the blankets from my body. I had wraps all over my chest and stomach and legs and hands. So they patched me up at least.

"Um… thank you Mr. Alvarez for helping me. I can go to the hospital and be out of your hair." I replied, and he shook his head.

"Nah, you ain't going nowhere. We had our doctors take a look at you. You ain't got a concussion or broken bones or internal bleeding, none of that. Just bruises. You're going to stay in that bed until I say you can leave." he replied harshly. I tensed some at his words. Could he be lying about my condition, I couldn't be sure.

"Look I don't know what-"

"You're involved with Happy Lowman. That means you're involved with SAMCRO and SAMCRO and the Mayans aren't allies." he said, and my eyes widened at his words. How did he even know I was with Happy?

"I don't know anything about the club's business-" But he just shook his head.

"Don't matter. I got some questions you're going to answer them. And if I think you're lying, I'm going to make you suffer." he stated. I swallowed some and nodded slowly. He moved over to the desk across the room and pulled out the chair and came back over toward my side of the bed and sat down beside me. I slowly tried to sit up so I could press my back to the wall. He just stared at me for a moment, maybe trying to intimidate me with his eyes.

"What were you doing out on that highway?" he asked. I looked at my lap for a minute and then back up at him.

"I had ran my car off the road." I replied.

"Why?" he asked.

"A white supremacist was trying to kill me- well he was having me drive somewhere where I could assume he was going to kill me," I replied. He just stared at me hard and coldly. I trembled beneath my gaze. Since he had my purse, maybe he went back to my car. Maybe he found Weston's body. "Is he dead?"

Marcus leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

"We didn't find a body… hard to say." he replied. My eyes watered, and I sniffled already closing my eyes and looking away.

"So then he will be looking for me. Shit, shit, shit!" I cried.

"Calm down. Ain't no white fuck gonna come up in here starting shit. My territories run strong with Mayans." he said, and I just glanced at him. And so the only reason he was keeping me here was to have power over Clay. Great more trouble.

"Am I prisoner now?" I asked. Marcus just nodded.

"Yeah, you are." he replied standing up causing me to jump some and he just placed my purse on my lap which made me hiss. "You play nice with me and you won't be hurt… but if you try anything…" I nodded.

"You'll make me suffer." I replied, and he nodded before looking at my purse.

"You a teacher, right at that middle school in Charming?" he asked. I tensed and nodded some. I wasn't surprised he had looked through my purse and belongings. I had nothing to hide.

"Yes." I answered not sure what this had to do with anything.

"You ever teach an Abby Alvarez?" he asked. I looked up trying to think for a second. Many names were running together right now. I rubbed my head some. Abby. Abby. Abby.

"She like to wear red bows in her hair?" I asked, and I saw the touch gang leader crack a small smile.

"Yeah. She's my niece." he answered, and my eyes brightened some and my mouth dropped.

"Abby's your niece?" I asked, and he nodded smiling more.

"Yeah she is." he replied. Well this was a turn of events.

"Well it's nice to meet a family member of hers. She's so bright and always coming in with a smile. I love having her in my class." I replied, and he nodded. "You saw her homework in the folder?" He nodded again.

"Yeah. She got all the answers right." he said with pride and I smiled and nodded reaching into the folder to find her homework. I tried not to move too fast and over do it, but once I found it I pulled it out. It was surprisingly clean. I handed it to Marcus.

"If you see her, will you give her homework to her?" I asked, and he nodded, taking the picture and smiling at it. Who knows when I'd be able to go back to work- to teach and see my children again.

"Yeah, I'll give it to her. " he said before looking back at me, his friendly eyes now darkening again. "Rest up. My grandma will be back to check on you." I nodded slowly and watched as he put the chair back and left the room. Now that I was alone I looked around at the room and sighed some before gently curling into the bed. My body ached once more and I winced some wondering how I could get a message to Clay or Happy. Please Happy, come find me.