14
The old woman, whose name I still did not know, changed my wounds and fed me. I did my best to cooperate. She would hand me pills for my pain and I was unsure about taking them. She would just smile and place her hands to my lips before giving me some water. I was standing up right now, my back to the door while she wrapped a long white bandage around my bare stomach just below my breasts. I didn't know where my clothes were or if I would be getting any. I had to keep the blankets over my body when she wasn't changing me, but now it couldn't be avoided.
I had tied my hair back into a high pony tail while she continued to wrap me up. I was naked before her and she didn't seem to mind. She said something below her breath.
"Bonita." she said looking up at me and smiling sweetly. I just smiled down at her. I should at least thank her for helping me when I was sure she didn't need to.
"Thank you." I replied lightly. She nodded and made sure my bandage was mildly tight. The door opened and I looked over my shoulder now to see Marcus standing there. I didn't move or try to hide myself. I didn't want to mess up the old woman's work. His eyes trailed over my back and seemed to move down to the ground.
"Brought you some clothes." he said raising a plastic bag before setting it down on the bed. I nodded.
"How long will I be here?" I asked. He looked back at me with a short shrug.
"If Morrow does what I ask, not long." he said. I looked forward catching his reflection in the full body mirror across from us. The old woman squatted down some and began rubbing some ointment on the cuts on my thighs. Marcus' eyes continued to look at me.
"Why even do all of this? Help me I mean. If Clay doesn't do what you want then you can just kill me." I replied, and he moved his head from side to side.
"That may be true. I could let you suffer. But for now you haven't annoyed me so out of the kindness of my heart I will help you." he said humorously. I thought about his words for a moment. The woman leaned back up and touched my shoulders motioning me to turn around, and so I did. Marcus got a front row view of my body, and I thought I would feel embarrassed. Another man is looking at me, completely bare, but he didn't seem swayed by my body. He looked at my chest a lot, but he didn't seem to be easily taken over by male desires. I could feel the woman's hands running over my back as she applied the ointment. I looked down at my chest to see my belt burn moving across my body now. Finally, a thought crossed my mind. If I was to a prisoner, maybe this would be okay until Zobelle is killed and his men dead.
"Could I stay here?" I asked. Marcus arched a brow.
"Why would a SAMCRO bitch want to stay here?" he asked amused and I frowned.
"Language…. And I am no one's bitch. I am someone's woman." I replied, and he laughed lowly.
"Chica, you think just because you are here, that'll stop your man from finding some sweet pussy elsewhere?" he asked. The old woman leaned over and sharply scolded Marcus in Spanish and Marcus replied, but his tone was no sharp or hard. The woman looked up at me and smiled patting my shoulders and moving to put her materials away. She slowly left now and now I was nervous to be left alone with this man. I turned my attention back to the back trying to ignore his words. I pulled out the red plaid dress.
"Are you saying that all men are like this, that if your woman was somewhere else, you'd have no problem cheating on her?" I asked moving to pull the dress over my head, but my arms ached, and I groaned in pain. Marcus smirked and walked over to me holding his hands out. I watched him carefully and handed him the dress. He unfolded it and took my left arm and placed my arm through the sleeve then the same for my right arm. He was surprisingly gentle, not wanting to cause me any unwanted pain. He slid the dress on me. The hem stopped below my knees, and I nodded my thanks before turning my attention to the bag. There was a flash of black inside them
"Not all men are the same." he said and watched as I pulled out some black shorts and observed them. They were very small and I knew they wouldn't fit. There were sandals at the bottom and I pulled them out and slid them on. They fit at least. "Loyalty is what separates the boys from the men."
"And you think of Happy Lowman is a boy?" I asked turning back to him and he shook his head.
"Nah that man's a crazy mother fucker and having you here is good leverage to make him bend to my will." he said lowly and I tensed at his words.
"Do they even know I am here?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Nah. But Morrow is smart. He'll figure it out." he said and I looked down some. "Why would you want to stay anyways?" I looked back up at him and sat down on the bed feeling incredibly tired now.
"I figured it would be a good place to lie low until the issues in Charming blow over. The man who kidnapped me wants to kill me because I am black and tied to SAMCRO, but I think my blackness pisses him off more. He's gotten to me before and I don't know what to do anymore." I replied. He snorted now as if my words were pathetic to him.
"Looks like you club isn't good at protecting its women." he said. I looked away and shrugged.
"It's not like I wanted to be in a club anyways, but you like who you fuck, you know?" I replied. Marcus crossed his arms now and shook his head.
"SAMCRO's problems are SAMCRO's problems. You being here is just another problem for them. I'm not bringing any unwanted bullshit into my territory." he said. I looked back up at him before looking me over.
"Isn't keeping me here bringing unwanted problems?" I asked, and he smirked.
"Not for me." he said, and I sighed some and looked around a bit.
"Am I to stay in this room only? Planning to make me go crazy?" I asked, and he looked me over before licking his lips and biting them.
"You hungry?" he asked. Um yes!
"I could eat." I replied, and he nodded and motioned his head for me to come with him. He began to exit the door and I just stood there, nervous. Marcus paused past the door way and looked back at me.
"Look ain't no one gonna bother you." he said, and I looked him over.
"Why should I trust you?" I asked.
"Because my authority keeps you alive." he said seriously, and I stared at his dark eyes knowing he was right. He was the leader, the Hispanic Clay. I followed behind him and saw numerous doors on either side of brown wooden hall way. At the other end was a staircase that led down somewhere. I just followed Marcus to the end watching men and women enter other rooms, moaning and panting could be heard in the rooms. Once we got to the top of the stairs, Marcus moved down them. I tried to follow but concentrating on each step made dizzy and I wobbled a bit grabbing the rail immediately. Marcus looked back up at me and took my hand helping me down the stairs. His hand was warm and that made me feel a tiny bit better. I always expect bad guys to be some icy cold demons, but body warmth was always something I liked. It brought me comfort even if not from the right people.
Once we reached the bottom, Marcus let me go and I saw nothing but tables with people at them as well as pool tables and a large bar. Men in leather looked at me and blonde haired, pink lipped women eyed me a glare. I saw only Hispanic faces and it was just like Clay's garage. Spanish music was playing over my head and luckily there was no cigarette smell. I don't think my body could have handled it. Marcus grabbed my attention and led me over to a table where I could sit down.
"I'll be right back. Don't leave this table." he said, and I just nodded and watched him walk away to the bar. He said something to the man and he nodded and disappeared into the back where the kitchen was at. Suddenly a man sat down in front of me with a crooked smirk.
"Hi cutie. Name's Esai." he said, and I just leaned back some giving a light frown. He raised his hands. "Ay no need to fear me. My dad's watching over you and so am I." Yeah right.
Normal POV
Happy and Tig were on the highway looking for anything they could that would lead them to Meera's car. Riding on an empty highway always made Happy calm. It gave him a state of peace that no one could take from him. But this time someone did, and it was Meera. With her missing, he couldn't think right or breathe right or even kill right. He could have made that guy suffer way more than usual.
The beautiful and kind school teacher had officially gotten under his skin. She was inked into his soul like a tattoo that could never go away. Tig pointed to the side of the road and began to merge off to the side. Happy followed and the two cut off their bikes.
"What is it?" Happy asked getting off his bike and taking off his helmet. Tig pointed over the rail and Happy looked over it and he could see the long trail of disturbed ground. Tig removed his helmet.
"Car went over the hill." he said.
"You think Meera did this?" Happy asked and Tig only shook his head to show he didn't know and the two moved to the end of the rail to walk around it. They had nothing to lose. They took the hill that safely led down. Happy looked at the ground to see if he could see any traces of Meera's belongings. He noticed footprints going up the hill he paused to squat and look at them. Tig paused to look at him. The sun was shiny down on them, so he had to squint.
"Whatcha got?" he asked. Happy outlined the shoe print he saw. It shaped a healed shoe. A woman's shoe. That gave him hope already.
"Gotta heal footprint. It's gotta be her." Happy said looking at Tig. Tig was a realistic man, knowing he had to see the facts to believe him. He wouldn't deny his friend the thought of his girl being alive, though. He nodded.
"Let's go find that car." he said and moved down the hill further. There were numerous footprints now. Obvious boot prints, but that only told the men Meera could have been taken by a bunch of men. But since the prints pointed opposite of hers, this told Happy they couldn't have all been with her. They made it to the bottom and didn't have to walk far before seeing a demolished looking grey impala. Happy's heart nearly burst from his chest at the sight and the two ran over to the car. The examined it as much as they could.
"There's blood, but not a lot of it in the driver's side. She's smart if she wore her seatbelt, her injuries may not be bad." Tig said noticing one of the windows were smashed completely and covered in blood in the back passenger's side. He moved back to it. Happy followed.
"Someone must have been in the back. Probably had her at gun point from the back. Fucker wouldn't have his seatbelt on if he wanted to successfully hold her at gun point." Happy said. He started to nod to himself as he looked over the car.
"Maybe Meera saw an opportunity to escape by driving off the road. The kidnapper is probably majorly fucked up or dead if he didn't have his seatbelt on through all this." he said. The top car was dented completely from rolling around. That's all Happy needed to know. Meera was a fighter and she's alive.
He reached into his phone and dialed Clay.
"Happy?" Gemma asked.
"Ma, where's Clay?" he asked.
"On the phone with Laroy trying to find Meera, did you find anything?" she asked.
"Yeah. We found Meera's car. We think she got away and someone picked her up." he explained.
"Oh god. Hold on, here's Clay." she said. Happy repeated his message.
"Alright. Jax and Juice picked up another one of Zobelle's ma. He wasn't at his shop, so he must know we're looking for him."
"You think this guy knows what gang Zobelle was planning to frame?" he asked.
"For his sake he better know. Figured you'd want to get the information out of him. Meera is your old lady." he said. Happy nodded, giving a heavy frown.
"Oh yeah. I got a few ideas I've been dying to try out. We're heading back." he replied before hanging up. He looked at Tig who smirked.
"You gonna make someone shit their pants?" he asked. Happy smirked.
"Oh shit and bleed." he said before the two moved to head back up the hill.