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Meera's POV
Esai leaned into me some, his eyes trying to flirt.
"So you got a boyfriend?" he asked and I was preparing to answer when his father came up.
"Ay don't you have some rounds to make." he said sharply. He had a plate in his hands and he placed it in front of me. Rice and beans. It looked good. Esai refrained from sucking his teeth and nodded looking from him to me.
"Later." he said and got up and left, Marcus took his spot. Handsome boy. I looked back at the food and noticed how delicious it smelled.
"Thanks." I muttered before watching Esai leave with two other men.
"He your oldest?" I asked and Marcus nodded smiling with pride as his son left.
"Yeah. He's a good kid." he said before looking back at me. "What about you? You any little ones?" I began to pick up my fork that was on the side of the plate and began to eat slowly.
"No." I replied dryly.
"You will one day." he said. I scoffed, before looking down with mild guilt. I wouldn't be surprised if he thought I was disrespectful. I glanced up at him and he was just smirking as if amused.
"What makes you say that?" I asked. He shrugged leaning back some resting his curled hands on his stomach.
"You're a hot piece. Your old man will want more than just you if he is serious about you. He'll want a legacy." he explained. I blinked some putting some beans and rice in my mouth.
"And Esai is your legacy?" I asked and he nodded.
"My proud legacy." he replied and I just nodded.
"Does it matter now? It seems I don't even have a good hold on my life." I replied noticing how many of the patrons of the bar was watching me. Marcus shrugged.
"Ay it's because you're weak." he said and I just stared at him for a second pondering his words for a bit.
"Yes maybe you're right. Innocent people who didn't ask to be in this situation is considered weak." I replied. He smirked more tilting his head some as he observed me.
"You ever shoot a gun before?" he asked. I looked at him confused.
"No of course not." I replied and he chuckled at me.
"You're cute girl. I may just keep you." he said before leaning forward and standing up moving back behind the bar. I watched him for a moment before looking back toward other tables. More people were watching me and I just kept my head down. I didn't finish the food, I was too tired and I stood up ready to head back to my room. I was watched the entire walk toward the stairs. My stomach couldn't hold anything and I felt woozy. I moved up the stairs and I wasn't bothered the entire way up. I walked back to the end of the hall and back to my room and closed the door behind me. I got back into bed and just closed my eyes.
Alvarez's POV
She's cute. I kind of liked her. She was like a breath of fresh air in the club. I was going to get her some water, but noticed she was tired. She stood up and walked back upstairs. She wasn't dumb. She wouldn't try anything. The phone had rung and Jesus, my cook, moved back to answer it. I just leaned over the bar and watched the stairs for a moment. I would hate to have to kill her. Nah no I wouldn't.
"Boss, Charming. Clay Morrow." he replied. Bout time. I moved over to the phone and took it from him and answered.
"Clay Morrow. Why the fuck are you calling me?" I asked.
"Trust me I don't enjoy calling you so I'll be brief. One of my man's old ladies are missing. Taken by some Nazi fuck. They're bad for everyone's business. I want to know if you've seen either of them." he said. I scoffed, smirking.
"Come on Morrow, you know all your kind look alike to me." I replied.
"Look don't play games with me, Alvarez. I got a guy about to go on a rampage here. I'm sure the guy is covered in racial tattoos. You're not stupid you'd know what they look like." he said. I already didn't like his tone and was about to hang up. "But the woman is innocent in all this. She's a black woman, long curly hair, 5'7, slender, hazel eyes. Has any of your men seen her." I was quiet for a moment as I weighed my options.
"Well I have a girl who fits that description, but she's my guest today, Morrow, I don't plan to give her up. She's real cute too." I replied.
"Look Alvarez, I know we got beef going on. But you started it-"
"And now I'm settling it. You want your girl back you better have some territory and drug deals to discuss." I replied. I know I already decided to work with that Zobelle guy, but fuck him. I wasn't going to pledge loyalty to Nazi shit heads. Our enemies were dangerous enough, but a whole organization of racist fucks. That wasn't something I wanted my club to be associated with. Once I got the guns that were supposed to go to SAMCRO, I planned to wipe out those fools.
"Alright fine. Let's meet today, but I want her there." Morrow replied.
"Nah tomorrow. Three pm sharp, the park." I merely replied before hanging up. Guess I needed to tell the sexy teacher she may be going home.
Normal POV
Clay sighed heavily hanging up the phone. Gemma moved up behind him.
"What he say?" she asked. Clay nodded.
"Mayans got her." he replied. Gemma's eyes flexed.
"How the hell did she get out there?" she asked.
"Fucking Zobelle's guy. She escaped though. How Alvarez got a hold of her I had no idea." he replied.
"What does he want in return?" she asked.
"Drugs and territory." he said. Gemma winced and looked away some. Honestly, if Meera was anyone else, she would have said fuck it and let Alvarez have them. But she wasn't just anyone. She was that little girl who lied with her talking about her family. She saw her as a daughter, more than Tara. Clay sighed some.
"I ain't making any deals with the Mayans. We got too much on our plate as it is." he replied. Gemma nodded.
"And you should have put a bullet in both of them when they showed up here." she snapped. Clay shot her a glance but Gemma didn't fear it, because she knew she was right. Bobby entered the garage.
"Hey you hear any news?" he asked. Clay nodded.
"Yeah go get the guys. We need to talk." he replied.
Meera's POV
I slept for only two hours, before getting up and realizing I was groggy. I noticed on the desk were more bandages and ointment. I could rebandage myself, I was sure. So I moved to the bathroom and slowly removed my bandages. I noticed I didn't smell too bad. I should have wreaked. Maybe I was cleaned up after I was found. It took some time to get the dress off, but I fought the pain. I folded it up and left it on the bed. I then moved into the bathroom noticing some towels on top of the sink. They would have to do. Once the water was a nice warm, I slowly stepped in and just stood there embracing the water. I closed my eyes and just imagined I was somewhere else that just wasn't here. I dipped my head under the water and felt water gliding down my hair and soon it found my face. I sniffled some raising my hands some to curl them lightly together but not fully. I imagined Happy was there, closing his arms around me holding my body to his.
I can feel his body against mine. Slowly I raised my head and heard a faint noise. I noticed I left the bathroom door open and saw Marcus standing there in the room. I stared at him, my vision mildly blurred from the water. A small lock of hair was over my left eye. I was frozen there wondering what it was he was thinking. He slowly came over to the bathroom and once he kicked off his boots and left them outside the door, I knew he was going to do something. He entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Should I have been surprised? No. There's no real power for a woman in the world gangs and motorcycle clubs. I should have expected it sooner. Marcus peeled away his vest and removed his shirt slowly and I looked him over. Tattoos painted his body of skulls and other black ink I could not see properly. Damn this water. As he began to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants, I just looked away now feeling my body shaking some. And it hurt to do that, reminding me I was in no position to physically fight. Could I talk him out of what he was about to do? Probably not. Marcus moved closer to the tub and stepped in. I tensed visibly trying not be close to him, but this tub didn't exactly provide space. I closed my eyes as I felt his body pressing into me, his scent rolling off onto me. I feel his hand reach over my shoulder toward my chest and come up to grip my chin so he could lightly tilt it.
His face began to press into my neck and I just stared at the tile wall, trying my best not to freak out.
"Your club is coming for you tomorrow." he said lowly into my flesh and my eyes flexed some and I finally turned to face him. He leaned up so he could look down at me and I up at him. They were coming for me?
"You… are letting me go?" I asked lightly and he shrugged.
"If the give me something good yes. If not then you'll be back here." he said lowly as he looked me over. I looked away some in thought. I was happy, but that didn't change the situation I was in right now and I slowly turned back around not really wanting to be chest to chest with him. I looked down at my feet now.
"Let me guess, I am to show my thanks for you keeping me safe these few days." I replied softly feeling his hand gently run down my back.
"Nah… call it exploring a curiosity. Happy Lowman is a crazy man. A name a lot of gangs talk about. So I wonder what it is about you that makes you so special to him." he said. I feel his arms wrap around my hips lightly. One squeeze could send pain shooting all around me.
"You make it seem like he is not a man." I replied and I feel him pull me into his body. My face winces as I feel his cock pressing into me.
"Happy Lowman is not a man." he said. I was silent after that too lost in my mind to reply. "You love your club?" I immediately thought of Happy, then Tara, then Gemma and Jax and all of the other members of the club.
"Yes." I replied lowly, feeling his body gently grinding against my own.
"And you want this deal to go successful tomorrow so you can go home to your man?" he asked in my ear, my head tilting some as my eyes began to fade of all emotion.
"Yes." I replied over breathlessly before feeling his hands lightly coming up to lightly cup my breasts. I hissed gently at the feeling before remembering that I would do anything to be back in Happy's arms. A soft frown appeared on my face, but I quickly hid it. Anything.