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Chapter Four
Jax
I reluctantly follow my mother into the office at the garage and shut the door behind me. My head is still stuffy and aching from the permanent bender I've been living on in the clubhouse. The last thing I want to do is listen to her ream me out. Not that it matters. When Gemma Teller-Morro, the Queen of Sons commands an audience, you listen.
She turns on her heels, and I brace myself. "What are you planning on doing about this?" She unloads, crossing her arms beneath her chest and glaring. It's a shame tactic I've never developed an immunity to.
I can see the disappointment in her eyes. It's not a look I'm used to having directed toward me. "I don't know, Ma," I say honestly. There are no easy answers to this situation.
"What the hell kind of answer is that, Jackson?" She snaps.
Her shrill tone makes me flinch internally. I shrug. "An honest one."
"This is your flesh and blood we're talking about. You need to set that little junkie straight, and tell her how it's going to be."
"How can I do that when I don't know?" I ask exasperated. "Do you have it figured it out? 'Cause the way I see it, I'm gone more than I'm home. With one phone call, I have to be able to pick up and leave headed for who the fuck knows where for an undetermined amount of time. She's obviously going to be the main parent."
"Over my dead body, she is." My mom growls.
And here we go.
"What do you suggest then, Ma?"
"That you get off your ass and take care of your responsibility. You think I wanted to be stretched out to hell by you and your brother's giant heads? No, but I did it because you sacrifice for you family. If you've learned nothing from me, you should know that."
The imagery painted makes me queasy.
"Moms have maternal instincts and shit. It's not the same."
"Oh, bullshit. Do I look maternal to you?"
This is a trick question. I shake my head no.
"I don't understand what the hell is wrong with you." She sighs.
"Nothing. I just found out a few weeks ago—
"It's been a month. Do you have any idea how much happens during thirty days of pregnancy? Do you know how far along she is?"
"I—no?" I realize.
"Jesus Christ. Do I have to do everything myself?" She shoves me aside, grabs her purse off the desk and stalks away.
"What are you going?" I panic. Visions of my mom tormenting Wendy from outside the house flash in my head. My mom's a loose cannon. There are days she'd just as soon hug you as she would chew your ass out.
"To make things right."
I grab her arm. "Leave her alone. This is between us."
"Really? Because it looks a lot like you avoiding everything. That's not working for me." She shakes her head sending her blonde streaks of hair flying around her angular face. My mom keeps herself up, but all I see in the depths of her brown irises is exhaustion.
"You want to make her go off the deep end?" I ask grasping at straws. Wendy and my mother were always oil and water. Since the pregnancy bomb, they've become a match and a flame. I don't need that shit blowing up any more than it already has.
"You think that bitch is using?" She squeals.
"No Ma. I don't believe that. I do think if you keep riding her ass like you're a jockey and she's a horse, she might be more inclined to."
She purses her lips. "Fine. I won't go." She points her finger. "But I'm sending the girls. I want a full report from someone I trust." Her sneer and tone suggest I'm no longer trustworthy. I roll my eyes and bite my tongue until I taste the metallic tang of blood. Heaven forbid I ever go against her. It's the quickest way to make it to the top spot on her shit list.
"That's fine."
She huffs and plops down in the office chair, picking up the phone.
"Get out of here," She waves her hand at me.
Dismissed.
I leave the room irritated and confused. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Wendy isn't up for co-parenting. It's all or nothing with her. I move back in, and we take up where we left off, or she'll make my life hell. I attempted to talk to her after a pep talk and threatening session from the girls. It didn't go well.
I knock on the front door and shove my hands in my pockets. I don't know which version of Wendy will answer the door. She was off before. Now I have to deal with pregnancy hormones exacerbating her tentative grip on sanity. The door opens, and she's all smiles. She's wearing a navy blue polka dot dress and no shoes. Her hair's pulled up into a high ponytail. She looks like a damn Stepford wife. I step inside, uncertain what angle she's trying to work.
"Jax, come inside. I made us brunch."
"Umm, thanks." I follow her inside and sit down at the table set with waffles, orange juice, and eggs. "Looks good."
"Thanks." She smiles and sits, smoothing her skirt over her knees.
I study her face. She has a glow about her. "You look good, Wendy."
"Thank you. I've been taking good care of myself for the baby." I feel bad. She was just looking for love and acceptance. I saw that in her and took advantage. Now we're both going to suffer for my poor choices. "It shows." I dish a small amount of food on my place, and we spend a few minutes eating in a chill silence. "You said you were open to talking to me."
"Yes, Jax. I want our baby to have what I didn't have. A family and parents who don't hate each other." She glances down. "You know my past."
"I do." I cringe. Wendy has a reason she's a junkie. Her parent's pimped her out for money as a teen. She hit the clubhouse as a necessity. Once they were pinched and sent to lock up, she had no money, no place to go, and no marketable skills. Too old to be a ward of the state, she had few choices.
The minute I saw her, I feel into a deep case of like. She had a wildness about her. There were no limits, and she didn't ask questions or disobey my orders. It wasn't until she shared her story with me that I understood why.
"The baby will have two parents that love him or her."
"But what about us?" Her voice wavers and she lays down her fork.
"Wendy…look…I called things off for a reason. I'm just. I don't love you the way you need me to."
"But you promised you'd always take care of me."
"And I will. The club is behind you forever."
"I don't want the club, Jackson. I want you."
I sigh and push away from the table. "I'm sorry, I can't give you that."
A white object flies toward me, and I jerk to the right. A dish explodes on the floor.
"Then get the fuck out."
I jump up. "Whoa. What the fuck?"
I dodge a mug another plate and a tumbler as I stumble toward the door. "I thought this wasn't what you wanted," I bark.
"We're a package deal motherfucker!"
I trip out the door and slam it shut moments before the waffle iron slams into the wood. I pause on the porch. I don't trust her not to grab something else, so I rush to my bike and take off. So much for reasoning with her.
"What did you do to piss off Mama Bear?" Lee asks.
Cause it takes so much? I set down my tools, grab a towel, and clean the oil off my hands.
Lee and Journee are walking toward me. I guess Ma was serious about calling them.
"Fuck, I don't know breathe and exist?"
"Come have a cig?" Journee asks issuing the code for let's talk outside where she can't hear us. I nod.
"Hey Juice, take over for me."
"Right, on it. Hi Journee, Lee." He flashes his megawatt smile, and I cough to cover my laugh. His insistence on brown sticking together is one of the many amusements I depend on to keep my work day going. Seems like he's caught a little crush on our resident brown-skinned beauty. Walker used to have one on Lee. It didn't amuse me as much. But he transferred to Tacoma six months ago, so it doesn't' matter now.
We walk outside, and I pull out a cigarette lighting up. I take a long drag, holding it in my lungs, and letting the nicotine race through my blood stream. I blow it out.
"Guess she called in the cavalry?" I ask as I lean against the wall.
"Called us all fired up. What she expects us to do, I'm not sure," Lee says.
"What I want to do most has to wait until she drops that Teller," Journee mumbles.
"What'd she do, piss in your Wheaties?" I asked surprised at her venom.
"Touched her boo thing," Lee says.
"Shut up, Lee."
"Her what?" I ask shaking my head. It's like they speak a different language half the time.
"Chibs," Lee says.
"Ahhh. Little buddy still coming to the rescue, huh?" I tease.
She scowls. The door opens, and Chibs appears with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I glance at Lee and we both lose it. I double over holding my thighs. I laugh until my stomach hurts.
"What the hell did I miss?" Chibs asks.
"Nothing worth mentioning," Journee says quickly. Lee and I snicker.
"Your Ma looks like she's got a bee in her bonnet," Chibs says.
"Try a whole damn hive, brother. She doesn't seem to go understand how psycho Wendy is. Last time I tried to talk to her, I almost ended up with a concussion via tableware."
"Wait, what?" Lee asks.
"Crazy bitch threw dishes, mugs, hell, even a waffle iron at me," I grumble.
Journee giggles.
"Ass," I say.
"Not so fun being on the opposite end of laughter is it?" she asks.
I mock scowl at her and she sticks out her tongue.
"What set her off?" Lee asks.
"The fact that I wasn't coming home to play pretend happy family."
"Jesus. You're a walking talking Jerry Springer episode," Lee says.
"Don't I know it. Makes it hard to work anything out when she flies off the handle anytime she hears something she doesn't like."
"Damn brother, not right. Can't keep a man from his child," Chibs says.
"Are you two actually going over there right now?"
"Hell yes, we don't want Gem pissed at us too," Lee says.
I smirk. "Sides, she's scared of Rocky here. It should keep her in line."
"If I get arrested, can I call on you for bail, Chiby?" Journee asks.,
"Aye love. I'd be there with bells on," he says with a wink.
I look from my brother to my sista and narrow my gaze. Am I missing something? They seem to be a little extra today. I'm not sure how I feel about that. He's a good fifteen years older, and she's so inexperienced. It's like the girl has a curse when it comes to love. The civilian thing never worked out, and then she had Kyle. The very thought of him pisses me off.
"How about we not add getting arrested to this cluster fuck of a day," I drawl.
"Aww, is Jackson, stressed?" Lee coos.
I give her a glare, and she pats my cheek. "Don't worry Daddy to be, we got this," Lee says.
"That's what I'm afraid of," I mumble.
"Why? You're the one getting appliances tossed at your face. Guess those blue eyes and that blonde hair aren't working for her anymore," Journee says.
"Kicking a man when he's down. That's low, ladies." I shake my head, and they grin and bat their long lashes. They can dish it out as well as they can take it. Little shits.
"We just came to get the lay of the land. We're going to get out of here and do our jobs before she transfers her rage," Lee says.
I hug them and watch as they walk off.
"What was that?" I ask Chibs.
"What was wha?"
"That thing with Journee?"
He lifts an eyebrow. "Howsit different from any otha time her and I are together?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. You trying to go after her?"
"And if I am?" he asks quietly.
"Not sure how I feel about that brother."
"Why? Cause I'm ta old fer her?"
"Nah, Cause she's too sweet and has been through hell and back when it comes to dating."
"Wouldn't' be on a whim, Jackie boy," he says. There's something softer in his face and tone.
"Holy shit you're completely into her, aren't you?" I ask.
"Been that way a long time brother. Thinking of letting her know and seeing where the chips fall. She ain't getting any younger, and neither am I."
"What brought this on?" I ask curious.
He shakes his head. "She was taking bout her future, and I realized, me not in it doesn't work for me."
"If you're for real, I've got no issue with you, man."
"Thanks, brother, need you to have my back on this."
"Always," I say.
"Keep it to yourself?"
I nod. Things are about to get a lot more interesting around here. Good, I can use the distraction.
Chibs
There are days burned into my memory. They're a brand I'll never be rid of. The day I got my Glasgow smile, the night Kerrianne was born, the dawn clad morning my ma died, and the morning Fi and I married. Today is the anniversary of the latter.
I twist the wedding band around my finger. It's just a bit of silver and diamond. It doesn't mean anything unless you got emotions behind it. For too long I'd been fooling myself into believing what me and Fiona had wasn't long dead. I've mourned her right along with my daughter. It made everything that happened easier to be.
Imagining her in Ireland pining away for me while she feigned interest then Journee grew up, and my head and heart refused to let me live in the old lie. My lennan is so vibrant and caring, how could I not fall for her?
Journee gives without a second thought. I'm not oblivious to the fact that she treats me like a King. Better than Fiona ever did in fact. It stings my pride. I was young and stupid when I fell for the dark haired Irish beauty. I thought the sun rose and set in her face. She wound me around her fingers and played me for a fool.
It's the small things I noticed with Journee. The way she makes my plate first, checks to see how I'm doing and buys my favorite things without asking. It's automatic for her. It's part of the catalyst to my feelings shift. I crave the love and attention she regularly showers me with.
I've tried to keep a lid on it. She deserves better than an old man who can't even walk her down the aisle and share his last name. If I'm going to do this with her, I have to go about it the right way. I remove the ring from my left hand and set it in the dresser drawer. I won't be needing it anymore.
From now on I'll think of this date as my personal declaration of independence. This has been a long time coming. My religion tells me, divorcee, is a sin, but I'd burn in hell for eternity if it means heaven on earth with my Journee. I don't want her to suffer for my mistakes though. So I'll be asking for an annulment.
I stand and feel something return to my spirit, a bit of respect and piss and vinegar. I walk out of my dorm room to my bike.
"Where you headed?" Tig whines.
"Got no time for you today brother, I got to see a priest to lighten me burdens. ." I wink and whistle a tune as I exit the clubhouse and head for the local church and Father Mackinnon. The old priest has kept secrets for many a wayward soul.
I walk out of the chapel offices feeling a million pounds lighter and downright lucky. I pull out my phone and call Journee.
"Chibs."
"Hey, lass. Are you busy?"
"I'm about to finish up a tat, but your timing is impeccable."
"What's a matter?" I ask with a frown.
"I could use your help if you're around."
"I'm in town. I can be there in five minutes. What do yeu need?"
"Could use a big bad biker boyfriend to visit me so this guy will stop trying to get a date. At this point, he's running out of room on his body for tats."
"Oi, you want to use me for my good looks?"
"Yes, please,"
I smirk. "Be there soon, love." If he thinks he can push up on my Journee, he's got a nothing thing coming. I haven't set eyes on this bastard, and I want to gut him. There's no going back to being her friend now. The wheel of fate's been spun.
I pull up in front of the shop and scowl at the douched out rice burner with large tailpipes, a massive spoiler and runner lights. How can they think this crap is cool? I run my hand over the handles. This is a work of art. That's a money burning monstrosity. I already don't like this git. I walk into the shop and shove my hands into my front pockets
"Hey Chibs," Holly says.
"Afternoon, Lass. How are ye?"
"Doing Well. Thanks, how about you?"
"Feeling like a new man today." I gear myself up to test the waters. Journee wanted a big bad biker boyfriend. That's what I'll give her. "Is she in the back?"
"Yeah, she's working on a back piece."
"I'll show myself back," I say holding up my hand. I walk into the back and find a bulky body sprawled out face down on the black leather seat. Is this lad pumped up on roids? His muscles jerk as she fills in his piece. She sits up and rolls her wrist.
"How are you doing, Brandon?"
"Good down here, sweetness."
"Sweetness? Don't think I appreciate you talking to my lady like that," I drawl.
Journee peers up at me and grins.
"Chibs." She breathes my name, and I walk over and cup the back of her neck. I bend down and peck her lips softly. Sparks travel through my body, and my heart pounds on my chest. Her lips form an O, and she blinks up at me. "Afternoon, lass."
"Hi, baby," she whispers.
The words are music to my ears, and the glaze covering her brown eyes, tell me she felt it too. I caress her petal soft skin with my thumb.
"This is your boyfriend?" Brandon asks lifting up from the table.
"Yeap, this is my old man, Chibs."
Brandon opens his mouth to comment. I wrap my hand around the side of her throat and narrow my gaze daring him to open his mouth so I can deliver him a knuckle sandwich.
"Didn't realize you were taken."
"Ack, have you not seen her boyo? Of course, she is."
"Yeah," he says glumly.
"Just wanted to stop in and say hi since I was in town, love. We still on for tonight?"
"Yes."
"Good, wear that pink dress I like." I kiss her forehead and wink. "Am I right in saying you'll be behaving yourself from now on, or do we need to step outside?" I ask. He's got a bulky oafish look about him. He has age and weight on his side, but I've got skill and speed.
"Did I mention my man's been boxing for years?" Journee drawls.
"No, you didn't," Brandon mumbles. "I don't want any trouble with you. I get it. She's taken. I just want to get my tat finished."
"See that you stick to your word, or we'll be meeting again under less friendly circumstances."
He grunts and lays down on the table, burying his head in the sand like an ostrich.
"Thank you." Journee mouths.
Anytime love. I mouth back, wishing the ruse were true. I'm working on it.
"Where are you taking me tonight, lover? You never said?" She asks saucily.
I should tan your hide for playing with a man's emotions like that.
"You'll jus have to wait and find out. I'll pick ye up about eight. Better get back to work so you're done." I tap her nose and walk off leaving her wondering. She hates waiting on surprises.
I wrangle a truck from the garage and fill it with plaid blankets and a few pillows I buy from the local home good store. My Journee is a bit of a naturalist. She likes the outdoors, home cooked food, natural clothes, and hair. I want tonight to be light-hearted but memorial. I know she loves looking at the night sky, so I figure a bit of star gazing is perfect. I have a thermos of Ginger tea and Heritage shortbread. Two of her favorites.
My palms are clammy. Fuck, give me a gun and order me to shoot an enemy any time and my hand will be steady, and my heart won't race. This romance shite, has me out of my depth. I'm too old to be asking anyone to go steady. But she's no clue things have changed for me. I grip the wheel like a lifeline as I deliver a shoddy mental pep talk. I arrive at her house with my heart in my throat. She comes out onto the porch in the pink dress with the low cut v shape that shows off the smooth skin between her breasts and flower patterns. I hop down from the truck and accept her hug. She leans back and peers over my shoulder.
"You brought a truck?"
"Gonna need it where we're going. Lock up and we'll go."
She does as I ask, and I escort her to the passenger side.
"You're being awfully sweet to me Chibs. Do you have bad news you're trying to soften the blow for?"
"What? I don't treat ye well on a regular basis."
"You do, but not like this."
"You're a smart girl. I think you can figure it out," I say as she climbs into the truck and I close the door behind her.
Inside the car, I crank up the Ramones and pull onto the road.
"Still no clues?" She asks.
I chuckle. "No. Ye'll find out soon enough."
"You know how I feel about surprises Chibs."
"Yes, impatient."
She huffs. "You're cute when you're mad, lass."
"Filip."
I smirk but keep my mouth shut. As we drive out of Charming toward the desert, she rolls down the window. The wind catches her dark hair, and the moonlight coming into the car turns her into an ethereal beauty. We turn off the main road and onto a dirt one.
"If anyone else tried to take me out to the middle of nowhere I'd be worried," she says.
We reach the spot Juicy found online, and I park.
"We're here Lennan."
"Where you buried your last body with Hap?" she asks sassily.
I give a dry laugh. "No, where we can see the stars."
She gaps. "Filip, are you serious?"
"Aye. The one good thing me Da taught me before he disappeared was how to read the skies." I don't like talking about the spineless sperm donor who couldn't hack it. I always thought my sister was lucky. She was too young to remember him. He left when I was nine. I remember everything he ever said or did. It got bad that last year between him and Ma. The words escalated to fists, and I was forced to step in. It was the first of many acts as a man I'd perform for my family. I lower the truck bed and help her climb in. I follow, and we lay side by side.
"I brought ginger tea, and shortbread, the good ones."
"You're sharing from your secret stash?"
"Aye.
I feel her gaze on me, but I don't dare turn toward her.
"It's pretty clear out. We should see a lot tonight."
She wiggled to get comfortable and rests her head against my shoulder.
"Show me?"
"Aye, if you look up just to the right," I say as I point. "You can make out what looks like a tail that curls around."
"I see it."
"That's Scorpius."
I continue to point out constellations as she burrows into me.
"Chibs?" she whispers.
'Yes, love?"
"I- Is something happening?"
I turn my head. She's mere inches away.
"I'd like it to. Would you?"
"Yes. God, yes."
"Are you sure—
Her lips pressed against mine silence the protest. I bring my hand up to frame her face and lose myself in the sweetness of her mouth. We part and I know my life is never going to be the same.
"So, we're doing this?"
"I think so," She whispers. I can hear the fear and anxiety in her voice.
"I will never hurt you, lennan. I know your past and you keen mine. We'll take it slow and build us up strong."
"I have to tell you something. It might make you change your mind."
"Nothing could do that."
"I've never had sex before."
Her words steal my breath. My beautiful woman is completely untouched.
"Chibs?"
"I'm sorry love. It's a bit of a shock. I won't deem myself worthy of such a treasure, but I'm a sick bastard who likes that no ones had ye. I'm going to be yer first and only when you're ready." It's a promise that goes both ways as I silence the inner demons telling me I'm not fit to lick her boots.
