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Translation

Lennan ~ Sweetheart

MoChroi~ My heart

Mo Astor~ My Treasure

Chapter Eight

LEE

"Son of a bitch," I growl as the new email from another dummy account arrives in my inbox.

Once I shut the hacking douche down and ignored him, he'd taken to using new email addresses to harass me.

"What's up?" Jax says from behind me.

"That little fucker who claimed to be from the IRS is having a hissy fit."

"What's he doing?" The smile leaves Jax's face as he leans over the computer screen.

"Basically letting me know he's not done," I say with a huff.

"You can't escape me…. What the fuck Lee?"

"Probably some pimple faced thirteen-year-old with too much time on his hand, getting hard and jacking off at the computer screen over this power trip he's on."

"You sure about that?"

"Only serious ex I have is Kick, Jax. He's not the hacker type. If he wanted to re-kindle shit, he'd just show up and say so."

"And you'd say yes, just like that?" He scowls.

"We parted on good terms. He wanted to be on the road as a Nomad, and I wasn't willing to be at home waiting for a call, good or bad. So we decided we'd take an extended break."

"And now?" he asks.

I shrug. "He hasn't called yet, and I haven't found a replacement, so we're in limbo. Why are you so worried about it?" I snap. Jax always has an ulterior motive.

He shrugs. "Doesn't seem like you to be waiting on a man."

"Good, cause I'm not. You're in a shitty mood." I wrinkle my nose and narrow my gaze as I study the displeasure painted on his face.

"Of course I am. You're just now telling me some hacker is fucking with you."

"Jax, it's not a big deal-."

"You don't know that," he says pointing to me. "Juice," he yells.

I cringe as he tries to shatter my eardrums.

The mow-hawked man appears a few moments later. "Yeah?"

"Need you in here to work your magic. Lee has some shit going on in the office. I'll take over the car for you."

"Alright, let me wash my hands and get my laptop," Juice says.

I roll my eyes, lean back in my seat, and blow the strands of hair away from my face. It's going to be a long ass day here.

"You want to tell me what happened?" Juice asks from the doorway.

"Nothing. This guy tried to hit me up with the old IRS Scam."

"On the phone, or on the computer?"

"Over the computer only, so far."

Juice nods and moves a rolling chair beside me. "And you called him out on it."

"I did. He looked pretty legit, but things were off."

"So what did you do?"

"Ignored him at first. But he refused to give up, so I blocked his ass."

Juice snickers. "Nice. Then?"

"He started hitting me up from different emails."

"I don't like this, sounds like he has some decent hacking skills. Can you pull up everything you still have?"

"I've been deleting them as soon as I get them."

"Good. Did any upload a picture or send you directly to a website?"

I frown. "No, why?"

"That's how a lot of people send Trojans or malware through."

"Jesus Christ."

"We're going to get this all squared away, but you'll have to be hyper aware of every email you get from now on. It's possible to send an email that's set up to look like it's from a friend and the minute you open it your shit's compromised."

My stomach aches.

"Why do you think he's targeting TM. Do you think he knows what we do?" I whisper.

He shakes his head. "Nah, probably just the luck of the draw. I'll scan the place for bugs and what not, but we control the traffic coming in and out of here. No way anyone would get in and be here alone long enough to plant something."

"I hope your right, Juicy."

"Relax, I got you covered." He flashes me a grin, and for the first time, I seem him in his element.

"Pull up the emails for me, please."

I do as he asks and scoot back to let him work. His fingers fly over the keys. His face is set in a serious expression, and he's one-hundred percent focused on his task. I can't help but feel proud of the kid. He's not much younger than me, but he feels like he should be. Juicy is everyone's little brother. I think even more than the hacking, his gift to the club is a light-heartedness that's been sorely lacking since Kyle's betrayal lead to Opie's imprisonment. It was a blow in so many ways. It had such a trickle-down effect.

Like with Jax he became more reckless and more possessive. I don't think Journee and I did anything alone for the next six months. A part of me thinks he blames himself for not seeing what was going on with her and Kyle. I can relate. I felt the same. It was nice reconnecting with him, but I never wanted it to be under those circumstances.

"Okay, so here's what we're going to do. I'm adding a special email scanning program. We'll let all the email in, but we have control over who we block. So once you see him hitting up, you can shut him down. He'll get tired of it eventually. They always do. That's when we need to be wary of the sneak attack I told you about earlier."

"The ones that look they come from friends?"

"Yeah. I'm going to upgrade the software on this, so the chances are slim it'll slip through, but hackers are getting more savvy every day, and the technology can't keep up with the rate of change."

Rate of change? Who is this kid, and what did he do with Juice Ortiz?

"How long will that take. Not too long. You don't have a lot clogging up the computer. Maybe an hour tops."

"And then he'll be gone."

"On his way out the door."

I nod my head. "An hour is well worth the wait for that."

"Once I get the process going I'll be out of your hair. I'm going to do some sweeps for bugs, just to be on the safe side. Have you noticed any strangers around lately?"

"Only the strange pussy."

He chuckles. "Other than that."

"No, why? "I ask, concerned.

"Depending on why this guy is targeting you the next step could be Social Engineering."

"Catfishing?"

"Kind of, but in person. He or she presents themselves in a public place in a position of power. Like he'd come in and act as an IRS Agent."

"Jesus."

"It's a long shot, but I need to be prepared for all scenarios."

"Juice, do not tell Jax that."

"What?"

"That Social Engineering bullshit. I am not about to have a prospect up my ass and someone watching my every move."

"I have to."

"No, you don't. Look if anything else odd happens, I'll speak up."

He frowns and shakes his head. "Please Juicy for me."

"Don't feel right."

"At least think on it?"

He nods. "Yeah, I can do that."

Fuck. The day is getting worse by the second.

I pull out my phone and text the one person who'd know how to get to him.

How do I con Juicy? ~L

Why do you need to know? ~ J

I'll explain when he's not sitting here! ~L

Lol. Tell him you'll get him the new Xbox 360 &Call of Duty~ J

That shits expensive! ~

I already have it for him. ~ J

I smile at that. He's been a sort of additional prize for her since she and Chibs made things official. Juice follows the man around like a son and her around like a lost puppy dog. Of course, she'd be treating him to shit.

Thanks you just saved my ass… again~ L

Lol, what are besties for? ~J

"If you keep it to yourself a new Xbox 360 and Call of Duty will be waiting for you at your room in Journee's house."

"Seriously?" he asks excited.

"Yeap and all you have to do is leave out one minor detail."

He sighs. "Still not right."

"Juice, I swear to you, nothing else odd's happened. Not even a wrong number calling me."

"I'll tell him he needs to watch out for any strangers around the business or you and Journee, but I won't talk about the Social Engineering. And you need to tell me if anything more happens."

"Deal."

He nods, pleased with himself and I exhale slowly. Jax doesn't need the stress on top of everything that's happening, and neither do I, honestly.

"Do you need me here while you do any of this?" I ask suddenly ready for lunch and space from TM.

"Nope."

"Alright, I'm taking my lunch break Juicy boy."

He nods already back in the Matrix. I snicker and walk outside.

"Where you headed?" Jax calls.

"Gonna kidnap Journee and go for lunch," I call back mentally counting to ten so I don't blow up.

"I want to go too," Tig says.

I roll my eyes.

"They don't need you ruining their girl time," Chibs drawls.

"Spoken like a jealous boyfriend," Tig huffs.

"Sorry Tiggy we got to go Tampon shopping and get facials, ya know girly shit."

Tig rolls his eyes and returns to his car.

"Tell Mo astor, I said hello," Chibs says.

"Like you haven't texted her a million times already today?" I tease.

Chibs flashes a sheepish grin that tells me I guessed correctly.

"Bring me back something?" Jax asks.

"Yeah I got you," I say eager to get out of the building and spill to my friend. I might pick and choose what I tell Jax, but Journee gets it all uncensored. It keeps us both sane and honest. Sometimes you can lie to yourself.

I get into the car, turn the engine, and call Journee.

"Please tell me you have time for lunch today."

"Just finished up with a client. What's going on that you had to bribe my boy, Juicy?"

The affection in her tone makes me giggle. I feel like I'm getting a glimpse at a Mama bear.

"That ass hat who was pretending to be the IRS is still at it."

"Ugh."

"I know. I think the fucker has a death wish. Jax caught me about to delete the latest email, called Juice in, and he went all Hackers Neo style. "

"Is the problem taken care of?"

"He thinks so, but there's like a one percent chance it might escalate."

"Jesus, did he tell Jax that?"

"No, that's where the bribery came in."

She laughs. "I don't blame you, he can be a bit… over the top at times."

"That's a fucking understatement, Nee."

"I know. I was trying to be nice."

"Don't, that little shit has driven us insane with this our entire lives."

"It's true, but only because he loves us. Look who he's the spawn of. They don't do healthy love."

"Shit, you're not lying there," I say as I pull out of the lot. "See you in ten, babe."

As I pull away the looming sense of doom and irritation, melt away. I love the club, but it comes with a lot of baggage. Some days the load is just too heavy to carry. I'm going to pick my best friend up for lunch have a few drinks, talk about everything but what's going on with this computer bullshit and enjoy myself.

I pull into the parking lot and pop the first couple of buttons on my blouse. Everything about this day from the muggy heat to the situation I'm in are stifling. I power to walk into the shop. I blink as I adjust to the dimmer light and fix my gaze on Journee whose sitting on the edge of the desk talking to Holly.

"Please tell me something good."

"GB party is happening tonight. You're invited if you want to come."

I grin. "That sounds amazing." There's a certain amount of pressure that comes from being the kid of a first nine. I'm expected to always put the club first, carry myself in a way that represents them well, and be the perfect old lady material. Most of that last part was Gemma, but as the Queen, her desires are damn near law, at least to us women. It's why I love escaping to the Grim Bastards territory. It's the same feel, without that heavy weight pressing down on me

"It's a patch in party. It'll be wild, but you know the rents always want me to come through."

I nod. She's not the President's daughter, but since he doesn't have kids at all, she's the closest they have to an MC Princess, and they treat her as such.

"You going to give your blessing?"

She rolls her eyes. "It's Creeper who I happen to adore, so yeah, I'll pat his head and tell him good job."

I giggle. "Are you bringing Chibs?"

She bites her bottom lip. "I've been thinking about that. I'll ask him if he wants to go, but I don't want him to feel forced into it. I know GB aren't his set."

I frown. "I figured you'd be ready to show him off."

"Oh, I am. But … you know sometimes guys aren't into that. Hanging with another crew."

She's dodging me. I want to press her on it, but I know if she wants to talk about it she will, so I leave it alone.

"I don't think there's much of anything Chibs wouldn't love to do for you, or to you for that matter."

She giggles and I roll my eyes.

"Alright Holly, I'm gone for the rest of the day. If there's an emergency, hit me up."

"Will do, Boss."

Journee hops from the desk.

"Speaking of, has he hit that tight little pussy of yours yet?"

"You're a scandalous naughty bitch aren't you?" Journee teases.

"You already knew this. Well?"

"Come on, you know I'd have called you the minute we were done."

"What's he waiting on?" I ask confused.

"It's my fault really. He…You know after Kyle, he's so careful of me and always checking to make sure I'm into it and okay. It's sweet and infuriating at the same time."

"So maybe you should show him how ready you are."

"Are you nuts? He has so much more experience than me. What if I fucking suck?" The fear in her brown eyes is all too real. I want to cut Kyle's nuts off for the millionth time.

"Babe, trust me when I say you couldn't if you tried to. I think we need to spend lunch at the mall shopping for something hot to wear tonight. Let me school you," I say with a wink as I wrap my arm around her waist.

Journee

I feel like a little kid as I follow Lee into Tm. It's odd feeling displaced here. I spent so much of my childhood split between here and GB's headquarters. In the end, I choose to place roots in charming because I wanted freedom. It was damn near impossible to date, relax, and figure out who I was with a prospect scared shitless of my father always breathing down my neck, and all the eyes of my pseudo Uncles on me.

"LIPS."

Tig jogs toward me and lifts me off the ground in a bear hug. I giggle as my apprehension abandons me.

"Hi, Tiggy."

"Oi, put ma woman down and get back ta work," Chibs says.

"So selfish," Tig mutters as he places me down and pecks my cheek.

"Lennan, I didn't know ye were coming by." The sweet smile on Chibs face melts me from the inside out.

"I needed to ask you something and figured I'd do it in person."

"I'm taking a smoke break," He calls as he wraps an arm around my waist and steers me out of the shop.

"What's going on, love?" he asks as he lights up a cigarette.

"There's a patch over party going on at Grim Bastards, and I need to be there, sort of a mandatory thing."

"Aye, so what time are we going over tonight?"

I blink. "Wait. You want to go?" I ask shocked. Kyle always avoided anything to do with the Grim Bastards like the plague.

"Aye, do ye not want me to."

"No, I do. It's just…I don't want you to feel obligated."

"You're my woman. I go where you go." He cups the side of my face, and his warmth makes me shiver. I close my eyes basking in the simplicity of the very complicated man beside me. He's always said exactly what he means and never given me a reason to doubt him.

"Journee?"

I cover his hand with my own. "I'm fine. just glad you're mine."

He places a gentle kiss on my forehead. "The feelings mutual, love."

I peer up and find myself lost in an ocean of brown. He holds out his cigarette and brings his lips down to mine. I'm a woman starved. Ravenous, I trace his lips before I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and nibble. He groans and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He's smoke, mint, and man. The heady combination makes me legs weak. I clutch his cut. He pulls my body flush to his and deepens our tongue tangle. When we part my lungs are burning and my pussy is wet. I whimper and Chibs growls.

"Dunna do that love. Ye'll make me drag you back to my dorm room." I swallow down the urge to beg him to do just that.

"Filip."

His eyes focus on me. I'm using his given name, so he knows what I'm about to say is serious. "Why haven't you made me yours yet?"

He gasps. "Lennan…. I promise yew. It'll all make sense soon. Just wait a little longer for me, yeah?"

I tilt my head to look up at him. "Okay."

He kisses me until I melt against him. "Ye won't regret it, love. I promise you that."

"I trust you, Mo Chroi."

I rest my head against his chest and listen to his steady heart beat as he finishes his cigarette and keeps his arm wrapped around me, holding me to him. He throws his butt down and stubs it out with the toe of his boot.

"Gotta get back to work soon, love."

I sigh. "I know. I need to go prep for tonight."

He lifts his eyebrows and I laugh. I'm not one to be high maintenance, but tonight I'll be putting on a show.

"You'll see why I spend so much time over here tonight. Club politics and duty get old." He buries his fingers in my hair and massages my scalp as I moan and my muscles turn to jelly.

"Ye let me know whatever you need from me?"

"Just you."

His lips curl up into a wide grin and I can't resist leaning and tracing his scars with the tip of my tongue. He tenses.

"Every part of you is heartbreakingly beautiful, Filip."

"Never letting you go, love."

"Counting on that, Filip. More than you know." I tuck myself under his arm and we walk back into Tm where we're awarded with Catcalls and whistles.

I laugh and shake my head.

"Back to work with ye." Chibs barks as they return to working on their cars. He kisses my forehead. "I'll see you at home after I finish and wash off the day."

I nod my head and go to make my rounds around the garage. I finally get to Jax who's working on a bike.

"Jay boy, I need a favor."

"What's up, baby J?" he asks easily returning the childhood nickname.

"Go with us tonight to GB for a patch over party?"

"You need me to give Lee a ride?" he asks with a sly smirk.

"No, but you know you want to," I say with a wink as I pat his cheek and walk away. Let him stew on that shit for a few minutes.

I pause at the car Juice is under and nudge his leg. He pushes out from under the car and grins.

"Hey, Journee."

He gets to his feet and I kiss his cheek. "Chibs and I won't be home tonight. I have something going on with the GB, but I'll leave you dinner." I'd taken him under my wing. The kid had a vulnerability about him that cried out for guidance and familial love. People had different reasons for joining an MC, but Juicy's was so clear to see.

"Okay. Thanks for the heads up," he says.

I nod my head and make my way out of the garage with a wave to Lee who's back in the office. She'll come over when she's done so we can pretty ourselves.

I study myself in the mirror wondering what Chibs will think of my look. I'm wearing skin tight leather pants with double sets of zippers on each side and a sheer black shirt over a black bra. I'll add a matching jacket for the ride, but it'll be off the minute we step into the club that'll be wall to wall people. The only concession to my every day personality are my Black and white converse.

I wonder what Chibs will think of this version of me. Lee helped me press out and curl my hair. My make-up is heavier than I normally do. I feel like I have to arm myself when I go to these events. All eyes are on me, and there's always some ladder climber trying to take me down a peg to gain some sort of clout. I inhale and push away from the dresser when I hear motorcycles in the driveway.

"The boys are here," Lee calls in sing-song voice. I can taste her excitement. She's been working too hard, playing the third party for Wendy and Jax and burning the candles at both ends. Dealing with this new bullshit isn't helping. It's time for her to let loose and have a good time. Jax is perfect for that.

I walk out and admire the fit of her tight distressed, faded blue jeans and the pink tank top that shows off the swell of her breasts and makes her tan skin luminous. I lick my lips and move over to run my fingers down her arms. "You look fucking hot," I say.

"I can say the same thing for you, babe," she says. The door opens, and she slaps my ass. "Go get him sexy."

I freeze as Chibs steps through the door. He looks up and stops dead in his tracks, eyes wide. His breathing quickens and I try not to wring my hands.

"Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph, I'm not letting you out of my fucking sight tonight," he growls, and stalks to me. He buries his fingers in my hair and tugs. "This isna permanent is it?"

I shake my head no. "Good. You're fucking gorgeous, but I love my Journee even more, ya keen?"

Tears well in my eyes and I nod. He runs his fingers over the sheer material sending heat spiraling through my body.

"I'm gonna have to wife ye," he whispers in my ear. I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him tight. "Would you like that me girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper back. His hands slide down to cup my ass. "I'm gonna have to clean up nice tonight to be worthy of such beauty."

"You already are," I croak. He releases me and steps back.

"I'll be ready in twenty minutes. I gotta change, Jackie boy," he says.

"Damn that was intense," Jax says making me laugh.

I turn around to catch him eyeing Lee.

"You girls look good tonight," he says.

I mentally roll my eyes as he undresses Lee with his eyes. Those two always had a weird energy between them. I wish they'd act on it or get over it.

When Chibs emerges, it's my turn to drool. He's wearing a pair of designer dark denim pants and a black button-down he's rolled up at the cuff under his cut. His prayer beads stand out, and my fingers itch to roll them. His hair is slicked back and gently curling where it's growing out. I'd mentioned once I liked it longer, and he hadn't touched it since.

"Do I meet your approval Missus?" he asks playfully.

"Always. Jesus, you're going to make me fight some stupid bitch tonight."

His eyes widen and Lee and Jax laugh.

"Meet my sister, the little bastard," Jax drawls.

"Okay, little prince," I retort. "We should go, so I can give my congrats to Creeper before he's too plastered to care."

"Like they'll patch him without you there beside, Sugar," Jax says.

"Let's get ye to yer family then, aye?" Chibs asks as he wraps an arm around me and grabs my purse off the couch.

I clutch Chibs waist tight as the bike eats up the blacktop. I can't forget his roughly whispered words. I'm going to have to wife you. What would it be like to be Mrs. Telford? It's more than I dare dream about. Given his past, I know we may never take that final step. I'm okay with some day wearing his crow and bearing his children. I know he's hinted at more, but I fail to see how I could change his entire outlook. I'll take whatever parts of him I can get. Because no man has ever loved me so well. We pull up into the club parking lot, and I can't keep the grin off my face. I'm home with my man. I hop off the bike so he can back it into a space and the hum of excitement begins to permeate my body.

We make our way inside, and a roar goes up.

"Baby girl's in the house! Journee!"

I laugh as I find myself embraced and passed around from member to member until I reach Creeper. The young Half black/ half Hispanic is everything Juice isn't. Tough, street-smart, and ruthless when necessary, he's a great addition. I give him a huge hug.

"Welcome to the family," I say.

He kisses my cheek. "Thanks, Journee."

"Now we got ourselves a patch in!" GB's Prez, T.O says.

I can hear Lee being greeted behind me, and it makes me smile. We're blessed to have two homes.

I move to hug my Dad and Mom with Chibs just behind me the entire time offering his silent support.

"And who's this?" My mother teases knowing damn well who Chibs is. She's asking me what he is to me.

I turn to look at Chibs. "This is—

"Her Old man," he says publically claiming me. My jaw drops, and I see my father nod, a look of understanding pass between them.

"We have even more to celebrate then," My mom exclaims pulling me into a massive hug. "Welcome to the family, Chibs," Mom says to him.

"Thank ye. I'm lucky to be here." I peer over my shoulder, and he gives me a wink that makes me laugh.

We stand back as Creeper is given his cut, and the alcohol begins to flow. The bass pounding in the room makes me move my hips. I glance over at Lee who nods her head.

"Shots, then dancing?" I yell over the noise.

"Yes."

I look up to Chibs. "If that's what ye want. It's your night, love," he whispers in my ear. His facial hair tickles my neck, and I sigh. I'm so in love with this man it is sickening.

"Let's do it," I yell to Lee.

Chibs and Jax make a path for us to the bar and lift us up to sit on the counter. The bartender, Stacey comes over.

"Hey hon, how've you been?"

"Good, Stacy, can we get…. Six shots of Tequila, one of Jamison and one of Jack?"

"Coming up."

Three shots later, Lee and I are on the floor grinding to the music coming from the speakers. The heat of Chibs eyes is a burning weight I can't help but want to show off for. I twist my hips back and forth and shimmy my way up and down Lee's body.

"Fuck. You're going to make me come on the floor," she hisses.

I chuckle. "We can do it together."

"Tease," she says.

"No, but we can be. Want to have some fun?" I ask tilting my head.

"Does Journee want to play?" she purrs.

I nod my head. Here I'm in my element. Nothing can touch me in the middle of the GB clubhouse.

"I'll follow your lead." I turn to meet Chibs gaze and crook my finger. He arches an eyebrow, and I nod. He pushes away from the bar, and I know as Jax follows, Lee is beckoning him as well. Maybe I won't be the only one who gets some clarity tonight. The minute he reaches me he spins me around and plasters the back of my body to his front. An electrical current goes through me, and I close my eyes as I move my hips to the beat. His cock presses against me, and I hiss as my breath stutters in my chest as he grinds back and takes me closer to the floor. I wrap my arm around his neck and bury my fingers into his thick hair. He nips my neck, and I moan. I lift my heavy lids and smirk at the sight of Lee's leg high on Jax's thigh as he all but fucks her through her clothes.

Chibs slips his hands up my rib cage, and I shiver. The song changes to something slow, and he spins me around pulling me to him. Our lips are drawn together like magnets as One in a Million by Aaliyah plays in the background. I'm gone, completely lost in the scent, smell, and feel of the man grinding against me.

"I love you, Filip." I breathe as we break for air.

"I love ye too, Journee. Never thought I'd be happy like this again," he whispers. There's no one else in existence at this moment.

"Be my old lady and wear my crow?"

"Yes," I whisper without hesitation.

He gives me a grin and lifts me in the air as I laugh.

"My life. You made me the happiest man in the world."

As the song ends, we make or way to the bar for more drinks.

"I saw you out there, playa. You got moves," T.O. says.

"Ye Americans think you invented grinding eh? Never been to Glasgow I'd wager?"

I laugh at the pride audible in his tone and visible in his face.

"He kept up with or girl, that's for sure," Jax says appearing with his arm around Lee's shoulder.

"Damn, you paired up too?" T.O. asks.

"What? No. I'm still single," Lee says.

The flicker behind Jax's blues, make me wonder how long that statement will remain true.

"What can I get you, lass?" Chibs asks me.

I grin up at him, completely enchanted by his care and consideration. "Another shot of Tequila."

"You're going to have me carrying you out of here before the night is over."

"Would you?"

"Aye. Another round of Tequila," he says to Stacey.
The rest of the night is a blur of alcohol, laughter, lips, grinding bodies, and heavily accented words whispered in my ear.