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Mo Astor Chapter 15
Chibs
I'm starting to get antsy as fuck. The wedding is coming on fast, Sugar and Gem are losing their minds, and taking Journee for a trip down crazy lane with them. To top it all off, I'm worried about Jimmy. He knows I'm getting married, and that bastard has always done whatever it takes to keep me miserable. I've been having me prospect, Sac, check-in on her. Not that she needs it surrounded by all the prospects from GB and Sons who are doing their Queen Bees bidding.
"What's a matta Chibby? You gettin cold feet? 'Cause I could take Lips off your hands."
"Over me dead body," I growl at Tig who chuckles.
"So what gives, Scottie?" Tig asked around the cigarette dangling out of his mouth.
I look at my best friend and decide to come clean.
"I'm worried about me old lady."
He narrows his eyes. "What's wrong with our wifey?"
I smirk at his adaptation. Anyone else I'd cut their balls off, but Tig is Tig, and I speak his language. He's pledging to protect her as his own with that one word.
"Other than being driven crazy by Old ladies trying to plan everything down to the last detail. I'm worried about me past catching up to her." I run my finger over one of my scars. "I don't think I was ever meant to move forward and find happiness. Now that I am, I'm wondering if he'll be coming back for round two."
"Just let that Irish bastard show his face here."
"Nice thought brother but we both know it's more complicated than that," I say sighing as I run my fingers through my hair.
"We take care of our own, Chibby, and even before you put your last name behind hers, Journee was one of ours."
"Aye, she was," I agree thinking back over the years. My woman lit up a room with her very presence, and she'd always been a welcome addition to the clubhouse. Looking back we were always on a train headed here. I light a cigarette and think back to the first time I felt the killing rage that only comes with the one you love being in danger. I'd always known I loved her, but this was the moment I questioned if I was in love with her
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6 years prior
The ear-splitting wolf whistle drew my attention to Opie.
"Need a medic for Journee."
"What?" I leave my whiskey at the bar and jog over with my heart in my throat, and my belly in my boots. "Tell me everything."
Jax holds a finger to his lip as he talks on the phone. "What's wrong with Baby J, Lee?" he pauses. "She's feeling funny and talking like she's high. Her skin is hot to the touch."
"Son of a bitch," I whisper. Someone's drugged, my sweet girl. "Tell Lee to keep her drinking water and try to cool down her core. How long ago did she start acting funny?"
"Did you hear Chibs? She says about five minutes."
"It takes it a while to set in. We've got about twenty minutes before she's lights out. Fuck me."
"Where is she?" Opie asks.
Adrenaline fuels me.
"Juice get the keys to the van and get your ass ready to go." I tell our prospect.
"Yes, Sir." He jumps up, and I spit on the floor. When I get my hands on the fucker who did this, he'll be wishing he picked someone else.
"Stay in the bathroom and don't open it until we get there," Jax says. I vaguely register his direction as the red hot rage consumes me. Someone thought it was okay to violate my Journee. I grind my teeth and run for the door behind Opie and Jax with Juice trailing behind me. We'll make it on our bikes faster than we could with the van. Which means the prospect will have to take my bike back, but I could care less. The only thing I want to do is get her in my arms and make sure she's safe. The meds can make her temp spike depending on what they've given her.
For the first time in years being on the bike does nothing to soothe my soul. The wind doesn't cool my anger, and the rhythm of the tires on the road don't bring me down to being calm. It takes a lot to tip me over the edge these years, but right now there's no turning back. I need violence and blood to release what's been built up. We pull in front of the Frat house where people are spilling out the front doors and passed out on the lawns. These boys woke a sleeping dragon, and if they try to stop us, they'll all taste the fire as the Sons rain down hell.
We leave our bikes in front of the door, daring anyone we glare at to touch them. Blood drains from their round faces, turning them pale as they step back, parting like the red sea as that thing called self-preservation kicks in. My knuckles are itching to connect with flesh as I spit on the concrete as we walk onto the porch.
"What the fuck!" The entitled prick picked the wrong time to get brave. I pull back my fist and put the weight of my body behind the punch. He goes down like a ton of bricks.
"Anyone else wanna join em?" I yell over the music. The vigorous head shakes as the crowd widens pleases me. I watch as a group of four rush up to meet us.
"Look we don't want any problems. We'll call the campus authority if we need to."
Jax laughs. "You hear that boys? He doesn't want any problems. Then maybe you shouldn't be slipping shit into people's drinks. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either way, we're going up those stairs right now."
The mental clock in my head is ticking down. "WE don't have time for this shite."
"Op."
Opie steps up and the three shrink back.
"Just go-go get whoever you came here for and leave."
"Thought so," Jax drawls as we hit the stairs.
Jax pounds on the door. "Lee it's us."
She opens the door, and I rush past her kneeling in front of Journee.
"Filip," She whispers. My given name tells me how bad she must be feeling. "Aye love, just going to take your pulse and feel your head, yeah?" I drink in the sight of her face. She's unharmed physically, but her brown eyes are dilated. I know every shade and speck. There's too much black showing. I touch her forehead and her chest. The soft, heated flesh sends a jolt of something I don't have time to examine running through me.
"Oh, you're hot, love."
"You're sexy too," She says with a giggle.
"Thank you lovey," I say as I hold up a finger. "Follow my finger?" She does so sluggishly, but successfully. "What happened?"
She hiccupped. "All of a sudden I didn't feel so well, but I didn't take a drink from anyone. I would never do-do that. I'm not stupid."
Her eyes glisten, and I pull her to me and cup the back of her head. She's straightened out the curls I loved so much and turned it to spun silk. "No, I know you wouldn't. Bastards probably put it on the cups. It doesn't take much."
"I'm so fucking stupid."
I want to rip someone apart for making her feel like this.
"Nay. It coulda happened to anyone. I'm gonna make it right, yeah?"
She nods her head, and I can practically feel her retreating further away.
"Up with you." I lift her into my arms pretending it's her wonky nervous system that requires me holding her when really it's to combat the fear I'm feeling. She wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder.
"You came for me."
"Aye, Lennan, and I always will." The truth of that statement, makes me realize how deep I'm in with the woman I'm holding in my arms.
"Love you," she says.
"And I you," I say softly as I place a kiss on her forehead. It's not unusual for use to exchange the words, but right now I'm meaning it more than I've a right to.
"You ready to go?"
"Aye. Best we get her out of here and to my place so I can monitor her. You did a good job keeping her temp down, Lee."
"Is she going to be okay?"
"Aye, I'll make sure of it."
I see the tension ease around her eyes.
"Let's go before the college Po Po roll in," Opie says.
"Anything we can do to help?" Jax asks.
"Find the fucker who did this, so we can figure out how to best treat her," I say.
She tightens her hold and nuzzles my neck. I tighten my grip wishing I could absorb her illness and make it all better now, versus the twenty-four hours I know it'll take. My girl hates not being in control, and this drug is going to rob he of that and her memory of most of the night after it hits her blood stream full force. The only solace I can give her is my constant presence. She knows I'd die before I'd let anything happen to her.
"Lee you know who did that?"
"This blonde guy in a white polo, he gave her an empty cup to fill by the keg."
"Then let's go find that ass hole," Jax says.
"I'm gonna get her to the van and away from the crowd. See if you can get him to name the drug."
I carry her down the stairs and out the door with Lee and Juicy trailing behind me.
"Juicy, you're going to have to take me bike back to the clubhouse. If you get so much as a scratch on her, I'm going to kill you."
"I-I won't."
"Good."
"C-chibby?" Journee says.
"Yes, lennan?"
"My tummy feels funny."
"Shite." I sprint to the bushes, set her onto her feet and hold onto her waist as I hold back her hair as she empties her stomach. "Let it all out."
My brothers return with bloodied knuckles.
"The asshole didn't even know. You believe that bullshit?" Jackie barks. He wraps his arms around Lee who leans into him. "How's she doing?" Opie asks sounding like the anxious older brother he is.
"It's a good thing she's getting rid of what she can. It must be the drugs 'cause she's not the type who can't hold her liquor."
"What do you want us to do?" Jax asks as he kisses Lee's head and gives her a squeeze.
"You take care of Lee, I'll take her back to me dorm and make sure she's okay tonight."
"Are you sure you don't need help?" Lee asks.
"No love, I think you've had a rough enough night. Let ole Chibs take care of her, yeah?"
She studies me with shrewd blue eyes before nodding.
"I'm so sorry," Journee whimpers.
"Oh love, no." I cup her face and kiss her forehead. "Ye've nothing to be sorry for. I promise I'll be returning the favor next time I'm wasted. Yeah? We'll be even."
She gives a broken laugh. "It'd take an ocean of whiskey to make you sick."
"Then I'll drink that."
"Stop. I can't laugh right now."
I scoop her up. "We're off Jackie boy. Lee." I salute them and rush to the van where I settle her in the seat we've laid back.
"No."
"No?" I ask.
"Don't wanna be so far away from you."
"Okay, front seat it is," I say quickly settling her. As I pull out of the drive with the boys bringing up the rear, I know I just might be fucked by this twenty-four-year-old fairy with impossibly plump lips, brown eyes, and more of my heart than I first thought.
"Earth to Chibs."
"Yeah?"
"You alright brother?"
"Yeah, just remembering why all of this stress is nothing in the scheme of things," I say with a smile.
"Look at you all sentimental and shit. Wifey sure has brought another side of you."
"That she has, Tiggy." One week and four days until I finally get to be inside my wife.
"Brother I got to ask this question. Where you two holding out on us and keeping it under wraps?"
"No. We just never got our shit together at the same time. I knew I wanted her when she hit twenty-five."
"What the fuck man?"
"It's complicated."
"I want to hear this."
"Do you remember when we those frat boy fucks drugged my Journee."
"Fuck, yeah I do. Rich fucks think they can do whatever they want."
"That's when I knew I was in trouble. I thought of her as mine and realized me little buddy who used to help me fix care and not be so lonely grew up, damn well."
Tig chuckled. "Amateur, I realized that shit when she hit eighteen, and her ass started to be really banging."
I clucked my tongue. "That's cause you got no boundaries."
"Oh, I do. They're few, but there. So what happened?"
"I started drinking heavily and winding up in her bed."
"Wait, what?"
"No that way, platonic. Lord knows what I said. Juice would drive me over, or I'd start hitting the bottle at her place. I told myself I was tired of being alone. I told her the same thing."
"You mean to tell me you spent time in her bed and didn't do a damn thing?"
"She's not the type you start shit with unless you plan on finishing it, and I wasn't there yet."
"Brother, I would've been married with at least two kids by now if I was you."
I paused shocked. "You'd do the family thing again?"
"With the right woman? Yeah. It's not so much that I'd do it again as I'd do it right," Tig says.
"That would have to be one hell of a woman."
"Exactly why I'm not worried about it happening," Tig says with a laugh.
"The thought of baby Tigs is terrifying."
"Ain't it, though?" he asks with a laugh. "Back to your story."
"So my feelings start to change, and I realize my feelings ain't fading, and she's just as lonely as I am. So I make up me mind. I'm going to tell her how I feel and get my thoughts straight."
"Then what happened?"
"The club and its shitty timing. I got called away to Canada for a run for a month and a half, and when I came back she was seeing Kyle and happy, so I dropped it." I scowl as I think of the disaster that was her relationship and the near miss on her twenty-fifth birthday.
(Past 5 years or so ago)
Only for Journee would I bring my ass to the beach during the daytime hours. I feel ridiculous in a pair of black and gray board shorts and a white t-shirt, but she wanted to be by the ocean for her twenty-fifth birthday, and she invited me personally. The little brat always managed to get what she wanted out of me. I smile. We've grown ever closer since her incident at the frat house, and I'm all out of excuses for why I feel the way I do about her. She's twenty-five, its long enough past legal and not as far from my own age as I imagine. Tonight I'm going to lay it all on the line.
I sip my beer as I watch her emerge from the water in a gold bikini that makes me want to fall to my knees and worship her body. She's all long legs and curves. She shakes her hair out, and I lick my lips as she gives me a smile and walks toward me.
"You came."
"Aye. Couldn't miss your birthday, could I?"
She wraps her arms around me in a hug, and I bite back a moan as her wet body molds to mine. I run my hand up and down her back, wondering if the rest of her is this impossibly soft. I wind my fingers in her hair.
"You're hair's getting long."
"I know, I thought about cutting it."
"Don't, it looks good like this."
She tilts her head back. "For you. I'll leave it."
I smile down at her and study her full lips. My dick hardens, yielding to what my brain has stubbornly refused to acknowledge. Our lower bodies are pressed together, and I'm mentally thinking of cold water and puppies as I pray to the Virgin Mary she's not noticing my predicament.
"Lennan, I need to talk to you about something."
She bats her eyes. "Oh?"
"Do ye have a minute? I know it's your party."
"Filip, I always have time for you."
I tuck the strands of hair behind her ear.
"We've been hanging out a lot lately, and I—
"Chibs, boss man needs you," Tig calls.
Son of a bitch.
She sighs and pouts.
"Give me a minute love?"
She nods. "I'm just going to get some water."
I watch her lush ass and the sway of her hips as she walks away and curse the club and it' s neediness as I comply.
"What's up?"
"Need you to go on a run to Canada. We got ourselves an Irish Issue," Clay says over the phone.
Mary mother of Christ.
"When do I leave?"
"As soon as you can get back and pack," Clay says.
I grind my teeth. I can't cram a conversation like this into five minutes and then leave for God knows how long.
"Alright. I'll be leaving here after I say goodbye to the birthday girl," I mumble.
"Good man."
I hang up before the words in my head spill out of my mouth. I hunt her down and scowl at the newbie sniffing around my Journee. I don't like Kyle. He has a lack of authenticity about him.
"Oi, I have to go Lennan."
She pouts. "Why?"
"Got to go on a run. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but when I do we'll finish our conversation, yeah?"
She nods her head and gives me a long hug and a kiss. "Be safe?"
"Always am." I kiss her cheek and leave with a sour feeling in my stomach.
"Damn that fucker wasn't worthy to kiss the ground our wifey walked on," Tig said.
"No, he wasn't," I said as my mood turned dark. I wish I could hunt the bastard down and deliver his head on a platter as her wedding present.
"Sounds like you two are about as fairytale as it gets in our life."
"I like to think we're meant to be, keeps me from feeling like I'm stealing her youth away."
"Nah brother. Journee's the type of woman who knows who and what she wants. Always been that way. Hell if I recall she knew she wanted you at fifteen."
I throw my head back and laugh. He's not wrong. "Just a young girl with a crush on an older man with an accent."
"Be happy you had the edge with the charm. You weren't the only older man she had a crush on."
"Ack, ye never gonna let that go are ya?"
"Nope, it's too amusing to me," Tig said.
Wait until your time comes brother. I'll be rubbing shit in your face.
The trip down memory lane has me feeling sentimental, and I stop by a shop on my way home. Juice follows suite.
"Everything alright?" he asked tilting his head to the side.
"Aye. Just going to get your Ma some flowers to brighten her day," I say as he grins.
"That's a good idea. This wedding business has her stressed out." His brow furrows and I can see his feelings for her have changed. She's no longer the hot chic he has a crush on. There's something maternal in the way she deals with him. Seeing the two of them together makes my heart fill. I've always seen Juicy as a son. The boy needs a stern hand and some TLC. His mother wasn't a bad sort. She was just too busy working three jobs to survive, to make up for an absent father. It wasn't a new story, but it had left its mark on Juice.
"Aye. I'll be glad when it's all said and done."
"Will it…" He clears his throat. "Will it be okay if I stay over…after you guys tie the knot?"
"Are you kidding me?" I ask stunned that he thought things would change. "She'd murder me if she thought I pushed you out. We like having you there Juicy. It puts me mind at ease when I'm away, and I know she loves ye. You can stay as long as you'd like, yeah?" I said wanting to make sure he knew he had a home outside of the dorms.
He flashes the signature smile almost too big for his face and nods his head.
"Yeah, thanks, brother." We walk inside, and he clears his throat. "How about I cook tonight? Something my mom used to make?" I can hear the hesitance in his voice. He's searching for a family, and a place to belong outside the club.
"Your Ma has a real love for Spanish food. I think it's a great idea."
"Good. I'll round up the ingredients, and uh… Chibs?"
"Yeah?"
"I kind of like calling her Ma. Is that… too weird?"
I smile and rub the top of his head. "Nae. We're using yew for practice, so we don't screw up the wee ones when they come." I run my hand over his Mohawk and know there's not much I wouldn't do for this lad. He filled a spot that's been empty since I parted from my Kerrianne.
"I'll go get the beverages and meet you back here?"
"Sounds like a plan," he says as we part and I think of how my life is coming together in an unexpected way. I love the Sons. I'll always be loyal to them, but in some things, Family will come first because I know what it is to lose them. The club can't feel all those empty spaces. No amount of brother hood, booze, or cheap woman can do that. Not when it's a soul deficiency.
The brothers who forsake bonds and go all in the end up cold, old, and lonely. I think of Piney and his broken family. I can see the loneliness in his eyes from time to time. It used to feel like my future starring back at me. Not any longer.
Juice
I can't help but feel proud of myself as the enchiladas come out of the oven and Journee gives me a side hug.
"This look awesome Juicy."
"Thanks, Ma." I tense as I test the waters and she smiles and kisses my temple.
"I can't thank you enough for this. My work day was long and the pow wow with my mothers' during my lunch break made it worse. I mean really, two weddings is insane. I understand the reasoning behind it, but my God those women with unlimited funds and a vision is scarier than Happy on a killing spree.
I give a stilted laugh. "Only to you."
She laughs. "Hey you fall under my umbrella of protection now, he'll be nicer."
I shake my head. It's hard to believe the two of them are so close when they're literally night and day. He's the reaper personified, and she's sunshine.
"What can I do to help?"
"You can grab the pica de gallo I made and bring some sour cream to the table."
"Done," she says.
We head out to the table and Chibs gets up from the couch where he's been watching Futbol, known to Americans as soccer.
"This looks damn good, Juice. Nice job."
"Thanks. I don't get to cook too often, but I enjoy doing it. It reminds me of my Mami and my Abuela growing up. I was the only boy, so I got pulled in to learning with my sisters."
"Smart women, making sure you were self-sufficient," Journee says. Her praise means a lot. Being here has changed things for me. I was feeling lost within the club. I mean, Chibs is my boy, but he's one of the few who take me seriously. It's like I got my cut, but they still see me as a fucking prospect. I thought Half Sac would take some of that away, but I was wrong. But in this house, I'm a productive, valuable member of the family, and that's enough for me. I never wanted to be everything to everyone. I just wanted to mean something to the right few.
