Does anyone have a website where I can post the photos of the characters and outfits I will describing? I also would like a website for the not so PG chapters which come much much later.
CHAPTER FOUR
Coming back to awareness lying on a pool table in the middle of a room of angry sounding men would have horrified most people; to me it was like being in a comfortable pair of shoes.
"Shhh, she's waking up." I hear Gemma's soft tones from by my head, hoping that she's forgiven me for the way that I left, for not telling her that I could no longer see the vision of myself with her son that we'd both hoped for.
Opening my eyes I see she's sitting just to the right of me, absently tracing lines of metal recreated in ink. Meeting her eyes I'm glad that I don't see the anger I knew I deserve, but sadness and hope.
Clay's face appears just behind hers with Tig and Happy flanking him, anger in their eyes and murder in their expressions.
"Hey sleepy." Gemma's voice brings my attention back to her, something I'm half glad about and half terrified of. "Do you have a photo of the fuckwit who's going to become tree fertiliser if he shows up here?" She asks, in that same, very dangerous sounding, quiet voice.
I shake my head, both to get the cobwebs to completely vanish, but also because I don't have any photos of him. "No, but Cam is meant to be driving down with the rest of my stuff. There are photos of him in my albums and on my laptop. Unless he got to it first..." I trail off, suddenly scared that I could have thrown my friend to the wolf without even realising.
"I need a phone. Please. I have to make sure Cam's okay." I say suddenly panicked about my friend's safety. A phone appears in my hand seconds later and I'm dialling Cam's number before I've even registered who it came from. The Mohawked man standing to my side shrugs off my thanks as he walks over to the bar where Opie is sitting with Piney and another couple of people I don't know, but note from the lack of patches on their kuttes that they're prospects.
While it rings quietly in my ear Clay orders me to inform Cam to wait in Reno for an escort to Charming.
"Yellow." I hear from the phone in Cam's typical cherry voice.
I sign and start to relax, not realising that I still have yet to say anything till Cam's voice comes again "Look, creep I don't like heavy breathers, call an old folks home, give them a thrill."
"Shit, Cam, it's me!" I exclaim laughing.
"Oh, Sarah. Thank fuck, we were starting to think we were driving half way across the country to bring stuff to someone who wasn't there." Cam's voice is slightly exasperated. "What did you do to your phone; I've tried ringing dozens of times and sent at least 50 messages."
"I tossed the phone, somewhere in a lake, I didn't know if it had a tracker in it. After all, Craig gave it to me, anything is possible...Wait, we?" The plural of people driving with my stuff shocks me a little. Trying to work out who it is that could possibly be coming too.
I hear a slight scuffle before I hear the rich sound of Al's voice come down the line. "Well, my best canvas up and left on me. I had to follow it; after all we're still decorating." Al sounds like it should have been obvious who it was. "We've been taking turns driving. We'll be there tomorrow night at this stage. So, I hope you have a heck of a welcoming committee set up for us; I've been barked at, dribbled on, growled at, peed on and yanked off my feet since we left New York. And that's just by your bloody horse."
I can't help but laugh again at Al's description of how my dog has been behaving, in the short conversation I'd had with Cam prior to leaving we'd both realised he wouldn't like the cross country drive, but we also all knew he would like it less in my Dodge Challenger then he would having the space to spread out in the Dodge Nitro that had been brought when he got to big to get behind the seat in the 2 door car.
"I'll get a number for you to ring me on. Ring, no texts. When you're in Reno. We'll get an escort sorted from there so you can find your way directly to where we are. No texts, okay Al."
A piece of paper appears in front of me and I read out the number to Al, just before I hang up I say, "Remember, only phone calls."
After saying bye to my 2 greatest friends from across the country I look up again, the number that appeared in front of me was still sitting in Gemma's hand with a phone box in the other. She hands me the phone and says "It's one of our pre-pays. Use that till you can sort your own."
Nodding at her I finally climb off the table. Walking over to the bar I plop down on the stool beside Opie, leaning my head against his shoulder and breathing in the familiar smell of leather, oil and petrol that seems to be the aftershave all the Sons wear. Opie's head moves and I hear a clink of a glass landing in front of me before I can bring myself to move my head Opie's massive hand appears holding a glass with ½ an inch of clear liquid in the bottom.
Taking the tumbler from his hand I knock back what I know will be a shot of the strongest vodka they have in house, surprised that Opie still remembers my drink of choice.
Coughing just a little I sit up straighter and turn around to face the members of a Club I'd always loved.
Opie swings his chair and starts introducing me, pointing at the Mohawk bearer he says "That's Juice, our resident retard. But he's smart with computers."
Looking at him with my head tilted to the side I can't help but ask "Coffee flavoured juice?" which brings a chorus of laughter from around the room, and a stumbled explanation of Juan Carlos being shortened to JC, which became Juice.
Next is Chibs, who I half remember from the time before I left, he nods like he remembers me as well but can't quiet bring himself to smile.
Opie turns again and starts to remind me off all the names of the people I remember but I cut him off with a grin. "No one in their right mind could forget Happy, Bobby or Piney. I still have nightmares about Tig, but I add a doll to it and they seem funny." Tig pulls a finger up at me and says "I'll remember that."
Opie ignores the prospects, deeming them not important enough to give names too, bar one who I am told is almost ready to be patched in, named Half-Sack. I almost ask him why, but seeing the shaking heads of everyone standing behind him quickly convinces me that that's not a good idea.
After another hour of sitting, listening to the guys around me talk quietly Clay comes back out of Chapel and announces it's time to get back to work. The guys all stumble out as he walks over to me. Wrapping me in another hug he speaks almost into my hair, "We will find this guy, we will deal with him, and you are NOT leaving once that is done. Are we clear, cause if we do I will not stop my Old Lady hunting you down and dragging you back here by your hair if needed."
I nod into his chest and say "Understood Uncle Clay."
"Right," he says briskly. "Go with Gemma and get lunch for all the boys."
Swallowing loudly I know that Gemma is not going to let me away with just the story that I have told already, she's going to want to know why I believed that Jax would leave his club, the club that he was born into. She's going to want to know why I believed that Tara had the power to pull him away. And I'm not sure that she'll like the reasons that I have.