CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

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I follow Gemma back to the office, "Why are we going to be here a while longer? It's 5pm already."

Gemma sighs as she drops down in her office chair, pulling a joint from a baggie in the draw behind her she takes a second to light it and inhale before handing it to me. "There's a meeting with the Irish soon and they want to make sure they're ahead before it happens, it'll pull at least 4 of the guys away for the afternoon. They'll be working till about 7."

I nod and watch the Sons working hard, the mechanics have already gone home, their jobs for the following day right on track. 20 minutes after sitting down the joint is gone and Gemma and I are laughing about some of the shit that 'us kids' used to get into, including the night we locked ourselves on the roof of the clubhouse and refused to come down...which lasted till it started raining.

Clay comes through the garage door and gives Gemma a kiss, "Wanna order some food?"

Gemma nods, "Sure baby, any requests?"

"Lots. We're starving out here." Clay turns and heads back to the bays and the Toyota that he's been working on most of the day.

Gemma rings Lumpy's restaurant and orders a whole pile of hot meals, it's only due to the size of the order that they agree to deliver and let us know it'll be about 30 minutes. Using the opportunity to go and check on the state of the kitchen I walk across the lot and into the clubhouse, peeking through the door of the kitchen I have to bit my tongue to not laugh at Ima who's struggling to remove all the bread from the plughole. Walking down the hall I retrieve the plunger from the laundry (the one that's only been used on the basins) and take it down to her.

Opening the door she turns to me and her expression sours. "You really are a bitch you know." She tells me and I frown in confusion.

"How am I the bitch? Did I come in here and ruin hours of your work? Did I lie to Gemma about who made this catastrophic mess? Nope, not me. That was you. Here, use this to unblock the sink. And it was a dumb idea mopping first, all the benches will spill water on the floor." I hand her the plunger and watch her face screw up. "Relax tramp, it's never been near a toilet, apart from you, after all you're the receptacle for cum wads aren't you?"

Her face turns an angry shade of red and I simply step backwards and let the door close behind me. She won't be showing her face till that room is clean, or Gemma will have a few things to say, and I'll have a few bruises to give.

Stopping in the garage bays on the way back to the office to let the guys all know of impending food I have a sudden thought and spin back towards the clubhouse, stepping behind the bar I stifle a giggle at the noises that are coming from the kitchen as I grab a pile of knives and forks and napkins before leaving again.

Dumping my gathered acquisitions onto Gemma's desk she nods, "Good thought."

I smile, "I do have them occasionally."

"Occasionally is right." Gemma snorts and I wonder what she's been into in the brief time I've been gone when I spot the bottle of whiskey that's hidden behind her desk.

Raising an eyebrow I hold out my hand and she hesitantly puts the bottle in my hand, "Don't drink too much."

I roll my eyes and have a few mouthfuls, but that's about all I can handle before I give the bottle back to her. I stand up and absently file a few sheets of paper while we're waiting, Gemma's stacking things on her desk, her 'to do tomorrow' pile is almost nothing and I guess it's to do with the lunch with Luann.

"Gem, we'll be back by 4 won't we?"

"Sure, why?" She queries.

"The insurance assessor is coming tomorrow." I tell her, it's only taken a week for them to sort it out, which I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not.

Gemma nods and jumps to her feet when headlights hit the office. "That'll be food."

We both walk over to the car and she hands the driver a couple of bills before pulling a box out of the boot and handing it to me, hanging a bag off one hand she picks up another box and bag, closes the boot of the car and goes back to the office.

The containers in the boxes have all been labelled with what they are so we put them in a couple of piles, one lot has hamburgers and fries and the other lot has fried chicken and fries. Gemma and I get what we want and then she sticks her head into the garage to let the guys know that food is there.

The thunder of boots lets us know exactly how hungry they are and the pileup in the doorway makes me laugh when Juice and Kip both try and go through at the same time. Juice pushes Kip back and the guys happily collect meals and cutlery and head outside.

Gemma and I follow the guys outside and she heads over to Clay to sit and eat with him while I find myself sandwiched between Kip and Opie, we haven't been eating for long when we hear heels on the concrete.

Ima stops on the other side of the table beside Jax and looks over at me, "Kitchen's clean." She doesn't meet my eyes and the second she's spat out the two words she backs away from the table, her car the obvious destination, even though she hasn't noticed it's still on one of the hoists.

I stand up and walk around the table, "I guess I'll be the judge of that. Don't go yet." Leaving my dinner I head into the clubhouse and through to the kitchen, Ima doesn't follow me so she's not there to see me inspecting the kitchen carefully. I'm slightly impressed with how much she's cleaned in the hour that she was in here, but the floors haven't been remopped like I said and I can see where the water has dribbled down the cupboards, there's water marks and traces of flour and god knows what else running down the door fronts.

Stepping back outside I take a deep breath and decide I'll try and be polite, for the last time. The food that she's destroyed can be remade and she's had to bow to my direction. "It's looking good, just wipe the cupboards down and the floor needs re-mopping."

She glares at me and stomps back to the kitchen to finish working. I sit back down and look at my dinner. It appears while I've been gone most of my fries and 1 of the 3 pieces of fried chicken have found a new home. I look around the table and Opie looks guiltily back at me. Wordlessly I shake my head and offer him another bit of chicken, after swapping the chicken for quarter of his burger I turn back around and giggle at the looks on Kip and Chibs' faces.

Jax shakes his head, "Didn't take long for you two to get back into old habits."

I take pity on Kip and Chibs and start to explain. "When we used to go out to eat, Donna, Jax, Opie and I, Opie would always still be hungry at the end of the meal and tried to convince Donna to share her meal with him. If you've ever seen her eat it's impressive." Kip and Chibs both nod, Donna has been known to pack away just as much as her giant husband. "I would always be full and still have half of whatever I'd ordered and I'd always give it to Opie which would make him happy, it would make Donna happy cause he wasn't trying to steal her food."

"It helped me with the whole not leaving food that has been paid for, and it meant you could honestly tell Ma that you'd cleaned your plate." Jax says laughing.

By the time Clay calls everyone to get back to work everyone is finished eating, Gemma waves them to forget the mess and we'll clean it up. It's not till they go back to work that I realise all the Redwood Sons are present, turning to Gemma the thought that struck my mind pops out, "Who's with Donna and the kids?"

Gemma shakes her head, "You only just realised that she's not here? I should tell her what a bad friend you are." She laughs at the expression that comes across my face. "Relax baby, she's at home with the kids, 2 of the Tacoma guys are with her."

"Thank god." I breathe a sigh of relief and drop the pile of containers into the trash. I gather the pile of cutlery to take to the kitchen so I can check on Ima as well.

Stepping into the kitchen Ima's leaning against the wall looking round the room. I can't see anything wrong with it, she's finished the cupboards and the floor is clean, then I notice that she's mopped herself into a corner and a smile crosses my face.

"Don't worry about it, just walk across it. Your shoes should be clean." I keep it to myself that the reason they'll be clean is they rarely touch the ground. I'm trying to be polite to her, hoping it will make her not such a bitch towards me.

She looks at me and shakes her head, "No, you'll make me clean it again, just so you can stand there and act all high and mighty."

I sigh, my patients dangerously thin. "Ima, the floor's going to get dirty again, it should be mopped every day, it has bikers walking over it with dirty boots, I doubt one pair of barely on the floor shoes is going to make a difference." It's only in the interest of keeping the now clean kitchen blood free that I don't just haul her out by her hair.

I'm not sure if Ima missed the insult that I put in that sentence but she glares at me, "Can I go now."

I nod, "Ope said your cars finished." I've given up on trying to be nice. She storms out of the kitchen and through the clubhouse, a few minutes later I hear a car leave in a hurry.

I go back to the office and help Gemma with the filing, the clock is just inching towards 8pm when Clay comes in and announces they're done. We quickly pack up and are ready to go as the final bay door is dropped. I climb up into Gemma's Escalade so she can drop me at Jax's and we get stuck in the middle of the 8 bikes, the prospects being left at the garage with Chibs and Piney.