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Chapter 479 Seeking Comfort

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Gemma drove home escorted by Tig. She went inside and made it look like she was going to stay there just like Clay told her. A few minutes later, she left driving off to Cara Cara to see Luann. She wasn't afraid of Esai Alvarez kidnapping her. If he did, it would serve Clay right. She couldn't believe the blonde whore had a body guard and she was left without anyone to watch over her.

Clay was being a real bastard over everything from Jax kicking her out of the clubhouse to not liking the way she'd handled the visit from the guys from other charters. This was something he could have discussed with her while the guys were at the clubhouse.

He waited until the blonde whore stepped in with her plan to make the guys a home cooked meal—something that she would have done with crow-eaters' assistance if he had asked or suggested it. How the hell was she supposed to know that he wanted her to make some big dinner if he didn't tell her?

He had finally told her that Esai Alvarez's son had tried to kidnap Scarlett, but she'd scared him off with a gun. He thought she was really great for doing that. Stupid men! It didn't take a great mind to point a gun at a guy. What the hell was it with men and blondes?

Gemma didn't like spending time at Cara Cara. If anything reminded her that she was getting older, it was a trip to Cara Cara. Porn stars typically have short careers, so most of the girls were young, barely legal with smooth cellulite free skin.

Cara Cara was in a large metal building that contained different parts of Luann's porn empire from sets for cam girls to movie sets to dressing rooms for the actors. Gemma made her way back to where Luann had her office.

"Hey, Gemma," Luann greeted Gemma. "I'm just having a little lunch." Luann was smoking a cigarette and drinking a Diet Coke. "If you're hungry, there's a craft services table around the corner."

"I'm not hungry."

"I just called the prison. Otto's in the hole," Luann said. "He'll be there for a month. I can't visit this weekend."

Gemma noticed then that Luann's mascara and eyeliner were smudged probably from tears. It was hard to keep a prison relationship alive and Gemma gave Luann credit for being so devoted to Otto. She wasn't sure if the dedication came from love or if Luann felt guilty that Otto had gone to prison trying to get the money Luann needed to buy Cara Cara.

"I'm sorry Luann," Gemma said. She didn't know what else to say. Otto had impulse control and anger issues and he and Luann both paid the price for it.

Luann finished her cigarette and stubbed it out in a glass ashtray filled with ashes and butts of cigarettes.

"What's wrong with you?" Luann asked.

Luann could be a little too blunt sometimes, but she was Gemma's only real friend. No one else understood the old lady life like Luann. She couldn't very well tell her troubles to a crow-eater. She outranked the crow-eaters. She was the best old lady and she couldn't let the crow-eaters know that sometimes she struggled.

"The same old stuff," Gemma said with a sigh as she sat down in a chair across from where Luann sat at her desk.

"Clay, Jax and the blonde whore," Luann guessed.

"Yeah. Clay's pissed at me because I didn't make some great home cooked meal for some guys from the other charters."

"Why were the guys there from other charters? Was it just a visit or did Clay ask them to come help out?" Luann asked.

"I didn't ask."

"If they were just visiting, he shouldn't expect you to go out of your way, but if they came to help out the MC, you probably should have made sure you gave them a nice meal."

Of course porn queen Luann would have known exactly what to do, Gemma thought sourly. This wasn't her fault. If Clay wanted some special meal for the visitors, he should have opened his fucking mouth and said something to her. She wasn't a mind reader.

"The blonde whore made them a home cooked mean and from what I've heard everyone loved it. Clay, the bastard, brought me a plate of the food and after he went to bed, I heated it up. Wouldn't you know it? The food was good. I overheard Tig saying the meat loaf was better than mine."

It never occurred to Gemma that Luann had actual real world problems running her porn studio and dealing with her husband's bad prison conduct that made Gemma's problems look trivial in comparison.

It wouldn't have mattered to Gemma. She wasn't really interested in anyone else's problems. She was interested in herself, Jax and Clay in that order. She listened to Luann's problems, but she didn't care. She pretended to show an interest and she said sympathetic things, but it was all just a pretense.

"Well, Gemma, it seems like Jax's old lady outmaneuvered you," Luann said with a shrug of her shoulders.

Gemma just looked at Luann and wanted to tell her that she wasn't aging well. Luann's heavy make-up had settled into the lines of her face. Her blush was bright too and she was wearing orange lipstick. It was definitely a bad look, but it was to be expected from a former porn star.

"She's trying to not only take Jax away from me, but she's trying to be the head old lady."

"You know she can't do that," Luann said impatiently. "As long as Clay is president, you're the head old lady."

Luann would never understand that Gemma had no intention of ever losing the head old lady position. Being the head old lady gave her a position of respect in the community. She liked it too much to ever give it up. She was going to stay head old lady when Jax became president. There was no way the blonde whore was ever going to replace her as head old lady.

"Who knows maybe she'll get Jax to push Clay out. I wouldn't put anything past that whore."

"Well, I've got to get back to work," Luann said getting to her feet. "Do you want to stay and watch me work? I'm filming a scene with Lyla and Ima."

"That girl on girl stuff doesn't work for me," Gemma said getting to her feet. "Well, it was nice seeing you. Sorry about Otto."

"Just frees up more time for me to work," Luann said with forced cheerfulness.

Gemma gave Luann a hug and left. The trip had been a big waste of time. Luann hadn't given her the comfort or sympathy she was seeking when she went to Cara Cara.

She hadn't killed much time either. If she had any guts, she'd fake her kidnapping, but since she lived in the real world instead of a scripted one, she doubted she would be able to pull it off. The repercussions of getting caught faking her kidnapping were enough to stop her from going down this road.

With no other options, Gemma returned home and, just to let Clay know that his words had been completely lost on her, she was feeding him a frozen chicken and pasta casserole from the supermarket. See how the bastard liked that!

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Author's Note: In S3 the second to the last episode, everyone returns from Ireland. Gemma and Unser go into her dining room and are talking and he tells her how bad things are for him. He gets emotional and is close to tears. Gemma gives him a very brief moment of comfort and then tells him that she thinks Jax is in trouble and goes into this. It was clear; she didn't care about Unser's problems. This is where this character trait of Gemma's is coming from.