CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO

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Opie and Juice take over 10 minutes before reappearing at the table, drinks hanging from their hands "Are we coming back to an acceptable conversation?"

Jax laughs and accepts the beer Juice is handing him "Sure, the unacceptable for ears other than mine only lasted a minute."

Donna shakes her head as Opie sits down next to her going back to the conversation we never quiet finished "So we're going to end up with another Old Lady. The pussy pack is going to be most upset."

Al laughs and rubs her hand over Juice's head again, her fingers tracing the lines of his head tattoo thoughtfully "That bunch of hyena's can go and take a long walk. I grew up in New York, I will not hesitate to go white girl crazy on them if they look at him sideways. After seeing S in action maybe I should go get some lessons."

I laugh and glance over at Donna "D's just as protective of Ope as I am of Jax. There was this one time in Modesto."

Donna leans over the table and slaps her hand over my mouth stopping me from continuing. I lift an eyebrow and wait.

Sure enough seconds later her hand pulls away from my face with a disgusted look in her eyes "You licked me!" She wipes her hand on her trouser leg and narrows her eyes "That's just gross."

"Anyway, so this night in Modesto Ope, D and I had gone to the movies. D and I had driven up in her car and left it parked by Ope's bike, well when we came out there was this chick leaning on his bike like she owned it. Opie didn't know how to deal with it and made the mistake of saying as much."

Donna drops her head down and rests it on her arms, her cheeks colouring at the memory.

Al looks over and sees her attempting to hide and grins "What did she do?"

Opie shrugs his huge shoulders "It was hot."

I laugh "She stalked over to this chick like a cat hunting a mouse and pulled her off the bike by her foot. This chick was hopping around trying to keep her balance while Donna held her foot in the air and waited."

Donna groans as I pick up my drink and swallow a mouthful "So when the chick finally fell over she was right by the back of Donna's car, fuck, she made what I just did to Ima look perfectly friendly. This poor chick got her head bounced between the bumper of the car and the concrete till she passed out. D wasn't finished though."

Donna shakes her head again and turns, burying her face into Opie's kutte with a barely audible groan. I start giggling and Opie takes over the rest of the story while I try and get control of my laughter. "My dear sweet innocent girlfriend dragged this woman, who I'd never seen before in my life, right under the car and out the other side. She let her go so her hand was right by the wheel, then she got in her car, started it and reversed over the chicks hand."

Donna looks up "Hey, it wasn't her whole hand, just two fingers. I missed the rest." Donna glances over at me "Least she was unconscious and didn't feel it. Ima was awake when you broke her nose, twice."

I shrug casually rubbing my head under Jax's chin "She was also awake when I told her not to touch Jax again."

Jax runs his hand over my hair, tugging one of the pigtails till its hanging down my back; Chibs drops into a crouch on the other side of Jax and grins at me "Remind me never to ever piss you off lassie."

"Why?"

Chibs smiles, his scars pulling up "You broke her nose, sure as shit but you also broke two of her teeth with that knee to the chin, and cracked at least three ribs."

I quirk one of my eyebrows "Well I guess she's learnt?"

Chibs nods "Oh she has. Tiggie said she couldn't pack fast enough. She's gone already, doped up on as many painkillers as she could find. Said something about Alaska looking good."

I smile as Jax chuckles behind me "And you thought Donna was bad."

I lean back so I can look up at him "You're mine, the sooner everyone else realises that the better. I will break bones till everyone's educated if I have to."

Jax's eyes flare with a possessive light "If I'm yours then your mine."

I nod leaning up and kissing him softly "I am yours, you know that. Everyone knows that."

Chibs slaps Jax on the back as he gets to his feet "Your lady has a point there. After that everyone on the lot knows that she's yours."

Jax looks up at Chibs "Good."

Chibs pauses once more at the end of the table and fixes his eyes on me with a smile "Only thing I'd say, next time aim for a bigger bone to break."

I lift my foot, the heavy steel toed boot barely clearing the seat "I blame these; I forgot I had them on when I kicked her. Shoulda just stomped on her arm instead, that would have taken longer to heal."

Chibs nods and walks away from the table towards the clubhouse whistling happily. Jax runs his hand down my arm "Maybe I should get you back into self-defence lessons, seems you have a bit of aggression to work out."

I pick up my glass and drain it, setting it back on the table it's removed and a full one put in its place before I can blink. "Thanks Ope. As for self-defence, well you just keep your dick in the only two places it's acceptable to go and we'll be fine."

Juice looks over at me with a confused expression "Two places?"

I smile sweetly and wait till he's lifted his beer to his mouth "Of course, two places. Jax's dick is only aloud to be in his pants or my pussy."

Juice spits his beer out in a spectacular spray that hits one of the flaming drums with a sizzle as Jax's hand slaps over my mouth. Sticking my tongue out I lick the palm of his hand but he just raises his eyebrow silently. Pulling my tongue back into my mouth I drop my eyes and look up at him through my eyelashes till he removes his hand.

Juice wipes the beer of his chin and shakes his head "I'm going to stop drinking around you."

I laugh "Why?"

"Cause you keep saying shit that makes it impossible for me to swallow."

I leave that completely open invitation for something else inappropriate and wiggle further into Jax's arms; his forearms come to rest on my hip, his beer resting on my thigh "Cold babe?"

I shake my head and allow my eyes to drift around the lot while the normal conversation for a Friday night starts up again.