I would like to sincerely apologize for the amount of time it took me to get this chapter up. I had a good third of this chapter written and my laptop over heated or something, cause it shut down. Let me just say, that I am not God. Because Jesus saves, and apparently I do not.
It took me some time to get back into the groove of things to finish getting it written.
At long last, and terribly overdue, Chapter 5:


Chibs awoke to the dusky gray light filtering through the curtains of his dorm room. He had a half-empty beer bottle nestled into the crook of one arm, and a very busty, very naked blond in the other.

Pulling his arm out from under her, Chibs sat up on the edge of the bed. Having stirred his most recent companion, she rolled toward him with a sleepy smile on her face.

"Good morning, handsome." She slurred, still half asleep. She brought her arm around to rest in his lap, her head still laying against his pillows.

Chibs stood, ignoring her attempt at affection. "Get up, love. Time for you to go." He started pulling his jeans on, his underwear still a heap on the floor with the rest of his clothes.

She groaned as she stretched, her breasts bouncing slightly with the effort. "Oh, but baby, I was hoping for a little morning love before I go?" She asked this with a child-like demeanor.

Her voice starting to grate on his nerves, Chibs grabbed a water bottle out from the mini fridge on the counter and opened it, taking a swig, "I said go." He stated rather bluntly, pointing towards the door.

The woman pouted a little, but when his resolve didn't budge, she sat up on the edge of the bed and began picking her clothes up from the floor. After fastening the button on her jeans, she looked at Chibs, but not quite in the eyes, "A goodbye kiss?" When he only stared back with no response she asked, "Can I at least have one of those before I go?" She nodded to the water bottle. Chibs only tightened the cap on his own bottle and tossed it to her.

"Time to scoot." He waved his hand toward the exit, shooing her out.

The woman rolled her eyes as she flung her strappy shoes over her shoulder, "It's been fun." She then strolled to the door of the dorm room and upon walking through it, shut it not so quietly. Chibs snarled, a migraine inching its way into his head.

Grabbing the nearest object to him, Chibs threw his heavy boot at the door, his teeth gritted. The thud echoed loudly, and he was sure if the bitch slamming his door hadn't woke any of his brothers, that his temper tantrum would've for sure.

He then waited, what he had hoped to be, long enough for the woman to leave the clubhouse. Then he waited a few extra moments just to be sure.

In the common room of the clubhouse Juice sat on a love-seat, Asha next to him, her legs draped over his lap.

Asha had a tall glass of orange juice in hand, and it rippled just slightly as a door not too far from them was slammed. Moments later there was another resonating thud and a tall leggy blond turned the corner. Her shoes draped over her shoulder as she walked to the door. Her eyes never meeting the couples'.

Juice and Asha exchanged a look of slight confusion, but remained quiet. A minute later Chibs rounded the corner, his head down. He turned into the kitchen where the on-lookers could hear slight rummaging, when he returned he had a beer in his hand. Looking up he was almost startled to see the two companions sitting in front of him.

Chibs nodded looking sheepish, "Hair o' the dog." Is all he replied, indicating the bottle.

"I hear that." Asha raised her glass to him.

It took a moment longer than he would care to admit for Chibs' hangover-muddled mind to understand her meaning. "Who drinks a screwdriver this early in the morning?" He asked taking a pull off his drink.

Asha mirrored him, "Apparently me," after she swallowed, "Also, it's like quarter past one." She nodded to the clock on the wall.

"Well I'll be god damned." He said in bemusement.

Juice barely registered the whole exchange, he had been staring at the door after the blond woman left. "What was with that?" He asked in just above a whisper. The question was intended for Chibs, but it dissipated halfway between the two.

After another moment of silence Chibs voiced his curiosity.

"Whataya talkin' 'bout?" He scratched his scruffy chin, trying to be nonchalant.

"Come on bro, we just watched the walk of shame."

Chibs got gruff at that, "Doesn' matter. Just like any other broad that comes through." He sneered. Chibs hadn't intended on being so hostile towards his brother, but he had no idea how to feel about his whole predicament.

"Doesn't matter? Dude, you've got a smokin' hot babe waiting in the wings, and you're over here banging 'Whorey Lori', what's going on with you?"

"I said it doesn' matter." Chibs turned in disbelief at himself, now facing away from Asha and Juice. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation; your feelings were to be left at home, vented to your old lady, not the guys. But Chibs didn't have an old lady, so he figured he would just have to vent in solitude then.

"Get your shite ready, Juicy, we're on shop duty today." And he stormed back to his dorm. As he closed the door he thought he could faintly hear Asha say "You're all she talks about." Knowing he only heard what he had wanted to hear, Chibs completely disregarded the faint whisper and turned the shower on, stepping into the tub before the water even had a chance to get hot.

Asha scooted her feet off of Juice's lap, "He's all she talks about..."

"I know," Juice replied; And he did, he had had supper at Asha and Sunny's house several times in the past couple weeks. "He's just so fucking stubborn. You have to be straight forward with him, mixed signals to him means not interested."

Asha huffed a sigh, "Men."

Juice only nodded, staring down the hall, "Men."

On the other side of Charming, Sunny awoke alone in her queen sized bed. The house was quiet, and when she rolled over she was only slightly surprised to see that she had slept until one in the afternoon.

Rubbing her bleary eyes Sunny stretched out, her limbs entangling themselves in her crimson colored sheets. When she stood she stretched again, this time with her arms extending over her head as she raised up onto her tip-toes. Hearing her back and shoulders pop, she sighed contentedly. Regaining composure, Sunny plucked her underwear from her ass crack where it had bunched up rolling from her bed. The white tank top she had slept in was all but see through, and her nipples were easily distinguishable through the sheer fabric.

Sunny padded through the silent house in bare feet. She wasn't surprised in the slightest to see that Asha was not in her own bed. If the woman wasn't with Juice at the clubhouse,he was here with her.

Sunny was thrilled that Asha had found someone to be happy with. The girl had been through so much in her previous relationship, that she very rarely trusted anyone. Sunny only hoped that their relationship wouldn't wear itself out.

Coming from an abusive relationship, Sunny knew exactly what Asha was going through. It was hard to gain trust in people, especially in relationships. This being partially why Sunny was keeping some distance from Chibs. She liked him a lot. It was no secret in her household that Sunny was consumed with the idea of him, and she was admittedly extremely attracted to the Scot.

She just felt that he may have been keeping something from her. She wasn't sure what, and she hadn't intended on pushing the man away. Sunny's main concern at this point was to not get involved in a relationship with someone who couldn't deal with her past, or where simple insecurities would ruin what they had.

Whatever he wasn't telling her, Sunny had only hoped it was something they could work through together.

Sinking into the couch with a cup of coffee, Sunny resolved with herself that she would pursue Chibs, and see where he stood on the idea of a relationship with her.

About three cups into the pot of coffee, Sunny was sat back on the couch listening to the radio play something from a band she thought sounded familiar.

Her phone started ringing somewhere from the bedroom. With it still being early afternoon Sunny was hoping it was a call from the hospital about her job interview.

Turns out it was from the hospital. Just not the kind of call she was hoping for.


Asha had followed Juice outside and to the picnic table that was under the awning out back of the shop.

"You can hang out here for a while if you want. I don't think there's too much to worry about today." Juice kissed Asha's cheek and gave her hand a little squeeze as he walked away.

"You two look cozy." Asha turned around to see a slender woman with short black hair and a round, kind face.

"I guess so." Asha giggled a little, "Asha." she stuck her hand out in greeting.

"Tara." The women shook hands, "Juice is a good kid. He's treating you right, isn't he?" Her face was serious, even though her eyes were scrunched up to block out the sun.

"Yeah, better, even." She smiled again, "I couldn't ask for a better guy!"

"Good," Tara rocked a child's car seat next to her feet, "You can talk to any of us if he's not, you know. Us old lady's gotta stick together."

"Old lady?" Asha hadn't even had the notion of such a thing. She spent so much time with just Juice, that she hadn't fully even thought of how the rest of the club had seen them.

"Yeah, old lady. You two have been together for a few weeks now, and he treats you right. I've never seen Juice smile the way he does when he's with you. I think it's safe to call you two an item." Tara's face softened, "You are, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah," Asha stammered, "I guess so." She rounded the table to see into the car seat. "Hello! Who's this?" Asha's smile consumed her face entirely as she took in the child in front of her.

"This," Tara picked the baby up, "is Abel. Mine and Jax's boy."

"May I?" Asha's voice instantly took on a playful baby tone as Tara carefully handed the child over to her. "Hi Abel!" She grinned big, "Aren't you just the cutest thing?" The baby squirmed a little but smiled back at her. He couldn't have been more than five or six months old. Asha was so enthralled with the boy, his small hands and chubby cheeks, his wispy blond hair. She felt like she hadn't ever seen a baby before.

Gemma sauntered up to the ladies, in a way that only she seemed to be able to do. "I know that look," She tickled Abel's pudgy cheek, "You better get a check-up, Darlin', cause that's baby fever."

Asha giggled nervously still, Gemma never ceased to intimidate her. The woman had never really talked to Asha, just a nod here or there as they were coming or going. But Asha had watched Gemma's interactions with some of the guys, and she could hold her own. Clay may have been the president of the MC, but Gemma was the matriarch, and she had her fair say in things.

"Uh, um, no... I mean," Asha stammered, not able to construct a proper sentence. "I mean, no. I don't think I'm ready for kids yet." She finally managed to spit out.

Asha could still, very vividly, remember some of the things her ex put her through; namely walls, a couple of dining chairs, a fish tank. He had wanted kids too, but Asha felt that maybe she could handle all that, within reason, but she knew she would never bring a child up with him. She had had the notion for a brief moment that maybe with her pregnant he would leave her be, and maybe he would soften more with a baby in the house. But it passed quickly. The idea of him fathering a child to treat the same way left a terrible, disgusting taste in her mouth.

"Oh come on, Sweetheart! Every woman's dream is to have her very own baby, her own flesh and blood to love." Gemma quipped. The sharp edge of that remark was missed on Asha, but it didn't pass by Tara unnoticed; The younger woman shot Gemma a dirty look.

"Well, yeah. I guess eventually I would. Just right now wouldn't really be ideal." Asha defended.

"Honey, timing for a baby is never 'ideal'. You could do all the planning in the world to prepare for a baby, and just when you think you're ready for anything, God throws you a curve ball. Ain't that right sweetheart?" Gemma rubbed Abel's cheek again. "Just look at the curve ball that was thrown to him," She lifted the hem of Abel's shirt to reveal a shiny pink scar; although healed, Asha could see it was just as old as the baby himself.

"Oh, my god," Asha was taken aback by the scar, "Poor baby!"

Abel only smiled at her, clapping his hands.

"Runs in the family. But this boy," Gemma smiled wide at her grandson, "This boy sure did knock it out of the park!"

Clay, who had been watching from afar, walked up to stand next to Gemma. He draped his arm around her shoulders. Clay planted a kiss on Gemma's temple, "I figured family dinner tonight."

Asha tried not to eavesdrop. She knew the family dinners were a regular occurrence, although she had yet to be invited to one; Asha bared no hard feelings toward the event, just hoped that one day she would be able to boast an invite of her own. Maybe now, if people were considering her Juice's old lady, would be that time.

As she continued chattering with the sweet baby in front of her, Asha noticed Chibs stalk out from the back of the clubhouse toward the shop. This time, he had more clothes and less attitude than when she had previously seen him. His hair was still wet from his shower and had been pushed back with his sunglasses.

"You're late!" Clay hollered at him. To the laughter and jeers of some of his brothers, including Clay himself, Chibs only flipped him the bird with a grin on his face.


As Chibs walked to the garage to start his shift, only a few minutes late, he noticed everyone seemed to be in a fairly good mood. The recent attacks and warnings from the skinheads didn't seem to be taking too much out of them. Chibs was happy for that.

After Clay's jab at him, Chibs felt a little better; His own smile returning.

He started in on the project he laid down the afternoon before. There wasn't much left to it, but enough he didn't want to stick around for. That party was just calling his name. Chibs picked up his grease rag and set to work on the replacement of a starter solenoid for a 2003 Honda Accord once more.

It wasn't more than half an hour later that Chibs wiped his greasy hands off on that old red rag again before sliding into the drivers seat and turned the key. The ignition turned over with no hesitation, and Chibs did an internal celebration.

He left the car running and hollered over his shoulder as he was cleaning up his tools, "Yo, Sack! Come move this fer me," He wiped sweat from his brow. Once Half-Sack was closer he added, "And call the guy fer me too, tell him it's ready. I'm goin' ta bring in that mini-van we towed in yesterday, see wha's wrong with it."

Half-Sack nodded, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes, he turned and half jogged over to the car. Putting it into reverse he pulled out from the bay.

Chibs made his way over to the dark purple mini-van and opened the drivers door. If he could get this running, and no one came to claim it, they could sell it for a decent amount; It was in great shape for being over ten years old.

He stepped up and sat in the bucket seat behind the wheel. Turning the key the van wouldn't start. After the initial whining from the ignition died down Chibs could hear a faint whining wind up, getting progressively louder. "Shite." Was all he could muster as he darted away from the vehicle, pushing his legs as fast as they would go. Chibs had dealt with his fair share of car bombs, and knew when he heard one.

He didn't make it as far as he had hoped when the explosion hit. The force rocketed Chibs forward, forcing his body to turn. The back of his head, instead, ricocheted off the asphalt.

Chibs could hear the chatter, a few people said his name. He could feel someone pressing their fingers on his chest, and the last thing he heard before it all went dark was Jackie hollering for Tara.


Yes, I made an Irish joke.
No I am not sorry...
Okay, maybe a little.
I'm sorry.
Please drop me a review, let me know what you think! I am already started on the next one. And I strive to be more diligent on my saving habits!
Much love, Rammy.