Chapter 2

When Chibs hung up, I put my phone back on the coffee table and sat there on pins and needles. I had no idea how he was going to react to what I was going to say. I stayed in my spot on the couch until I heard the familiar sound of his motorcycle. I got up and walked to my front door, taking a deep breath before I opened it. "Hey." I said as he was walking up the front steps.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked me.

I nodded. He walked inside and I shut the door behind him. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed him a beer out of the fridge and handed it to him. He opened it and took a drink. "Opie knows about us." I said. He had a look of worry on his face. "He's okay with it." I said and he nodded. I leaned against the kitchen counter. "I've been thinking. I've been thinking about everything that you said last night. I'm not sure where to start." I said.

"Just start at the beginning." He said.

I nodded. "Okay… you said that you loved me."

"Aye I did."

"I didn't realize it at the time but it was the first time that you'd said it." He nodded. There was an awkward but comfortable silence. "Have you heard back from Fiona about the divorce papers?" I asked him.

"Aye, I have. She signed them. I dropped them off at the courthouse this morning. In thirty days I'll officially be divorced." He said.

Wow. "I wanna tell my dad and everybody about us." I said.

"Really?" He asked me.

I nodded. "I was talking to Ope, and he basically told me that if you asked Fiona for a divorce that you were serious about me." I said.

He nodded. "Aye. I am. When Fiona got the papers she called me. She asked me, why after all these years was I asking her for one now." He walked closer to me. "I told her that I had fallen in love with someone and that it wasn't fair to her for me to still be married. I told Fiona and she understood." He said.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him. "So it's real?" I asked him. "I didn't dream it."

He shook his head. "Not a dream." He said.

I smiled at him, leaning up on my tippy toes and kissing him. "Well then take me to bed, boyfriend." I said.

The next morning I got up and took a shower. Chibs had left in the early hours of the morning, when Clay had called with an emergency. After getting out of the shower, I threw on a pair of blue jean shorts and a blue tank top. I walked out of my bedroom towards my kitchen. "Where are you off to in a hurry?" I jumped at the voice.

I turned to see Jax sitting on my couch. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you." He said.

"Okay well I need coffee." I said, walking towards my kitchen. Jax stood up and followed me. I walked over to my coffee pot and started a pot of coffee. While I waited, I turned and looked at Jax. "So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

I was surprised that he was even here. I figured that he would be with Clay and the rest of the guys. "Tara and I broke up last night. She's going back to Chicago." He said.

"I'm sorry Jax." I said. It wasn't a secret that I didn't like Tara but at the same time I didn't want to see Jax sad.

"No you're not." He said.

I smirked at him. "Your right I'm not." I said. Jax got quiet. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think I am." He said and I smiled at him.

When I finally made it to the clubhouse, it didn't take long for me to find my dad. He was back in his room. "Hey Pop." I said when I walked into his room.

"Hi honey. How are you?" He asked me.

"I'm good." I said. I hadn't spent much time with my dad lately, so it was good to see him.

"You still working over at Lumpy's?" He asked me.

"For now. Clay asked me the other night when I was gonna quit and work here full time." I said, leaning back in the chair that I was sitting in.

"It's not a bad idea necessarily." My dad said.

I laughed. "You know sometimes I think that everyone around here considers me one of the guys." I said. I needed to ease my dad into this conversation. I wasn't sure how he was going to feel about it. I mean, on the one hand Chibs was a brother and on the other hand he was older than me.

"That's not true." My dad said and I stared at me. "Okay, well maybe sometimes it's true." I walked over to his fridge and grabbed a beer. "What's on your mind? Your just like your brother. You never come to see me just to chat."

"Okay." I said. I guess it's time to get to the point. "I've been seeing someone." He nodded. "And this person makes me happy, really happy."

"More than Kozik or Hale ever did?" He asked.

I glared at him when he said Hale's name. "Kozik didn't want a future with me and Hale was a dick." I said. "But yes, he makes me happier than any guy that I've ever dated."

"Okay." He said, as I took a drink of my beer. "Honey, why do you seem nervous about this."

Because I am. "Well, it's probably because I'm scared of how you're going to react when I tell you his name." I said.

"Riles, just tell me." Dad said.

I took a deep breath. Okay, here it goes. "It's Chibs Dad." I said. My father went from relaxed to glaring in 0.5 seconds. "Dad… Can you say something please."

Silence.

"Dad… I know that you don't like me dating members of the home charter…" I started to say.

"Riles… It's not that. I just don't want to see you get hurt from guys that you have to see every day. I don't want these assholes to hurt you to the point that you feel like you have to run away." Dad said.

I stood up. I expected him to be upset, but this pissed me off. "First of all, I'm not my mother." I said.

"I know that you aren't."

"Second of all I'm not Donna or Tara." I said.

"Honey, that's not what I meant." Dad said.

"You know what… just forget it Dad." I said getting up and walking out of his dorm, slamming the door behind me.

I couldn't believe him. Did he really think so little of me that if I got hurt by a guy that I was just going to run away like my mother, Tara, and Donna. Hell, Gemma practically raised me. Clay's been calling me Lil Gemma since I was fourteen. Ugh! My father made me mad.

I walked out to the bar, grabbing a glass and the bottle of whiskey. I sat at the bar and poured myself a shot. Yes, it was a little early in the day to be drinking but I was furious right now. I had just downed my shot when I looked over at the side of the bar to see Jax and Ope standing there. "What?" I asked.

"Little early isn't it?" Jax asked me.

"Fuck off Teller." I said.

Jax through his hands up in surrender and both he and Opie came to sit with me. One on each side. "What happened?" Opie asked me.

"Dad. I went to tell him and he compared me to Mom, Donna and Tara." I said.

"Riles, you know that he didn't mean it like that." Ope said.

"Yeah, well that's how it came out." I said.

"Umm, I'm sure that I've missed something but I hate to be the bearer of bad news." Jax said, causing me and Ope to look at him.

"What?" I asked.

"Hale just pulled up."