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Chapter Three

By the time I got home, everything downstairs was shut off. Except for one lamp, allowing me to see my way around. What had been in the kitchen sink was now in the dishwasher and the trash had been taken out too. Making a small grunt of approval, I shut the light of the lamp off and I slowly went up stairs. As I went further and further up the stairs, my eyes got heavier and heavier.

However, before could go to bed, I felt a fatherly obligation to check on my daughter. Slowly, I opened the door and was comforted to find that she was sleeping soundly. I couldn't stop the smile that spread on my face when a light snore left her. Shutting the light off, I closed the door and headed to my mother's room.

She, too, snoozed soundly. But she woke as I turned the light off.

"Mijo?" She grumbled, sitting up from under the heavy covers. "Has she come yet? Your mija?"

"Yeah, she's here, mom," I nodded in the dark. "Callie's your mija too, you know."

"I dunno, son," Mom laid back and curled back into her blankets. "I haven't met her yet. I still have yet to judge if she's like her demonic mother or not."

My mother's comment made me laugh, "Good night, Ma."

"Night, mijo."

Finally able to go to bed, I didn't even bother to take off the clothes I had worn that day. I peeled off my socks and shoes but didn't put the effort forth into taking off my sweatshirt and cut. It took me a while to get to sleep; that days stress and the chore of integrating Callie into the Sons' way of life clouded my mind. When I found a suitable solution, I was finally able to drift into the happy blackness that brought me relaxation.

I woke to the sound of feminine laughter. Which was not normal in my household. Changing my shirt from the day before, I found that sometime while I was sleeping, I had thrown my cut in its usual spot in my room. After putting socks and shoes on, I decended down the stairs and found my mother and daughter at the kitchen table. Someone had made pancakes and coffee, the clean dishes had been put away and the dirty ones were in the dishwasher.

"Morning, Dad," Callie smiled, holding a hot cup of coffee in her hands. "Hungry?"

"No, not really. I'll take some coffee though; black." I rubbed my eyes as I sat at the table. I placed a kiss on my mother's temple. "Morning, Ma. Did Callie help you out of bed this morning?"

My mom shook her head. "No, mijo, I did it myself."

"Mom," I scolded. "You know you shouldn't be getting out of that big of a bed by yourself."

"I am not a child, mijo," she snapped, sharply slapping my hand. "Do not treat me as such." A look of awkwardness sat on Callie's face as she set the coffe cup infront of me.

"What's your plan for the day, Cal?" I asked, cautiously sipping the piping hot coffee.

"Not sure," She shrugged. "Didn't you want me to meet your other biker friends?"

"Oh, yeah," I grumbled. Honestly, I had totally forgotten about the others. "You sure you want to be meeting them so soon after you got here?"

"Mijo," My mother scolded. It was apparently her turn to scold. "You talk as if you're embarrassed by your friends. I think they're a great bunch."

"Ma, will you just-" My annoyance made me loose the ability to make words so I stopped to gather my thoughts. "I thought Callie would have liked to unpack some more and find a place before meeting them."

"Already done," My mother shot back. "Well, the unpacking part. Besides, Nieta should get to know the most important people in the town."

I hung my head. My mom calling Callie granddaughter in Spanish got me. How was it that me, a cold blooded killer for the Sons of Anarchy, was melting into an emotional puddle because my mom used a Spanish word? She had always used them before. I scratched my head and looked into the brown eyes I had given my daughter.

"What do you think, Callie?"

There was a new vehicle parked where all the old ladies and family members of the Sons parked their cars. It was one of those BMW suv things; the license plate was from Texas. I suddenly remembered Happy's daughter had just moved here. As I parked my bike with the others, I noticed Tig sitting on his bike, getting ready to leave for southern Oregon.

Once my bike shut off, a weird silence settled over the compound. I got off my bike and approached the man who I least got along with.

"Getting ready to leave?" I shoved my hands in my pockets as I talked to Tig. He looked at me like I had a hole in my head. "Okay, fair enough."

"You met Callie, yet?" Tig asked, flicking his cigarette butt away.

"Nuh-uh," I shook my head. "She in there?" Tig nodded. "Ride safe, brother."

Tig ignored my comment and started his bike, roaring out of the compound. I scratched my blonde head and went into the clubhouse. A few of the younger guys stood at the billiards table, chatting amongst each other. The older members like Clay, Bobby, and Piney stood at the bar, surrounding Happy and someone else. Must have been his daughter.

Happy, with his freakishly sharp hearing, heard me enter and left the group. He put an arm around my shoulders and lead me to the bar. "Kozik, meet my daughter."

She turned to look at me, a dazzling smile on her face. My closest friend's daughter was beautiful. Perfectly tanned skin, light brown eyes encased in a smart pair of glasses, and brown hair that fell down her back in waves. She didn't look anything like Happy; but those eyes sure were his. I should not have felt like such a teenager, seeing Happy's daughter for the first time. Not to mention she was way younger than I.

"Nice to meet you," I held out my hand, doing my best not to look like a retard. "Call me Kozik."

"Sounds like a last name to me," She smiled, taking my hand in shake. "I'm Carolina, but prefer Callie."

"Trust me, you don't want to know my first name." This was definitely not the first time I cursed my parents for my first name. Herman. Possibly the ugliest name in history.

But Carolina...a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Even if she hadn't been Happy's daughter, I doubted she would ever want to be with an old man like me. She turned back around and finished her conversation with Clay. Something about the Banditos and Hells Angels in Texas. I went to the pool table and watched as Jax and Opie lazily played. Juice was on the couch, probably hacking into someone's account or something.

"What do you think of Callie, Koz?" Opie asked as Jax knocked the yellow ball into a side pocket.

"She's...uh-" I lost words as I glanced over at her at the bar. Happy looked as if he was never going to leave her side. And I didn't blame him. He hadn't seen or heard from her in years.

"Hot." Jax answered for me as he stood. His best friend laughed. I bit the inside of my cheek. "What, you gone the other way all the sudden?"

"No," I was quick to defend my heterosexuality. "Carolina's my best friend's daughter, firstly. And secondly, she's like ten years younger than me. I doubt she'd even be interested..."

"Fine," Opie spoke as he bent down to score. "More for me."

"Oh yeah? What makes you think she'd be interested in a guy with two kids?" Jax challenged.

"You think you're a better canidate? You've got a kid and an old lady." Opie raised an eyebrow.

"It's the VP patch. The ladies can't keep their hands off me, baby."

Shaking my head, I looked back at the bar. I wondered if there was anything else Happy hadn't told me. I mean, I had known the guy for longer than I could keep track of. Shrugging off the haze of unasked questions, I watched Callie as she answered a call on her expensive cell phone. With a finger in her ear, she jumped off of the tall chair and exited the clubhouse. A light smile came on my face; she was going to have to get a cheap prepaid if she was planning to keep in contact with Hap.

Callie reentered the clubhouse a minute or two later. By this time Jax had lost to Opie and ventured to the bar to get another beer. Happy's daughter had a brilliant smile on her face as she put a hand on his arm. Feeling a little curious and absolutely nosey, I went to the bar and pretended like I was thirsty.

The call I had just ended had put an enormous smile on my face. As I returned to the bar, I attempted to hide it; no need to look like a smiling idiot. I noticed Jax had taken up a spot at the bar next to the chair I had sat in. I had to admit, the vice president of the club was cute - no, cute was for boys under fifteen. Jackson Teller was handsome, and he knew it. However, I had the strange feeling that he was already taken. Besides, I wasn't really looking for a boyfriend. Not even someone to hook up with. I had, after all, just moved there.

"Hey, dad," I spoke softly, touching his arm to get his attention. From my peripheral, I noticed Kozik approach the bar. I couldn't help but think he was a little creepy. "I just got off the phone with a friend and she said that she's going to be here in a couple of days to drop off Reilly and help my with my own place."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah," My father nodded, gripping his sweating beer in his left hand. "Does she need a place to crash too?"

"If you're okay with it..." I couldn't help the puppy dog eyes I gave him. It had been a serious habit when I lived with my mom and I never got out of it.

"Of course, don't give me that look. I already said it was fine for a damn mutt to be in my house for a bit..."

Ignoring the insult to my sweet pooch, I smiled. "Thanks."

"Where are you driving to pick your friend up?" Jax asked. Was it odd that I didn't mind complete strangers to know about my personal plans? I didn't think so. Or, at least I hadn't thought about it.

"You have a dog?" Juice spoke from the couch from across the room.

"Oakland airport. And yes, Juice, I have a dog."

"Oooh, Oakland's risky," Clay muttered; I swore I saw him narrow his eyes behind those sunglasses he hadn't yet taken off.

I was confused. Oakland risky? I hadn't ever heard any rumors about it being too bad. I knew there was a couple gangs, the Mayans and Niners, that pushed up on Oakland as best as they could. That's what I get for having a lawyer as a brother. With my confused look, I continued to stare at Clay.

"How so?"

"Let's say the Sons are in short supply of friends in O-Town." Piney, Opie's father skimmed over the details. I was going to have to get used to that, information being left out.

"I'm not a Son," I retorted. "And I just got here; I doubt they're going to find out I'm involved with ya'll by the time I get Lacey."

There was a silence, eerie and awkward, among the Sons and myself. Oh, Lord, there I went; being all Texas and everything. I knew it was the ya'll that had thrown everyone off.

"'Ya'll'?"My father growled. "Please don't tell me you're a hick..."

"No, it's a habit. If you remember I've been in Texas for nintey percent of my life. It takes a while for the Southern Charm to wear off."

I earned a few chuckles from that.

I felt like a rat, eavesdropping on Callie's conversation with the rest of the guys. However, it had been pretty cute to hear Callie say "ya'll". The blush that had risen across her face when she realized her faux pas made me smile. But the Lacey thing worried me. I swore I caught a sense of hesitation when I heard her say "friend'. I felt like Tig, creeping on this girl's personal business. But now that the question was in my mind, I couldn't get it out.

Could Callie be gay?

Not long after her dialect incident, Callie declared it was time for her to go home. She was still tired from the drive and was used to Texas time. Where she had been was two hours a head of Charming; I didn't blame her for wanting to sleep. Sleep was one of those things a Son had to get used to giving up, along with his sense of right and wrong. Even I had to admit mine was somewhat skewed.

Callie said her goodbye's and nice-to-meet-you's before leaving. I had recieved a handshake. Which I suppose could strengthen my case that she played for the other team, but she had hugged everyone else. I guess she had something against me. As she left the clubhouse, Jax followed close on her heel. The unhappiness on Happy's face was clear.

"I got it, Hap," I uttered, patting his back and heading outside.

I needed a smoke anyway.

As the two walked to her golden BMW, they talked loud enough for our Russian connections to hear them in Saint Petersburg. Alright, perhaps not that loud; but I was able to hear.

"Like it in Charming so far?" Jax asked, his skinny fingered hands in the front pocket of his jeans.

"Well, since I've only been here for a day, I'm judging on appearances. Give me a week or two and I'll be able to answer better." She replied, earning a laugh from him.

"Listen, what Piney said about Oakland is true," Jax drawled once they stopped at the back end of her car. "And you're right that so far, they don't know about you. But they, the Niners and Mayans, got people up here, and right now, they ain't happy with us. As soon as you leave this lot, I can guarantee they're going to find all they can about you. I'm sure it would put Happy at ease if someone escorted you there. And this isn't a suggestion; I'm telling you Opie and I are going to ride to O-Town with you to pick up your friend and dog."

Callie screwed up her lips for a second or two and focused her weight on her left foot. Looking up as Jax, I could tell she wasn't a fan of this idea.

"Well," She started. "Only if it doesn't inconvinence you guys. I'm not going to fight it because I have a feeling you'll just do what you want. Either way, I'm going to Oakland to get Lacey and Reilly."

Jax chuckled. "Alright, lemme give you my number incase you need something else. Do you have some paper? And maybe a pen, too?"

It was Callie's turn to laugh as she dug into her purse, retrieving both items. Jax scribbled down his digets and gave everything back to her. She thanked him for his hospitality, to which he replied "no problem." They hugged, as if the two had known each other since they were kids. As Jax strode back to the clubhouse and Callie pulled out of where she parked, I kept my eyes focused on the concrete in front of me.

As the BMW left the loft, Jax lit up his own cigarette and stood next to where I sat on the bench.

"What do you think of 'er?" He asked, cancer stick hanging on his lips.

"I think you should be focused on Tara and getting your kid back." I tried not to sound too hostile.

"Easy man," Jax raised an eyebrow. "It's not like I'm looking to marry Callie or anything."

I shrugged. "That's probably a good thing."

"Why?" He gave me another weird look.

"Something's off. She's too pretty, too nice. I don't think she's into dudes."

Jax gave a hearty laugh and put out his cigarette.

"That's the funny thing about you, Koz," He spoke, still laughing as he opened the door to the clubhouse. "You think out of the box... WAAYY out of the box."