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The pain registered, shooting throughout Katie's head, but when she turned to look at the girl she could tell by the look on her face it didn't have the desired effect. The girl stood with the blackjack in her hand, fear and disbelief clearly written all over her face, frozen and unable to move. Katie drew her gun quickly, pointing it directly in the blonds face.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Katie growled darkly, then her gaze fell on Gemma's motionless body lying on the ground.
"I… How did it not knock you out?" The girl asked with a trembling voice.
"Get down on your fucking knees and don't move or I will blow your brains out," Katie growled as she quickly looked into the van, in search of something to tie the girl up with.
She spotted a roll of duct tape on the floor under the seat and grabbed it. Katie put a boot on the girls back and pushed her to the ground, face down, roughly grabbing her wrists and putting them behind her back and holding them with one hand before getting on top of her to hold her down. She holstered her gun and went to work with the tape.
"You try to move, or break free and I will snap you like a fucking twig, got it?" Katie growled as she started to secure her hands then moved onto her feet.
After securing the girl she moved to Gemma, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Aunt Gem, come on, wake up," Katie said trying to shake her a couple times. Finally getting her to stir, she made sure she was ok, then turned her attention back to the girl.
"What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you?" Katie demanded in her most intimidating voice.
"I'm not telling you shit, race trader," the girl sobbed.
Katie delivered a swift kick to the girl's side causing her to gasp for the breath that was knocked from her.
"I'm gonna ask you again, who are you? What were you planning on doing?" Katie demanded again, circling the girl like a predator circles its prey.
"I won't tell you shit, beat me as much as you want," the girl croaked.
"Oh, I'm not gonna beat you," Katie chuckled as she got back on top of the girl.
"I'm starting with you pinky finger, I'm gonna cut them off one by one until you tell me what I want to know," Katie said unsheathing her K-bar.
Gemma was finally sitting up now, leaning against the back tire of the van, rubbing the back of her head and staring at Katie with a questioning look.
"You wouldn't," the terrified girl sobbed.
"Try me," Katie growled as she put the sharp blade against her tiny, quivering finger. "Who are you? What were you planning on doing?" Katie put more and more pressure on the blade.
"Tell me what I want to know," Katie warned.
The pressure Katie had on the blade was starting to cut into the finger causing the sobbing girl to bleed as she fought to try and move her hands from Katie's vice like grasp.
"OK, OK!" The girl finally cried. "My name is Polly Zobelle."
Katie finally released the pressure and the knife and sat back.
"Jesus Christ," Katie said shooting a look at Gemma. "What was the plan here?"
"I can't," the girl cried.
"Don't test me darlin'," Katie warned.
After a long pause the girl finally started to talk. The plan was for Polly to knock Gemma out and take her to one of the utility houses off one of the back roads and leave her for Zobelle's crew to pay her a visit and relay a message, stop selling guns to color. Apparently, they hadn't planned on Katie being with Gemma and that sent their whole plan south.
Katie's hands shook with anger as the girl gave the details.
"What time are they supposed to be there?" Katie asked.
"In an hour," the girl replied with a sigh.
Katie didn't ask anything else or waste anymore time, she grabbed her prepay and called Clay. She gave him the rundown of what was going on and what the plan was. She could feel his anger resonate through the phone as he barked his orders and devised a new "plan". Katie listened intently to make sure she didn't miss a single detail that was delivered by the furious president. After Clay hung up Katie threw the phone into her pocket, helped Gemma up off the ground and walked her off to the side to explain the plan.
A half an hour later they were at the utility house waiting on Clay and the club. After the club arrived Clay had the prospect and Piney escort Gemma back to her house, requesting Katie stay in case they need an extra body with good aim. They hid the bikes, then themselves and waited in the dark for Zobelle's men to arrive.
"So you gave me the short version, wanna fill me on the details of what happened?" Clay asked as they keep an eye out for headlights.
"Bitch came up on us at the red-light, jumped out of her car screaming that her baby swallowed something so Gemma and I went to check it out. When I was leaning in to check the kid I heard a thump, then saw the baby was fake and went to turn around then the bitch hit me with a black jack. Thank God I inherited the Marrow thick skull, you shoulda seen her fucking face when I turned around and looked at her. The fear was priceless," Katie said with a dark chuckle that reminded Clay of Tig in an eerie way.
Just as Katie finished her story they spotted headlights coming down the road.
"Quiet," Clay ordered in a short, authoritative voice.
The club sat quietly as they watched the figures get out of the van, pulled the masks down over their faces and entered the utility house. Polly's plan had been to string Gemma up to a fence so instead they used Polly and put a bag over her head. Katie and the club drew their guns, waiting for the masked men to realize the wrong person was tied to the fence.
"Fuck!" An angery voice rang from inside the building.
"They musta seen my little note," Katie said with a dark chuckle.
Clay shot her a questioning look.
"I wrote 'fuck you' on the tape I put over the bitches mouth," Katie replied with a broad grin.
"Nice touch kid," Clay said with a pat on Katie's back. "Everyone get ready."
Just then, the steel door of the utility house swung open and the men walked out, masks sitting on top of their heads with a sobbing Polly in tow behind them. Katie and the club took their cue and swarmed around them, guns drawn. Happy and Opie blocked the door while Katie, Jax and Tig stood behind Clay with Juice, Chibs, Bobby and Kozick around sides.
"Lose something?" Clay asked as he stepped forward.
"What hell?" The man with the tattoo on his neck asked. "What is this?"
"You tell me, friend," Clay replied. "What happened, your message not go according to plan?"
"What are you talking about?" The square jawed, beady eyed man asked in an innocent tone.
"You know what he's talkin' about. Your little bitch there sang like a bird when I threatened to cut her fingers off," Katie said with a smile from behind Clay.
"You fucking race traitors, if you weren't selling guns to the wet backs we wouldn't be here right now," the tattooed man spoke again.
"Is that so? And why is that any worry of yours?" Clay asked.
"Anything that makes the color stronger is our business. We need to preserve our race. And I swear to God you fucking cunt if you did anything to her I'll kill you," he said narrowing his eyes past Clay and at Katie.
"I didn't this time, but I can promise next time you try to relay a message through my aunt or anyone else and your little sweetie won't be so lucky," Katie said in a low voice.
"Now everyone, turn around and get down on your knees," Clay said in a mocking voice.
It took a little persuading but eventually they were all down on their knees, then searched and stripped of their guns. Everyone in SAMCRO including Katie took turns walking down the line, punching each man as hard as they could until they were unconscious. When it came to Polly however, Katie got the blackjack and returned the "favor". The club left them in an unconscious heap as they rode off back towards Charming.
Once back at the club house everyone sat down and had a beer and a few shots. Katie finished her beer and jumped up, ready to head to Gemma's when Clay stopped her.
"Katie, I just wanna say you did good tonight," he said making sure he had the attention of the rest of the guys in the room. "I'm proud of you, doing what you had to do to protect Gemma and this club," he said as he put his arm around her shoulders.
"I trust and believe in you as much as I do any one of my brothers and we are lucky to have you home," he said as he kissed her on the cheek and raised his beer. "To Katie!"
"To Katie!" The guys chimed while raising their beer bottles and shot glasses.
"Thanks Uncle Clay," she said with a broad smile. "I gotta get to Gemma's."
"No, let the prospect and Piney handle that. You did enough tonight, relax and get some rest," he said handing her another beer.
Katie sat for a while drinking with the guys. As time passed each of them, one by one, either went home or back to the dorms. Tig stood up and walked over to Katie giving her a kiss on the cheek and a long, tight hug.
"I'm proud of you baby. I'll see you in the morning," he said with another kiss on the cheek before he locked eyes with her and turned to leave.
Katie watched as Tig walked out of the club house, actually going home for once. She had wanted him to stay and drink with her, hang out with her, but she didn't want to admit it in front of Chibs who was sitting close next to her.
"Ey darlin', I'm quite proud a ya to," Chibs whispered into her ear causing chills to spread throughout her body and for her to suddenly forget about Tig. "Why don't we go back ta my room so I can take a look at tha bump on your 'ead."
Katie leaned into him as he spoke, letting his deep, sexy voice fill her head and hot breath caress her ear. A simply smile danced across her face when he pulled away and got up to walk in the back. Katie quickly got up to follow when Clay's voice brought her out of her daze.
"Where you going?" He asked.
"Oh, Chibs is gonna check out my head, then I'm gonna go to bed. I didn't get make sleep last night on your couch," she said with a teasing smile.
"Come here and give me a hug," Clay said stretching his arms out.
Katie obeyed and walked over to her waiting uncle, relaxing into his grasp as he wrapped his long, thick arms around her and squeezed. Ever since she was little, there was always something relaxing and comforting about Clay's hugs. She always felt safe and relaxed when his python like arms were around her.
"I meant what I said, you did good tonight and I am incredibly proud of you. I love you baby girl," he said into her hair as he hugged her tightly.
"Thanks Uncle Clay, that means a lot to me. I love you to," she replied into his chest.
After breaking the hug Katie made her way into the back to Chibs room. She walked in only to find the room empty.
"Maybe he's in the bathroom," she thought as she turned to close the door behind her but was startled to find Chibs standing there, door already closed.
Before she could say anything he grabbed her and crashed his lips to hers. His lips were definitely her kryptonite. He kissed her deeply and passionately, as he pulled her as close as he could to him causing Katie to moan. She tangled her hands in his long, salt and pepper mane as Chibs walked her backwards to the bed. Gently he laid her down on her back and brought his weight on top of her, never breaking the kiss. Katie wrapped her good leg around his waist, pulling him closer to her and causing him to moan. Chibs broke the kiss and moved his lips to Katie's neck. His skilled lips and tongue kissing and nibbling every inch of sensitive skin he could reach while his goatee tickled heightening the sensations shooting through her body. Her breath was becoming shallow and her pulse started to race as she squirmed under his touch. She had never had a man affect her the way that he was right now and it was slowly starting to drive her out of mind.
Suddenly, Chibs pulled away from her neck, leaving it feel cold in his absence and looked at her with lust filled eyes. His breath was ragged like Katie's as he grounded his hips into her wanting core. His hair was a mess from her hands on the back of his head and his dark, heavy lidded eyes were intently fixed on hers.
"Let me show ya how proud I am of ya darlin'," he said as his hips moved slightly against hers and he brought a rough hand to her face. "But only if yar ready, I don't want ya to do anythin' yar not ready to do."
"I'm ready to do you," Katie said with a smile as she moved her hips with his and leaned up to kiss him again.
Chibs responded with a moan and pressed his lips to hers once again, his tongue fighting hers for control. Katie pulled at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She let her eyes rake over his broad, tattooed chest taking in every scar, every ripple and storing it to her memory. Chibs sat her up and pulled her shirt off and laid her back down, looking at her for a minute no doubt doing what she had just done.
"Christ, yar beautiful," he growled before leaning down to place hungry kisses on the top of her still bra clad breasts.
Katie couldn't take it anymore, she needed him. With force she pushed him off of her, causing him to give her a questioning look until he saw her reach for the button on her jeans. With a broad smile he took the hint and followed her lead by beginning to undo his belt. As soon as he stepped out of his jeans Katie reached up and pulled him back on top of her now naked body.
"Wow there darlin' someone doesn't want ta wait anymore," he said as she pulled him down.
"Do you have any idea how long it's been for me and how badly I want you right now, "Katie replied in a husky voice before bringing his lips down to meet hers once more.
While he kissed her, Chibs ran his large, rough hands over her soft skin. His touch made her skin burn and tingle everywhere it left and made the fire in her core burner hotter and hotter. After what seemed like a lifetime of waiting she felt him position himself to enter her wanting center. After what seemed like a lifetime of waiting the pleasure finally drowned out the pain.