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The next morning I rolled my lazy ass out of the bed and shuffled into the bathroom. I washed my face of the oils and sweat and combed through my hair. I sighed looking into the mirror, the bruising around my eye went down a little but it was still obvious I have a black eye. I quickly put on some cover up and foundation and hopped Opie wouldn't notice. I went back into the bed room and rummaged through my stack of clothes pulling out a pair of grey skinny jeans, a black long sleeve shirt and pulled on a pair of ankle socks. I sat on the bed and pulled on my black ankle boots.
I skipped down the hallway and stopped at the bar where Jax was sitting with Tig and Chibs.
"Hey guys." I said smiling.
"Hey, what are you doing today?" Jax asked.
"Well, I was hoping I could find Opie, and then I have to work tonight." I informed them.
"Opie is working at the lumber yard nowadays." Tig said taking a drag of a cigarette.
"Where you working?" Jax asked.
"The Hairy Dog." I said pulling some Orange Juice out of the fridge and drinking from the carton.
"Do you know that spreads germs." Clay said taking the carton from me and pouring me a glass full. I smiled in thanks.
"The Hairy Dog huh?" Jax asked.
"Yeah, bartending ya know?" I said and put the glass in the sink.
"If ya like I can get someone to take you to see Opie." Clay said.
"I can take you." Jax said standing up from his bar stool.
"You sure, I can go myself." I said.
"I gotta talk to him anyways." Jax said pulling his head towards the door telling me to follow him. I followed him out of the clubhouse and to his bike. He threw his leg over the seat and held his helmet out to me. I smiled and rolled my eyes slipping on behind him and placing the helmet on my head. I smiled to myself as I slipped my arms around Jax's waist, just like old times.
We pulled up to the lumber yard moments later. It looked as though everyone was going on break. I hopped off the back of the bike and handed my helmet to Jax. He hung it on the handle bar and put the kickstand down and stood beside me as Opie walked towards his truck, not yet noticing us. He took off his hard hat and looked at us, his features lit up with a big smile, I ran over to my brother and let him pick me up off the ground and twirl me around much like Jax's did one day earlier. I breathed in his scent of cigarette smoke and oak trees. God I missed him.
"Rose, what are you doing here?" Opie asked.
"I decided it was time to come home." I said still hugging him.
"When did you get back?"
"Yesterday, I stayed at the clubhouse last night. Saw Dad, thought I would surprise you." I told him pulling away from his warm embrace.
"Jesus, what the hell happened to your face?" he asked turning my face from side to side. Obviously I didn't do too great of a job hiding the bruise.
"Just got into a fight." I said. He knew I was lying and gave me a sideways glance before seeing Jax and pulling him into a 'bro' hug'. I smiled seeing the two act like brothers.
The time spent with my brother was short lived seeing as to how he had to get back to work. I climbed on behind Jax as we made our way back to the clubhouse. Halfway to the clubhouse Deputy Hale pulled up next to Jax and I at the stoplight.
"Teller!" He called, Jax and I looked over at him. "You know anything about that warehouse that blew up?"
What warehouse? I asked myself, what is Jax getting himself into.
"I heard about it, don't know anything." I said determined not to let anything slip about that warehouse. "Little outta your jurisdiction isn't it?"
We rode through the light Hale instantly catching up with us.
"The whole area was liter with casing and gun parts." Hale said. "Warehouse was a weapons depot."
"No kidding." Jax replied glancing at him.
"Chief Unser is retiring at the end of the month, I'll be stepping into those shoes, he's always had a look the other way policy with the Sons of Anarchy."
"Unser's a lazy drunk." Jax said shaking his head. I held tighter around his waist as I saw the look Hale was giving me.
"I will not look the other way Jax." Hale stressed. "Just a heads up."
"We're all free men protected by the constitution." Jax said. "You look anyway you want Chief."
We pulled in front of Hale and headed towards the clubhouse.
In the parking lot I stepped off Jax's motorcycle and gave him his helmet back.
"What's going on with the warehouse?" I asked annoyed.
"Not out here." He said taking my hand and leading me into the clubhouse and to his dorm room.
"Does my brother have anything to do with this?" I asked I was beyond worried; I didn't want Opie to go back to prison like last time.
"Look, the night before you came back the warehouse was torched; we had reason to believe it was the Mayans working with Darby." Jax explained. "All our guns and ammo, everything was destroyed."
"What did you do last night?" I asked putting two and two together.
"Harley." He sighed.
"Don't 'Harley' me Jax; you came back covered in someone else's blood, with a bulletproof vest on." I said throwing my hands in the air. He sighed once more and continued.
"Last night we blew up the Mayans warehouse. Before we could finish the job some of them showed up, we killed two of them; the third ran off, I guess he doubled back or something. He shot me, I went down, Clay and Chibs shot him down." He said. Tears gathered in my eyes as I listened to the details of last night. "I could be dead right now if I wasn't wearing it."
"I have to go to work." I said pushing past him not wanting to talk anymore. I went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. I quickly washed my hair seeing as to how it was 4:00. I hopped out of the shower and dried off as quick as I could, I pulled on my uniform that consisted of the black tank top with 'The Hairy Dog' written across the chest in big purple letters, and my choice of jeans or shorts. I chose a pair of skinny jeans, paired with my black leather ankle boots. I walked out of the bathroom drying my hair with the blue towel in my hands. Jax was still in the room, sitting on the bed flipping through an old notebook, he quickly sat it down when I came out of the bathroom.
"Shouldn't you put some clothes on." He said eyes scanning my body.
"This is my uniform Jax." I said throwing the towel at him. He let it hit him in the face then threw it to the ground frustrated.
"At least put a jacket on." He said scowling.
"When did you become my father?" I asked annoyed. He let out an angry sigh and glared at me.
"Let me take you to work." He said.
"No." I walked out of the room with my purse in one hand and my keys in the other. I heard the door open behind me and Jax caught up to me.
"I'm sorry." He apologized.
"Go see your son." I said flatly. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to him. My body slammed up against his chest, I couldn't stop the trembles that went through my body upon the contact.
"Hey, what's your problem?" He asked pissed.
"If my brother goes back to ja-
"He's not gonna." Jax said and stormed off ahead of me. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together. 4:30, I had to get to work. I stormed out of the clubhouse annoying the glares Jax was shooting my way. I got in my car and made my way towards The Hairy Dog. Fifteen minutes I pulled up to the small bar and walked inside. The crowd hasn't showed up yet, which I was thankful for, this being my first day and all.
Harry waved 'hi' to me and got me set up at the bar.
"Tonight won't be too crowded everyone's at the party at TM." I sighed happily.
The night drug on slow as molasses. Only a few people came through the doors, not many drunks. It was nearing 11 o'clock, and I knew soon my shift would be over. I was counting my tips when I noticed the man in the Deputy uniform walk through the door. He sat down across the bar from me.
"Can I get you anything?" I asked him.
"Shot of whiskey." Hale said putting his arms on the counter.
"Didn't think cops were supposed to drink on the job." I said. Pouring some Jake Daniels into the shot glass.
"Off the clock." He said knocking back the whiskey.
I went back to counting to my tips before pocketing the fifty bucks.
"Night Harry." I shouted to the older man down the bar a ways. I grabbed my purse and started outside. I got in my Challenger and started her up. Out of nowhere she died when I went to back up. I sighed and turned the key again, it started, putted a bit then died again. I leaned my head against the steering wheel and pulled out my cell phone. No battery, just perfect. I grabbed my purse and locked the doors, going back inside the bar.
"Hey Harry, got a phone I can borrow?" I asked. He nodded his head and went to get the white cordless phone from the back.
"Car troubles?" Hale asked from beside me.
"Yeah, battery's dead." I answered.
"I can give you a ride." He said standing up.
"You sure?"
"Only had one drink, your house can be that far." He said pulling his keys out of his pocket.
"Never mind Harry, police escort." I laughed and said good night once again. I followed Hale outside to his rusty, beat up, old green Jeep and climbed in the passenger seat.
"Where to Ms. Winston?" he asked starting the old Jeep.
"TM." I said pointing in the direction of the clubhouse. He sighed and pulled out of the parking lot.
I thanked Hale once more for the ride as he dropped me off at the clubhouse, the party was in full swing when I arrived, no doubt plenty of drugs were being passed around. I slammed the door to the Jeep closed and made me way towards the clubhouse a smirk spread across my face when I knew Jax was glaring once again.
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