Laura

Later that night, I found myself sitting on my bed, staring across the room staring at Beck, Kevin, and Kate. Kate had apparently informed them only that, "Laura's going to tell us about her life and I bet it's a story that you absolutely have to know!"

"So what do you want to know?" I asked cautiously.

"Everything," she replied. I sighed. She was way too excited about hearing about my life. Of course, she thought I was going to tell her a lot of really cool things about the Sons of Anarchy.

"Well, I'm half Native American. I was actually born in Montana. I don't know what tribe or where from. My mom and dad knew each other for four months and he gave her a baby before he just disappeared. She knew his name was Daniel Mase so she gave me his last name and gave me an Indian sounding middle name. Her parents pretty much disowned her for getting pregnant by "a dark skinned devil." She was only nineteen and she was working as a waitress. When I was three months old, she decided that there was nothing left for us in Montana and she wanted somewhere warm and small. So we moved to Charming, California.

"Mom got a job working in a tiny diner right off the highway and got to work raising me. I wish I could say that she was this determined, strong single mother who would do anything for her daughter and wished she had more time to spend with me. This wasn't true though. Mom wished that she didn't have me. She worked as little as she could and we lived paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment just above the laundry mat. When we couldn't pay our electricity bill, we stayed warm from the heat from the dryers below.

"Mom wasn't tough on me or strict because she didn't care. She never saw a single one of my report cards, she never went to a single PTA meeting, or attended any of my events. She just didn't care. She got up in the morning after I went to school, left me a list of chores, went to work, and I never knew where she went after that. She always came in later than me. I pretty much grew up in solitude.

"I got a job at the town's gas station when I was fifteen and I worked there for a year to save up enough money to buy my car. I'd known my whole life about the Sons of Anarchy. They were the motorcycle club that kept Charming's streets clean and made sure other motorcycle gangs stayed out. They didn't let drugs or prostitution into Charming and Charming tolerated them. It was a symbiotic relationship. So I wasn't afraid when I went to the Teller-Morrow garage where the motorcycle club was housed out of. I went to buy a car for cheap. I ended up meeting Juice."

I smiled as I told them about Juice cheekily walking up to me and grabbing my ass. I told them about him coming to the apartment after school the next day and knocking on my door until I answered. I told them about Gemma bringing me into her house for family dinners and Half Sack teaching me how to box. About Tig teaching me how to use a gun and Clay trying to teach me how to smoke a cigar. Bobby teaching me how to cook and Chibs teaching me about the true IRA. I didn't have happy memories with my mother. I barely had any memories with her. I had happy memories with the club. I had memories of Christmases and birthdays. Then, my mom found out when Juice and I were together for a year.

"She lost it on me. I came home one day to find her sitting at the kitchen table. Of course, I came home at eight o'clock when school let out at three, so I already had one strike against me. And then there was the fact that my car was sitting in the driveway and I'd pulled up on Juice's Dyna. The first thing she said to me was, 'Marilyn from the diner told me that you're dating a biker.' It was my first ever screaming match with my mom. I told her that there was no way I was ever going to stop seeing Juice and she told me that as long as I lived under her roof, I would abide by her rules. I started staying at the clubhouse more often and eventually, I just moved out. She doesn't even know where I'm going to college at. We completely stopped talking after the fight."

"Wow, so the club really is better for you," Kate commented.

"Yep. Do you guys want to tell me about your lives?"

"Nope. We want to eat Chinese food."

I shrugged and we went back to eating our food.

Juice

"You got to be fucking kidding me! I don't want to take a dick in the ass!" I groaned.

"Don't worry so much about it!" Hap scolded. I sighed. First Tig cracked my rib so that I would have to be put in the infirmary and now I was going to have to face Dion on my own. I did not want to take a dick up my ass. "It's like Clay said, there's a fifty/fifty chance you won't have to take a dick up your ass. Chances are, Laroy's boys will get there to save you."

"And if they don't?"

"Do what you have to for the club," Hap ordered.

"Would you?" I demanded.

He turned to face me and stared me directly in the eyes. I looked away. I didn't need to know what Happy had done for the club. I just nodded in agreement and Happy left. I waited for Dion to arrive and prayed that I wouldn't get ass fucked. I didn't even like talking to Laura about furthering our experimentation. Once, during sex, she'd reached back and her fingers had slipped a little far and it felt okay but it wasn't something I was really into. I much preferred her fingers digging into my ass cheeks as I thrust into her. Or her heels beating a rhythm against the backs of my thighs as her voice sounded in my ear, begging me to go faster or harder. The thought of it gave me half a hard on and I cursed that as Dion wandered into the infirmary.

He was quite the black specimen and he was not afraid to admit that he liked guys. He went straight for my dick. I'd never met a guy in county who wanted to touch your dick while he wanted to deliver his own. Unfortunately for me, he felt the half of a chubby that I got while I was thinking about Laura. Luckily, his big rough hand made it go away really quickly. I was just praying that Laroy's boys got there quick. God must have heard me because Laroy's boys arrived and kicked the shit out of Dion before he could get anything anywhere near the inside of me.

I was walking out to the yard, feeling like king of the world. Happy, Tig, Jax, and Clay were standing off to the side, studying me. They were probably making some jokes about me being a faggot and smiling because I took it from a big black daddy. But I didn't care. I did my job for the club. I did well and nobody could say that I didn't. I did my part for the brotherhood. I was on top of the world, until I felt the hand grab my shoulder. I only had a second to register what was going on until I felt the sharp point of a shank sliding into my side, too close to my kidneys for comfort.

It felt like fire was exploding just under my rib cage. It was the sharp, inescapable pain of a well sharpened, shitty instrument. A million things ran through my mind. It started with wondering how the fuck my assailant managed to get a weapon so sharp and ended with me thinking of how freaked out Laura would be when she heard that I got injured. Or how freaked out she'd be if I died. It would kill her. We'd barely been engaged. I couldn't die. We still had to pay off the house. If I died, Laura would have to survive off the savings I made. The money would pay off the house until she got out of college and Clay would probably give her some cushy job in the garage so she would work as a secret nurse for the club. But she wouldn't be happy with that. And what would she do for comfort? She'd have to marry another club member. That wouldn't make her happy. Those men didn't know shit about treating a woman right. Laura would just be another old lady, getting used up and pissed off. If I died I would never get to see babies with her soft green eyes or my stupid ass grin. I couldn't die.

Off in the distance, I heard Clay shouting for the guards and I felt Jax grasping at my hand as my body bowed. Somebody yanked the makeshift weapon out of my side and threw it to the side. I screamed again. The blood running down my side warmed my body and I turned my head to look at it. It was pouring over the ground. All of it couldn't be mine. It was way too much blood to occupy any one man's body. I looked up at Jax to find that he had gone pale. Then, the guards grabbed me and carried me away. I found the strength in me to yell, "Don't you dare tell Laura! Don't tell her until I'm either dead or you know for certain I'm going to be okay! Don't make her worry over me!"

That was the last thing I remembered. After that, it was only darkness until I woke up in the white, sterile hospital room. My vital organs had been spared but the prison hospital wasn't able to hold me so I'd been moved to a heavily guarded hospital near the prison. I didn't care. I was still alive. I would be able to see beautiful little Ortiz babies running around mine and Laura's big front yard. I smiled before I slipped back into the dark lull of unconsciousness.