Walk Away from the Son
Parker Sister Saga continues - Season 2 of SoA
Chapter 17-Payin' Dues
By BG and Reaper
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win
-Dream On - Aerosmith
XXX It's About To Be A What? GIRLFIGHT! XXX
Since Stockton Signs had went out of business, Vix had decided to take a ride to Galt with Nolan and Bodie to see if they could find a good deal on a new sign for Twisted Scissors.
"Sorry Vee, maybe you can have Juice make the Prospect stand outside the salon. Hold up a homemade sign or somethin'?" Nolan suggested as they were walking across the lot after another fruitless search. When Vix failed to respond, he glanced up and saw her rooted in place a few paces back, staring intently across the street. He followed her gaze and saw a chick with blonde hair. Before he could pose a question, Vix was hollering across the street…
"CAW... CAW... CAW!"
Both Nolan and Bodie watched the girl across the street turn in the direction of the noise. A look that bordered on shocked amusement tinged with a bit of fear played on her face. Vix continued, "You know what that sound is, bitch? Hmmmmm? CAW… CAW… CAW! That's the sound of The Crow! Translates into Polly want a beatin?"
Across the street, the blonde dropped the cantaloupe she'd been holding and took off at a mad dash down the sidewalk. Before either of the 'Bama Sons could grab her, Vix bolted, hot on the blonde's heels. Vix chased Polly Zobelle down the block and watched as she darted down an alley next to some sort of Military Surplus store. A half a block behind Vix ran Nolan and Bodie. The 'Bama SONS watched Vix disappear down the alley and sped up their chase pace.
The alley took a sharp right and dead ended behind a business. Vix looked around, it appeared as the Zobelle bitch vanished. It was then she noticed the fire-way beside the building. She peered down it and saw Polly. Vix smirked and walked quickly after her prey, her voice echoing in the small space. "CAW... CAW... CAW! Little Polly…CAW CAW CAW!" Vix watched as Polly stopped and looked at her before making a sharp left out of the fire alley and into a parking lot.
Vix followed suit and was stunned once again to see hide nor hair of the damn chick. She heard footsteps falling hard in the fire-way and turned to see Nolan and Bodie rush into the lot. Suddenly she watched them both stop dead in their tracks and heard them holler something...just as Polly kicked her from behind.
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In an unmarked sedan across from the Galt Military Supply sat ATF Agent June Stahl. One of her underlings currently seated next to her behind the steering wheel muttered, "Did you happened to catch a look at the vests those two bikers are wearing?"
A smile crept onto the fed's face, "Alabama in the house. Hmmm, Polly Zobelle versus Vix Parker...not sure I'd shell out the money for pay-per-view but we'll certainly enjoy a FREE front row seat, hmmm?" She waved her hand dismissively at her driver. "Be useful... snap a few pictures of this for posterity's sake."
XX
The blow knocked Vix sideways but she rolled with the momentum of it and tucked her head in and ended up in a kneeling position. Vix would never trade one summer spent down in 'Bama playing A-team and war with the boys. The skills she gleamed from those sunny days were far better serving than any silly sleep away camp making macramé pot holders.
Vix glanced up at Polly and saw her stare in shock and retreat two or three steps. That hesitation gave Vix the opportunity to get to her feet. She read the girl's next move and was not surprised when Polly charged at her, hands extended looking liable to rip at Vix's hair or claw her face with her finger nails. The youngest Parker sister swiveled her hips and brought her left leg forward, aiming a kick at Polly's chest but surprisingly the chick leaned away. Vix quickly brought her left foot down and moved forward making for a round house kick with her right. She extended her knee and felt her heel connect with Polly's chin
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Even from her seat in the car, the shock of the contact of Parker's foot to Zobelle's chin made Stahl gasp aloud. "Maybe I was wrong, this might be worth paying to see."
Grabbing the camera from the newbie agent, she started snapping various shots, rapid fire. This little scuffle wasn't going to last much longer.
XX
The force of the contact had caused both of Polly's feet to leave the ground and she landed HARD on her ass in the gravel parking lot. "CAW... CAW… CAW! Ya know little Polly... fair warning and all, I DON'T fight like a girl."
Her moment of vanity was short lived as Polly scissored her legs out and swept Vix's feet out from under her. A second later Vix hit the ground, equally as hard as Polly had. "Fair warning ... neither do I." Polly hissed.
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"Damn!" Stahl muttered, lowering the camera and taking in the whole scene through the windshield. "Not sure who I'd bet on here"
"When a fight goes to the ground... the stronger person normally wins." The younger agent pointed out. "My money is on the cute one with the tattoos."
Stahl turned her gaze to the moron sitting next to her. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the Girls Gone Wild - Galt edition.
XX
Polly rolled back two or three feet away and struggled to her knees. Vix was quicker, she bolted up and covered the distance between them throwing punches at the other girl's face. Polly hardly had time to deflect the punches when Vix followed up with a vicious kick to her chest. Polly went skidding backward and landed, once again, on her ass. Vix took two running steps and launched herself at Polly...
The Zobelle offspring popped an elbow strike at Vix's cheek and the pain brought fresh tears to her eyes. Polly used Vix's second of disorientation to latch on to fists full of Vix's hair, pulling them both to their feet. Vix seethed with anger and fed off the burning pain of her scalp. She grabbed hold of Polly's waist and dropped all her weight down on one knee, flipping the bitch on her back. The air left Polly's lungs with a whoosh..
"Enough of this bullshit! You tried to set me on fire you fucking cunt!" Vix screamed and leaned down to unstrap a small .38 snub nose revolver from an hidden ankle holster.
XX
"Holy shit!" The younger agent exclaimed. "Should I call this in?"
Agent Stahl held up her hand in a let's just wait and see gesture.
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Nolan saw the gun and tried to reason with Vix. "A beatin' is one thing darlin'. Offin' this bitch in broad day light in the middle of town for anyone to see... that ain't too smart, girl."
"SHE SET ME ON FIRE!" Vix seethed, gun still pointed at Polly.
From his left, Nolan saw Bodie draw his gun from his shoulder holster and aim it at some point off behind him and to his right. Nolan's hand found its way to the butt of his handgun and was pulling it out when a voice, thick with an Irish accent rang out.
"Lower your weapons, all of you." That, along with the sound of a pump action shot gun feeding a round into the chamber, grabbed everybody's attention. "Polly are you alright, lovey?"
Nolan used the fraction of a second that the Irishman's attention was on the girl laid out on the ground to pull his own gun and set his sights on Edmund Hayes.
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From her seat in the sedan across the street, June Stahl groaned. "Mexican standoff." In the distance, police sirens could be heard. "Shit…who the hell called this in? I want to see how it plays out and now's not the time to be bringing any of these idiots in."
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Bodie narrowed his eyes. "Drop the gun, Lucky Charms."
The police sirens grew louder, making Nolan groan. "Ten to one those sirens are headed our way. Come on Vix, let's go!"
Without taking her eyes or gun off Polly, Vix answered, "You two go... I'm not leaving."
"You know we can't do that." Bodie hissed. "You come on now 'fore this gets real ugly."
"Listen to your friends, darlin'. Think of how this is gonna play out. I own this store, I'm a concerned citizen seeing two bikers and an old lady beatin' the livin' piss outta and pullin' guns, likely illegal at that, on an innocent girl doin' her Saturday shoppin.'"
"Innocent MY ASS!" Vix seethed.
"There's other days for score settling, Vix. Come on now." Nolan pleaded.
"The Po-Po is imminent." Bodie warned with his gun still trained on Edmund.
"I got ears, B" Nolan retorted. He glanced at Vix. "Judgin' by those sirens, we got two minutes, tops sweetheart. Lower your weapon and move your ass, PARKER!"
Vix snarled but eased the hammer on the revolver. Bodie barked at Edmund, "Lower your weapon, IRELAND!"
When Edmund complied, Nolan snatched the gun from Vix, stuffing it in the back of his jeans and re-holstered his own. He grabbed Vix by the arm and rushed through the side entrance to the fire-way.
Bodie nodded and tipped his leather cowboy hat at Edmund. "Slan go foil." He announces in perfect Gaelic tinged with a Texas draw. His excessive watching of Braveheart had finally paid off. He holstered his gun and followed Nolan and Vix down the alley.
Edmund hurried over and helped Polly to her feet. "Are you ok? What the hell was that about, Polly?"
She answered his questions with a question of her own. "Wha-what did that guy say before he left?"
"He said goodbye...for now."
XXX That's My Story(and I'm stickin' to it) XXX
"I can't believe he did that." Vix stared a ways down the empty lot, half-way between Galt and Charming to where Nolan had rolled his own bike…on purpose.
"How else we gonna explain your bruises and bumps, hmm?" Bodie mumbled.
"Take a poll in Charming and the vote would probably reflect doubts about my ability to walk and chew gum at the same time." She started in Nolan's direction. "I'll send you money to repaint her."
Nolan shook his head. "Nah, that's alright." He studied her, "That bump's swellin' up nasty, bet you got a tiny concussion or at least a helluva headache. Let's get you back to Charming. Maybe Jackson's old lady could look ya over." He waved his hand. "Go on and ride with Bodie. Given our cover story, he's apparently the better rider."
Bodie smirked as he fired up his bike. "Can you repeat that? I'd like to hear it again. I'm the better what?"
Nolan nodded curtly. "Let's ride."
Vix climbed on the back of Bodie's bike and secured her helmet. She hollered over the hum of the bikes "I need to swing by Cara Cara. Luann has me and Rachel's pay."
XXX Opps, I Did It Again! XXX
Ima's phone chirped to indicate she had a text message. Sighing as she turned from the rack of lingerie in her dressing room, she flipped it open and saw that it was from Tiffany.
He smiled n nodded at me 3 !
She quickly shot off a response. Who?
A minute later her phone chirped again. JUICE! What should I do?
Ima rolled her eyes. She spotted Bobby walking by and hollered out, "Hey Elvis! Where's the Biker Beautician?"
Bobby stopped mid-stroll. "You know for a little girl you got a HUGE fuckin' attitude problem. And if you ain't noticed, I'm an accountant…not Vix Parker's social secretary."
Ima smirked. "Hmmph, bet you know her sister's schedule though."
That snide remark went all over Bobby. He stepped closer to Ima. "You may be High Bitch In Control here at the cum factory but that shit don't parley to life outside these walls. If you wanna know 'bout Juice's old lady ask HIM, he's here checkin' on some internet shit. As for Jaci, I'd watch yourself. Takin' it up the ass ain't no fun as it relates to a tax audit."
Ima scoffed and turned on her heel, pout firmly in place. She stomped out the door into the waning late afternoon sun. She paced and ranted to no one but herself and her phone chirped again. She flipped open her phone with such force she was amazed the thing didn't break in half. Looking down she read:
Still waiting on advise! OMG! Just heard HIM dishin' about HER & some dude from Alabama? WTF? U were soooo right about HER. She sooooo doesn't deserve HIM! PS Spazz is lookin' 4 U... needs to do test lighting. Where R U?
"Goddamn, Tiff…calm down." Ima mumbled. She turned at the roar of Harleys being driven down the lane that leads to the studio. She types a quick response to Tiff:
I told U So! I need a mental health moment... stand in 4 me 4 lighting.
Ima watched as two SONS pulled up on their bikes and she smirked as she watched Vix climb off the back of one of the bikes. As she watched, the trio carried on a somewhat seemingly heated conversation. Wicked Witch of the South nodded towards where Juice's bike was parked. Even from the distance Ima was from the group they didn't seem too happy. Her phone chirped AGAIN and she quickly read the text.
OK. Have U seen Rodrigo? HE is MIA! Spazz needs him for lighting test too!
Ima believed if she'd been cartoonalized at that very moment there would be a big light bulb hovering above her head. She had to fight the urge not to glance up just in case. She quickly texted a reply and stood smirking as she watched the trio in deep discussion for a few more minutes before making their way slowly across the parking lot.
XXX Stupid Boy XXX
"Sorry Tiff, not happening." Juice said, shaking his head emphatically.
"Oh come on... it'll only take a couple of minutes, ten tops. Spazz just needs to test the lighting." Tiffany pleaded.
"Where the fuck are Ima and Rod? Time is money!" Spazz, the production assistant, hollered across the studio.
"Ima will be back in a bit. She asked me to stand in for the test. Rod's AWOL again…but Juice is gonna fill in for him." Tiff announced.
Spazz rolled his eyes. "Great! Let's get a fuckin' move on or when Luann gets back, guess who's ass she's gonna chew."
Juice groaned. "This is…" He shook his head. "This...I got some bad feelings about this."
"Juice?…they're just asking you to stand in for lighting. What's it gonna hurt?" Bobby asked, trying to reason.
"Famous last words, dude." Juice muttered as he begrudgingly walked across the studio and onto the set.
Tiff smiled at him. "Ok, now all you have to do is stand where they tell you and don't move. Easy as pie."
"Ok people, the first scene is Rodrigo...that's you." Spazz eyed Juice. "Have Ima, um Tiffany, bent over the hood of the car. You are searching her for contraband."
Tiffany smiled and walked over to the prop car, assuming the position. She glanced over her shoulder at Juice, still rooted in place at the edge of the set.
Spazz looked over and rolled his eyes. "You need to be IN the SCENE for the full effect of the light test."
Juice groaned and walked over standing behind Tiffany, bent and spread.
"Thank you." Spazz huffed and took a light reading with a hand held monitor. "Good ... good. Ok, um, fake-Rod, put your right hand on her hip and lean down over her. With your left hand act like you're searching her tits for illegal weapons."
Juice complied with a scowl. The light measurement was taken and Juice waited to hear the next directive but instead he heard a sound that stopped his heart.
"What the hell?" Vix exclaimed as she stood staring at the scene.
XXX Lyin' Eyes XXX
Still standing outside, Ima held open the door leading into the studio. A twisted smile played on her lips as she heard the verbal warfare taking place inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of red as Luann's Corvette pulled into the lot. Putting her acting skills to the test, the porn princess quickly whipped up some frantic tears and spread a look of horror across her facial features. She quietly shut the studio door and rushed off the stoop and across the parking lot to where Luann was parking her car. With her stiletto heels clicking the whole way, Ima arrived panting and playing up the Freaked-Out-Diva role to the hilt. "She's lost her fuckin' mind!"
Gemma glanced over from the passenger seat, "Who?"
"Vix Parker… she is in there." Ima jabbed a finger towards the building, "Wigging the fuck out on poor Tiffany."
"Jesus Fuckin' Christ!" Luann exclaimed.
"She's a complete psycho bitch! I may have to seriously consider NOT working until you can find someone else to replace her. This borders on hostile work environment."
Suddenly the door to the studio flew open, slamming hard against the outside wall of the warehouse. Vix emerged from the building walking backwards. "I'm not talkin' to you, bitch! What? OH! Fuck the High Road… it's so fuckin' ON!" They watched as Vix stormed back inside.
"Holy Fuck!" Ima choked, this time not acting. "I think she's gonna KILL someone."
XXX Take This Job & Shove It! XXX
"What in fuck's sake is going on around here?" Luann screamed as she entered her studio. A cursory glance showed Tiffany crumpled in a sobbing, quivering heep at a seething Vix's feet. Spazz and the crew were wide-eyed and slunk further off to the fringes of the set. A small handful of Sons on the scene showed a mixed bag of reactions.
Bobby stood with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. His face held a "Holy Hell" expression, mixed with a slight look of guilt. Standing next to him, Piney shook his head, chuckling.
Annoyed, Luann hollered at the old man, "Excuse Me! If memory serves you're on the books as Security to protect my girls."
"You don't get to live to my age by stepping in front of runaway trains or getting between Ol' ladies…" He nodded towards Vix. "And the um, objects of their discontent." He stares down at the porn chick still sniffling on the floor and chuckled again.
Luann wheeled around and leveled her stare at Vix. "What the fuck are you even doing here Parker? It's your god damn day off."
"Yeah I bet NONE of y'all were expecting to see me here today." She shot a hostile glare at Juice.
"Like I told you before... that wasn't what it looked like." Juice advised, irritation edging into his voice.
Nolan shook his head and crossed his arms. "I dunno. I got 20/20 vision and I am pretty damn sure it looked like your old lady walked in and caught ya with a half-naked porn chick rubbin' her ass all over ya while you groped her."
"Fuck off." Juice spat at the 'Bama Son.
"Truth hurts don't it, Juicey?" Nolan responded with a cock of his head and a smirk.
Vix rolled her eyes, "Thank you for the instant replay, Nolan. However, what you failed to point out is WHO was doin' the rubbin' and we can't call her Porn Chick... she's an ACTRESS. One whose clearly better known for the things that she does on the mattress."
Tiff's head sprung up, as if controlled by puppet strings, "WHOA!"
"The truth hurts don't it, Tiff." Vix seethed, mimicking Nolan's tone.
"Vix!" Juice barked.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're taking HER side? Damnit, loving you results in whiplash, Ortiz!" Vix shook her head and stared at the floor while she blew out a breath, "I give up. I quit. There's not enough anti-depressants on the planet for me to be able to deal with this shit." Turning on her heel, Vix started towards the door and stopped just short. She spun around and strode over to where Ima was standing. "Keep fuckin' with me and I'll slip that dime-store halo off your head and strangle you with it. You've been warned before but let me remind ya again, stealin' what belongs to someone else won't make you any friends around here."
"Nol! Give me a lift to my sister's?" She glanced over at the 'Bama Son then her eyes flitted over to Juice. She quickly looked away; a sharp sadness pulled at her chest.
"Sure thing, Vee." Nolan quipped and followed after her, but not before shooting Juice a harsh look.
XXX No Use Cryin' Over Spilled Perfume XXX
Twenty minutes later, Vix had arrived at Parker Place just as, across town, Jaci walked down the aisle of canned vegetables on a search for Crowder peas. She cursed the small town grocery store and longed for the huge selections of Walmart back home. Her revelry was cut short by her cellphone coming alive with her baby sister's ringtone. She answered, "Hey chick…you're psychic. I was just about to call you. Are you and Juice coming over tonight or not? Just trying to figure out how much food to buy. Feels like I'm restocking a goddamn charity pantry every few days."
"Oh I'll be there but dickhead won't be." Vix spat and then ranted. "Matter of fact, I'm moving back home. TNT is in my old room right? I'll curl up in my walk in closet. I just can't stay at that apartment with him. And don't, DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT say a damn word on the tattoos."
Jaci rolled her eyes. "What the hell happened now? Vix I tried to bite my tongue, I did… cause I saw it comin'. It's two steps forward and three steps back lately with you two."
"Don't I know it." Vix said with a sigh. "I don't wanna talk about it right now. I'll see ya when you get home."
XXX Let's Fight XXX
It should've been a warning, a talisman, whatever you want to call it. As Juice pushed through the front door at Parker Place, the TV in the living room was blaring the latest Thompson Squared song. The duo sang the words:
Let's Fight, let's cuss, get mad, throw stuff...
Maybe call each other names...
Slam doors, break glass, i'll leave.. come back...
and I'll take all the blame...
Le's scream, let's shout, make up, make out...
Baby, just for tonight, let's fight.
He glanced at Motor, kicked back in the recliner, "She here?"
"Yep…kitchen."
Juice nodded. "Thanks"
"Don't thank me yet, Miss Vix is in none too good of a mood."
"Irritability is a common side effect of a concussion."Bodie quipped from here he stood leaning up against an archway.
"Concussion? What..?" Juice questioned, confused.
Clearing his throat, Nolan muttered from his seat on the sectional sofa, "While you were busy with the um, Actress, Vix and I took a little tumble off my bike."
"WHA... What?" Juice stammered, shaking his head.
"The streets in Galt are a goddamn liability suit waiting to happen." Bodie offered up as his part of the story.
"Don't worry none." Nolan reassured Juice with a disgusted roll of his eyes. "Any damage I did is completely superficial. The shit you're doin' to her, now that's leavin' a mark."
Juice glanced towards the kitchen, took a step and then stalled, leveling a glare at Nolan. "You and me aren't through discussing this."
Nolan gave him a fake smile. "I'll be here for a few more days, You come find me when you wanna talk."
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Juice entered the kitchen to find Vix emptying the dishwasher. Stacks of clean dishes were lined up on the center island; the sink full of dirty ones ready for the dishwasher once empty. "You wrecked and didn't tell me?"
Vix turned around. "You had your hands full at the time."
Juice rolled his eyes, "Very funny."
"No! It's not... there are a lot of adjectives I could think to use but FUNNY didn't even make the list."
XXX
The front door opened again and Bobby Elvis entered. "I'm late for the party?"
Motor chuckled, "Cocktail hour just started."
Bobby shook his head as he joined Motor standing in the archway between the living room and the dining room which afforded a clear view into the kitchen. "Sticks and stones, they may break bones but misinterpreted scenes have wrecked lives."
"Mmmm hmmm." Motor mused. "So ol' Bolt Boy wasn't messin' with one of them porn chicks?"
"Nah." Bobby answered with a shake of his head, "Not today, at least. Juice was a victim of circumstance and bad timing."
The sound of breaking glass drew their sharp attention to the kitchen in time to see a dinner plate whiz past Juice's head and smash against the wall behind him, as he covered and guarded against flying debris.
Bobby smiled slightly. "Juice and Vix, man, they're better than the HBO and Cinemax." Motor just shook his head
XXX
"Are you outta your fucking head?" Juice hollered at Vix.
"I just might be." Vix seethed, reaching for another off the pile of plates at her disposal. "When did you RE-define FOREVER to mean three fuckin' days or until the first time that Cara Cara Cunt bats her eye lashes at you?"
"How many fuckin' times do I have to tell you? It wasn't want you think! They couldn't find Rodrigo... they pulled me in for a lighting check. END OF FUCKIN' STORY!"
Vix smirked. "Puh-leeese! I was there, you had ample WOOD to take a few golf swings so don't feed me your bullshit stories." She cocked her head. "What? Nothing to say? Christ, my sister is always right. She said the tattoos were a bad idea."
Juice cocked his head as well, "You regret my Crow?"
"You make it very hard to be proud of it when you tarnish my reputation by laying with trash."
"That's NOT what I asked." Juice glared. "And I'd pick my words very fuckin' carefully."
"Are you threatening me, you fuckin' jack ass?" As the words flew out of her mouth, a ceramic mug flew out of her hand. It narrowly missed clipping Juice in the ear.
"Bitch." He breathed, suddenly having his fill he reached up and grabbed a long-handled copper plated frying pan from the rack suspended above the center-island stove. Holding it poised like a baseball bat, he sneered at Vix. As she left fly a salad bowl, he swung the pan around and metal met porcelain, sending shattered shards scattering to the four corners of the room.
Vix covered her face and head against the onslaught of falling china shrapnel then she popped to her feet breathing hard and looking more pissed off than ever. "Mother fucker!" She glanced down at her hand, which held a cup saucer and chucked it full-force at Juice's head. The saucer flew to close for the frying pan-bat to be of any defense and smacked him upside the head.
"You fuckin' cunt!" He hollered, dropping the pan to the floor with a crash and brining his fingers up to gingerly touch his bleeding cheek.
The Juice and Vix Alls Fair in Love & War: Combat Rule Book specified that fights stopped at first blood. Vix shook her head and turned to walk out of the room. She paused and glanced over her shoulder. "If being an asshole were a crime, you'd be doin' 25 to life, you know that!" She turned around and began walking towards the hall.
His hand was on the meat fork before he realized it, her words rang loudly in his head, as he pulled back his arm and set the large serving instrument sailing end over end thru the air, directed at Vix's retreating figure.
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She felt like something had bit her and paused, following the line of pain as it shot up her leg. Looking down she stared in disbelief at the sight of the meat fork buried in the back flesh of her thigh. The handle still waving up and down, each movement causing sharp pains to shoot thru her leg.
Feeling a bit light headed at the sight of her own blood pooling out around the tines of the fork stuck in her leg, Vix grabbed the wall for support. She glanced over at Juice, who was staring at her in muted shock, a horrified expression on his face. "You fuckin' STABBED ME? You MOTHER FUCKER!"
"Holy fuck, baby! I didn't mean... shit!" Juice was beside her in an instant "I'm sorry, baby."
Vix slapped at him but had to stop, she had lost all will to fight. Oddly she began to cry, "I can't believe you stabbed me…you're a fuckin' dickhead."
"I know… I know... I'm sorry." Juice replied and stared at her leg in a daze. "I seriously can't believe it stuck."
"What?" Vix slammed her hand against the wall. "You can't believe it stuck? That's your response? You're a fuckin' asshole! Get it OUT of me!"
Reaching over, Juice was set to dislodge the fork from Vix's thigh when a hand suddenly clamped down on his shoulder. "Leave it there." They both looked up to see TNT had emerged from the bedroom where he'd been napping. Rumor had it that man could sleep through a tornado and he'd just about done that. "You pull that out here she's gonna gush blood the whole way down the hall. Wait 'til you get her in the bathroom. Put her in the tub, get the supplies ready first then pull it."
Juice nodded. Standing up, he offered his arm to assist Vix. She growled at him and attempted to push away. "I don't need your help, you fuckin' stabbed me."
"I swear to god, I didn't think it would stick. You were a moving target and I threw it end over end. How was I supposed to know?" Juice asked as he followed her down the hall. "Um, you might wanna limp faster. You're staining the carpet."
"Fuck you!" Vix hissed and they entered the bathroom one after the other. The door slammed shut behind them a second later.
TNT glanced over and looked at Nolan, Bodie, Motor and Bobby, all standing in the door way leading to the dining room. "None of y'all felt the obligation to stop that shit?"
Before they could answer, across the kitchen the door leading to the garage opened and Jaci took two steps inside what used to resemble a kitchen. Her beloved kitchen now looked more like ground zero of a 5.2 earthquake.
Jaci's stood with a canvas bag of groceries hanging from each shoulder and a bag in her hands. Her mouth fell open in surprise and her brow furrowed as she tried to process the scene before her. She knew Vix was already at the house and she had just seen Juice's bike in the driveway. "Please, please tell me this was some freak natural disaster."
Bodie laughed. "Sure it was. This is the result of a tornado meetin' up with a volcano...and um, I'm pretty sure there's some FREAKIN' goin' on in your hall bathroom. Well, after they stop her leg from bleedin'."
Jaci dropped the bags of groceries she was holding on the debris covered kitchen floor. She clamped down hard on the rant that was brewing inside of her. There was no use in freaking out, no amount of yelling was going to put her kitchen back together now. She turned and waved her hands "I can't deal with this SHIT. I'm going out to eat."
Before leaving, she walked past the hall bathroom, banged her fist on it twice and yelled, "Thanks for trashin' my goddamn house! I hope you bleed out! But if you don't, you better by God clean up the mess you two idiots made!"
XXX
As she reached the garage, Bobby came scurrying out of the house after her. "J! Goddamnit, would you wait a second?" She stopped and turned to glare at him. He pointed to the riding lawn mower. "Just sit for a moment, don't leave all pissed off."
Jaci huffed a sigh and slumped on the seat of the mower. She raised her eyebrows. "So what happened?"
Bobby grinned and looked skyward, deciding to give her the condensed version of events. "Let's see...Juice helped with a lighting check that got him in a compromising, although INNOCENT, position involving Tiffany. Your sister walked in on it and freaked...yelling, screaming, ended up spitting on Ima and punching Tiff. Which was great by the way cause the whole time Vix had her fist cocked, Tiff was screaming, "Not in the face, not in the face! " He grinned at Jaci, "Pretty ironic hearing that coming from a porn star."
Jaci covered her face with her hands.
Bobby scratches his head and winces. "It gets better...pretty sure little Miss Ima set the whole thing up with Juice, trying to start shit. Girl's outta control...was even running her mouth to me, insinuating you and me had a thing going."
"Say what?"
"Eh, she said something about how she was sure I knew YOUR schedule. I told her to shut up or you'd fuck her in the ass via tax audit."
"That bitch really needs to watch her mouth." Jaci said quietly as the slightest bit of panic bloomed in her chest. What if Ima had said something like that in front of Tig, about someone other than Bobby…say Chibs? How long would it take for jealous to spark in Tig and get out of control? Jaci gritted her teeth. "This is the last straw, Bobby. I've had enough that bitch."
Bobby waved her off. "Ima's a bully…always will be till she loses her looks."
They sat in silence for a long moment. Finally Jaci sighed and realized she was starving. "You wanna perpetuate a rumor and grab dinner with me?"
"Where's Tig?" Bobby asked with a raised eyebrow.
Jaci shrugged, "I dunno...I ain't his momma." She held her hand up. "Sorry, that sounded bitchy. I just mean that Tig and I are never going to be the type that feels the need to be together 24/7. He's off doing whatever. Come on, let's go."
They stood up and headed for her car. As she was pulling the car door open, she smirked, "Hey, over dinner you can help me make a list of all the shit Vix is gonna replace."
Bobby smiled. "You know it's bad, but when they started throwing shit, all I thought to myself was there's another trip to IKEA."
Jaci scoffed. "Ikea- schmea, if Juice is footing the bill for their joint hot tempered retardedness this girl MAY find her ass at Williams Sonoma."
XXX If Our Love Goes Up In Flames... It's A Fire I Can't Resist XXX
"Oh my god that is so much blood." Juice stood leaning over the side of the tub, handheld shower head aimed at the back of Vix's thigh.
Vix hung her head and steadied her breathing, "Is it slowing down at all?"
"Lil' bit... I think."
Blowing out a breath, Vix sunk down 'til she was seated on the tub floor. "It'll be ok. I've survived worse."
"Really?" Juice questioned with an odd laugh. "Worse than being stabbed by the asshole who claims to love you?" He reached out and cut the water off, letting the shower hose dangle.
"Is that all, Jean? You just claim to love me? Don't really?" She asked in a confused tone.
"What?" Juice looked up from staring at his shaking hands.
"Nothing. Look, I didn't mean what I said in the kitchen, 'bout my sister being right. I don't regret your crow, not for half-a-heartbeat. I just think that maybe I love you too much, ya know with an intensity that borders on insane."
"Insanity is relative, I stabbed you with a meat fork... I coulda hit a vital organ."
"I threw dishes at your head... coulda caused brain damage."
"I don't ink the names of random chicks into my flesh, Vix." He said in a serious tone. "And I don't go around doling out crows and bolts."
"I know... I just... I hate that bitch."
"This doesn't mean I'm like him right?" Juice remarked with a frightened edge to his voice that made Vix's head snap up.
"Like who? What are you... oh shit, baby, NO!" Vix stood up and winced at the throbbing in her leg. Stepping from the tub she crouched down in front of Juice and made him look at her. "Don't even think that…EVER! Ok? Jesus, Baby!" She stood up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his head into her stomach. "Juicey, come on now..." She coo'd.
Behind her a loud rap was heard at the door, followed by Nolan's voice inquiring, "How's it goin' in there?"
"Everything's fine!" Vix hollered. She heard Nolan's retreating footsteps and glanced down at Juice. "Everything IS ok, right?"
He nodded, "I'm so sorry, Vix."
"Me too."
XXX
Juice and Vix eventually made their way to the kitchen and set to cleaning up the hellious disaster they had made. Nolan stood in the doorway and looked at Vix. "You ok?"
"She's fine." Juice answered.
"I ain't askin' you." Nolan hissed.
"I am, Nolan." Vix soothed.
"He stabbed you."
"On accident." Vix interjected.
Juice stood up and leveled his eyes on Nolan. "You rolled your bike while she was on it."
"On accident!" Vix interject AGAIN. "Would ya'll just cool it? I can't stand to have my two favorite guys on the planet at odds... please."
The men stared at each other for another long moment before putting their heads down and setting back to cleaning.
XXX
When Jaci arrived home for the second time that night, peacefulness had washed over her house. The kitchen was pristine and the groceries she had dropped had been put away. Trace and TNT had retired to their respective rooms. Motor still sat in the recliner, only this time half asleep. He perked up slightly when she walked past.
"How are the lovebirds?" Jaci asked.
"Back to lovin."
She nodded and then stared at her cousin a minute, enjoying the silence in her house. Finally she smiled at him. "Know what I love about you?"
"List is probably endless." Motor replied with a shrug.
"It is…but I love that you are QUIET…just calm and quiet. Wish more people were like you." She nodded toward the hall that led to the bedrooms. "I'm callin' it a night. See ya tomorrow."
Jaci got settled into bed and then picked up her cellphone and hit the speed dial number for Vix. Her sister answered on the second ring.
"Before you yell at me, I just wanna say I'm sorry!" Vix gushed. "I was actually trying to do a good thing. I was putting the dishes AWAY…he just ignited my temper."
"Yeah, I noticed. You two are incendiary." Jaci deadpanned. "Bobby told me about the little mishap at Cara Cara. And while I wouldn't have trashed someone else's house over it…I can understand the anger."
"So…you forgive us?"
Jaci sighed. "I'll forgive you when you pay to replace my shit. Ya'll got to get a handle on that fighting at the drop of a hat stuff, Vix before it really messes you up."
Vix listened, knowing her sister was right and could honestly say that she had finally learned that lesson. She snorted a laugh a minute later. "Did you just essentially tell me to check myself before I wreck myself?"
"Yeah, I guess I did." Jaci replied with a small laugh. "Ok, ok…enough about that shit. I actually called for a reason, in addition to listening to you apologize. Like I said, Bobby told me what happened tonight…and he thinks Ima was the mastermind in all of it. So…how do you feel about a little R-E-V-E-N-G-E?"
"One of my favorite "R" words." Vix retorted with a smile in her voice. "Ranks right up there with R-E-S-P-E-C-T"
"I've got an idea to put a certain Porn Princess in her place."
"I'm all ears…hit me sister."
To be continued…
And yes, we know this chapter was shorter than normal but yet again the chapter got HUGE on us so we split it into two. And we realize this was a Tig-less chapter, but never fear, he will be HEAVILY involved in the next one!
MUSIC SELECTIONS:
Girl fight! By Brooke Valentine
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Let's Fight by Thompson Squared
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Better than Revenge by Taylor Swift
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Cryin' By Aerosmith
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