It Happened In Vegas chapter 2
All Roads Lead to Vegas
Since the death of his entire family save for his brother and a distant aunt in Belfast, the town he grew up in began to feel less of a home and more like a prison that slowly pulled the life from him. So when Abel heard that he was to be ready by 9 in the morning to go with SAMCRO to Vegas, he was already up by 7 in the morning, his bag already packed and placed right by the front door.
Despite being 15 years old, Abel noticed how the club had become hesitant to talk about his parents. One time, he even dared to ask what happened to his Grandma. All of them got very quiet to the point that he just stopped asking.
Not only did he want to go just to get away from Charming, he also heard that Vegas had some of the hottest babes in the country.
The moment he finished brushing his teeth and combing his hair, the front door opened. In walked Tig and Happy.
"Abe, you ready?"
Spitting into the sink and rinsing the toothpaste residue off the surface, Abel put away his toothbrush and walked out to meet the Sergeant and VP of SAMCRO. "I'm ready."
"Let's hit it." Happy said, leading Tig and Abel out of the house.
Tig tried not to let his body or face betray what he was feeling when he saw Tara and Jax leaning against the driver's side of the truck. They stepped silently to the side so Tig could open it and get Abel inside. "Be sure to buckle up, Tig. Don't want any accidents on the road, right?"
Tig looked through the window at Abel and nodded at Tara in response.
"Oh, one other thing, Tig: Don't try to bag pussy for my 15 year old son. He's too young to be like you or me." Jax said irreverently.
Tig smirked and got into the truck. "Everything alright, Tig?" Abel asked. Tig was always a strange character in his extended family.
"Yeah. We're good." With the radio playing Eddie Rabbit's Drivin' My Life Away, Tig and Abel drove out of Charming with patched Sons riding in front of them, Prospects taking up the rear and the five mechanics riding alongside them on the road to Las Vegas.
As far back as he remembered, Jonas could not recall a time that he ever was in a place that was worth settling down in. Kitty would say he inherited his grandfather's restlessness and natural born necessity to move from one place to another. Jonas never thought there was any one place he could truly call home, except for the road.
It called out to him just as it called out to his grandpa and his grand aunt.
Now he was riding out with Kitty and 3 of her fellow Nomad Hell Cats to a big bike show down in Sin City a.k.a. Las Vegas. It was a big change from the snow capped hills and crisp, cool Alaskan winds to the sun-scorched sands and desert winds of Nevada.
"So where are we staying, Kitty?" Jonas asked as they parked their bikes. They had stopped at a plateau of flat rock in the midst of the desert sands.
"We're not likely to stay at a motel while the big bike show is going on. They're going to be packed." Kitty said, throwing Jonas a spare sleeping bag while she and the other three Hell Cats took their individual tents and set them up. "Why don't I get a tent?"
"You didn't think to get one. Be lucky I had a spare sleeping bag for ya."
McQueen pulled Kitty to the side and whispered something in her ear. "You sure?"
"Yeah, Kitty. They're on their way. Crossed the border out of NorCal. I heard they stopped off at Indian Hills for a pit stop."
"Anything there we got to worry about?" Kitty asked.
"Naw. All the same, I doubt they are making the long trip just to shoot craps and try their luck on the roulette wheels out here."
"Keep your eyes open just in case." Kitty said before they all tucked in for the night.
In his time as a Son, Lino had never seen a Son verbally chew out six Sons like Coyote did.
The New Yorker threatened to turn their best parts into hood ornaments if anything club related was discussed with Angelica or anyone who was not a patched member. They figured he'd do the same thing to them if anything happened to his daughter. Having put the fear of God into the six Sons and once Lino assured him to a great extent that no harm would come to his daughter, Coyote hugged Angelica and rode back to New York.
"Wow. You don't really think he'll do half of what he said to them, do you?" Lino asked.
"If anything happens to me, they'll be the ones to find out." Angelica said as she took a bottle of rum and seven shot glasses over to Dario, Grachi, Sacco, Sicko, Venzetti and Indio.
A shot of rum later, they were put more at ease. "I know he meant well, Angelica, but I had no idea your Pop would turn all Psycho on us."
"Naw, Dario. He didn't go full 'Psycho'. If he did, he wouldn't have threatened us." Grachi replied.
"Never mind that. How soon before we head out to Vegas?" Angelica asked, eager to hit the road. "The show starts tomorrow at noon. We head out tomorrow at 6 in the morning. Since we're the top picks for the protection run, you ought to stay in our sights the whole time. That alright with you?" Indio asked.
"No problem. As long as you boys can keep your eyes on the road and off my tight ass, you might just make it to Vegas without blowing your loads all over your Harleys." Angelica quipped, causing every one of them to do a spit take before she walked away to get her stuff put away in her reserved dorm room.
The next morning, Angelica got on her Harley Davidson Softail Deluxe and rode out with the SAMCAGO protection detail and the truck carrying SAMCRO's cargo.
When they crossed the border into Nevada, Angelica marveled at the sight of the desert lands as they made their way across the blacktop roads. Before long, they were in front of SAMVEN's clubhouse. A few Sons came out and helped the truck driver to park the cargo out of sight in the back.
By the time SAMCRO convoy arrived at the front of SAMVEN clubhouse, they were sweating profusely and in need of some drinks. With the bikes parked out front and the truck parked in the rear, they all made their way to the front where they were met with warm embraces and cold drinks.
Being uncomfortable around so many patched Sons and seeing no one anywhere close to his age there, Abel opted to go hang out in the gym.
He thought he would be by himself until he saw a tall woman lifting weights. For a while, he kept silent and at a distance, watching her build up her pectoral muscles, lats, biceps and triceps before doing some exercises to strengthen her back muscles and her legs along with several abdominal crunches and jack knives.
Abel got turned on at seeing her work out, especially when she breathed heavy, causing her big breasts to push against her bra as though they were either trying to escape their confinement or outgrow their confines.
The first time he saw her face, Abel saw someone who was not like the other women that hang out around the MC clubhouses. She was very beautiful.
"Abel, we got some food off the grill if you're hungry." Happy said, walking into the gym, inadvertently blowing Abel's cover and alerting the mysterious woman to the presence of other people in the room.
"Who are you?" She asked suspiciously. Though the man wore an SOA cut, she never saw him before.
"I'm Happy from SAMCRO." Happy said, pulling Abel to his feet but knowing enough to position him behind him where she could not see the boner Abel got from watching her work out. "Who are you?"
"Angelica Cortez." Angelica replied before she realized who she was talking with. "Happy? My dad told me about you."
"Your dad a patched member?" Happy asked.
Angelica nodded with a smile. "My dad is Coyote, the Secretary of SAMYORK."
"Damn. I didn't think he had a kid like you." Happy said as he looked over the 18 year old New Yorker.
"There is nothing 'kid' about me, Happy." Angelica said, flexing her muscles for a moment before drying herself off with a towel. Walking over to Abel, she looked him face to face. "What's your name, handsome?"
"Abel."
"It's nice to meet you, Abel." Angelica said with a friendly smile.
"There's a bike show in town and I wanted to see it for myself." Abel said almost randomly while trying to keep from staring at Angelica's boobs and failing miserably. "Me too. I had to beg my dad to let me come over here with the SAMCAGO boys." When Abel's face seemed to darken, Angelica noticed right away. "What's the matter, Abel?"
Happy chose to answer for him. "His dad was Jackson Teller. He passed 5 years back."
"Your father was National President Jax Teller?" Angelica asked the blonde teenager. Upon his nod of confirmation, Angelica looked him in the eye and said, "For what it's worth, you have my condolences." She had heard of Jax Teller from her father and other members of the club. It was only 5 years ago when Jax got shanked to death by members of the Aryan Brotherhood.
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Happy asked, hoping to change the topic.
"I have a sister who's two years younger than me and a brother who is probably the same age as Abel." Seeing the look on Abel's face not improving, Angelica decided that something had to be done. "Would you like to join me for some lunch? Besides, I rode out from New York to Chicago and then from Chicago to Vegas. After all those miles and the workout, I've got a very big appetite."
"You rode? On a motorcycle?" Abel asked, his face lighting up when he heard her mention it.
Angelica nodded. "I have a Softail Deluxe with pull back drag bars on high risers. It's not a bagger but it gets me across the country whenever I care to go that far." Angelica said, extending her hand to him. "If you'll join me for a lunch date, Abel, perhaps I'll show you my Harley."
Abel smiled and took her extended hand. With their hands joined, the brunette New Yorker and the blonde Californian went to the barbecue pit where they got plates full of chicken legs, ribs, corn on the cob and soda since Abel was underage.
To Happy's surprise, Abel started to bond almost immediately with Angelica. This development did not go unnoticed by Chibs and Tig, who walked up to Happy while watching Jax's first born talking with Coyote's first born.
"Who's the hot number chatting up Abel over barbecued chicken?" Tig asked, silently thankful for the step forward the boy was taking. "That's Coyote's daughter, Angelica. She came down from New York for the bike show with the Chicago Crew."
"Damn. Didn't think any of Coyote's kids would grow up to look like that." Tig said.
Before Chibs or Happy could reply, Angelica and Abel had finished their meals and approached them. "As much as I hate to leave Abel's side, I have to go change out of my workout clothes and hit the showers. At least I'll be refreshed before I hit the road." Looking at Abel, Angelica instantly felt an emotional tie to him as well as an instictive need to protect him. "If you guys are headed to the show, do you mind if I take Abel with me on my bike?"
"Just as long as you know that we're going to be riding out with you two the whole way." Happy said, indicating himself, Chibs and Tig.
"Fair enough." Angelica replied as she looked closely at the scarred SAMCRO Pres and the wild looking Sergeant At Arms before saying, "Chibs and Tig, right? My dad talked about the two of you as well."
"What exactly did he say about us?"
"He had never met anyone crazier than the two of you. That's how he knew you two could be trusted. So he told me to trust the both of you."
"Fair enough." Chibs and Tig said simultaneously.
Glancing over to Abel, Angelica asked, "You want to ride with me to the show?" Abel just nodded. "Just give me a while to change and we'll be on the road, Abel." Kissing him on the cheek, Angelica left Abel with more than a slight blush.
As Angelica walked out of sight, Tig walked over to the bar. Pouring himself a drink, he almost caused a mess when Tara appeared on the other end of the bar, looking right at him. "Is this your solution to every problem, Tig? When in doubt, bag some high end pussy?"
"I never had a go to book of solutions. The closest thing I have to a solution is coming up to the bar and getting a drink. Getting chewed out by an unfriendly ghost doesn't help at all." Tig muttered as he downed his drink. "Besides, you're his mom. To you, every woman who comes near Abel would still be a bitch who would never be good enough for your baby boy."
"I'm glad that he's opening up to someone. To me, she's alright in that respect. What I do not like is that her father is a Son."
"You wanted him to leave Charming? He's out of Charming for the time being. So far, he's not asked about Prospecting, we are not pushing him toward it and I really doubt Angelica is going to either."
"I will not have Abel live and die like Jax. Angelica might mean well but you have to break whatever it is that's between those two."
"You know what, Tara? Nothing's ever going to be enough for you. Go haunt someone else 'cause I'm too old to spend what's left of my life hearing the gripes of the bitching dead."
Grabbing the bottle and discarding the glass, he popped the cap off and took a heavy pull to kick Tara out of his head.
A/n: There are about a few more chapters to go. I am quite sure no one has ever thought to write what I have written in regards to this story. Like I said before, if you are going to use the reviews to burn me at the stake, don't review. If you enjoy what I'm writing and want to voice that respectfully, go ahead and review.