It Happened In Vegas chapter 3
A/n: Due to a well spotted error by a reader, I had to revise a detail of this chapter. I apologize sincerely if I was not on point with medical issues, illnesses and other conditions of which I clearly know little to nothing about.
Chibs watched as Abel tried on several helmets. The more he was around motorcycles, the more Chibs imagined Abel mounted on a Harley with an SoA cut on his back, the spitting image of his father clear as day.
"I know what you are thinking, Chibs. Being dead helps you see and hear a lot of things." Jax said as he stood next to his successor and surrogate older brother. "You stood up for me and Tara at our wedding. That meant a lot to me. If you want to do right by me and Tara, don't let Abel go down the same road I did."
"He won't be a boy forever, Jackie." Chibs replied. "Soon he will grow up and become a man. What he does then is on him."
"I want to see that happen too but it will not happen if he's pulled toward the club in any way, even if it's by proxy." Tara said, standing at Chibs' right while Jax stood at his left. "That girl he's suddenly attracted to, she is the child of a Son. What makes you think the club won't be brought up at some point?"
Abel walked up to Chibs and showed him the helmet he picked. "What do you think?"
Chibs took the helmet, rapped on it with his knuckles twice and said, "Just about right."
Watching Abel as he walked towards Angelica's dorm room, a familiar voice said, "She may have a better heart than most of the women that hang around SAMCRO but you have to break off whatever is going on. He's too young to lose his virginity to anyone, most of all her."
"From what I have seen, Coyote's daughter is not a cradle robber." Chibs quipped to Tara.
Then he saw Abel coming back with Angelica holding his hand. She was dressed in black jeans, boots and a tank top that emphasized her physique and bust line in spite of the leather jacket she wore over it. "Hope you don't mind but I'm also having Sacco, Venzetti and Indio ride out with us. While the three of you are watching Abel's back, those three Sons from Chicago are watching mine." Happy nodded in approval.
As they watched Angelica lead Abel outside the clubhouse, they looked at each other as if trying to figure out what to do about what was between the New Yorker and Abel.
Walking past SAMCRO's motorcycles, Angelica led Abel to her prized Softail Deluxe. He was impressed at how well kept the bike was. "Who got you this bike?"
"My dad helped me get it." Angelica said. Though he did find her to be very friendly and attractive, Abel did not know why she was riding her own motorcycle instead of riding bitch as an Old Lady.
"Why would you want to ride a motorcycle? It's not like you're ever going to patch in. The Sons don't take women as members."
Angelica looked him in the eye so he would know how serious she was. "I know it's an all boys club. My dad told me that from the day I was old enough to understand. I still inherited the love for motorcycles. Just because I don't wear a cut doesn't mean I can't ride a Harley."
Sacco,Venzetti and Indio mounted their Fat Bobs and rode into position just as Chibs and Happy pulled up on their Dynas. Tig arrived on his borrowed Harley Davidson Street Glide from the SAMVEN garage. While they positioned themselves into formation, Angelica instructed Abel on what he ought to do while riding bitch on her bike.
"Keep your feet on the pegs. Do not let them drag on the sides. If you hold onto me, lean forward to me. Right or left risks the both of us wiping out in the desert. Keep the helmet on at all times while you're on my bike. Do you understand the rules and are you going to follow them?"
"Yes." Abel answered,
"For both our sakes, I hope so." Angelica said as she helped Abel onto the passenger seat. When he felt Angelica kiss him on the cheek, he felt a bit happier than he had before. Checking the helmet on the younger man to make sure it was fastened properly, Angelica put hers on, mounted her Softail, revved up the engine and joined Chibs, Tig, Happy, Sacco, Venzetti and Indio.
With everyone in formation, they rode towards the bike show.
At a big bike show in Las Vegas, there was no shortage of riders looking to show off their motorcycles and take in the festivities. Between the dancing, the barbecues, the risk-taking stunt riders popping wheelies down the road at high speed through rings of fire, it was anything but boring.
The women were in abundance and every one of them was a sight to behold.
That is what Jonas thought as he walked through the crowds with his grand aunt, Kitty, and her fellow Nomad Hell Cats. For the most part, Kitty liked to stay in the crowds and go unnoticed. That was why she and the others left their colors locked up in the saddlebags of their motorcycles. No one needed to know who they were.
"Even with looking at all this, you still want to go away from the MC life?" Kitty asked.
"Kitty, if I wanted any of this, I would have gotten into it by now." Jonas said as though that would close the book on the issue. Every time he was anywhere near the MC culture, it was a reminder of the clubs he turned his back on. Before Kitty could respond, she saw three familiar faces and five unfamiliar ones. "It looks like Sam Crow decided to descend from his nest in Charming to mingle among the denizens of Nevada."
Though she did not have any issue with the Sons personally, Kitty had a chip on her shoulder about Jax's attempt to disband the Nomad charter in the Sons of Anarchy MC. If she had not lit a fire under Tommy Moran's ass, the charter would have been abolished.
She owed it to Rane that the Nomads stood strong.
In spite of seeing the SAMCRO high command with three other Sons, she was curious of the sexy young woman riding alongside them on a Harley of her own with a kid in tow.
Chibs, Happy and Tig did not expect a showdown at the OK Coral. Mostly, they were expecting a day of leisurely fun at a bike show. Then they saw the Fearless Leader of the Hell Cats Nomad charter with three Hell Cats and an unknown approaching. Even without the cuts, they were recognizable.
"Angelica, Abel, get behind us." Happy instructed.
Angelica kept Abel close to her in the circle made by the six Sons as Kitty stopped right in front of Chibs, looking him in the face.
"Always a pleasure to see your smilin' face again, you old Scot." Kitty said sweetly while calling attention to the identifiable Glasgow smile scars on Chibs' face.
"What brings you out here, Kitty? Didn't think you'd go far from Anchorage nowadays."
"We heard there was a party in Vegas. Here we are. Now I know the three of you pretty well considering that my brother was in your club for so many years. The three other Sons must be from out of town. I don't care for them. I am curious about the girl and the kid you're all standing around. Do you really think I'm that much of a threat, Chibs?"
"I know you are a threat especially when you want to be." Chibs replied.
"Well you can set your mind at ease, Scottie. I'm as cuddly as a newborn kitten. So why don't you all be a couple of sports and spread out?" Kitty asked. Upon their stone expressions, Kitty sighed in exasperation. "I'm not going to harm a hair on their heads, Pres."
Sacco, Venzetti, Indio, Chibs, Tig and Happy moved slightly so Kitty could clearly see Angelica holding Abel protectively. "Calm down, little girl. If I was going to do anything to you, I would have done it already." Looking the young woman over, Kitty smiled at her physique. "How are you tied up with the club? Are you the Old Lady to one of these guys here?"
"I'm not anyone's Old Lady. I'm here for the party before going off to Basic training."
The moment Jonas heard that, his interest was peaked. "You're looking to join the Corps?"
"Yeah. I am." Angelica said to the young man in front of her. There was something about him that looked familiar for Angelica. "You look like someone I met a long time ago."
"Who exactly?" Jonas asked.
"Are you related to Rane Quinn? You almost look like what he would have as a younger man."
"Yeah. Rane Quinn, he was my grandfather. This is Kitty, my grand aunt and Rane's sister. What do you know about Rane Quinn?"
"From what I heard around the club, your grandfather came to my dad with the idea of expanding the distribution of the moonshine made by his Nomads in the effort to get into legitimate enterprises."
"Who is your father and who are you?" Not only was Jonas curious as to who knew what about his grandfather, he was also curious about who the gorgeous woman in front of him was.
"I'm Angelica. My father is Coyote from the New York Crew."
"Coyote? Secretary for the Sons of the Big Apple?" Kitty said, looking over Angelica with more interest than before. Jonas was checking out Angelica subtly though she did not give him a second glance. "Rane mentioned him once. Your dad is a good man. A whole lot different than the Sons out here." Kitty then looked at the boy and saw the face of Jackson Teller looking right at her.
"What is the boy's name?" Kitty needed to hear the boy's full name to see if he really was who she thought he was.
"I'm Abel Teller." Abel said with a hint of defiance in his voice.
Kitty smiled in a way that had Abel grabbing onto Angelica's hand while Chibs, Happy and Tig kept close to them. "You look cute. Your dad was too. I hope you turn out better than he was. You might even live longer than he did."
Looking up to Chibs, Kitty said, "Payaso is over at the Riviera. He wants to see you, Scottie."
"Is that why you're here?"
"He's upset that you did not include the Hell Cats on the liquor trade. Those are profits they would not have passed up on." Sensing that they were somehow overprotective of the 'kids', Kitty said, "Why don't you leave Happy and a Chicago Son with the kids while the adults talk shop?"
"Kitty, since I'm not in any club, I'll go with them. Show of faith." Jonas said.
Chicago would fulfill their duty in watching Angelica, SAMCRO would have an eye on Abel and if Kitty thought to lash out or do anything against SAMCRO, Jonas would be forfeit.
So while the kids went off and gambled with the little money that was given to them to use and no more, the grown ups would be upstairs in the penthouse talking shop.
A/n: If anyone notices how this story is quickly getting posted, it's because I had a good beta reader to bounce ideas off of and the material just seemed to work (for me, at least). It took a while but I'm sure it was all worth it.