So this is chapter thirteen but before you guys start reading I wanna thank everyone of you that took the time to review. Really thank you because I love reading how much you guys like this story and what you guys think about it.
Now, I also got a review from a Guest which said that in the first couple of chapters Chibs' name is spelled as Chips. Yes, I got that too a long time ago and I think it's because my laptop auto-correct some things. I turned that option off now but I'm still fixing all the spelling mistakes. So I apologize for it because I can see how that is annoying. I'm going to fix it as soon as I can. Now, I'm activating this chapter but have to admit that I'm really busy so I can't write as often as I want. I have a deadline week next week and my test week is the week after that so I'm really busy finishing all my assignments. I'm will continue as soon as I find the time because I still have a lot of ideas.
Well, that was it so I'll leave you guys to the reading now. ENJOY!
Christina and Gemma had been busy the whole day. The princess and queen had been over Jackson's house to see what needed to be done since Gemma wanted it to be in great condition once Abel came home. Multiple people had been in and out of the house, giving them advice about what to do. It needed to be painted, it needed a new carpet because this one was covered in cigarette burns, blood and piss coming from the ATF agent that peat in Abel's room.
Now, they were inside the clubhouse. Christina was doing a game of pool with her uncle Tig, losing miserably, while her mom would handle Clay. If she needed help, Christina would bat her eyelashes and Clay would cave but Gemma wanted to try first.
The princess's eyes kept going over to Juice who was sitting at the bar, laptop in front of him. He was searching some database but she had no idea which one. She made a mental note to ask him to teach her how to do that sometime.
Clay came walking back in, phone to his ear and got everyone's attention in no time. When he hung up, he mother made eye contact with him while Tig, Bobby and Chibs stood around him by the pool table. Christina kept herself on the background.
'Rosen?' Gemma asked, guessing it was the club's lawyer.
'Yeah', he answered. 'Luann's in the clear. Otto- not so much'.
'Why? What happened?' Bobby said, asking the question everyone wanted an answer to.
Clay started laughing which made Christina's mouth twitch, knowing this was gonna be good. 'He shattered Stahl's face', Clay answered.
'Oh I love that man!' Tig said before everyone started laughing.
'But… I was gonna do that', Christina whined before trying to get her ball in the holes again but without success. She really sucked at this game.
'Ow come on sweetheart', Clay said before kissing her forehead. 'Next time, the honor will be all yours'.
'It better be. But I'm happy Otto did what he had to do. That bitch deserved it'.
'That she did, princess', he said before walking towards the bar. 'We're clear of the ATF, ladies and germs'.
Christina smiled with them before handing her pool stick to Chibs, giving up her game. She was never gonna win from Tig anyway. She walked over to Juice before putting herself in the stool next to him. 'You really have to teach me how to do that shit', she said before nodding towards his laptop, seeing him search some database.
He grinned before looking up from the screen. 'I think I don't have to teach you anything', he whispered which made Christina grin at him in a dark way.
'Oh really?' she asked while perking up an eyebrow.
Juice made an agreeing sound before looking back at the screen.
'Well', Christina almost purred which made Juice swallow loudly. 'You should know, right? I mean, after all that activity we had these past couple of days. Because I do know for a fact you can't get enough of me'. Christina wanted to bite his ear before licking down his neck and pulling him towards the dorms in the back but resisted her urges. This wasn't the place for what she wanted to do with Juice. Her mom was right here, her stepdad, her uncles and her brother was in his own dorm, not very far from Juice's. And if she was going to be as loud as the past couple of nights, everyone in the clubhouse was going to hear them.
Juice had to look away, he had to. The look in her eyes, her purring voice in his ear, and her hand on his shoulder… it was driving him crazy. She was driving him crazy. He had to bite his lip not to moan. But then his eyes found the monitor, showing the image of the camera at the back door. Soon, he had forgotten who was sitting next to him. 'Clay!' he soon called before pushing his laptop closet. 'Cops!'
Christina had heard him but it wasn't until a second later the backdoor was rammed open it hit her. Armed officers barged in, guns and gear in full display. Christina put her hands up before going to the ground like they commanded but it wasn't fast enough. One of the officers pushed Juice down while the other forced her to the ground. She wanted to give this man a piece of her mind but decided against it since it wouldn't help their already fucked up case. Juice made eye contact with her, making sure she was okay. Christina nodded at him before looking through the room. Her mother had been forced to the ground as well, something Clay didn't like one bit. When he wanted to step in, he was pushed down too with his hands forced behind his back. Looking back at the door, Christina saw Stahl walking in with her face all fucked up. She grinned, making a mental note to write to Otto how much she loved him. Looking over her loved once again, Christina spotted Bobby being cuffed by Stahl's hot A.T.F. partner. She furrowed her eyebrows together before looking at Juice who didn't have a clue either.
'Robert Munson', the agent than spoke. 'You're under arrest for the murder of Brenan Hefner'.
'Who?' Bobby asked, not knowing or acting like he didn't know. Christina wasn't sure and she didn't want to know either.
'You have the right to remain silent', the agent continued. 'Anything you say can and will be used against you in the cord of law'.
Christina stopped listening and looked at Jax, a worried look in her eyes no doubt. Christina hated it to see people being shipped off to jail. It was her worst fear Clay, Tig or worse, Jax, was gonna be next.
When Clay spoke up, Stahl gave him a kick in the hip. This resulted in her mother speaking up which then resulted in Stahl kicking her in the abdomen. Christina wanted to get up but was held back when Juice put a hand on hers, looking her in the eye which made her pull back. She was thankful because that could have been ugly.
When all the agents had cleared out, the guys went into church. Christina walked over to her mother before putting her in a chair in the small kitchen. Looking at her abdomen, she already saw a bruise starting to form. When she touched it, Gemma breathed in sharply.
'Yeah that's gonna bruise', Christina said. 'You should know when to shut up, mom. Stahl is not playing nice anymore. God did you see her face? Otto really did a number on her'. The blonde stood up and walked towards the small freezer in the corner. She rumored through it before finding a sack of frozen vegetables. She held it out, Gemma taking it with a shaky hand. 'It's still gonna bruise but it will numb the pain at least'.
'Thanks', Gemma said before putting the vegetables on her stomach, the cold making her cringe. Soon, Christina heard a door open and close again. After making sure her mother was okay, she walked out of the kitchen, seeing Jax walking out. She fastened her pace, calling him back once she was outside. Jackson held back, waiting for her to arrive at his bike.
'Where are you going?' she asked as calm as she could measure.
'Gonna find Ope', he said. 'He's not answering his phone, no answer on the home phone either. Juice called Donna as well which also went to voicemail'.
Christina furrowed her eyebrows, connecting the dots in her head. 'So… they think Opie has ratted? You guys did a job, the two of you and Bobby, and since Ope isn't here they think he turned rat'.
'Which is why I'm going to drive up there and get him to prove them that they're wrong'.
Christina nodded. 'We both know that Opie would never rat on anyone. Look, you go and see if they are home. If they're not, call me and I will drive over to Donna's mother. Maybe they're there. Donna was talking about moving back in with her mother because she's afraid. She doesn't want to leave Opie so maybe he went with them for a few days'.
'That's a great idea. Go over there now. It will probably take you about an hour to get there anyway. I'll call you if I found them at home', Jackson said before kissing her cheek. 'Love you sis'.
'Love you too brother. Drive safe'.
Jackson nodded before mounting his bike while Christina walked back in the clubhouse. When she got back in, she saw the boys walking out. She ignored them, hurrying to the kitchen to grab her purse. 'Where are you going?' her mother asked while trying to stand up, pulling a painful face when she did.
'Gonna drive to Donna's mom, see if they're there'.
'Be careful', Gemma said before kissing her forehead.
'Always mom. I'll take the dog with me just in case'.
Gemma nodded, watching her back while she walked out of the kitchen and back towards the door. Christina was stopped before she could exit, seeing Juice stand next to her. 'Where're you going?' he asked.
'Look for Opie', she said. 'Donna was talking about moving back in with her mom. Maybe they're over there so I'm gonna drive up there'.
'You going alone?'
'Yeah', she said before giving him a wink. 'I'll text you when I get back. Don't wait up', she said in a teasing voice before walking out and towards her car. She drove by the house first, picking up Nymeria before hitting the road. She was on her way for about ten minutes when Jackson called her.
'Did you find them?' she asked while putting the phone on speaker.
'No, I didn't. House is empty, the truck is in the driveway and so is Opie's bike. The house is full of boxes though'.
'As I said, Donna wanted out. She was gonna move back in with her mom'.
'I also found a business card there. Stahl's business card', Jackson continued.
'Well, the bitch must have left it there when she visited Donna the other day. Bitch isn't as dumb as I thought'.
'Probably. Anyway, house is empty. I'm gonna drive by the station. Maybe Unser knows something'.
'Great idea. I'll call you when I'm at Donna's mom, alright?'
'Keep me updated, Chris'.
'You got it brother. Call me when you know something'. She didn't wait for an answer anymore. Christina just hung up before pushing in the gas paddle a little bit more.
About an hour later, Christina stepped out of the older woman's house while thanking her once again. When she had closet the door, Christina huffed before pulling out her phone. She sat back into her car, hoping Jax would pick up. Her brother didn't disappoint.
''Ello?'
'It's me', she said. 'So they're not here. Argata said she got a phone call from her daughter last night, just talking about the state of things but they hung up after an hour or so. She hasn't heard from her since'.
'Shit', Jackson cursed before breathing out. 'Well, I've got some more bad news. A.T.F. locked up Unser as well'.
'Wait… what? They locked up the Charming sheriff?'
'Apparently. Stahl says she has proof that he's working with Samcro'.
'She has shit, Jax. She's got nothing'.
'They have something otherwise they couldn't have taken Bobby'.
Christina huffed. She had to admit it, he was right. 'So what now?'
'Go home, to the clubhouse, see Abel, fuck Juice…'
Christina rolled her eyes when Jackson said the last option.
'…I don't care just relax. I'll figure it out. Gonna head back to Opie's, maybe I missed something'.
'Alright brother. Just… be careful. Talk to you later'.
'Aight. Bye sis'.
Christina had been happy to be back. On her way back to the house, she picked up some groceries for dinner. Once back at home, she let Nymeria outside since the weather was good before sitting on the porch with a good book. The rest of the day, she tried not to think about Opie, Donna, Ellie and Kenny but it appeared to be hard. It wasn't until nightfall, there was a knock on her front door. First, she thought it would be Juice but opening the door, she came eye to eye with her brother's sad, desperate eyes.
'Hey', she said before kissing his cheek while he walked by. 'What's going on? Haven't heard from you since I called you'.
'Yeah, I know. Stuff just… got clearer, I think', he answered while seating himself on the couch. Christina took the spot next to him, looking totally confused.
'Why?' she asked. 'What happened? What did you find, Jax?'
Jax lighted a cigarette before turning towards his sister. 'This information doesn't leave this room. The only people who know are Clay, Tig, Juice and I. I'm only telling you this because you are the smart one here. You can clear this shit and make some sense of it like you always do'.
Christina nodded, getting what he was trying to say in to many words. She knew he was upset about something but she didn't know what it was, yet. ''Course', she said. 'What's up?'
'I went back to Opie's house like I said. Talked some with the neighbors. They said Opie and Donna walked out of the house, carrying bags and took the kids. There were three sleek, black sedans parked in front'. Jackson paused for a minute, looking at Christina while trying to read her expression. He couldn't so he continued. 'Then I went back to TM. Mary was there, said she got called by the feds. They asked if she could pick up Kenny and Ellie at the Department of Justice facility in Stockton. Apparently, that's where they are. Opie, Donna and the kids. When I talked to Clay, he told me Juice checked with someone at San Joaquin Savings and Loan. Fed's paid off some stuff. Cars, mortgage and credit cards debts. First I thought he was picked up because of the hit but now… it looks like he's getting into witness protection'.
'You can't believe that Jax', Christina finally said with disappointment dripping off her voice. 'This is Opie we are talking about. He wouldn't do this!'
'Chris, I have to face it. Maybe it's true, maybe it isn't but the facts are on the table and are all pointing in one direction'.
'Jax, are you even listening to yourself? This is Opie we're talking about. This is the guy that took the blame after you put that paint bomb in the boys' locker room in your junior year. This is the guy that said he had taken Tig's bike for a joyride and crashed while it was me. He had to pledge the toilet for three months because of that'.
'He did five years in jail now. If he gets arrested for this, he will do 25 if he doesn't get the death penalty. Maybe he sold Bobby out to save his own soul. For the kids, for Donna…'
'Even if Donna would ask, scream, beg or even threaten to leave him, Opie still wouldn't rat. Not on you, not on me, not on his dad and not on the club either. This is his life, this is what he knows. I told mom the same thing this morning: Stahl is not playing nice anymore. Not after what Otto did to her face. That bitch it trying to scare him but Opie would rather walk into Charming while each one of his brothers has their gun pointed at his head than rat all of us out. He had normality once, remember? When Mary took him away? It drove him mad'.
'That was years ago, Chris. Thing's change'.
'Opie doesn't'.
Jackson huffed before standing up. 'He's not the same since he came out of Chino', he said. 'And now, to make up for everything he missed with his kids and Donna-'
'Donna would never ask him to rat. I talked to her a couple of days ago. Yes, she wants him out but this, she knows she can't ask him to rat. Opie would rather die than come up as the rat. Stahl is bitching. Her ego is busted and now she'll throw everyone under need the bus in order to save herself, her career and her busted face'.
Jackson looked at his sister, at the fire in her eyes and knew she was right about everything. He nodded his head before sliding his hands down his face while huffing deep. 'You're right. I'm sorry', he whispered. 'I just… this stuff is just buzzing and-'
'It's alright, Jax', Christina whispered back. 'I get it. Just remember that I'll always be here to straighten you out'.
Jax smiled at her before bowing down to kiss her cheek. 'Love you sis', he said. 'Thank you'.
'No thanks, bro. I'm always here for you'.
Jax nodded before making his way to the door. Christina followed him, going to let him out properly. On the doorstep, he turned around again. 'Just one more thing', he said. 'Wendy got back from rehab. She's moving into a sober living. Got here today, wants to fix things and be in Abel's life'.
Christina's eyes got big, totally shocked by the news. 'Are you kidding? What did you say?'
'God, I don't know what to say', he answered with a nervous giggle. 'She just… looks good and all and she really wants this'.
'Until she grabs the needle again and drops everything else', Christina told her brother. She knew it was cold and hard but it was the truth as well. He needed to hear it. 'I haven't seen her in a long time but I'm good with not seeing her. She hurt you, she hurt Abel. Did you tell mom?'
Jax shrugged. 'She's not happy about Wendy being back but seems at peace with it'.
Christina huffed before kissing his cheek. 'Think about it, Jax. Good and hard. Because you have no idea what you got even when it's right in front of you just waiting to be grabbed'.
Jackson had no idea what she meant but judging by her face, he wasn't gonna find out anytime either. He just turned around and walked back to his bike, Christina watching him until he was completely out of sight.
To distract herself from all the thoughts in her head, Christina had decided to start cooking her meal. After having eaten and putting the leftovers in the fridge, she started baking. The noise in her head that kept buzzing and whispering wasn't calming down which put her on edge.
Christina was stirring the batter in the bowl, mixing the ingredients together when there was a knock on her door. Looking at the clock, Christina saw it was after midnight which made her grab her gun on her way over. Christina looked over shoulder, seeing Nymeria chewing her bone without a care in the world which made her owner a lot more comfortable since it was probably someone they both knew. Putting the door off the lock and opening, Christina couldn't help but smile seeing Juice stand on the other side.
'Hey', he greeted with a small smile playing at his lips. 'I wasn't sure if you'd still be awake'.
'Well I am', Christina answered with a smile of her own. She opened the door some more so he could step inside, Nymeria being all over him even before the door had been close again. 'I'm not gonna lie', Christina continued while walking back to the kitchen, 'I am a little surprised to see you here. Wasn't there a party tonight at the clubhouse?'
'There was', Juice answered, standing next to her now. 'I just wasn't in the party mood. You weren't there either'.
'It that why you're here?' Christina asked while putting the batter in the cake mold. 'Because you were looking for me'.
"Yes", Juice answered to himself but he wasn't going to admit it. Instead, he just shrugged his shoulders. 'Maybe. Or maybe I was just craving a home cooked meal', he said.
Christina grinned before walking over towards the fridge, pulling out a plate filled with delicious looking food. She had no idea what made her make it, but she had a feeling that Juice would come by her house that night. She had no idea it would be at this hour but she didn't mind because she had felt the fog inside her head clear up as soon as he had smiled at her.
Juice could do nothing but just stare at the plate she pulled out of the microwave after having it warm up for a minute or so. She put it in front of him with a grin, the smell of the food making him groan. 'God that smells good', he said before grabbing the fork she held out to him. He wasted no more time and just dug in, not caring half of the food he stuffed into his mouth fell on the plate again. Christina giggled but didn't complain one bit. 'Wauw', he then said before putting another big bite into his mouth, 'this is really good babe'. The little nickname had slipped off his lips before he could stop himself. Looking over at Christina, afraid for the worst, he was surprised by the smile on her face. If she had heard it, she either ignored it or it just didn't bother her.
'I'm glad you like it', she said. 'It's just simple chicken in peach sauce with rise, nothing special'.
'It's delicious', he said before taking in another bite.
Christina nodded her head at him in a thankful way before putting the cake mold in the oven. Standing up and just looking at the floor, she felt the noise re-entering her mind. Whatever it was that Opie found himself in right now, it scared the crap out of her. She could imagine many, creative ways the feds would try on him.
Looking up from his food to Christina, Juice was surprised to see a worried expression on her face. Her forehead was slightly wrinkled, her mouth only a straight line and her eyes were downcast with tears brimming inside. Juice stood up and put a hand on her shoulder which seemed to pull her back from whatever state she was in. 'You alright?' he asked.
Christina shook her head. 'I don't think so. It's just all this shit with Op, it makes my head buzz. I know he wouldn't rat on the club, never. But all the evidence is pointing in the other direction and that scares me. I can only imagine what would happen to them once in witness protection. Op would go mad, Donna would be hopeless and the kids would be scared of their own shadow. Op knows that! He would never put his family in a situation like that. Never'.
Juice just listened, hearing her out about Opie and the situation at hand. Hearing it from her, it made sense. The entire day he had been breaking his mind over it, over how a brother like Opie could turn on them. But here she was, Christina, having all the right answers and making sense of the chaos. He didn't know how she did it but it amazed him. Every day he learned something new about her. She kept him entertained in more ways than one. It wasn't just sex! Juice could feel the emotional connection grow with every minute they spend together. Looking at her once again, he wondered if this was the one for him. Could it be? Samcro's one and only princess? He shook the thoughts away. This wasn't the right moment to be wondering about questions like that. Instead, he looked at her face again, knowing she was overthinking the situation.
'You're right', Juice said which got her attention. 'Feds aren't smart but they ain't dumb either'.
'And Ope is smarter than that. He knows the life, he knows what happens to rats; you lose everything and Samcro is his life, his family. I don't care what you guys found or what direction it points at. I know that Opie would never do that to the club or would ever want to do that. I trust him, I don't trust Stahl. She wants us to look for it and believe it'.
Juice could only smile. He nodded his head before putting a soft kiss on her lips, feeling her muscles relax in his hands. Letting go of her mouth, he saw a smile appear on her face. 'Sometimes I forget what the boys told me about you. You still amaze me'.
'What? Are you surprised by how well I know this club and my family?' she asked while grinning at him.
'I'm surprised you can look at it from another perspective and see what everybody wants to see but can't. But I guess that's just how you handle a situation'.
Christina nodded her head. 'I got that from my dad. JT did the same. He always told me to never doubt a person until you are handed a reason to doubt them. Opie never disappointed me'.
Juice believed her. Opie wasn't the type of person to just rat. He was loyal and strong, he wouldn't budge at only a minimal amount of pressure.
After all of that was out, Christina felt she could breathe again. The noise in her head had been cleared up, Juice's megawatt smile breaking through the darkness. She pulled him in again, kissing his lips with some pressure in the hopes of getting what she wanted. 'Right now, I'm wearing a velvet red thong which is screaming to be ripped off of my body, Juan Carlos', she purred against his lips after the kiss but not having let go completely.
Juice could only bite his lip and groan because of the pressure building up in his pants while she guided him into the hallway and towards her bedroom. The food he had been eating only minutes before was left on the counter, completely forgotten.
Christina was woken up early the next morning and, surprisingly, it wasn't because of Juice's loud snoring. It was his burner though, which was buzzing on the bedside table. Christina groaned, nudging Juice who was lying half on her, one of his arms curled around her naked waist.
'Juice', Christina tried while nudging him but he didn't even stir. Christina rolled her eyes and started wiggling herself loose. When she had finally been able to turn around in his arms, she started stroking his naked chest with her fingers which got him to moan a little but it didn't wake him up. Christina leaned in some more, placing her mouth by his ear. She put his earlobe between her teeth, biting softly before licking over it which got Juice to stop snoring. 'Juan Carlos', she softly whispered in his ear.
Juice groaned in pleasure, waking up slowly because of Christina. He curled his arms around her slim, tanned, tattooed body, pushing the naked skin flush against his.
'Round four baby?' he said in a sleep drunk voice while kissing her naked shoulder.
Christina giggled before kissing his cheek. 'Afraid not, Juicy. Your phone is ringing. Club needs their Rican'.
Juice groaned, now in annoyance, before finally opening his eyes. He looked up at Christina, feeling his body react on her immediately. He eyes looked glassy from sleeping, her blonde hair wild because of the night before and the sheets hugging her curves. Juice really wanted to ignore his phone but knew he couldn't. Christina knew the same thing and decided to get out of bed. Not only did she want to give him some privacy but she had also seen the battle in his eyes, seen the way he looked at her. She didn't want him to get shit with Clay because of her. So Christina stood up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. With the sheets still wrapped around her, she started brushing her teeth and tried to fix her hair which wasn't that easy. Yes, they had been going for three rounds the night before which got Christina to grin. She just couldn't get enough of him and neither could he of her. Juice had been able to bring her into a whole other universe. She didn't know how many times he had made her come undone, she had lost count after the fifth.
While still trying to untangle the mess that was her hair, Juice walked in – in his boxers. He couldn't help but laugh while watching her try to fix her hair. 'I have to go. Got church in 30', he said while walking towards her.
'Figured', she said in between painful groans. 'My cell will go off in about ten. Abel is coming home today and I have to help decorating the house'.
Juice nodded at her in the mirror, placing a kiss on her sex hair before stepping away to pull on his clothes.
'I'll see you there right?' she asked before he disappeared back into the bedroom.
'You kidding? Gemma is gonna have our asses if we don't show up', he answered.
'That's so true. Well I guess you better show up then huh?'
Juice grinned at her. 'I guess'.
After having shared some looks, he turned back and walked back into the bedroom. After dressing himself in the same clothes as the day before, which really made him itch because of his OCD, he pulled on his cut before walking outside and towards his bike.
Just as Christina predicted, her phone rang ten minutes later. Fifty minutes after having spoken to her mom over the phone and having picked up some more decorations, she parked her Mustang in front of Jackson's house. She spotted her mother's Caddy in the driveway, probably standing there since sunrise. Christina let out Nymeria before grabbing the decorations and walking inside. When she stepped in through the backdoor, she heard voices inside, her mother being one of them.
'Hey mom!' Christina called while Nymeria almost ran into the living room. 'I really didn't know what you wanted so I got some from everything. Got some baby blue banners, balloons, ribbons, flags and I have no idea what this is but-' Christina stopped mid-step when she arrived into the living room. Her mom was standing right in front of Wendy, Jackson's ex-wife not looking very happy about something. Looking up from whatever chat they were having, Wendy's eyes got big before a smile appeared.
'O my god', she said before walking towards Christina. 'Christina what- Since when are you back in Charming?' she asked while looking over Christina in amazement.
'Since you tried to kill my nephew and my brother needed me at his side again', Christina snapped at her through clanged teeth.
'Easy there sweetheart', Gemma said before putting a hand on Wendy's shoulder which got Christina got look at her in confusion. 'That's all water under the bridge now. Wendy is family. She went to rehab and in clean now. Until she can move in into the sober living house, she'll stay here'.
Christina tried to make sense of the situation while looking at her mother's smug face. Knowing this wasn't something she was going to figure on her own, Christina pushed the bag containing the decorations into Wendy's arm before making eye contact with her mom. 'Mom, can I talk to you in the kitchen please? Alone?'
Gemma looked at her in surprise but followed her daughter to the kitchen anyway. Now having some privacy, Christina turned towards her mother with a frown between her brows. 'What kind of game are you playing?' she asked in a hushed angry voice.
Gemma looked down at her daughter and huffed. 'I'm not playing any game, sweetheart', she answered.
Christina didn't believe her mother for a second. She saw right through her lie. 'Uhu, sure. Well than maybe you want to tell me why you've forgiven her so easily after almost killing her own son in order to get her own little five minute pleasure'.
'Wendy made a mistake and she's very sorry. She wants to be a family again. Be in her son's life, be a wife and old lady for Jax. She apologized and I forgave her'.
'Do you even believe yourself?' Christina asked next which earned her an eye roll from her mother. 'I know for a fact that you don't do well with forgiveness. Gemma Teller Morrow doesn't forgive. But the junky whore that almost killed her grandson, that one she does'. But hearing the words from her own lips just didn't fit. Christina knew it even without her mother's honesty. That wasn't how Gemma played her puppets. Unless… 'You want something from her', Christina concluded. 'You forgave her because you want this just as much as she does'.
'Let it go, Chris', Gemma tried but Christina shook her head.
'No, you didn't just forgive her. You forgave her because then she would get you what you want. It's not that you want Jax to be with her, not at all. You just take what you can get'.
'Let it go', Gemma tried again, now in a much more urgent voice.
'You hate Wendy', Christina continued. 'Just not as much as you hate Tara'.
Gemma huffed and shrugged her shoulders, knowing she was caught. 'Alright', she said. 'You got me'.
'Yes I do! I'm your daughter, I know your tricks and games mamma Gemma you thought them to me. You want Jax away from Tara because she tried to get him away from Charming, away from us. And now you're afraid she's gonna try again'.
'I am', Gemma said with a simple nod. 'You're right. And if that means getting Wendy and Jax back together then so be it'.
'Wendy is poisonous. I may not have been here while they were married but I saw him when I got back. It looked like he was dying. Tara is the one that put him back together'.
'I understand that you are rooting for your friend Christina so I'll not take it as a personal insult. But Tara is not good for him, for this family, for this club. She didn't put him back together, we did. As a family'.
'Wendy isn't good for him either. She'll relapse mom. She did six times already. I'm not saying it's all her fault because I know how Jax can push someone's buttons but she's not old lady material'.
'Neither is Tara', Gemma objected.
Christina just rolled her eyes. 'So you want to say that you rather have a junky on your throne instead of a stable person? One that can make a difference? One that can straighten Jax out when he's on the edge of madness? One that can sort him out like no other?'
Gemma smirked before stepping a little bit closer towards her daughter. 'I'm not saying I want Wendy to fill my role as Queen when Jax is on the head of that table. I'm not saying I want her to be his old lady because she's obviously no old lady material'.
'Obviously'.
'What we do need on that table is an unbreakable bond. One that was created by blood'.
Christina frowned her hearing her mother's words. 'You want me as Queen of Samcro, Jax as King?'
Gemma nodded. 'Juice as sergeant, Opie VP. That's what we need to keep this club together; an unbreakable bond, one that was made by blood, oil and marriage'.
Christina could not hold a laugh. 'Okay, first of all I'm not gonna marry Juice. At least not any time soon because we aren't even an item yet. Second, Opie and Jax may have been brothers since they were in diapers but that doesn't mean it can't be broken'.
'That's where you come in. As Queen you have to keep the family together, keep the bond pure. The boys may be the once making their hands dirty but the woman, the old ladies, are the once keeping the club running and being strong for our man, holding our heads high. There's only one I trust with my crown and that's you baby girl'.
Christina looked at her mother, trying to make sense of the words in the meantime but couldn't. Gemma wanted her at Jackson's side, ruling the club while Jax held the gravel. It sounded crazy but Christina couldn't help the greed she was feeling now. It just sounded too good to be true. Because along the way, things were bound to get bloody.
'And now that I have you alone anyway', Gemma said with a wide grin which pulled Christina out of her thoughts, 'what's with the beany? I haven't seen you wear it since you dyed your hair purple on accident when you were fifteen'.
Christina shrugged. 'I am just experiencing a bad hair day', she said as casual as humanly possible.
But Gemma didn't believe it. 'Uhu, sure', she said before ripping the beany of Christina's head in a flash, revealing Christina's tangled hairdo. 'You sure it has nothing to do with the sexhair you have going on?'
Christina felt her cheeks go red, ripping the beany out of her mother's hands before putting it back on. 'Maybe', she spoke. 'But that has nothing to do with you'.
'I thought you said that the wedding between you and Juice was gonna take a while?'
'We are just having fun', Christina said while making her way out of the kitchen, Gemma following close.
'A lot of fun judging by the hair'.
Christina couldn't deny that fact.
After taking care of the decorations, Christina went home to shower and redress before heading back towards Jackson's house to play hostess. She let everyone in, gave them drinks while waiting for Jackson, Wendy and Gemma to arrive with Abel. Donna had walked into the kitchen, helping her open beers while chatting.
'God, I'm such a shitty friend', she then groaned which made Donna laugh. 'I did not even check up on you after the whole ATF thing. Are you okay?'
'I'm fine now', Donna said with a shrug of her shoulders and a smile on her face. 'You were right though. I mean, you should have heard the shit she was trying to sell, Chris. About my family falling apart, about not knowing where money came from, about my kids growing up in fear. She was trying to set up Ope as the rat. She was willing to sacrifice a human life to get what she wants. It's sick. Opie told me about the witness protection life. If it really that extreme?'
'I don't know Donna', Christina answered honestly. 'I haven't been in witness protection and I never want to be. I can imagine people going crazy, not trusting themselves anymore because they betrayed the only life they know'.
'Yeah, I get that. You were right. I can't ask Ope to leave. I can't leave either. I have to stay and protect my family'.
'It's what we're here for. To protect and stand by our men through everything'.
Donna heard her words and frowned while a little smile played at her lips. 'What do you mean with our men?'
Christina shrugged. 'Jax, Opie, my uncles'.
'No', Donna said before looking at Christina again. 'That's not what you meant. What are you hiding? Do you have someone?'
Christina bit her lip before looking over the living room, her eyes looking at Juice who was chatting with Chibs, a beer in their hands.
'No way!' Donna shrieked before Christina hushing her while giggling like school girls. 'You and him? Really?'
'Couple of times', Christina admitted. 'He's staying over, we're having dinner together sometimes'.
'Sometimes meaning?'
'Like… almost every day'.
Donna nudged her. 'O my god. You are back for only a couple of months and you're already hitting bullseye. God, you are good lady'.
'I try', Christina said with a casual shrug.
Donna looked over at Juice again, smiling before looking back at Christina who was looking at the exact same direction. 'He has a very pretty smile', Donna said next.
'A very pretty body too', Christina said. 'And once you have him going-'
'Please stop', Donna interrupted with giggles. 'I really don't need any details about my best friend's sex life'.
'I happen to know everything about you and Opie! Why wouldn't you suffer with me?'
'Because I'm married. My sex life isn't as dynamic as yours'.
'Well, dynamic is one word to describe it'.
Donna started laughing, Christina laughing with her until their bellies hurt.
Once Jackson, Wendy and Gemma arrived at the house, all the attention went to Abel. Tara arrived about an hour later. Now, Christina was making funny faces at a laughing Abel, Donna fussing over him next to her.
'God he is so cute', Donna said which made Christina grin. 'Bet you a hundred that he's gonna be a heartbreaker'.
'You don't have to bet with me about that. I know who he's got it from. Had to live with that playboy in one house, remember?'
'Yeah. I can only imagine how that must have been'.
'Don't imagine too much'.
The two laughed but stopped once they heard voices coming from the hallway, towards them. Christina looked up to see Tara walking away from Jax. Christina handed Abel over to Donna fast before telling her she would see her later, feeling this was something she had to handle. She didn't pay her brother any mind, who was calling after her, while picking up her bag and walking after Tara who was walking over to the Cutlass.
'Tara! Wait!' Christina called before pulling over the passenger door and stepping in the car.
Tara looked at her in confusion. 'What are you doing?' Tara asked.
Christina nodded towards her keys in her hand. 'Start the car. We'll talk on the way'.
Tara wasn't going to argue, really not in the mood to argue with another Teller sibling and just started the car before driving towards her house.
'So? What was that about?' Christina asked about a minute after they left.
'What do you mean?' Tara asked, her eyes on the road.
'I mean the screaming, Jax's cheek being red and puffy and you stalking away from him in an angry way. I saw the kiss between you and Jax but I wasn't going to make a fuss about it'.
Tara huffed before shrugging her shoulders. 'Jax wants us to "be cool" around Wendy'.
'Did he really say that?' Christina asked in amazement.
'Yeah. He doesn't want to do anything to "set her off"'.
Christina huffed. 'Typical Jax. He doesn't know how to handle two woman fighting over him. He knows he can't be with Wendy but at the same time, she's still his wife and mother of his son. And then, there's you; the high school sweetheart he still loves and wants to have. Jax can't make up his mind unless someone pushes him into the right direction. Right now, that person is my mom'.
'Are we talking about her plan to push me out of Jax's life by pushing Wendy back into his arms?'
'That's the one', Christina answered. She didn't know how Tara knew but she also knew Tara wasn't stupid. She must have connected the dots.
Tara huffed. 'God I don't even know why I kissed him like that in front of everyone!'
'You just want to stake your claim. It's a natural thing to do. You see another woman looking at your man, you show them he's off limits'.
'Is that what Gemma thought you?'
Christina grinned. 'It's woman 101, Tara'.
Tara huffed, really not knowing what came over her. 'Well, I haven't read the manual apparently'.
'There is no right or wrong in staking your claim. You just need to do it in the right moment. This wasn't the right moment'.
'Yeah I got that much'.
'Don't break your head over it. Jax will be coming back as soon as he sees his mistake'.
'I don't know if I can wait that long'.
Christina heard her say it but kept silent. They rode to Tara's house without speaking a word, Tara shutting off the Cutlass when she had parked it in her driveway. 'Do you want me to come with you, get a drink or something?' Christina asked while stepping out.
'No, I'm fine Chris but thanks', Tara said. 'But how are you gonna get home? I can drop you off at your house if you want to? God, I'm so sorry I was so busy thinking about what just happened that I-'
'Hey! It's okay', Christina interrupted with a smile. 'It's really not necessary. Something tells me I'll be getting a lift'.
Tara frowned, in a question. But Christina didn't need to answer. The sounds of a Harley motor came around the corner soon enough, Juice parking his car across the street. He nodded their way, knowing he was spotted.
Christina smiled at him, Tara just smiling at Christina. 'Well then I'll go inside', Tara said before giving her friend a wink. 'Good luck'.
'I don't need luck, I make my own', Christina said before kissing Tara's cheek and walking over to Juice when she had disappeared into the house.
Juice had already seen her coming, holding out his second helmet to her. 'What was that about?' he asked when she accepted the simple black helmet and put it on her head.
'About Jax not knowing what to do and my mother trying to steer him somewhere he doesn't belong', she answered which earned her a questioning look. 'Don't ask, really. It's a lot of unnecessary drama'.
'You sure?' he asked.
Christina just nodded her head. 'Yeah', she answered softly before giving his lips a soft kiss and getting on the back of Juice's bike.
'So where to?' Juice asked while starting up his bike again. 'You want me to bring you home?'
'I'm afraid I can't', Christina answered while curling her arms around his waist. 'Have to help mom clean up and shit'.
'I'll bring you back then', he said with a wink but before they could drive away, gunshots filled their ears coming from a couple of blocks away.
'Were those…' Christina tried but wasn't able to get the last words from her lips.
'Yeah', Juice answered, knowing her question, before speeding of towards the chaos.
It didn't take them long to arrive at the scene. Tig had driven next to them the last couple of minutes. Police had already arrived when they did, Tig, Juice and Christina being the last. The first thing Christina saw was Opie's truck with the back window shattered. Dark thoughts creeped into her mind, thinking the worst. She got off Juice's bike as fast as she could while pushing the helmet into his arm, seeing her brother stand on the other side of the police tape with Clay and Chibs. Looking at the scene, Christina saw Opie crying while holding a still figure in his arms. It didn't make sense for her then. Something wasn't right.
As if he knew she was there right behind him, Jackson looked around and spotted his sister. When their eyes met, Christina knew. She saw the tears brimming in Jackson's eyes, Opie's cries filling the air and the stunned and broken faces of the people around them.
Christina felt like she was hit in the stomach with a sledgehammer, the strength from her legs being kicked out. She couldn't feel them anymore. Christina couldn't breathe, her hand holding her chest while trying to look for air. She didn't know where the arms came from or who they belonged to but she didn't care and gave in. She turned around throwing her arms round Juice's neck while letting herself cry while he tried to keep her on her feet.
Jackson watched how his little sister broke down in the arms of his brother, Tig looking at Jax from his place next to them. Soon, Christina's muffled screams and begging's joined Opie's, making his heart beak just a little more. Not only would he have to deal with his best friend's shattered heart, but also with that of his sister. Christina and Donna had been best friends since Opie introduced her despite the age gab. While growing up, Christina had bonded with Donna the way Tristen bonded with her. Looking at her and seeing her like this made him question everything he stood for. His family was suffering and falling apart, not knowing this was just the beginning of the end.
Christina had no idea how she got home. One moment she was shaking like a leaf in Juice's arms, the next he carried her bridal style into her house. He kicked the door closed behind him before walking towards the bedroom that became so familiar to him. He lay her down on the freshly made bed before standing up straight. Her eyes were open but they looked dead, without any emotion what so ever. It scared the crab out of him.
Not knowing what to do next, Juice turned around to leave but stopped when he felt Christina's hand on his, stopping him mid-step.
'Stay', he heard her whisper. 'Please stay with me'.
Juice felt himself budge, unable to say no. He had his burner so he decided the club could call when they needed him. He let go of her hand, only to pull off his cut, shirt, boots and jeans before walking around the bed and stepping in behind her. He pulled her towards him, felt her shake in his arms again not long after. Christina turned around, lay her head on his chest where he felt wet tears falling from her eyes. The whole night he held her close, rubbing her back while she just cried and whimpered because of the loss of her friend.
GOD I'M SO SORRY YOU GUYS BUT IT HAD TO HAPPEN! Personally, I thought Donna was a lovely woman and such a wonderful character but this is gonna be such a big role in season two that I couldn't let it out. Next chapter: Doubt and Donna's funeral.