Chapter 6: Mine
POV: Marta
"We whole?" asks Happy. Shelby and I shake our heads yes.
"Mostly" says Juice. My heart jumps when I see the blood on his left arm. I run and hug him. I start checking his wounds and he tells me to relax and that it's a flesh wound. Happy commands us to stay and tells us that he'll send a Prospect for us. Juice and he ride on to catch the attackers. I feel bad what if it was them, Calavares. If this is payback, they can get hurt. What if they got to Happy's mom and aunt? They were such nice ladies.
Shelby snaps me out of it. She reminds me that we only put ourselves at risk by thinking that way. Besides if we were the target, we'd be dead already. Separating us from the Sons and then hitting us would have been their best move. The longer it gets the more re-assured I am of this. Yet the longer we wait; I am more fearful I won't see him again.
A pick up shows up with a fat white guy. He tells us Happy sent for us and he's taking us to the clubhouse. We get in the pick -up and head out. His name is Fithly Phil. It fits. A few minutes later we pull up to Teller-Morrow Auto Repair. An Asian Prospect opens the gate and then shuts it right after. Phil escorts us in and the cat calls begin.
POV: Shelby
Some blue eyed greasy son walks right up to us and starts to circle us like a hungry vulture. He asks Phil who his new friends are. He tells them we're with Happy and Juice. His licks his lips and says the Retard and Psycho know how to pick 'em. He grabs us by the arm and tells us his name is Tig and he's going to show us the ropes. Phil intercedes and says that he doesn't think the guys will like that.
"Fuck em!" Tig says. We both pry ourselves loose, but he's intent on getting us in the back room. He grabs my ass and that's it for him. I yank the side knife off of the ratty looking Prospect and put it to Tig's neck. I pin him to the wall and he's surprised. My adrenaline is pumping and I have the strength of almost any man in the room. Marta grabs a bottle off the pool table and smashes it. She yells, "Don't touch her!" I hear an Irish call us lassies and tell us to calm down. I think. His accent is thick.
"What the fuck are you doing, Shelby?" Happy grabs my arm and spins me around. Tig charges and Juice sacks him. He grabbed my ass and tried to take me in the back, I tell him. Happy grips me tighter. Tig is threatening to kick Juice's ass but the Irish man and Phil are on him.
Happy pushes me towards Marta and walks over to Tig. He looks him intently in the eyes and says, "Mine! No one touches her except for me, brother!" It's not a kind request but an order. Phil and the Irish man let go of Tig. The ratty Prospect takes the broken bottle from Marta.
"How was I supposed to know that? She's not your type." That was meant to hurt me but I stand my ground and hold up my head. "Come to think of it she looks like she didn't fall far from your family tree." Happy's look remains intense. Tig then turns his attention to my sister, as he smiles at her, Juice gets between him and the prize.
"That goes for her too!"
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me! What a waste. We would have had fun. I love latin bitches."
"They're not bitches!", Happy and Juice say in unison. The Irish guy asks what happened to Juice when he sees the blood trickling down his arm. He tells him Niners got us at the diner. Juice introduces us to the Irish man as Chibs. He tells some weirdo named Chuckie to take us to their rooms. Happy tells Chibs to find some guy named Jax because they need to go to Church. I'm assuming they need to convene about the Niners. I've heard Jax's name before and definitely the Niners. Uncle Marcos hates the Niners because they've been vying for Mayan turf. What the hell did we get ourselves into?