They just lay on her bed for what seemed like hours passing the bottle of Jack between them until finally she sighed.
"My mum died when I was ten," her voice cut through the silence surprising Tig. "She had mental health issues and one day she just snapped. Dad did the best he could to keep it together but it hit him hard, he couldn't deal with it and me at the same time so he hired a nanny for me. Her name was Mary, she was half Mexican half African American. Eventually dad got out of his funk and when I was 15 they got married."
Tig didn't know what to say or where this was going, he pulled her on top of him so he could hug her.
"My uncle, mum's brother, he hated Mary based totally the colour of her skin, he hated my dad for being with her. I've never known anyone as racist as him, his wife was just as bad. One day I got home from school and my dad and Mary were in the back yard, he had been shot in the head and she had been beaten around the head. The next day I moved in with my uncle and his wife."
"Holy fuck," was all he could manage.
"Holy fuck is right," she said, "it look them a year to gather enough evidence to arrest my uncle and aunty, a few months after that they're 18 year old some was arrested too. They are all doing life and I moved to live with a cousin of my aunts for a few months but she was as crazy as my mum so I hit the road and have been moving ever since."
A light went on in Tig's head, "your uncle, was he in the league?"
"Yeah, bunch of Nazi loving fuck heads. He use to take me to conventions to try brainwash me but I knew better," she bolted up right. "Weston!"
"What about him?"
"I saw him, and knew he looked familiar but Juice and I figured I had just seen him around Charming but I've met him before, at conventions."
Tig and Amber just stared at each other. He felt bad for yelling at her, he was pissed at Hale for bring up her past, he felt shitty that she had gone through all that but he also felt glad that she had shared all that with him but pissed off the Hale knew all that before he did. What a mess.
"Don't worry baby, tomorrow me and the boys, we're going to make this right."
"Hello?" Amber had just got to sleep when her phone went off, it must have been about 4am. She had stayed up to see if Juice was coming home but when he didn't show she gave up and went to bed.
"Hey baby, how was work?"
"Tig?" she sat up, "hey, work was fine, Tig it's like 4am."
"I know, sorry. Listen, tonight went a bit wrong. We got arrested, they only just got done processing us and shit and let us make our calls."
She fell back onto the bed, "arrested, seriously. Juice too?"
"Yeah, Opie's home free though so if you need anything go to him or Gemma. Steer clear of Tara you hear? Don't need her filling your head with Jax's bullshit okay?"
Amber knew that Tig and Jax didn't see eye to eye most of the time but he had never told her anything about it. She was surprised to hear him tell her to avoid Jax's old lady. It surprised her even more to hear him suggest Opie as a source of aid if she needed it.
"Opie or Gemma, got it." She wanted to tell him to be safe and to look after Juice but she knew that it wasn't her place, it's not how things work. She wasn't his Old Lady.
"I got to go." He paused for a moment. "Don't do anything stupid and keep away from Weston and the others."
She didn't get to say good bye, he just hung up.
"Oh god," she sighed to herself "I'm going to be one of those women who fall for men behind bars."
In the morning Amber got up and when straight to Saint Tomas. She sat next to Chibs' bed reading him the new of the day when a tall dark haired woman with olive skin walked into the room.
"I thought this room was for family only?" she said in a think Irish accent that didn't seem to fit with her dark skin.
"Ah, it is," Amber folded the paper, "I'm his daughter," she lied knowing that this woman probably knew full well that she was lying. "That's funny, he's only got one daughter and you're not her, I should know, I'm the one who pushed her out after all."
Amber tried not to breathe in in shock, "Fiona."
"Oh so he does talk about me does he? Grand. Now would you be so kind as to give my husband and I some alone time."
Amber didn't need to be asked twice. To her Fiona had quickly become some mystical creature that Chibs would talk about in whispers when he had had a bit too much whiskey. Amber knew that Fiona and their daughter Kerianne were a sore spot for Chibs and she wondered how he would react to her being there.
She walked around the hospital for awhile before she stopped outside the large window and looked at all the babies.
"Bit young to be getting cluck kid," Gemma said coming up behind her.
"They're cute and all but I don't like I'm the mothering type," she had never really talked much to Gemma. Just polite conversation about nothing.
"Have expected you to be at the club house this morning freaking out over not being able to get hold of Tig and Juice," Gemma was watching the babies.
"Tig called last night, or early this morning really," she watched Gemma's face lose composer for a moment.
"He called you from prison?" the babies were long forgotten, Amber had Gemma's attention.
"Yeah, guess he didn't want me to worry that he and Juice were out of contact or something," she shrugged. "At least Opie is out and about I guess."
Gemma couldn't decide whether or not she liked this girl. She was so young but she seemed like she could handle herself. She didn't seem to take any dislike to the club like Tara did but then again she hadn't been around all that long.
"This thing with you and him, is it serious?" Gemma had heard rumours within the club that Tig and Amber were together a lot and that he was showing her affection beyond that of a croweater or sweetbutt.
"Am I about to get a crow inked on by skin? No. Am I with him and only him? Yes."
"Why? If you're not his old lady you don't really need to be with him and only him, I wouldn't go fucking around within the club but there's plenty of other guys in Charming perhaps more suited to your age."
Gemma was testing her; she knew it and didn't like it. Turning to face Gemma she folded her arms and mentally congratulated herself on wearing heals today to bring her to Gemma's height. "I consider myself a loyal person Gemma, so when the man I'm fucking tells me he will kill anyone else I fuck I damn well listen. When that man tells me to jump, I say how high and when that man gets locked up in prison I wait around as long as I have to."
Gemma was both shocked and amazed. It was rare for woman attached to the club to talk to her in such a way, after all she was Queen Bee and with the exception of old lady's none of the others mattered. She knew now that Amber was old lady material and believed she was loyal to Tig and therefore the club. Still didn't mean she liked her though.
Amber had wanted to ask Gemma what was being done to get the boys out and to offer any financial help towards the bail but all that had left her mind momentarily. Against better judgement she went looking for Tara.
Amber was about to give up looking when Tara popped up next to her.
"Amber, hey, I've been looking for you. Chibs is awake. Did you know he had a wife? We just saw her; Gemma wasn't too pleased."
'Steer clear of Tara' she reminded herself of Tig's words, I'm not making friends with her, I'm getting important info.
"Yeah, she kicked me out of the room a few hours ago. I knew he had a wife but would never in a million years have expected her to rock up to Charming. Think its safe to say her being here is going to cause problems."