Back at her place, Amber was not surprised to see Juice waiting for her. She was however surprised to see that that he had unpacked her big bag and repacked some of her things into a smaller one.
"You don't need all your shit for the lockdown so I repacked your shit, it will only last a few day," he said giving her a hug.
"Welcome home," she said hugging him back. "But, ah, the bag was kind of packed for another reason."
Tig had dropped her off and gone again before she was barely off his bike so it was just the two of them.
"I don't want to hear it Amber, okay? I'm taking you to the lock down so if there's nothing else you want to take grab your bag and go wait by my bike while I lock up."
Amber was a little taken back, Juice had never been forceful with her before, she thought Chibs must have been in his ear about looking after her. How on earth did she get herself into the position of having three men trying to control her and who was she meant to listen to.
"Don't be made at me for trying to take control of my own life," she said picking up her bag.
"I'm not mad, I'm pissed. You weren't trying to take control you were trying to run away but I'll save that lecture for Chibs, he will do a better job of it than me."
For someone who hadn't been around his own child she was little Chibs sure had the disappointed father act down to a fine art. He was sitting on a picnic table when she arrived. He was obviously ready to head out and pointed her towards the club room.
"I don't have the time to deal with you right now, see if you can keep out of trouble for one day," he said not even meeting her eyes with his.
She was done with arguing and so she went inside and set up a game of pool and attempted to teach Opie's kids how to play. They were both shit at it.
SOA members from multiple states were in and out of the compound all day. She gave up trying to figure out and remember their names because as soon as she did they were gone again, some came back but most of them had better things to do than sit and entertain her.
Despite being locked up inside she managed to keep busy one way or another. ATF Agent Stahl called her a number of times to ask her questions about her attack, a matter Amber knew was out of her jurisdiction and all calls were sent to voice mail. Tig called her a couple of times and Chibs called the clubrooms a few times rather than her cell phone to make sure she was still there. She played nurse to a few of the men who returned with various bumps and cuts while Tara dealt with a gunshot wound. She joked to one of them that she felt like a nurse on the front lines of a battle field and he replied "what do you expect, we are at war." He was dead serious, his words giving her the chills.
She was lucky enough to score herself a room which she retreated too as the members of the various charters began to return after night fall.
She was in the shower when she heard the door to her rooms open and close. Thinking it would be Tig she didn't bother to call out and made no attempt to hurry her shower not really wanting to see him.
She eventually killed the water and wrapped a towel around her chest before stepping into the main room. A large, heavily tattooed man sat on the bed as if waiting for her.
Chips? Chops? Tonks? She couldn't remember his name but she had played pool with him earlier on that afternoon.
"Did you want something," she asked in the most questioning tone she could.
He smirked, "I saw you come down here earlier, thought I would come give you a surprise."
He was a good looking guy in a Dawson's Creek kind of way. Despite his size and tattoos he still managed to look like a bit of a pretty boy.
"Tank," she said suddenly remembering it.
"That's it love," he said
"I'm sure you weren't looking for me," she said "this obviously isn't the room you should be in," she was being polite, trying to tell him to go in the nicest way she could. She was desperate to put clothes on and moved toward her bag and unfortunately closer to him.
"I think I'm right where I want to be," he said grabbing her arm and effortlessly pulling her onto his lap.
"Look, I don't know what you're planning here but I'm with Tig and he would be pissed if he hears you've been bugging me."
He almost snorted, "please, Tig doesn't do old ladies. Don't mistake a bit of attention from him as anything more than a quick fuck."
She struggled to try and get away from him but to Tank's delight she lost her towel in the process.
"Yeah," he whooped "that's more like it"
"I'm serious," she said trying to put more force in her voice, "I'm Tigs, not his old lady but still his."
She though she must have made a very pathetic sight struggling naked with a man more than a foot taller than her.
"Shut up," he yelled starting to lose his patients. He pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs.
She let out a loud high pitch scream and seconds later Jax came busting into the room.
"What the fuck are you doing man?"
"What the fuck does it look like?"
Considering what his mother had been through Amber was worried Jax would do some serious damage to Tank, more because she didn't want him getting into trouble than her worrying about Tank.
"She's not fair game man," Jax yelled, "she's a friend of the clubs, of Tigs, let her go," he was trying hard to control his anger.
Amber smirked as she saw Tanks eyes widen in fear. She picked up her towel and covered herself before slapping him hard across the face, "told you."
Jax pushed him out the door and told him to get to the roof where he would spend the night on watch with an order to stay away from all the women. What his reply was she would never know as Jax gave him a final shove out the door.
"Are you okay?" he said turning back to her
She nodded, "thanks to you yeah. Thanks you." Her words really didn't seem enough.
He nodded and left the room shutting the door behind him. She stood there alone and suddenly realised she was shaking.