Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING from SOA. Everything else, that's all me.
A/N: A million thanks for the reads and reviews of the last chapter. I didn't want to keep you waiting so here we go. All errors are mine though I think I caught them all.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The music was loud, the booze and beer flowed freely, most women were scantily dressed in search of a good time. Everyone was feeling good. People played pool, cards, a few tried darts while the braver, or drunker, woman took turns on the stripper pole. Sarah was content to just relax, sitting at the bar with a beer in her hand and Piney at her side.
"Have some tequila, loosen up," the older man suggested. "Just don't get so loose that I've got to watch my son grab you off of that pole."
"I've got no intention of getting anywhere near that pole," Sarah motioned for the prospect, Half Sack, to bring her a glass for the tequila but she wasn't sure he even saw her. This was the most packed she'd seen the SAMCRO clubhouse since she'd started coming around with Opie. With no glass she simply slid the bottle over and sipped from the straw.
"Brat," Piney told her, "I don't want to think about where your mouth has been with my boy."
"And I don't want to think about where your mouth has been when it comes to the crow eaters around here, guess that makes us even and either way the alcohol kills any germs."
"Yeah. Yeah. Go on and get your own glass, not like anyone's going to stop you. Grab me some of those peanuts when you're back there."
"Anything else while I'm up?"
"Check out that blonde over there, tell me if her rack is real."
"Pervert," Sarah let out a laugh as she slid off the stool. Checking out prospective pussy was something she'd done often in Tacoma and not just for Kozik. So she walked around the bar, took a good look at the blonde before moving to the back to get what she needed.
"Hey!" The sharp command was accompanied by snapping fingers as the blonde, who definitely had a fake rack, tried to get her attention. "Hey you! Yeah, you. My glass is empty. I need another drink."
Under normal circumstances Sarah would have simply poured the drink as requested, after all she was pretty easy going when it came down to it but there was something in the blonde's tone and expression that made her want to smack the fuck out of her. "Prospect should be back in a minute."
"And you're there now. Fill me up. Oh, and one for my girl! Lyla! Over here."
"I'm not a bartender, sorry." Sarah grabbed a glass, another beer and the can of nuts for Piney and ignored the blonde as she became outraged at not getting another Jack and Coke. The outrage started a tantrum, a tantrum that impressed Sarah and there had been some drama queens in Tacoma.
Impressed by the show or not, she wasn't getting the blonde bitch or her stick figure friend a drink. Sarah got back to her seat, slid the nuts to Piney. "Tits are fake. The crazy seems real though."
"Shame," Piney shook his head, "should have know, those porn girls are all plastic."
"She's a Cara Cara girl? Guess the standards for porn aren't too high these days if they'll take someone who melts down over having to wait for a drink."
"She's got a mouth that could suck the lettering off my tank," he patted the portable oxygen unit. "Little one next to her does the whole barely legal thing, it's hot."
"Pervert," she told him with a smile.
He shrugged his shoulders. "So, the porn shit doesn't bother you?"
"No." Sarah had bigger things to worry about but she couldn't tell Piney that. Stahl had gone silent, it had been two weeks since their last conversation. Two weeks was too long, the blonde bitch was up to something. The question was what.
"Something is bothering you. That ATF gash still sniffing around you?"
"Nope, haven't heard a peep from her." Sarah poured a healthy amount of tequila into her glass. "She mentioned Donna a lot. Got me thinking how fucked up it is what happened to her. So random. It could have easily been Opie behind the wheel."
Piney took a deep sip from the straw, sighed. "I loved Donna, loved her like she was my own daughter. I was ready to kill the bastards responsible but there was a part of me relieved it hadn't been Opie, that he'd taken the wagon instead. Just another in the long list of reasons why I'm going to hell."
"You'll have good company there."
"I'll tell your boy you said hello when I get there." Piney let out a laugh. "Miss drinking with that shit head."
"Yeah, I know the feeling." Sarah could have said more but didn't. It wouldn't bother Piney but if other Son's overheard they could think she was disrespecting Opie. She was sure Tig would get a thrill out of it. The way he watched her was downright fucking creepy but no one else, especially Opie, seemed to notice.
"Hey BITCH!"
Sarah started to turn around in the chair but the blonde decided to help her up. She was glad that she'd worn sensible boots suited for riding and kicking teeth in. The last thing that she wanted was physical violence but she'd learned her lessons in Tacoma, sometimes it was the only way.
She was just about to take the first punch when a large hand, complete with five heavy silver rings came down on the blonde's shoulder. "The fuck are you doing Ima?"
"She wouldn't get me a drink. Got all mouthy too." Ima looked over her shoulder at Opie and pouted a pretty pout. "I was just trying to tell her how things work around here."
Opie let out a loud laugh. "You were going to show my Old Lady the ropes?"
Ima went pale beneath her spray tan. She started to stammer out an answer but Opie wasn't done. "Apologize for getting in her face and ask her if you can stay."
"I was invited," Ima pointed out, "Lyla invited me, right Lyla?"
"I didn't know that she was going to start trouble Op, I'm sorry." Sarah felt a rush of jealousy as the petite woman looked up at Opie with eyes straight out of a Disney cartoon. Fuck, she must have made a shit load of money playing up how young and innocent she could look. "We're going to leave. She'll apologize, right Ima?"
"I'm sorry. Whatever." The blonde managed not to roll hee r eyes. Sarah had to give her credit for that, it was obvious the apology wasn't sincere and she didn't really care who knew it.
"And I'm sorry for whatever she said too." Lyla turned her smile to Sarah. "Come on Ima, let's go." She looked back over to Opie. "I really am sorry Opie, I'll see you when I come to get my car."
"See you Lyla." Opie ran his hand over Sarah's back. "C'mon, play some poker with us. We need a fourth person and you're pretty good, right?"
"I'm good enough to kick your ass," she smiled as he slid his arm around her waist. "We should play strip poker some time, just you and me."
"I sure ain't inviting anyone else," Opie informed her. "Chibs was playing with us but he met a redhead with daddy issues and now Hap's gone so I guess we're going to have to wait for another person."
"Or we could find something else to do." Sarah stopped short, turned to face him. "I can think of something."
"I can tell you had tequila," Opie smirked, "so I'm going to remind you that we're in the middle of the club house."
"I'm not offering to give you head in front of everyone," she giggled and stretched up to brush her lips against his. "But I am feeling pretty frisky right about now. Remember when we used to sneak into the garage and fool around?"
Sarah began to laugh as he scooped her up off of her feet. She didn't ask him not to drop her because he wouldn't. He couldn't. The only other person she'd ever trusted so much was Kozik.
"Op!" Jax called his name just as he was about to carry Sarah out there door. "Got a situation."
Sarah unwrapped her legs from around Opie, suppressed the urge to sigh loudly while rolling her eyes. "Go handle it. I'll just head home."
"Not alone, wait until the prospect can take you."
Personally Sarah was sure that she could do a better job of protecting herself if anything happened than the prospect but voicing that was only going to make Opie frown more than he already was. It had been quite clear to her he was more than ready to reenact their high school make out session, in fact she worried that he'd have a problem actually riding his bike with his dick so hard.
"Alright, want me to keep him until you come home?"
"Yes," Opie pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And make sure that you've got your gun out once you're home."
"No worries Op, it's actually already in my purse." She winked at him. "I'm always prepared. Stay safe."
"Make sure the house is locked tight."
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It was supposed to be a run of the mill sale, last minute because LaRoy was neck deep in shit and knew it. Everything should have gone quick and easy, the exchange made and Opie's only thought was to head home and see if Sarah was still awake so they could finish what they'd started earlier.
The first shot came out of nowhere and the man to LaRoy's right fell with a new hole in the center of his forehead. Then came the roar of engines, the Mayan's had apparently decided that they wanted a piece of this particular deal.
Shots were coming from every direction, he and Jax took cover by a stack of crates. Opie reloaded as quickly as he could, sent several shots towards the Mayan's who were moving the gun crates. "Fuck." He hit one, missed the other and then felt a burning through his arm.
"Fuck, you're hit." Jax swore. "Stay down."
"I'm fine," Opie replied. "It went right through. Enough talking, let's end this."
It seemed that fire fights were becoming an almost weekly thing for Samcro and Opie wondered if the peace would ever return again. He longed for a little quiet, a little time to truly let things settle down for him and Sarah. It didn't seem like that was in the cards for them, especially now."
In the end the Mayan's got away with most of the guns and left two of their guys dead. Two Niners were down but the Sons were whole except for the wound to Opie's arm. Jax had offered to have Tara sew it up but Opie just wanted to get home. He couldn't feel anything in his arm when he finally pulled up which was a blessing because it had been hurting like hell.
The kitchen light was burning but all the shades were closed. He'd called ahead so she wouldn't see him come in the door bloody and get scared but the second he saw her he knew that she was scared.
"I'm fine."
"You're bleeding all over your cut. What did they wrap you up with? Come on and sit, let me see what we've got."
"Sarah."
"Sit. No, take off your cut first. Put it on the chair. I'll clean it. Oh fuck, look at all that blood. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Sarah was constantly in motion, fussing with the first aid kit contents and checking the gloves. She was doing everything but looking at him
Opie sat as she asked. "It's a through and through. You should have said you couldn't handle it, I'd have had Chibs do it. I still can."
"Sht up. Did I say I couldn't do it?" Sarah smacked him in the arm he wasn't shot in. "I'm just trying to figure out how this was you being careful."
"I didn't get dead." Opie remained still, watched as she cut off his tee shirt. He probably could have gotten his arm out of it but it had seemed smarter to just let her do her thing while she had a pair of scissors in her hand. "Sarah."
"I know you're not dead," she said finally as she began to clean the wound. "Well, you're right. It's a through and through. Something strange though," Opie shifted a little in the chair as she began to examine the wound, shifting her head from side to side and moving several times.
"What strange?" He demanded as he craned his own head to see as best he could.
"The wounds, exit wounds are for the most part always larger than the entrance wound but in this case if you were shot from front to back there should be. It looks like..."
"It looks like what Sarah?"
"I'm no expert Opie but I do know the longer we leaving it open, the greater the chance of infection. So, this is going to sting but just remember you are so getting head after this."
Opie let out a chuckle. "Baby, letting you sew me up is more than a blow job. I'm thinking we're entering anal territory."
"Oh really?"
"Come on, you like when I use my fingers. Hell, I seem to remember you coming so hard you fell asleep and I had blue balls."
"They weren't blue for long if memory serves, I woke up a few minutes later. I was just resting." Sarah smiled, really smiled for the first time since he'd come in the door, her hands were steady as she picked up the suture kit. "And you're right, I do like it. We can but I've got to be really drunk and we need all the lube in Charming."
3
Sarah closed out the page on the computer screen and rubbed her eyes. She hadn't slept much the night before, her mind racing and rushing to conclusions that she shouldn't have been even thinking about until she knew for sure.
Now she knew for sure, images on google were very helpful and pretending to be writing a story in a chat room full of doctors got her lots of information and some of their personal images which told her that she had been right.
The bullet hit Opie from behind. He'd babbled on and on, the drugs that she'd found in his medicine cabinet had hit him like a ton of bricks, Opie had told her in detail no less than three times exactly what happened at the shoot out.
She'd kept her mouth shut but it was clear that only Son's were at his back. She'd done her best to push it out of her mind, to give her full attention to Opie which wasn't hard. He'd said a lot the night before, many things about her body and one thing she couldn't let herself think about because he obviously didn't know what he was saying when he suggested that they get married.
It had to be the drugs because as suddenly as he'd brought up marriage he'd started talking about building a new shed out back and then started to tell her a story about him and Jax when they were teenagers.
Shortly after that he was sleeping, snoring like a bear and so deeply sleeping that it was like he was a bear in a coma who could not be budged. Sarah had eventually managed to fall asleep to the sound but woke well before him to make sure that there was breakfast ready.
Opie had been a little groggy from the pills but had refused to take anything stronger than Tylenol because he wanted to be alert at work. He was that much of a tough guy, to let something as minor as a gunshot wound have the brake and transmission jobs pile up at Teller-Morrow.
Before he'd left he asked if she'd heard anything from Elliott Oswald about the position and not knowing what else to say, she'd said that she was still waiting to hear back after sending her resume. A resume she'd never sent just because she'd wanted to try and find work on her own. Right now, work wasn't important but she could never tell Opie why. How could she go to a job all day with all she knew rattling around in her head? There was no way.
Sarah turned off the computer, grabbed her purse and walked out the door. She had no doubt that once she was out in town she'd run into her favorite blonde ATF agent and this time around, the woman was going to give her something more than half truths.