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Thank you all for your kind words and feedback on the last chapter. I had rearranged what I originally intended on writing to suit you all but hopefully it works out the way you want it to. Please let me know what you think of this chapter as I am unsure of the ways of the club but I hope I pulled it off.
So as promised, here is the next update.
Clay lingered at the chapel doors, peering back over his shoulder trying to not let his guard down.
"Waiting for something, brother?" JT asked, seething low as he called this man his brother. He stood dragging the leg chairs of his seat against the flooring as he hesitantly placed his hands down on the table causing Gemma who was still at his side to place her hand gently over his, pleading with him not to start anything up.
Clay spun back around and stepped out of the chapel with a defeated sigh.
"Close the doors" JT spat out then sat back down in his rightful seat before exhaling deeply.
"John" Gemma spoke cautiously, knowing that he would most likely snap at her- but he didn't. Instead he sat silent in his own head space and it was beginning to irk at her. "Please, say something."
"Like what Gem?" He finally made eye contact with her and smiled sadly. "You know how this is gonna look to everyone out there? Hm?" He asked as she sat back in her seat with a defeated stance.
"I do. And I'm sorry we did that but you should know it never meant anything to me."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't divorce you?" Tears welled in Gemma's eyes as she shook vigorously. Her body was shaking from her sobs that she didn't bother trying to muffle.
"Because I still love you. I can get past all your indiscretions towards me but you offering me up the same in return is unfair?" JT tensed his jaw tight. She did have a point. His head seemed to be reeling in all the emotions.
"Your the one who made that brilliant road rule Gem so don't use that against me. I can say that I've only ever cheated on you a handful of times since we've been married and that's saying a lot. I've been a committed man for the past few years" he rasped honestly. Gemma gaped a few moments not really believing that but she could tell by his slumped, defeated posture that he spoke the truth. JT was as loyal as you could make them.
There had been a time recently where he'd allowed that rule to slip through the cracks just once while he was in Ireland but he dared not mention anything of it. Just the thought of cheating himself had him throwing up in his throat. He wouldn't ever want the woman he loved to find out about his infidelity but again- the road rules stopped him from saying anything. Said woman from Ireland was becoming obsessive to the point where every time he was in Belfast on business with the IRA to negotiate a deal to try and get out of the gun running distribution business- she would always be around, trying to worm her way into his life at one point or another which was why he cut her loose before she got really attached.
That had been the only time he slept with another woman who wasn't his wife. His view of life was everything like the view of a decent and faithful husband living a nine to five job with the wife, kids, two story home with a white picket fence, a big back yard and all that. But, JT lived this life. He didn't have the nine to five job but he did have a loving wife, kids and a two story home with a white picket fence and a big back yard. He had everything a man could ever ask for or want.
It was when Gemma spoke that broke his train of thought.
"I don't know the extent of his actions but he see's you as a weak man because you want out of guns."
The president stayed silent as he rolled her words around in his head. There was no way he let himself get this low in life. JT for one knew he wasn't a weak man. He was clever and to know that guns weren't in their line of business, the best decision made by him was to get out of it before it ruined him.
He'd started the club as something for men like him to find a home within after their time serving in the war. He didn't want to see other veterans take their own lives based on what they've seen on bloody mind fields. It was traumatizing enough to still live and breath among the civilians of the country and he'd be damned if he lets the greed for money overpower his intended idea for an organisation as huge as the Sons of Anarchy.
Not everything was about money. The brotherhood within his organisation was what JT saw.
"What's your point here Gemma?" He had a hunch but to hear her confess it would be far better off than simply assuming out loud.
"As I said, I don't know the extent of his actions but I wouldn't put it past him to think ending you would be a good idea for the club. And with what just happened, I'd say he isn't a man who likes to be humiliated."
"Then I'll just have to break him won't I?" Without waiting for a response, he continued on. "Get out" JT seethed. "Get the fuck out. Don't go looking for my kids coz I'll tell you now you won't get a chance to sink your filthy claws into them. Far as I'm concerned, we're done. Until I'm ready to face our divorce, you stay at home. You do shit on my terms." So he was pretty much keeping her under his thumb. It was his selfish way of getting back at her. "If I even get a whiff that your running, with or without the kids, I'll come looking for you. No matter where in this country you go, I'll find you. And when I do, I'll tie you against our bed and make sure you know what it's like to feel betrayal. Understood?"
Gemma had never been on the receiving end of her husband's wrath before; had witnessed it yes, but never had she been so shit scared in her life. All she could do was nod in shock as a response before he yelled at her to get the fuck out.
Gemma winced as the chapel doors slammed shut behind her and she took in the clubhouse. Two of the nine original members sitting at the bar with a glass of whiskey in their own hands. Piney and Wally Grazer who had just got back from his run with a few of the Fresno guys. He was patched into redwood while the rest of the clubhouse came up empty.
Seemingly rude as it appeared, Gemma stalked past both brothers without so much as a warm greeting, having felt more embarrassed now than any other time in her entire life.
"What was wrong with that picture brother?"
JT, Piney and Wally were three of the first nine members who besides Clay were the only members still patched into SAMCRO. Lenny the pimp was currently serving time while the rest of the first nine members had spread up and down the coast taking up their own brother chapters. Wally had been another close brother to JT. It was the same story that came with JT knowing Piney. They'd all fought in the war together.
"She fucked around on JT" it was a simple statement that had Wally gasping in shock. Although, most of the guys had suspected as much, but it was still shocking to hear it finally coming to ears.
"Damn. And how's the old man handling it?" At the sound of something connecting with the wall behind those double doors, Wally and Piney figured nothing was being handled as well.
"That answer your question?" Wally nodded. "Until JT gets his head on right, you tail that woman. I'd assume he doesn't want her within contact of the kids cause he's asked me to take them in so make sure she goes straight home and until he says otherwise, you stay on her."
"You got it brother."
JT knew what the right thing to do was. He needed to end Clarence Morrow but that would only give him the easy way out. JT knew that Clay lived for his club. Knew that Clay lived for his brothers and there was nothing more worth the trouble than to take everything he's ever loved away.
JT stood looking smug in his side of the ring. Just watching Clay looking all the more fearful of what might come of tonight's events. As Chibs patched Clay up, Otto had done the same with JT.
"Make 'em bleed pres" Otto rasped in his ear causing JT to pay his brother on the shoulder. In his head he was thinking he'd do more than just cause the guy to bleed. Clay, finally released his vise like grip on his kutte, placing it over the chair he was sitting on and stepped into the ring.
Once the bell rang out and Otto stepped out of the ring, the fight was on. Clay threw a few decent right hooks but knowing he'd get his ass handed to him, he put all his energy and best efforts into the first ten minutes before JT had the upper hand; throwing just as hard as he could.
What drove JT over the edge though was what his so called wife told him about Clay. Maybe he was planning on ending JT's life. Maybe he wasn't but he knew his wife could be manipulative and he could read between the lines.
As JT laid one final combination of fighting tactics to Clay, he fell with a thump straight to the ground having been completely knocked out.
JT straightened up from his slouched position over Clay's limbs, he looked out to the crowd that had gathered consisting of his club. He could tell they were waiting to see what would come next from their president.
Final decision made, JT crouched down, this time to gain Clay's attention as best as he could. The guy coughed up and spat out his own blood as he gained consciousness but he could barely open his eyes. With the cold encouragement of JT, he finally sat up.
"Guess I had a change of heart. You will not be spending your days here."
This was JT's time to prove himself the leader everyone was looking for in him. All the weakness or whatever weakness his brother's thought he was beginning to show was about to be proven wrong in this very moment.
"John-" Clay croaked out knowing he shouldn't of believed the easy pass he received earlier. "Please." The man never once in his life begged for anything and it showed who was truly in charge.
"Killing a soon to be ex member would just make his life easier. He deserves to live with this for the rest of his life. Any of you disagree then speak now and we'll proxy this shit" the authority in his voice was clear as he cast a slow shadowy eye down on his brothers who all stayed silent which he took as a good sign. "Good then. Chibs, patch this lifeless piece of shit up and keep him in his dorm, I want someone on guard. Piney, get Lee on the phone, tell him we need his enforcer to handle the cover up's of his tat's and when that shit's done send him on his way and burn his kutte. He's no brother of ours." With a final disgusted look down on a man he once considered brother, JT straightened back up and looked out to the crowd who were all nodding their head in retrospect.
For the next half hour, JT had managed to get a quick but thorough patch up by Otto resulting in little to no injuries, safe for the minor cuts to his bottom lip and right cheekbone.
"You did the right thing pres" Otto rasped with respect as JT stood having been finished getting patched up.
He showered slowly, allowing the lukewarm water to wash away the day's events. He went to check in on Freya who was dead to the world, much to his relief, then joined in with the rest of his brother's over a beer or two.
The guys knew better than to approach him as he sat at the bar nursing his first few beers for the hour while the music in the background kept him grounded. It wasn't nearly as relieving to have ex-communicated a brother as he thought it would be. Part of JT thought it would be better somehow that they just killed Clay and bury his body in some unmarked shallow grave but he was smarter than that. Least if the man still lived, he'd know he would lose everything he loved. And in his own head, JT knew he was more of a man for allowing the scum to live rather than just kill him. He would earn more respect from his brothers.
"You doing good pres?" Chibs asked. JT knew it took a lot of balls for him to approach seeing as he could tell the guys were gossiping behind his back bitching about who would approach him in the first place. JT guessed Chibs was the one he drew the short straw and JT smirked.
"Better than okay brother." Just as he stood to head to the bathroom the rumble of motorcycles caught his attention over the music still playing in the background. He looked over his shoulder from the bar where he sat and did a quick count of members that were living it up with crow eaters. Aside from Tig and Bobby who were with his kids and Wally who Piney had ordered to stay on Gemma until told otherwise, he spotted most of his guys bar one. Clay. Just as he was about to stand from his stool, the clubhouse doors burst open with an angry looking tattooed biker.
Happy was a fuming killer on the hunt for his prey. Riding nonstop to Charming wasn't at all fitting for neither Happy and Kozik. Once they pulled into the Charming lot it was damn near three am, Happy wasted no time stopping right outside the clubhouse and cutting his engine. Too worried about Freya- he didn't give a shit about the aches in his joints and what not and made a beeline straight for the inside of the clubhouse as Kozik parked up at the end of the respectable line of bikes.
Happy hastily looked around the clubhouse spotting most of his brother's passed out with their game of pussy for the night then JT who had moved to see who'd entered his clubhouse and Happy stopped in his tracks as Kozik waltzed in not long after he.
"Shit we missed out on a good night" Kozik cracked as Happy glared at him. "Or me man. Take a fucking joke" Kozik rasped knowing full well that Happy had managed to keep his shit between his pants since he and Freya became official.
"I better hope he's being faithful to my little girl" JT slurred out as he slid of his stool perched at the bar.
"Shit pres, I didn't see you there" Kozik stumbled out.
"How the hell could you miss me?" JT stumbled towards Happy and Kozik who moved to stop from falling face forward.
"Pres" Happy rasped catching JT. "You okay?" JT could feel his head spinning and held Happy for a moment then answered.
"Didn't think you'd make it until tomorrow night" JT asked in confusion. Being Lee's enforcer you would think that JT would hate the idea of this man being with his daughter but he treated her right.
"Why would you think that?"
"Asked Piney to call Lee to ask you to make your way down here. Got something I need you to take care of. You got your ink kit here?" JT rasped softly.
"Nah, it's back in Tacoma."
"I need you to do a job for me but I'll tell you more about it in the daylight."
"You got it pres."
Moving on to a much more lighter topic, JT sighed. "I tried calling you earlier but you didn't pick up" JT rasped. As he moved them towards the dorms for more privacy he continued. "Anyways, she's sleeping in hers and Megan's dorm. Won't be going home anytime soon."
Happy didn't ask any questions. "I was worried about her. I called her earlier and she dropped the phone. Lost contact and it bugged the fuck out of me." JT grinned with a nod.
"That answers why I thought you made it here so fast then. Take care of my girl Hap. She's gonna need you around." Happy had no idea what the hell that meant but he nodded. "Don't hurt her the way I hurt Gemma" he stumbled towards the bathroom at the end of the hallway before he slipped into her dorm and stopped short upon seeing her small frame curled up into a ball cuddled into that stupid panda he won for her at fun town a few months or so ago. He let out a relieving breath and shut the door behind him. There was no sign of Megan or Jax so he quietly stripped himself of his clothes, strode towards her in a few short steps and gently pulled the panda teddy bear from her hold and dipped into bed behind her.
"I got you babe." He rasped before settling in for some much needed sleep.
It hadn't even felt like hours before Happy was being woken up by Freya thrashing in her sleep.
"Freya" Happy was persistent with trying to wake Freya up but the more she fought him, the more aggressive she got. "Fuck babe" Happy growled as he sat her up in bed and brushed her sticky hair that had formed from her sweating from her face. "Freya wake the hell up."
Freya's eyes shot wide open finally managing to hear his voice clear as day and she blinked away the tears. "Hap" she cried out causing Happy to sigh tiredly. "I'm so sorry."
"No need to be sorry babe" he laid them back down and she curled into his chest, wrapping her arm around his waist and holding for dear life. He calmed her down some, brushing back her blonde locks and kept whispering in her ear that everything was gonna be okay. Eventually she fell back asleep but he laid wide awake wondering what the hell caused her to react like that.
The next morning when she finally came to, she tensed in his arms with her back towards him his chest. "Back to sleep" his gravelly voice sent shivers down her spine and goosebumps to arise on her arms. She knew he was awake but had his eyes closed. The events of the previous day came crashing back.
Her mother cheating.
Showdown in the lot in front of everyone.
Her breakdown over what happened.
Her father laying out his feelings towards her heading off to college.
Wait- college. A slow smile started sporting her face. Without warning, in one swift movement she had Happy laying on his back as she moved to straddle him.
"I thought I was dreaming when you woke me this morning" she could tell by the look in his eyes that he'd been wide awake and most likely worried about her.
"I scare you?" He rasped gravely, laying his hands on her hips. She could feel his morning wood pressing against her center and shivered at the thought while he gently stroked her exposed skin.
"I thought you were Jax or my dad when I woke" she whispered as she pecked his cheek. "Did dad or one of the guys call you?"
"No. Sounded like something was up when I called you and no one would fucking answer their phone when I tried them."
"So you don't know what happened?" She asked as she pulled back. She brushed her hair back with a pout of her lips and wrapped her arms around herself. He raised his brow in confusion and sat up while holding her in place.
"What's wrong Freya?" He whispered hoarsely while gently brushing her cheek with his thumb.
"Nothing. I don't wanna talk about it. Please just- take it all away." The pain was evident in her voice and Happy flipped them so he laid between her legs. "Take the hurt away baby."
And so he did just that. For the better part of the morning Happy was gentle with Freya when she needed him to be and he was rough with her when she demanded that of him.
"Jesus babe, if I get woken up like that everyday, you wouldn't ever be able to walk" Happy gruffed out into her ear while still laying atop of her, twitching member still deep inside of her. He felt her giggle under him and only just pulled his upper half up a little to catch her lips again.
"Well-" she seductively stated. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gently combing her fingers over the back of his head while her legs wound tightly around his waist, bringing him further down on her. "Then you'll be glad to hear that I'll be moving up your way within a few months" she announced causing Happy to jolt right up and pulling right out of her.
"What?" He asked as if he didn't hear right. "I thought-" she had told him what she'd gone and done behind her parents back and he wasn't at all impressed. He knew he'd get half the heat but he'd deal if it made her happy to at least try to apply in Washington.
"So did I. Dad didn't want me applying outside of the state but he told me they called home and asked what extracurricular I wanted to take part in after I already accepted. I think he would've been angry before what went down yesterday which is why he is willing to let me go now."
"And what went down yesterday?" Happy was up and reaching for his clothes he'd folded neatly on the dresser. "Don't think I forgot about what I saw. Who the fuck hit you babe?" Happy addressed finally. He had stopped at one point to examine the damage to her cheek and instantly tensed before she distracted him with that pouty lip and got back to their extreme hot and heavy round of sex. He was suddenly on her again, pinning her back down on the bed with his own body. He gently caressed the fine hand print on her face and tensed his jaw.
"You know when I cut out on our phone call yesterday?" Freya began to explain.
"Yeah."
"I saw something I shouldn't of." She took a deep breath and proceeded. "Mom cheated on dad."
"Oh shit." That explained why no one was picking their goddamn phones up. That was against club rules. It was okay for brothers to fuck around on their wives but the women weren't given the same unless of course their old men were serving time then they were aloud a free pass. Prison clause was called prison clause for a reason. It was just the way shit worked in their world.
"And get this- it wasn't some rich white ass civilian she chose to cheat on dad with either. It was a brother."
"What?" Happy asked in shock. He rose from the bed and shifted onto his side. "Who was it?" He was never the gossiping man but he was shocked that Gemma would go so far as cheating with a brother.
"Dad's right hand. Clay."
"Shit. Now that explains your dads behavior last night."
"What'd he do or say?"
"Asked if I had my ink here and he was piss drunk."
"Shit." Freya combed her fingers through her hair tiredly. "Doesn't stop there though. I went to tell dad about it and Gemma said some hurtful things. I don't think I could ever look at her the same way."
Happy was silent for the longest of moments before he spun back to face her. He cupped her face and traced the sign of the red hand print on her check. "Still haven't answered my question babe. Who hit you?"
"Mom did" was her small reply. He wiped the fallen tear and pulled her back into his arms.
"No matter where we end up Freya, you'll always be mine. I'll protect you with my life, even if it's the last thing I do."
AN. So I don't know about any of you readers but I find JT would've been a faithful husband to Gemma, safe to say he slipped through the cracks when he got Maureen Ashby pregnant on the show but I picture him to be a loving and faithful husband like couples who've been together for at least a few decades.
Any who, thoughts?
