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Bamby
SPOV
"Do you really have to come with me?" I asked Juice and Chibs as they followed me into the studio.
Juice nodded, looking around at the girls dressed in costumes. "Yes. We definitely have to be here."
Chibs nodded. "Clay wants us to make sure this partnership works. And Jax wants us to make sure you stay out of trouble."
I rolled my eyes, kissing Luann on the cheek. "Hey, hun."
She smiled, looking up at me long enough to give me a quick hug. "Hey, babe. You came just in time." she gestured to the scene she was currently making.
"You're a bad boss, Mr Draper." Lyla told the male actor.
"Yeah." he nodded as she smacked him with a shoe. They were in a set that was set out like an office. He nodded again, really liking her hitting him. "Yeah. Like that. Uh-huh. Yeah, Mummy. Yeah, Mummy. Oh, yeah. Yeah, harder."
"All right." Luann called. "Big finish Lyla."
Lyla grabbed a bottle of some sort of alcohol, drinking the last of it. Then, just like that, she shoved the skinnier part up his ass, the guy screaming out in both pain and pleasure.
"Cut! Check it." Luann called, seeming pleased.
I nodded. "I could get used to working here." she looked up at me, both of us grinning.
Behind us, Chibs and Juice stood from the couch they had been sitting on, watching the show. Now clapping, they cheered the performers.
"Bravo." Chibs nodded, Juice grinning ear to ear. "Encore!"
I just rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "Office. Now." I told the two of them before moving to the office.
They came in, sitting at the desk as I closed the door. "Three weeks." I sighed, moving to sit behind the desk. "We've been in business for three weeks. I'm sure Clay knows things are gonna work. And Jax? Well tell him to go screw himself. I'm fine."
Chibs nodded. "We know you are, Lett. But with Georgie and those Aryans around, Clay wants us to make sure things run smoothly here." he stood up, looking at me apologetically. "Sorry, darlin'." he sighed, walking out.
I turned to Juice, not saying a word, and he noticed.
"You haven't spoken to me since the hospital after Gemma got in the car accident." he stood, walking over to me. "What's wrong?"
I shrugged. "Why does something have to be wrong?" I went to turn away from him.
He grabbed my arm, turning me so I faced him completely. "Tell me, please."
I sighed. "I can't talk to you, because if I do, it leads to more. And when we sleep together, people get hurt."
He shook his head, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"The first time I slept with you, Donna died. The second time, my mum was in a car accident. I just get the feeling it's a sign. Telling me we shouldn't be together."
He laughed. "Are you serious?" I answered with a shrug and his grin grew. "Come on. You really think it's our fault?"
I looked up at him. "No. I'm not stupid." but that didn't mean I felt any less guilty. I couldn't stop wondering if had I been around, could I have helped Donna or mum?
The door opened as Bobby and Luann walked in, Luann seeming pissed.
"What's going on?" I asked, walking around Juice.
Luann gestured to Bobby as he started going through boxes of paperwork. "Apparently, Clay said he can do the book keeping." she told me, definitely pissed.
I sighed. "Bobby, what the hell's going on?"
He just shrugged. "Don't ask me. It was Clay who sent me here."
I turned to Luann, hoping I could calm her. "Okay. Look. Let me just call Jax and see if he knows anything, okay? We'll fix this."
She sighed, frustrated as hell. "Fine." she nodded, walking out of the office.
I pulled my phone out, dialling my brother's number. "I swear I'll kill someone by the end of the day if this isn't fixed." I told Juice, and he was out of there in an instant.
...
Jax walked in and Luann was over to him in an instant, finally, leaving me to breath for a minute. Since Bobby arrived she had been practically yelling in my ear the whole time. It was getting on my nerves. Ima, one of the girls- the one we'd found at Georgie's- walked in, and I watched as Luann and Jax talked to her. I sighed, shaking my head. It was obvious the girl liked my brother. Gonna have to get Tara to fix that before things get bad.
Speaking of which, Tara rushed in, running to Jax. But Ima stepped between the two of them, and my blood boiled. There was a moment and I watched as Jax ignored the porn-star and left with Tara.
"Step back, before I break your pretty little nose." I told her once Jax and Tara walked off.
She scoffed, looking me up and down. "You think I'm scared of some Samcro slut? Luann and Jax would have you out on the streets before you could even try."
I grinned. "You don't know who I am, do you?"
She rolled her eyes. "Some old-lady-wanna-be bitch? So, what? Back off." she pushed past me.
I watched her go, contemplating if I should follow her. But Tara had dragged Jax out of here pretty fast, and I had a bad feeling something was going down. So, I made my way to the exit.
As I walked out, I caught the end of what looked like mum and Clay arguing.
"Don't you touch- Don't!" mum yelled at Clay, sitting on the hood of a car as she started to cry. I could see fear in her eyes, a fear I knew all too well.
...
I pulled into the lot, closing my car door and heading for the office. Mum sat at the desk, watching me as I closed and locked the door behind me.
"What's going on?" she asked, turning away from the computer.
I nodded. "You wanna tell me what happened the night you got hurt?" I asked. She opened her mouth to speak but I stopped her, adding, "I know you were raped."
Her jaw dropped. "What are you going on about?"
I shrugged. "The way you reacted when Clay touched you, I just know there was no car accident. You were raped. Don't ask me how I know that, I just do. All I want to know is whose ass I have to kick. Or I'll tell Clay."
She stood up, walking over to me. "Are you threatening your mum?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I am." I shrugged, not intimidated at all.
After a moment, she realized she couldn't scare me enough to get me to change my mind. So, she just sighed. "Those Aryan guys... I think. They wore masks."
"'They'?! How many were there?"
She looked down, sitting behind the desk again. "Three."
"Shit! Mum, why haven't you told the guys? They can get the bastard who did this."
She shook her head though. "They did this to hurt the club. If I tell, they win."
I sat down on the spare chair, sighing. "So, what the hell do we do?"
JPOV
I knocked on Scarlett's door, ready to go to the wrap party Luann was throwing at the studio. I just had to grab Scarlett, and we could go.
She opened the door, standing there in sweats and a plain shirt. "What's up?"
I looked her up and down, trying to ignore the fact I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. "I thought you were coming with us to the party?" I asked, looking back up to her eyes.
She shrugged, leaning on the doorframe. "Not really interested in watching half naked girls ride on the guys' laps."
I nodded. "You want one of us to stay behind?"
She looked up at me. "Wouldn't mind you staying so I knew you weren't one of the guys those girls were riding." she admitted.
I shook my head. "You said, no jealousy, and that we can sleep with others." I noted. "You also said, you were done with me."
"I know." she shrugged. "That's why I'm not asking you to stay." she said before closing the door in my face.
...
I sat with Chibs on the couch, girls all over us, yet I just wasn't interested.
Chibs hit my shoulder. "What the hell's wrong with you?" he gestured to the girls on my lap. "You got two beauties on you. Cheer up, brother." he laughed.
I shrugged. "I'm not really feeling up to partying tonight." I admitted.
He sighed, scooting over to talk to me. "This is about Letti, isn't it?" when I didn't answer he shook his head. "I tried warning you, but you just won't listen. So, if you're gonna go there, Juicy boy, hurry up. She won't mess around for much longer."
I sighed, letting my head fall back. "I think she's already tired of messing around. She won't even talk to me now."
Chibs just shrugged. "Then do something about it."
SPOV
I sat in bed, pulling out my phone where I looked at the picture for the millionth time. Drew had sent it to me, telling me he was in town. It was a picture of me walking out of Caracara, and by the looks of it, it had been taken in the last couple days.
With shaking hands, I shoved my phone into my bedside table draw, pulling out my gun before slamming it shut. With my gun in hand, I stayed up all night, paranoid he'd break in, just like he had in other places I'd lived in...
BaMbY
