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Unwritten
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Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
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Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
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No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
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Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten -Natasha Bedingfield
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Belfast
"Cherry! Get the hell out of the office! I need you to sweep up!" Milla yelled, knowing full well that Cherry was in the process of either fucking or sucking O'Neil. She shivered, how the little club slut could go from a sweet boy like Half-Sack to a dirty git like O'Neil as beyond her. Then again who was she to talk? She was with a worthless bit of scum herself when the perfect man was across the pond. Either way, she held sway over the transplant.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'." Cherry said as she came out of the office, pulling on her cardigan and rushing to the closet to get the broom. O'Neil came out a few seconds later, smirking like the fink he was.
"Now, now Milla my love. I'm sure tha' sweepin' coulda' waited." He said as he walked up to the counter and leaned against it. "If ya, wanted ta' join in, all ya had to do was ask."
"I don't even want my husband's small Irish dick, what makes you think I want yours?" She asked with venom in her voice and O'Neil just creepily smiled at her.
"Don't be forgettin' yerself girl. I'm still a Son and last I checked yer still a woman." His threat was implied and Milla frowned, he was right. No matter how much she hated him he still pulled rank over her, but she'd be damned if she was going to apologize.
"Do you need anything?" Milla asked as civilly as she could and he grinned triumphantly.
"Get me a pack a fags lovely and some a that Guinness ya got behind the counter." Milla just nodded and got what he wanted, hoping he would just go away.
"Here ya go, standard Sons discount." She said and O'Neil leaned over the counter.
"Ya know, I could help ya wit' that husband a yers." He leaned over the counter a bit and Milla moved out of his way.
"You forget, he's Jimmy's man. McGee wouldn't want you fucking up the deal. Besides..." She moved in slightly closer. "I know your price and I'd rather stick my hand in a garbage disposal than touch you. Son or not."
With that she turned and silently got the message across to Cherry to clean or else She was going on her break and needed to get away from O'Neil, she couldn't tell anyone why exactly but she just hated the man and didn't trust him at all.
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"Aye, we're in the safe house and we've got tha guns in the surplus store." Cameron confirmed.
"Good, I'll be needin' ya to stay there for a while, a new shipment will be comin in t'ree weeks, it's earmarked fer the Sons but my associate will be meetin ya ta discuss tha details." Keegan said as he lit up and pulled the precious smoke into his lungs.
"This don' feel right Keegan. We do this we 'ave nowhere ta go. I thought ya wanted ta do right by Milla. This goes through she an' yer boy can never go back." Keegan closed his eyes and counted to a quick five, leave it to Cameron to bring up the whore.
"I do wanna do right by her. I told ya that. Now, are ya gonna do this for me or aren't ya? I can find others interested in this money." He smirked as he heard Cameron Sigh, he had him.
"Fine, I gotta go, we're deliverin the shipment in five. Should I give yer regards to yer in-laws?" Cameron asked spitefully and Keegan's mouth set in a line.
"You know better than that Cammy. Make sure they're happy and don' fuck this up." He hung up and took a few calming breaths. He had to call Zoebelle in a few minutes and didn't want to appear less than professional.
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Charming
"Daddy, the Irishman's on the line." Ethan looked up from his paperwork as his daughter made her announcement. He'd been screening his calls for exactly this moment. He wanted to talk to the Irish dealer who mistakenly thought he was calling the shots. That would not stand.
"Direct his call through Darling and don't let anyone else enter until the business is concluded." He said almost dismissively as he straightened out his stack of file folders, each containing a dossier on the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original. He'd just gotten to the little Latino that his Irish friend had so much hate for. An omen, if there were such things, for sure.
"Of course Daddy." He watched his beautiful girl go and held in a sigh, he didn't' know what he would do without her. With a shake of his head he picked up the phone, ready to knock the Irishman down a peg.
"Hello, Mr. Rafferty." He said civilly as he took out his notepad and kept his pen at the ready.
"Hullo Mr. Zoebelle. I trust t'ings are alright with ya?" Keegan asked and sat in the chair in his living room. It was so rare that he was home these days and with the whore and the tart at work and his son at Jimmy's he was free to roam as he wished.
"Things are well and progressing as scheduled. Did you speak with your associates?" He asked adding a hint of impatience to his tone. He was the one in charge at this juncture.
"Yes, just got off tha phone with 'em. They're on board. The question is, are you on board? Ya got the wheels turnin' yet?" Keegan knew the bastard was trying to keep him low and wouldn't stand for it. He was the one that pulled the strings here.
"Everything has been set into motion Mr. Rafferty." He held himself in check. The boy was good, but he was better.
"Good, good, ya still gonna take care a' the bitch? I want her broken and her husband destroyed along with that little club." Keegan smiled to himself as he thought about the Sons and their families torn apart by something he had set into motion. He'd think about this and laugh when he was drinking on the beach in Costa Rica.
"Everything will be taken care of. Have a good day Mr. Rafferty and I look forward to doing business with you." Ethan hung up and smiled to himself. Yes, everything would be taken care of and they'd start tonight.
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Belfast
Milla stood behind the counter and counted down the minutes until her car would arrive. She had to get to Fi's and collect her son. She also had to talk to Jimmy about giving her an extended leave, once he gave it she was in the clear. The people she loved would be safe and his threats would be moot. This time when she left Belfast she wouldn't be returning and he knew better than to harm Kerri or Trinny.
Ever since she left California all she wanted was to go back and find her way into Juice's arms. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that he loved her and she loved him just as much. The time they had spent together was burned into her memory and could cause her body to respond at the merest thought of his strong arms and moving hips. She found herself blushing as she remembered the animal lust combined with the need for solace that drove their first encounter with each other, then the slow, drawn out way he made love to her before she left. As she felt the familiar heat build she turned her mind away from those pleasant memories and thought about her bank account. She'd already withdrawn the majority of her money and Trinny was hiding it for her in the "provisions" safe for her. Milla would never be able to thank Trinny for all the help she was giving her. Without Trinny, Milla would be stuck. Shaking her head Milla smiled as the familiar black car rolled in but frowned slightly when Cormac got out.
She couldn't deny that she'd been avoiding the man since she returned from Charming. He represented a different life to her. Now that she had Juice she was faithful. She had no place in her bed for anyone else, not even the man who had been her savior for so long. It made her feel like a heel but there really wasn't anything else to say. Juice was her man now and not even Cormac could make her stray. With a deep breath she grabbed her bag and met Cormac at the door. He looked surprised for a second but then he escorted her to the car and opened the door for her. Once he got in he smiled wide and turned his storm blue eyes to her.
"I can't tell ya how much I've missed ya lovely. Yeh've been so hard ta get a hold of." His smile faltered when he saw her looking down at her clasped hands. That was never a good sign, and it was even worse when she started wringing her hands. "What is it my love?"
He watched her take her bottom lip between her teeth and worry it a bit and suddenly felt his stomach turn. The look on her face couldn't be good and when she turned her suddenly tearful eyes to him he felt the first crack in the facade. He swallowed down the lump in his throat as he turned his eyes to the road.
"I'm so sorry Cor...I didn't intend for this...I thought, I thought you'd be my savior." She said before emotion closed her throat and Cormac took a deep breath and was going to speak before Milla continued. "I love you, I always will but...I have this chance to be with him, I love him...he's always been in my heart and I truly belong to him. I'm so sorry."
As the apology left her mouth Cormac felt his heart squeeze in two. This was it; she was dropping him for that biker in California. The biker that he suddenly wished Keegan had killed. Sudden rage filled him. The man didn't deserve her! He hadn't killed for her, hadn't betrayed his cause for her! The dumb bastard didn't even fight for her! No he betrayed her, he cast her out and now...now he offered her a crumb and she abandoned everything for him? No, she was his; he'd earned his right to be with her. In a moment of petulant rage he locked the doors and took a right turn toward the docks. She was going to hear him out, see that he loved her like no other.
"Cormac, what are you doing?" She asked calmly as she moved to take up as little of the space he commanded as possible. Spending so much of her youth among alpha males had taught her how to stop most fires before they started. He looked over and kept on driving, he knew where they were going.
"I love ya." He heard his voice break and felt ashamed for a second. "I deserve to call ya my own. Ya don' know...ya don' what I've done fer ya, what lengths I've gone ta fer ya. Nothing this man could do could come close ta that."
Milla looked at Cormac and felt like the worst person in the history of the world. He was right, he'd done so much for her and here she was dropping him the second that she had Juice. She was a bitch in the highest caliber but she couldn't change the way she felt or take back her words. Not when she'd meant them.
"Cormac, I don't know what you think you're doing but I need to get to Fi's. My son needs his Mama. Please, bring me to my son then you can curse me as much as you want but this won't change anything. We still love each other but that love has changed. You were my hope, my truth and my sanity for so long that it's going to be hard to change that but right now it's over. You have the chance now to go on with your life, find a woman and break whatever convoluted deals you've made on my behalf. I love you but it's not the same." She felt her heart break when he turned to look at her with dead eyes before he turned his eyes back to the road and turned to a side street. She breathed a sigh when she saw Fi's street ahead, it was almost over.
Soon they pulled in front of Fi and Jimmy's house and Cormac stopped abruptly but remained behind the wheel. After a few moments he turned his face to hers and she felt a chill o up her spine.
"I don' know why I wasted my time with a whore like ya. Yer not worth the sacrifices I've made fer ya. Go get yer boy an' wait until yer called. I don' even wanna see yer face again." He said the words coldly and almost mechanically and Milla scrambled out of the car. Once her feet were on the sidewalk and the door closed he peeled off and she felt the cracks in her heart shatter. She'd hurt him, hurt him in ways he didn't deserve and she felt evil but it had to be done. She was Juice's now and Cormac had been an obstacle. She just wished it could have gone differently.
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Charming
Juice grinned at his brothers while he watched the croweater grind the pole. Life was good. Bobby was out of prison, they were flush with new business and he had Milla. Yeah, life was great. Life would be better once he had his woman in his arms again and the thought caused an unexpected rise in him and he looked at the various sweetbutts and croweaters milling around. Any one of them would do as a solution to his problem but he didn't want them. He shook his head as he pounded back his brew. Ever since he'd finally had Milla none of the club sluts could do it for him anymore. He'd gotten blow jobs and the occasional handy but he couldn't bring himself to stick his dick in any of them, not when he finally had her.
The more he thought about her the more pronounced his problem became and he couldn't take it anymore so he left the main room and went to the dorms. As soon as he found a free one he locked the door behind him and hopped onto the bed before he took out his phone. As he checked his dual clock he discovered that it was eight o'clock in Belfast. Milla would be up and the thought brought a new smile to his face. He could hear her voice and take care of this himself. His grin turned wicked as she answered.
"Hey handsome. How's the party?" He chuckled; of course she'd know Bobby was out. He'd heard Clay on the phone with her the day before.
"Boring now that the main event is done. I miss you baby." He whispered and he heard some movement on her end.
"I miss you too papi." At the tone of her voice he felt himself harden to a point that was almost painful. She didn't know what she did to him.
"Care to tell me how much you miss me?" He asked as he sat up and shrugged his cut off one arm, then transferred the phone and shrugged off the other, he'd gotten to the belt on his jeans when she answered.
"You alone?" She asked and he unzipped his pants before he answered.
"I'm in a dorm room and ready to hear how much you miss me. Go into as much detail as you can babe." He pushed his jeans and boxers down and waited, he needed this.
"Mmmm, where to start?" Oh god she was teasing him. "I miss your hands, your mouth, those strong arms holding me...I miss that smile and your voice...what else?"
He groaned as she soon gave up the game and told him what he wanted to know. In record time he got off and had her go somewhere so she could take care of herself too. He wasn't a selfish lover and that trait extended to phone sex. As he told her what he wanted her to do to herself he could picture it in his head. Her hands touching herself, running over those small but perfect breasts...god...she got him hot again and by the second round of it he was exhausted and knew he had to let her go.
"I love you." He whispered as a goodbye and she returned it before he hung up. As he laid his head against the pillows he smiled before sleep claimed his. She was his, all of her, and he just had to bide his time.
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Belfast
After the phone call and subsequent fun Milla was wiped. Luckily Kerri had the day off from school and took Little Clay with her for a few hours of fun in the "big house". This meant that Milla could enjoy a long relaxing bath. She just wished Juice had given her more warning about what he wanted, then she would've had the bath ready. With a chuckle she dipped her hand in the water and added some salt. Once she stripped she sighed as she sunk into the water. This was a small heaven. She let a smile drift along her face as she relaxed in the water before suddenly she jolted up. She was in a sudden panic, a voice was frantic in the back of her head and it was telling her to call her mother. She knew better than to ignore that voice so she took her phone from its place by the tub and dialed. It went to voicemail so she dialed it again and did it three more times before she just decided to leave a message.
"Hey Ma, I know this is going to sound silly but I suddenly got a strange feeling that I should check on you. Anyway, sorry for the bitch moment I just want you to know that I love you and hope that this is just some paranoia. I'll give Little Clay a kiss for you if you give Abel one from me. Please call me and, not to be sappy, I really do love ya Ma." She hung up the phone and sank back into the water. Her peace of mind was shattered but still she sat in the tub, she had feelings she needed to dissect.