Chapter 26
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing associated with Sons of Anarchy. All rights belong to the genius of Kurt Sutter. I own only my OC's.
At nearly ten to eight that evening, the members of Samcro began filing into the clubhouse chapel. Jax sat at the head of the table, gavel in hand watching his club, brothers, family enter the chapel and take their seats. Once everyone was inside and seated, Juice closed the chapel doors, just as Jax cracked the gavel drawing church to order. As he watched his brothers around the table – he debated whether SAMCRO would ever see its way to being anything more than a bunch of outlaws. Pushing his wayward thoughts to the side, he looked down the table towards Juice. "So Juice, what do we know about Cliff and Duke Weston?"
After talking with Abel and Jax earlier in the afternoon, Juice had spent all afternoon digging up shit on Cliff and Duke Weston. "Well Prez," he began "after Weston's death they were separated by the foster system Duke in and out of homes – Cliffie eventually with an aunt here in Charming until he was about sixteen. Looks like he ran-away and hooked with his brother."
Tig snorted his indifference to the Weston children's rough childhood showing rather loudly. Chibs elbowed Tig motioning for him to shut it quick. Abel was eager for more than family bullshit – he prayed Juice had something more useful to tell them. Jax was pleased that as the resident techie Juice was so through – but like Abel he prayed for my useful intel.
"When did they hook up with Aryans?" questioned Jax.
"From what I was able to gather, Duke never really left the Aryans. Appears as though Cliffie was shipped off to stay with an Aunt just outside of Charming. Duke on the other hand was taken in by a family known to be strongly supportive of the Aryans."
"Great" Jax mumbled so he grew up eating and sleeping this white power bull-shit. So do we know if it's actually one of them trying to climb to the top of mount whitey?"
"Actually we do" replied Juice with a wicked grin. "Duke definitely has his eye on running things from the top of mount whitey. From what I have been able to gather – he's making his play here in Charming."
"Fuckin' bastard!" exclaimed Chibs "tryin' to use SAMCRO to climb to tha top."
"Not on my watch they aren't" replied Jax with barely controlled venom.
"Excuse me, but do one of you want to tell me what the hell is going on around here. Who the hell are Cliffie and Duke Weston and why do they have such a damn hard-on for SAMCRO?"
Simultaneously almost all eyes in the room turned to Jax. They all knew this was his story to tell – his demon to carry. Just as Jax was about to open his mouth to speak Clay did instead. Speaking quietly and with purpose Clay drew the attention of every man in the room. Addressing his grandson directly Clay began, "Zobel and Weston," he murmured his eyes wandering through the past. He spoke with such clarity, strength, and purpose as he related the awful events surrounding Gemma and her attack. He made sure his grandson knew that his father handled it like a real man – like any member of SAMCRO should have. As he finished speaking he slowly stood from the table and for the first time ever quietly walked out of an on-going SAMCRO chapel meeting. Under normal circumstances such disrespect of chapel would not be tolerated, especially from a former president, under the circumstances though Jax was willing to cut him some slack.
"So you wacked their ol' man leaving them with a death wish hard-on for SAMCRO?" asked Abel with bitter anger dripping from every word.
'Sins of the father – revisited on the son,' how true is that thought Jax as guilt and worry swamped him. He did what was right for him, the club, and most of all his ma. Mistakenly someone out there thought Abel should pay the price for his father's sins. They obviously did not fully comprehend the lengths Jax would go to protect his family – to see them safe and happy.
Tig smirked 'death wish hard-on' how appropriate he thought. As those four little words bounced around in his head he found they applied on many different levels. Not that he would be sharing that juicy morsel of information with his SAMCRO brothers here at church or anytime in the near future.
Interrupting the random private thoughts of his brothers Jax spoke. "Duke and Cliffie have been smart up until now. We too have to be smart." Looking to his son, choosing a father's words over a president's "Son I know what you're thinking, but we have to play this smart. One wrong move and someone gets hurt or jail time. We need to learn all we can – make the smart moves."
Abel understood what is dad was saying – he honestly did but that didn't mean he had to agree with it. He hated what these too little psychopaths were doing to his life. How dare they come in to Charming and threatening the life of his unborn child! Would he still have a chance with Amanda when this was all over? Nine months alone was a long time to ask a woman to be patient and wait. If things become serious with Amanda – he would be asking for her patience for the rest of their lives. Was it fair of him to want to tie her to him? He was asking her to not only accept him and SAMCRO, but to accept a child that would 'never' truly be hers. Was Amanda up for the challenge? Was Abel right about the things he saw in her eyes? In so many ways her strength of character reminded him of his mother. Nobody stood up to his dad and SAMCRO quite the way Dr. Tara Knowles-Teller did. Could Amanda be that person – that woman for him? Before his thoughts could wander any further Jax interrupted "Juice do we know where they are now? Do we have any idea what they have planned here in Charming?"
Juice shook his head "There are some folks here in Charming that have a reputation for being Aryan supporters, but that's all I was able to flush out. Whatever those little shits are up to, their playing it real close to the vest."
"So are we" Jax replied with a scowl "So are we!"
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Almost two weeks had passed since Amanda started working at the tattoo shop. Who knew that life could change so much in just two short weeks. Working at the shop was so much more than Amanda could have asked for. From a business standpoint there wasn't anything that Freddie wasn't willing to teach her. He made sure that she had her hand in all of the day to day activities. He even asked for her design ideas on a couple of large pieces this past week. Working at the shop was restoring her self-confidence. Over the last couple of weeks she began to rediscover her self-worth. Slowly she was reclaiming those things that Dean had taken away from her. For Amanda the door to the past was finally closing and her future was looking brighter every day.
Freddie had been wonderful about working around her schedule. He told her repeatedly that there was 'nothing more important than family.' Smiling quietly as she backed out of the Teller's driveway, she tried to pinpoint the exact moment when Tara, Jax, Rachael, and Katie became family. Amanda spent most every morning making sure Rachael got to school on time. After dropping her off, she had roughly two hours to herself before the shop officially opened. Her afternoons were spent at the shop and then later picking up Rachael from school.
She and Rachael had fallen into their own special little routine. Immediately after school they would stop for an after school snack; sometimes a large french-fry or ice-cream cone. Then they would head home. Amanda loved the idea of being able to cook for a real family. Those nights when she knew Tara would be late – she and Rachael would start dinner and work on homework until it was time to eat.
As she pulled away from the Tellar house, she reflected on just how fast the Teller women had become so important to her; hell it wasn't just Tara and Rachael, but the whole damn Teller family. Spending two or three evenings a week with Tara and Rachael talking about their days' was amazing for Amanda. Sometimes she actually caught herself feeling as though she were talking to her own mother and baby sister. With their simple love and kindness they were giving her the family she always wanted.
Turning on the radio, Amanda surfed to find any station playing something she could sing along to. Settling on a country station – Amanda found herself singing along with the likes of Tim McGraw and Kenny Chesney. She was extremely proud of the life she was building for herself here in Charming – there was only one thing missing Abel. She and Abel had talked maybe twice for like five or ten minutes in the last two weeks. She knew he was doing what was best for him, the baby, Maria, and SAMCRO but, that didn't make missing him any easier. She accepted his impending fatherhood. She would love any child of his unconditionally – always. Although it didn't feel that way right this second, Amanda had a chance with Abel this time – a real chance and she'd be damned if she let Maria or any other woman take that away from her.
Sitting at a red-light she found herself daydreaming. As the light turned green, her ringing cell-phone snapped her from her daydreams. "Hello" she answered absently not bothering to check the caller idea.
"Hello Amanda dear," came her mother's gentle if overly dramatic voice.
"Hello mother – how are you?" she asked more out of obligation that actually care or concern.
"Actually dear – it was your father who asked me to call you tonight."
Sighing deeply Amanda was not going to let her 'mother' spoil her good mood this evening. "Mother," she began "I really can't talk about this right now. Can I call you back later?" Without really waiting for an answer Amanda simply hung up. Tossing the phone on the seat next to her Amanda tried to reclaim her good spirits. Life was finally looking up and she was not going to let her mother spoil that for her. Within thirty seconds her phone was ringing again. Assuming it was her mother calling back – Amanda jerked the phone from the seat answering gruffly "Mother, I told you I can't talk right now – I will call you back later!" She was just about to hang up again when she heard an old familiar deep rumble laugh on the other end of the line. 'Abel…' she thought wistfully.
Affecting his best feminine pitch he spoke, "My beautiful darling daughter – too busy to talk with your dear sweet mum."
Amanda giggled, Abel's silliness banishing her minor irritation. "Abel you clown, I thought you were my mother."
"Obviously" was his only response. Typical Abel she thought waiting patiently – door open if she wanted to talk. While she was forever grateful that he was in her life and willing to listen; she simply wasn't ready to talk about her folks yet again. These days their time together was so precious she would not waste it yammering about her parents. Smiling to herself she quickly changed the subject – silently letting him know she appreciated the thought – but not right now. So instead she teased "So whatever can I do for you tonight sexy?"
The endearment caught Abel a little off guard. "Sexy huh?" he smiled "So" he drawled "you think I'm sexy?"
The all too familiar rumble of his deep teasing voice whispered up and down her spine. The goose-bumps his mere words created as familiar as the sound of his voice and still brand new every time she experienced it.
In her silence Abel picture her blushing, her eyes dancing with a teasing light. "Dammit," he thought not for the first time; how he wished he was free to pursue the way he felt. She deserved better than he'd ever given her. A bigger man would cut her loose; give her the freedom she needed to find a love she deserved. Shaking his head ruefully, he knew he was a selfish bastard who was going to hold on to for as long as he could.
Letting her off the hook, he tabled the teasing for another time. "I'm sorry for not calling you back sooner."
"Abel really it's fine. I know how much your dealing with right now. Besides, I'm ok right now – things are looking up."
Abel loved hearing the optimism in her voice. If anyone in his life deserved it – it was damn sure Amanda. The realization hit him like lightening – he missed the sound of her voice. He and Amanda hadn't really talked in a couple of days and hearing her now was like an addict needing his fix. He didn't care if she started talking about the weather or life on Mars – as long as she kept talking. "So MandaLynn, how things going at the tattoo shop?"
Abel knew that was the right question to keep her talking – even for just a little bit. Twenty minutes later, Abel had listened to all the daily happenings at the tattoo shop, he listened as she parked the truck and headed into her apartment, hearing Katie in the background made him smile. He hated thinking of Amanda home alone. He listened patiently as she made her way to her room – quietly shutting the door behind her. She continued to talk as she set her things down on the bed and began to change her clothes. Abel smiled, her voice becoming muffled as she pulled her top over her head and lay on the bed with a comfortable deep sigh. A deep longing filled his soul – how he wished he was there. His imagination working over-time as he pictured her laying on her bed half-dressed decompressing from her long day. The mere thought of her laying there in some silky lacy bra was causing his imagination and his hormones to work over-time. As Amanda started to ask how things were going with him – Abel interrupted "Are you wearing that little lacy black and peach bra?" He smiled wickedly at her audible gasp. "I'll take that as a yes," he murmured with glee.
"Actually," she replied saucily "it's black and pink – Mr. Smarty-pants."
"Mmmm black and pink – really; Is it lacy or silky or maybe both?"
"Abel!" she exclaimed feigning shock at his flirtatious questions about her lingerie.
"Don't play coy with me Amanda Lynn…answer the question?"
"And what about you Mr. Teller; what are you wearing, boxers or briefs?"
"Tsk-Tsk Ms. Stevens, didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude to answer a question with another question. That said, I asked first so – go on answer the question."
Laughter rich and flirty bubbled over as Amanda sat up on the bed watching herself in the large mirror above the dresser. This conversation was just what she needed. It had been way to damn long since her and Abel simply 'had fun.' She found herself amazed at the feelings his simple teasing evoked in her. Lord help her – she was totally, desperately, one hundred perfect head over heels in love with this man. She was building a good life here in Charming – she simply had to have faith it would be enough to see her through the devastation should Abel eventually choose Maria and the baby over her.
"Silence Ms. Stevens really…such a simple question. You are not trying to plead the fifth here are you? Cause if you are… I must warn you that could be a very bad idea."
"Really Mr. Teller a bad idea how so?" she giggled a little high pitched and girlish.
"Well you see…" he began calmly his deep voice warm and sweet "failure to answer such a simple question could be punishable by oh I don't know say extreme tickling."
"Oh no not extreme tickling," she gushed with a fit of laughter "anything but extreme tickling."
Abel laughed it felt good to be silly with Amanda. With her he wasn't expecting a baby with a girl from the 'wrong' family, he wasn't Jax Teller's son, or an outlaw member of SAMCRO; he was just Abel Teller her best friend. She knew the worst in him and yet she still wanted to be with me. Before he could continue their flirting banter any further he heard the front door open. Philly was bringing Maria home from work. He could hear Maria laughing over some silly ass comment Philly was making about her taste in music. Maria really did have a beautiful laugh – it really was one of the first things that attracted him to her. Their relationship right now might be all fucked up but that didn't mean had forgotten what a beautiful woman she was; or how her laughter washed over him in gentle waves. The second the words crossed his mind so did the guilt. He was sitting on the phone flirting with one woman while living with his pregnant ex. Amanda was his best friend and a forgiving soul, but how much could he fairly ask of her? Tabling his thoughts for the moment he told Amanda that he needed to go and check in with the prospects. "Will you be with the rug-rat tomorrow at my folks place tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.
"I'm picking her up and taking her over to Floyd's for a hair-cut and then we'll be at your folks place – why?"
He smiled happy with his current train of thought. "I'll see you and the rug-rat at mom and dad's tomorrow; will catch up – ok?"
"Sounds good Abel – See you tomorrow, Good-night." Amanda couldn't contain the joyous smile spreading across her face. "Oh Abel…" she quickly whispered just before he could hang up.
"Yeah?" questioned Abel hearing the pure infectious joy in her voice.
A moment of silence passed, "its only three little words – say it all-dam-ready." Unable to push the words past her lips, Amanda settled for safe "Be safe tonight Abel…I'll…I'll see you tomorrow," with that she prepared to hung up as she heard him whisper a soft 'good-night' before hanging up himself. Tossing the phone onto the bed beside her, Amanda stood moving around the room. Rummaging through her dresser, she found her favorite old faded Reaper Crew t-shirt, black yoga pants, and slippers and headed for the kitchen. Snatching her Ben & Jerry's cookie dough ice cream from the freezer; she grabbed a spoon and headed for the living room. Plopping down on the sofa, she watched Katie sitting in the small rocker-recliner across the way painting her toes some garish pinkish rose color.
Katie waited several long moments – waiting for Amanda to speak before she finally asked "Well?"
Swallowing a large bite of ice cream – Amanda smiled innocently "Well what?"
"Weelllllllllll" Katie drawled out "was that Abel on the phone just now?"
With a mouth full of ice cream, Amanda nodded yes a broad cheesy happiness coloring her smile and lighting her eyes. Katie sat back for a moment enjoying her best friend's obvious happiness. In a very short time she had come to think of Amanda as family; as such she only wanted the best for her. Wanting nothing to spoil her friend's noticeable delight; she prayed that things would work out for Amanda and Abel very soon. "So" she began with a wave of her hand "details…Amanda…I want details what did lover boy have to say?"
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Shoving his phone into the front left pocket of his jeans, Abel stood from the bed and headed out to the living room. Maria was searching the refrigerator, as Philly leaned against the counter defending his taste in cheesy horror films. "I cannot believe that you have never watched "Nightmare on Elm Street! What kind of person has never seen Freddie or Jason at their best?"
Abel smiled as he entered the kitchen "Save your breath man – if it a black and white 'classic'" he laughed using his hands to indicate sarcastic air quotes "then she has no idea what you're talking about."
"Classics….classics…classics" Philly sputtered goofily "I will have you know that there is nothing more classic than the original Nightmare on Elm Street or Halloween."
Pulling the fixing's for a ham and cheese sandwich from the frig; Maria turned laughing "I don't think I've ever watched Halloween either. Reaching for a plate from the cabinet Maria asked if either man would like a sandwich.
Philly thanked her for the kind offer, but declined saying he really needed to get back to the clubhouse. Abel thanked her agreeing that a sandwich sounded good. As Philly headed towards the door, Abel moved to walk him out to the driveway. "I'll be right back in," he called to Maria over his shoulder as he exited the house.
Standing beside Philly's bike – well outside hearing range of the house Abel asked "Any problems today?"
Philly rubbed his jaw distractedly searching for the right word. Abel sighed he knew that look – he knew Philly had something on his mind; something he was most likely not going to want to hear. "Spit it out Philly – I ain't got all damn night."
Straightening Philly thought about for a second or two longer before saying "The day was normal Abel nothing out of the ordinary…"
Abel had been around the other man long enough to know when something was eating at him. Philly may still only be a prospect, but Abel trusted his instincts. If there was something eating at Philly – there was usually a good reason for it.
"But?" Abel questioned with curious dread.
"Something just felt a little off all day Abel."
"A little off…what do you mean Philly?"
"Well" Philly began "Maria wanted to leave the hospital for lunch. She and I went up to the café about a block up from St. Thomas. As we walked I could have sworn we were being watched – followed actually. I tripled checked everything and there was never anyone out of the ordinary around us, but I couldn't shake that feeling."
"Dammit" thought Abel with a shake of his head. "Get back to the clubhouse and let the fellas know what you just told me. I want you to continue to stay with her at work – hell anytime she goes out and me or the brothers are not with her – I want you there." Philly agreed as he climbed onto his bike pulling away from the Teller's drive-way.
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The next day came with a flurry of activity. Abel was tired of sitting on his hands. Abel understood what his dad was trying to do with the club; going legit was probably what was best for SAMCRO long term, but now was not that time. Now was the time to start busting heads, kicking ass, and taking names. How could he make his dad / the club president see this fact?
Abel spent all day running. He waited at the house until Philly picked up Maria at seven-thirty. He started working in the garage from about eight-thirty until mid-afternoon. It was about two-thirty – three o'clock when his cell phone rang. Checking the id display he didn't recognize the number. Answering on the third ring he growled "Yeah"
A strangely deep voice giggled mockingly on the other end of the line. "You're a very popular young man Mr. Teller. You have not one woman but two, willing to do anything to be with you. You simply must tell me what your secret is?"
Glaring at the phone Abel demanded "who the fuck is this? What do you want?"
That's a very good question Mr. Teller "What do I want?" After a beat the voice continued "I don't think you can provide what I want Mr. Teller, but I believe I know a certain young lady who can; Good-day Mr. Teller." The odd voice murmured mere seconds before disconnecting.
Worried about his girls Abel cursed his inability to be two places at once. Carelessly he dialed Philly. Answering on the second ring, Abel gave the other man no chance to speak before jumping head first into rapid fire questions. Philly assured the younger man that everything was fine and that he would be extra cautious with Maria – reporting anything suspicious immediately.
Abel tried calling Amanda's cell twice only to get now answer. Checking his watch he remembered that she was going to pick up Rachael after school and head over to Floyd's. Racing to his motorcycle he tore out of the TM lot; driving like a bat out of hell he made a bee line for Floyd's.
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Across town about fifteen minutes earlier, Amanda and Rachael parked outside of Floyd's. "I wish there was someone else to cut my hair," moaned Rachael.
Listening attentively Amanda questioned "What's wrong with Floyd?"
Rolling her eyes "Come on Amanda he's been around FOREVER! He cuts dad and Abel's hair – even cuts grandpa Clay's beard."
Amanda squeezed her hand seconds before she slid from the truck. "I'm sorry I know Floyd isn't the coolest place in town."
As they walked along the sidewalk together Rachael once more rolled her eyes "You think," she murmured.
Amanda grinned her little girl was getting older by the minute. "Tell you what Rachael…you let Floyd trim your hair up a little – get those beautiful bangs out of your eyes. Then maybe this Saturday you and I can go into Oakland or Lodi and find a real beauty salon and have your hair down then. What do you say?"
As they approached the door Rachael squealed delight "That would be so awesome Amanda."
Amanda beamed loving Rachael was so easy, she prayed to have a daughter like her someday. "Great well that's settled – let's get you inside and get this stated."
Amanda reached to open the glass fronted door, when she noticed a tall muscular gentleman exiting Floyd's. As he held the door for them he smiled "Good-afternoon ladies, which of you beautiful ladies is here for a hair-cut?"
"I am' beamed an overly excited Rachael. Smirking wide and broad the man knelt down in front of Rachael, "well you young lady make sure that Floyd gives you his undivided attention. A beautiful girl like you deserves a beautiful hair-cut." Amanda watched as Rachael blushed under the older man's praise and attention. Standing the man turned his full attention on Amanda. It was then that she took in his features. Noting his still slightly damp hair, she figured that he must have come to Floyd's for a cut. Racking her brain, Amanda knew there was something familiar about the man; something familiar and despite his obvious charm – something deadly cold.
Placing her hand on Rachael shoulder, Amanda urged her into the shop "Come on Rachael we don't want to keep Floyd waiting. Gesturing towards the door she thanked the stranger once more being so polite as she entered the small shop.
"You are most welcome – lovely ladies! I hope that you enjoy the rest of your afternoon." He commented sweetly as he moved away from the door.
As Floyd set about trimming Rachael's hair Amanda asked "Floyd…do you know that
man who was in here just before me and Rachael?"
"Name's Romario Velez…ain't been around Charming in a number of years now. Say's he just got back to town on business a couple of weeks ago – wants to settle his business before he tries to enjoy some down time with mother and three sisters."
Amanda found herself only have listening to Floyd as she continued to roll the name over and over again in her head. "Romario Velez…Romario Velez…..Romario Velez. Surely that man cannot be any relation to Maria – can he?" Deciding that she didn't believe in coincidence Amanda planned to mention to Abel later. Fifteen minutes later Rachael was finished and they were headed back out to the truck. As they climb inside, Amanda realized that she had left her cell phone on the driver's side floor bed. Snatching up the phone she was surprised to see three missed calls from Abel. The calls looked to have come in one right after the other. "What is so dang important?" She wondered idly before pulling away from the shop.
Dialing Abel back – she waited for the phone to ring. On the first ring Abel snatched the phone from his pocket "Dammit Amanda Lynn….when did you suddenly forget how to answer and damn phone" he questioned angrily?
"What's the big deal Abel? I picked up Rachael from school and now were just leaving Floyd's."
Cutting her off Abel questioned "Why didn't you answer your phone?"
Amanda sighed "I dropped it in the truck and forgot about it."
Abel didn't know whether to be happy or an angry ass. "Where are you now" he demanded angrily.
"I just pulled into your parent's driveway. Abel you're scaring me a little please tell me what's going on?"
Shaking his head he murmured "No" not on the phone but soon I promise. For now, I want you and Rachael to go inside and lock all the doors. I will be there in just about five minutes." With that said he promptly disconnected.
More than a little concerned, Amanda did just as Abel asked. She took Rachael inside and locked the door behind them. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, Rachael grabbed her back-pack, some juice, and a banana; heading off to her bedroom to finish her homework.
Amanda sat in the living room. Turning on the TV, Abel found her roughly ten minutes later nervously flipping channels on the muted TV. Gently taking the remote from her hand he switched off the set. Sliding down onto the sofa next to her, Abel pulled Amanda into his lap, loving the feel of her arms sliding around his neck, her face burrowed into the side of his neck. He held her nice and close to his chest; fully enjoying the comfortable familiar weight of her body pressed to his.
Amanda inhaled the scent that was all Abel, soap, leather, a hint of smoke, and fresh air and sunshine. She had always found it a heady combination. Her fingers she noted almost absently were sliding through Abel's shoulder length dirty blonde hair. While she loved when he tied his hair back, she was glad for the opportunity to sit here and thread it through her long fingers.
Abel shifted slightly the weight of Amanda seated across his lap – pressed to his chest was not going unnoticed. He never ceased to be amazed at just how quickly and innocently she effected every inch of him. Drawing back slightly he looked into her beautiful deep eyes. He noted the slight fear mixed with confusion there, but he also noted the love, and the something slightly more that rested in her gaze. Despite all that she had been through the past year or so; the sheer closeness of their bodies was affecting Amanda as well.
Dropping his gaze to her lips he took her mouth in a deep soul searing kiss. His tongue licked at her lower lip begging entrance to her deep moist recesses. The way she responded to his kisses was nothing short of inflaming. The way she eagerly let his tongue slide in and out her mouth, only served to make him crazy with lust. The feel of her fingers toying with his hair was incredible. The feel of her short nails caressing his neck was indescribable. Adjusting her weight across his lap, he prayed that she didn't notice the growing bulge this one deep kiss was well on its way to creating.
Losing herself in Abel's kiss, Amanda wanted to give as good as she got. She wanted to be a real woman in his arms. She wanted to be the woman he needed. She wanted to be the woman he knew before her attack. She wanted to give Abel the pieces of herself that Dean thought he could steal from her. Swept away by the needs and emotions that Abel created inside her, Amanda pulled herself away from his hungry wet kisses. Slowly she began to drop soft wet kisses along his jaw moving towards his neck. Amanda couldn't control the throaty moan building deep inside as she slowly began to nibble and bite at his neck.
"Holy Fuck," thought Abel as he felt her teeth grazing the sensitive skin along his neck. He couldn't fully wrap his mind around his sweet shy Amanda sitting here in his parent's living room biting him. The tiny love bites causing his body to harden faster and quicker than before.
Vaguely in the back of his mind he was aware of noise coming from the kitchen. He knew Rachael was home and they should stop this before it went to much further, 'just another kiss or two' he thought. No sooner had those words crossed his mind than he heard Rachael enter the living room.
"Come on you guys – little sister in the room. Don't go scaring me life. It's bad enough I got to watch mom and dad paw each other now you two – get a room."
Embarrassed Amanda immediately began to blush as she tried to separate herself from Abel. Having none of that Abel re-adjusted her weight across his lap – holding her close and tight he turned to his younger sister. "Is there something we can do for you rug-rat or did you just come in here to bust our chops?"
Rachael laughed "I heard mom and dad talking the other night about a weird white van. I was wondering if it's the same one parked across the street from the house right now."
Amanda and Abel exchanged a knowing look, as Amanda stood from his lap. Grabbing his cut from the kitchen chair Abel rushed from the house. The minute the occupants of the van saw him racing towards them they sped off. Sticking his head in the door, he called urgently to Amanda. "Stay here – lock this door behind me. Let no one but me, mom, or SAMCRO in this house. Call my dad and tell him what's going on – get him to send someone over here right away." Wrapping his hands up in her t-shirt he pulled her into one quick, deep, wet kiss "I love you" he murmured before racing out door and off the porch.
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