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"Okay Princess, time to wake up!" Tig yelled in my ear. I jackknifed up and tackled him, staring him in the eyes. Rolling off onto the floor, I rubbed my face to get the sleep feeling out of it.
"Jesus Christ. What time is it?" I asked.
"10 O'clock. You stayed up pretty late last night. Thought you were going to kill me, but Clay insisted. He wants to make sure we're really okay with Sam staying here." Tig explained. I sighed, and rubbed my stomach where she kneed me. "Hey, you okay?" He asked when he noticed me.
"Yeah, but when I tried to kiss Sam, she kneed me and ran to Chibs, crying." I told him. He looked at me in confusion, and I nodded.
"Why'd she go to Chibs?" He asked me. I shrugged, and pulled my cut on.
"I don't know. But I'm mentioning it at the table." I said, walking out of the room.
CHARACTER CHANGE
I rubbed my eyes, and pulled a clean shirt on. Walking out into the clubhouse, I went behind the bar and got a coffee.
"Hey, should you be behind there?" Tig asked, walking towards the meeting room with Jax. I ignored him, and drank my coffee on a couch. I saw Piney glare at me threw a window, and I raised my eyebrow. I stumbled over to my room, being half asleep. I changed into a new pair of pants and shoes and pulled my hair into a ponytail.
"Jesus fricking Christ. It's so damn early." I muttered, walking into the kitchen and making some eggs. I ate them in silence until I heard a banging against the door, and a gunshot. "Shit." I looked around for a gun and when I found one, walked slowly into the main clubhouse. I saw three Mexicans heading towards the club members that were rushing out their seats. "Put the guns down." I said, flicking the safety off.
"Listen bitch, one more step and your dead." The Mayan president said. I took one more step and smirked.
"Hey, leave our place!" I heard Clay yell behind me, cocking an AK. I smirked and walked towards them.
"Wanna take your chances? We have a feisty Italian with us." Tig said. I smirked even more, and nodded.
"That slut? She's no more than a bitch looking for a home." One of the Mayans said.
"Oh shit…" Tig muttered. I stalked up to them, and punched one the Mexican in the face, and ducked a punch from another Mexican. Kicking one of them where the sun don't shine, I slammed my fist into the other Mexicans gut.
"Don't call me a slut or a bitch again." I said, spitting on their shoes and walking towards the club. I picked up my gun, and pointed it at the Mayan still standing.
"I'd leave if I were you." Chibs said. The Mayan looked at all of us, and kicked the men to get them up off the floor and get them to leave.
"One feisty Italian is right. Where'd you learn to fight like that?" Clay asked. I remembered when I was younger, and rubbed my eyes.
"I taught myself." I said, before walking in my room. When I reached my bed I collapsed, I cried a little before trashing the room. I pushed all the stuff off my desk and pulled the desk drawers out and threw them on the ground. I heard Chibs talking to Clay before coming in. I settled down and sat on my bed with my head in my hands.
"Clay wants you to stay now. If it wasn't for you, at least one of us would have been dead." Chibs said, sitting on my bed and putting an arm around me. I smiled, and put an arm around him too.
"I'm sorry about the mess. It was just childhood memories… I had to teach myself or else my step-father would beat me up and try to rape me. I've saved myself all but a couple times. I never knew my father. My Mom said he was Irish or Scottish, like you. Left when I was a year old. Never saw him again." I said, sighing. Chibs got an angry look on his face, then a puzzled one.
"Come on, club meeting. We need to talk." Chibs said. I followed him out of the room and into the meeting room, where everyone was leaving. Chibs pushed them all back in, and walked to his seat. He motioned for Piney to move down, so I could sit down next to him.
"What's this?" Clay asked. "No one but us is allowed in here." I put my hands up innocently.
"I'm just doing what I'm told." I said. Chibs turned to me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged, and nodded at Clay when he looked away.
"Sam brought something up about her father and step-father. Can I tell them about the step-father situation?" He asked me. I nodded and mentally prepared myself. "Sam taught herself how to fight because the step-father would beat her and try to rape her. He succeeded a couple of times. The father situation… He was Irish/Scottish like me, and left when she was a year old. I had a kid after I left Fiona. I didn't know if I loved the woman, but sure as hell loved my daughter. I left when she was a year because the club was demanding it. I was the one that named her Samantha."