I woke up on the bar counter, beer in hand. Tig was fast asleep in a bar stool on the other part of the bar, snoring loudly. Sam and Chibs were on the same couch that they were on last night, and Bobby was nowhere to be found. I got off the counter slowly, but ended up falling off it. Rubbing my head, I saw Sam look around the room and when I saw Sam glaring at me, I carefully left the room. I took a shower, and put on my white sneakers, jeans, white shirt, sweatshirt, and cut. Leaving my room, I noticed Sam trudging towards her room. Smirking, I walked into the main room. I saw the whole club there, looking at me with looks on their faces that said something bad had happened.
"What's up?" I asked. They looked at me, and no one spoke. Nothing looked like anything had happened in the clubhouse.
"Sam in the morning is what happened." Tig said, and I looked confused. "I said she looked nice for just getting up, and she slapped me!" He said, shocked.
"She doesn't like the mornings Tig." Chibs said, walking over to get a coffee. He looked pained, as if he missed someone.
"What's wrong with you Chibs?" I whispered to him. He looked at me surprised, as if he couldn't figure out how exactly I knew.
"I miss my Fiona and Kerrianne." Chibs whispered back. I nodded in somewhat understanding, and walked into the Chapel, where we were going to hold a meeting.
"Okay, we have to discuss Sam staying here. She is most definitely not a morning person from what I saw, and needs her own house." Clay announced. Chibs looked angry, and got up quickly, leaving the room and slamming the doors behind him. "Well, we know his vote. Yea for me. Nea for Chibs." Clay said. I looked at him confused, and waiting for the other guys to announce their answers.
"Nea. Sam belongs here." Tig said, defending Chibs and Sam.
"Nea. Sam is Chibs daughter. You can't do anything to get rid of her." Piney said, and Clay was getting more irritated by the minute.
"Yea. Sam can't keep on doing this." Bobby announced. Tig left immediately, slamming the doors behind him like Chibs did.
"Nea. I can't let Sam go on her own. She's a Mayan bad news magnet on her own." I said. Clay looked even more irritated than when Piney had said his answer.
"Fine. 2-4. Sam stays." Clay said, banging the gavel against the table harder than usual. I got up before anyone else did, and went to find Sam, Chibs, and Tig on the ground, passed out with Mayans in front of them, holding guns to their heads. Princess was growling at them, defending the three people.
"We leave them alone for three minutes and this is what happens. I told you she was a Mayan bad news magnet!" I whisper-yelled to Clay.
"Hey, leave them alone. We don't need any of this." Clay said, trying to reason with the Mayan president. The Mayan president only cocked his gun and shot Sam in the leg. She jolted awake, and Chibs and Tig both jolted awake at the sound. Sam clutched her leg, not making a sound but was holding in a scream. She looked at Chibs, who tried to move but was pushed back to his former spot.
"We're here for revenge. This bitch tried killing us." Alvarez says. Chibs didn't even get up; he knew he would be shot too. But Tig was brave enough to kick Alvarez in the leg, but was shot in the left arm before he could punch him. Sam looked at me, tears in her eyes. She had never meant for this to happen, yet here she was, people defending her life. "You people do not stop!" He said, shooting at Chibs arm. He moved over, and rolled backwards towards us.
"Remind me never to do that again." Chibs said, getting up and dusting his arms and back off. We all pulled out guns, and I shot at Alvarez's feet. I kept on walking towards them, pushing them out slowly. Once they were out, Clay ran over and locked the doors, leaving me and Chibs to deal with Sam and Tig's wounds. Clay looked as if he felt bad for even thinking about having Sam leave now.
"I need to get them on a table, or something. But keep Sam's leg elevated, the blood won't rush to the wound as much." Chibs instructed. He helped with Tig, having Bobby bring Sam into the Chapel. Piney had set up two emergency tables in there, pushing the reaper table out of the way. Bobby set up Sam on one of them, holding her leg up as Tig was set down.
"We need another doctor to deal with Tig. I can stop the bleeding on Sam, but Tig needs to be fixed faster and I won't be able to do both. Sam is the only one out of the two without a criminal record, and can be safely treated at St. Thomas." Chibs said. I nodded, and helped hold Sam's up, while Bobby applied pressure to Tig's wound. Sam had kept her eyes shut tight the whole time, not being able to bear the pain. "Sam, I need you to say something. I need to know how bad you're feeling, although I had a pretty good idea." Chibs said. Sam opened her mouth to say something, but accidentally screamed in pain as Chibs tried to pull the bullet out himself, forgetting bringing her to the hospital. He had already cleaned out as much of the wound as he could. I tried to cover her mouth, but it didn't work.
"Hey, Sam." Tig said, dealing with his pain better because he had bullet wounds before. She looked at him, pain clear in her eyes. "Focus on me. Not the pain. Focus on everything but the pain." She looked confused, but tried it. We had tried giving her a drink to make sure she didn't feel as much pain, but she refused it. Sam's eyes cleared of the pain and her screams quieted. I looked at Tig in surprise, and he shrugged. Chibs got the bullet out and then blood started to flow. He pressed down on the wound, and then Sam looked over. Her eyes widened, and then looked back at Tig quickly for help. Tig looked at Chibs, who was stopping the blood flow. Sam passed out, and Chibs worked quickly to patch up the bullet wound. When he finished, he moved onto Tig, who was lying down, prepared for the worst. Tig's wound was fixed pretty quickly, and then he kissed Sam on the head, walking over to a bathroom in one of the apartments to clean up. I walked by Sam, and held her hand for a minute before walking away. Tig got up and fixed Sam's hair before walking away with me.