I am TERRIBLY sorry for it being so long! My laptop caught a virus and I had to install an entirely new hard drive! It ended up taking TWO LONG MONTHS to get it fixed! But now I'm back! School and work is always a hassle, so please continue to be patient! Thank you for everything that you've done for me and I hope you all continue to read my story! I'm sorry this chapter is a bit short, I just wanted to update this as soon as possible! (I would also like to add that I fixed up all the past chapters so they're easier to read!)
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She hadn't moved one inch before her head started pounding. Her body felt heavy and weak. What the fuck. She opened her eyes and instantly squinted them, trying to get her vision to readjust to the brightness of the room. Everything was quiet, except for a muffled snore she heard from behind her. Her body froze.
That's when she took in her surroundings. Her clothes were scattered on the floor, the sheets she had covered herself with just a few hours ago had been thrown off the bed, and something was pressing up against her back.What the fuck? She slowly turned her head, her eyes widening as she recognized the tattooed head that was buried into her shoulder blade. The shirt she was wearing had risen up her legs and gathered around her waist, underneath Juice's arm. Sometime during their sleep, he had managed to curl up behind Emily and hold her. WHAT THE FUCK?
She felt her face burning up as she gently removed his arm off of her body and quietly stood up from the bed. She reached for her jeans and managed to suppress a groan when felt the sudden nausea. She yanked on her jeans and boots, merely rolling up the tshirt and tied it into a knot. She opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible, and turned her head to look at the unconscious man one last time before exiting the room.
The clubhouse was cluttered with broken beer bottles & unconscious bodies. Emily headed straight to the kitchen and decided to make a pot of coffee; surely she wasn't going to be the only one needing it. As she waited for the coffee to start brewing, she couldn't help but think about what had happened last night. She was SURE her and Juice didn't do anything because she definitely would have remembered.
Never thought of him as the cuddling type. She let out a chuckle just as the coffee maker started beeping. She served herself a cup of the hot liquid into a mug. Just as she was about to take a sip, her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. "Hello?" she answered, her voice cracking.
"Emily." responded a rough voice. She could hear the wind blowing into the speaker.
"Tig?" she turned to look over at the bar, finally noticing his absence from the room. "What's up?"
"Wake everyone up at the clubhouse and tell them to head over to St. Thomas. Gemma was in an accident." She almost dropped her mug. Gemma is in the hospital? Her head began to throb again.
"W-What? Is she okay? What happened?" Her speech was still a bit slurred, her tongue felt heavy in her mouth.
"Car accident. Clay and I are heading out there now. Let everyone know."
"I will." he hung up. She stared at her phone before shoving it back in her pocket. Her headache was suddenly gone and she instantly felt sober. "Shit!" she exclaimed, slamming her mug down and marched her way toward the couches, where Chibs was sleeping sitting up along side Halfsack, with a crow eater sprawled out on top of them. She began to shake their shoulders. "Chibs! Halfsack! Wake up! Wake up!"
Chibs was the first one to start groaning, taking his shades off and rubbing his eyes. "Whatcha think ya doin' lass?" He mumbled. It wasn't until he saw the expression on her face that made him worry. "What's wrong?"
"Tig called. Gemma is in St. Thomas and he needs all of you there." she breathed out.
"Jesus fucking Christ." He shoved the crow eater aside and stood up, slapping HalfSack across the face. "Wake up! We need to head out, now!" HalfSack jerked awake. "Go wake Bobby!" Chibs demanded, rubbing his face some more. The prospect gave them both a look of disapproval before getting up and walking over to the pool table, trying to wake up the older member who laid in between the two crow eaters that kept him company the night before.
"Call Jax and Opie? I'll get Juice." When she got an approved nod from the Scotsman, she jogged off to Jax's dorm. She wasn't surprised when she saw him sprawled out on the bed, still knocked out. She walked over to him, taking a seat on the mattress as she shook his shoulder. "Hey, wake up. You guys have to go." Just like the others, he groaned before taking a look at her. "Gemma was in an accident. You guys need to head over to St. Thomas."
"Shit." he sat up, brown eyes fixed on hers. "Is she okay?"
"I-I don't know...but you need to get over there." Juice nodded his head and quickly jumped off the bed, putting his shoes on and grabbing his cut off of a near by chair. They exited the room, practically running down the hallway to see the others. Chibs and HalfSack were helping Bobby get off the pool table; Emily felt so bad for him. "I have everything covered here, just...let me know how she is?"
"Yeah, of course." Juice stood there for a second unsure of what to do. He looked over to the guys, who were helping Bobby walk out of the clubhouse, then back down at her. "Yeah...uhm..."
Emily stared at him for second. When he didn't move, she sighed. "Go." He nodded, flashing her a quick smile before walking away to catch up with his brothers.
Emily had been at the clubhouse all day; cleaning up the mess that was left behind. Sure, the crow eaters helped, but they all had other things to take care of, so Emily was pretty much on her own. She was glad Tara had called and updated her about Gemma's condition. Bruised body and a few cuts, but she would be okay.
After countless of hours, the clubhouse was finally clean. "First I'm Gemma's secretary...and now I'm the club's maid." she huffed as she dropped down onto the couch. She could've gone to Opie's house, but Mary was sure to be lurking around somewhere, and Emily didn't want to talk to her.
She had dozed off on the couch, but was rudely awakened when her cell phone began to ring. "Hello?" she answered, not bothering to open her eyes.
"How've you been, stranger?" the voice on the other side of the line rang. "You don't call me anymore. Just because you decided to leave me on my own doesn't mean you can just forget about me."
Emily let out a chuckle, rubbing her eyes. "Sorry, Kimmy. Things around here have been..." she thought about the right word. "Hectic." she decided. "I've been helping with my niece and nephew and the garage. I haven't had any time to myself." She hear Kim chuckle.
"But you've had enough time to hang out with Juice?" Emily had told Kim about him, that they had been hanging out with each other, and that he was attractive.
"Actually yeah, I have." She thought about keeping last night's events to herself, but she needed a second opinion about the situation. "There was a party here at the clubhouse for one of the club members and...well, we all got wasted."
"Go on." Kim pressured, eagerly. Surely she knew something was up.
"Opie had left so I decided to crash at one of the dorm rooms here and Juice helped me walk to the room..." Emily trailed on, thinking about how to explain the rest.
"You slept together!" Kim shrieked loudly into the speaker, almost deafening Emily.
"We didn't sleep together! Well, we did. But we didnt...ya know..."
"Have sex? Oh, come on now, Em. You're old enough to say it." Kim laughed, making Emily blush. "But it's a good thing you didn't. You need to be sober for that shit to happen! So you can remember everything and tell me all the details."
Emily rolled her eyes. "Creeper."
"So what? You just shared the bed? That's disappointing..." she ignored Emily's comment. "Maybe next time."
"What are you talking about? There won't be-" she heard the clubhouse door swing open, Clay marching with the guys behind him. "Hold on a second." She set her down on the couch and stood up, rushing over to the club President. "How's Gemma?"
He sighed, dragging his blue eyes from the floor to look down into hers. "She's going to be fine. She's just getting some tests done."
"Good to know." He nodded his head and walked straight over to Chapel. Jax walked over, giving her a smile. "What do you want?" she asked, knowing he wanted her to do her a favor.
He laughed. "Nothing. Just get some water for Bobby? Maybe some meds? He isn't feeling too good."
Emily looked over to the older member, wobbling in with the help of Juice and the Prospect. She shook her head, trying to suppress a smile. "Yeah, of course." He gave her another smile as she walked into the kitchen, followed by Chibs.
"Any coffee in here, sweetheart?" he asked leaning back on the nearest wall. She nodded toward the half empty coffee pot. It was still hot. There was no way she could've cleaned the whole clubhouse on her own without any caffeine.
"Go crazy." She filled a glass pitcher with water, setting it down when it was half full. Yanking open some drawers, she dug out a bottle of painkillers, popping two onto the palm of her hand.
She made her way into the chapel, placing the pitcher and cup in front of Bobby. "Sorry, it's not vodka." she teased him as she handed him the pills. All the club members had gathered around the table, taking their usual seats. Emily scurried off toward the door, pulling it closed so their meeting could commence.
Emily picked her phone up and took a seat on the couch."Sorry bout that, the guys just walked in."
"Including the Puerto Rican?" She could hear the smirk in her voice
Emily sighed, a smile planted on her lips. "Yes, him too. I gotta go. Don't want them thinking I'm just hanging around, talking on the phone all day."
"Well, it's not like you have anything better to do. You're done playing maid. Or do you have to go on to your Secretary job?"
"No, i don't." Emily DID need to finish filing those papers, but she wasn't about to give Kim the satisfaction of being right. "I really should go. I have to stay busy or they'll send me home and I REALLY don't want to deal with my mom right now."
"Especially because you spent the night at the clubhouse." She teased.
"BYE KIM."
"Love you too, Em!" They hung up.
Emily shoved her phone into her pocket before walking off toward the bar. She pulled out a shot glass and poured herself some tequila. She tilted her head back & downed the shot as the doors to the chapel opened. Clay was the first one out, then he was slowly followed by everyone else.
As soon as Emily refilled her shot glass, Juice plopped down next to her and grabbed the drink from her hand. "Drinking already? Didn't have enough last night?" He drank the tequila without flinching.
"After cleaning the whole damn clubhouse? I DESERVE to drink." She stole the glass back from him and refilled it once again.
"Stop drinking all of our booze." Opie called out out to her. She flashed her middle finger to her brother as she drank the shot, earning a cheer from all the guys. Opie just shook his head, disapproving. "Don't wait up. Have Juice take you home." He left the clubhouse with a bag, which she assumed was filled with guns.
"Drop off, huh? Why aren't you going?"
He shrugged. "They asked me to be your babysitter." He laughed, earning him a playful punch on the shoulder. "Jax didn't want you to be by yourself."
"Why not leave Half-Sack behind then?"
"You'd rather have the Prospect here with you?"
Emily rolled her eyes. "I don't need either of you."
"That hurts my feelings, Em."
She felt her face heat up. This was the first time he called her by her nickname, and it felt weird. She shouldn't have given it a too much thought, but it made her happy. "Shut up." she laughed. "But since you're here, you might as well help me take all this trash out."
He smirked, taking another shot of tequila before standing up from the stool. "Yes Ma'am."
After dumping out all the trash and making sure the clubhouse was spotless, Emily and Juice decided to take a smoke break. The guys were long gone and after waiting for what felt like forever, Emily finally gave up.
"Guess you're gonna have to give me a lift home. I don't think they're coming back anytime soon." she took one last drag from her cigarette and threw it to the ground, squishing it underneath her boot.
"Why don't you just crash here again?" Juice let out a grin.
Instead of punching him, she simply returned the grin. "Why? You need a cuddle buddy, Mr. Badass Biker?" She laughed when Juice's smile turned into a frown.
"I don't cuddle." His voice cracked, making her laugh even more.
"Sure you dont." He was the one who was curled up against her. The guy's face was so flustered, she decided to change the subject to save him from further embarrassment. "Take me home?"
He shoved his hand inside his pocket. "Sure. You ready?" Emily nodded her head. As soon as Juice pulled out his keys, they heard the loud sound of tires screeching into the lot. Juice instinctively jumped in front of Emily, gun drawn. They recognized the black van, and soon the motorcycles that followed behind it.
"Something is up." Juice said, making his way toward the van with Emily close behind.
Tig jumped out of the driver's seat, running to the back of the van to swing the doors open. Emily gasped as she saw Tig helping Half-Sack carry Bobby out of the van, his shoulder covered in blood. "What happened?" She moved aside for the guys to drag Bobby into the clubhouse.
"Got hit by a bullet. He won't stop bleeding." Tig muttered, heaving as Bobby leaned on him for support.
"Call Tara." Clay demanded Juice, who quickly took out his phone to call the doctor. "Em, think you can help with Bobby til Tara gets here?"
What kind of question is that? "Of course, but I can't do much until Tara shows up with some supplies." When she got an approved nod from the President, Emily's instincts took over. "HalfSack, get me some clean towels. Tig, sit him down near the bar." They did as they were told.
Emily pressed a clean towel to Bobby's shoulder, trying to determine where exactly he was shot at. "I see an exit wound, so that's good. You're going to need stitches." Chibs quickly handed Bobby a bottle of liquor; who knows HOW much of that he will need to numb the pain.
By the time Tara showed up with Gemma along side her, the towel Emily was holding against Bobby's shoulder was completely soaked in blood. " I tried to stop the bleeding. He needs to get it cleaned out and stitched up." Emily said to Tara, who nodded her head and immediately took over.
"Oh, Gemma. How are you feeling?" Emily whispered to the older women who gave her a gentle smile.
"I'm going to be okay, baby." She reassured her, focusing her attention back to the wounded club member.
"Is it alright?" Bobby asked, groaning in pain.
"Well, you're lucky it went straight through." Tara said, observing the wound.
"Oh, Jesus Christ." Jax strutted into the room. His blue eyes darted around the room, trying to get an explanation from someone.
"The Mayans. They crashed out little Niner delivery, man." Tig told Jax.
Jax shook his head, letting out a sigh. "You okay, bro?" He asked Bobby, who nodded his head.
"I'm in good hands." he complimented Tara, who smiled to herself.
"They got away with two cases of the AKs." The prospect informed Jax.
"Jax!" Everyone turned to the President who stepped outside of the chapel. "...in here." They all stood still until Jax walked off to join Clay. They were all tired.
"I have everything handled here. Thanks for helping Emily, you can go on home." Tara stated before walking off to the kichen, the blood soaked cloth towel in her hands.
When Emily didn't step away, Bobby heavily sighed. "Go on, sweetheart. I'll be okay. Thanks for everything."
She smiled at him. "Hang in there, okay? Let me know if you need anything." She kissed him on the cheek before saying her goodbyes to Chibs, HalfSack and Tig. After grabbing her bag, she headed out of the clubhouse with her phone in her hand, ready to call for a taxi. A motorcycle strolled up in front of her.
"Still need that ride?" Juice asked, revving the engine.
She stared at him, one eyebrow raised. "You waited out here for me?"
"I had some things to do..." He trailed off, a smile on his face. Liar. "How's Bobby?" He handed her his helmet.
"He might need to drink the night away, but he'll live." She placed the helmet on her head before hopping on the back of his bike. "He's tough. He can handle it." She lightly placed her hands on his hips.
"You're right." He revved the engine one last time before speeding out of the lot.