So wrapped up in what the two were doing, they didn't hear the door to the clubhouse open. It wasn't until they heard the sound of the Scotsman shout, "Bloody Hell, What the fuck happened in here?" Before the two could scatter like cockroaches and hide, Chibs stood in the doorway and stared down at the two entwined in the bed sheets. He stared and Mina pulled a sheet up practically to her nose.
"Oy, where's a camera when ya need it?" Chibs said as he laughed. "Juicey boy owes me fifty bucks." Tig grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it in Chibs direction, but it barely landed at his feet. "Are you two available for parties?" Leave it to Chibs, forever a joker.
"GET OUT!" Mina shouted before Tig stood up and ran to the door, slamming it in Chibs face. They could still hear Chibs laughing through the door when he said, "Okay, well have your people call my people." Tig turned and Mina caught a glimpse of his nude body in the daylight. She had to admit, she was quite impressed. Still holding the sheet to her nose, Tig couldn't see her smile, but he noticed her ears turn a bright red. He took the opportunity to pose, as he knew she was looking and Mina laughed. Tig crawled back into bed and lay on his stomach next to her. "Now, what," Mina asked as she traced the tattoo on Tig's arm with her fingertips. Resting his head on his hand, Tig looked to her and then the door. "Well, I'm sure by the time we get dressed, the entire fucking garage will know." Mina nodded in agreement and kissed Tig again. He tugged at her hair and growled when she pulled away. Standing up, Mina made her way to the bathroom. "Tig," Mina called from the other room, "can you go into my purse and grab me my smokes?"
"Yeah," Tig said, as he rolled himself over to the side and stuck his hand into the bag. He couldn't find the box right away so he sat up and pulled the oversized monster onto the bed to inspect it further. The light through the blinds dimly lit the interior of the bag, so it took a moment for Tig to find the box of Camel's. When he did, something else caught his eye at the bottom of the bag. Something he hadn't expected. Pulling it out, it inspected the small bag, which seemed to be full of what looked to be oversized grains of salt.
Tig's heart sank.
…..
When Mina came out of the bathroom, Tig was fully dressed and zipping his pants. As she sauntered over to him, she stood on her tippy toes to give him a kiss, but Tig turned his cheek at the last second. He couldn't allow himself to kiss her, not until he talked to Bobby. "I'm-I, uh, gotta get back to work; damage control, babe. I'll see you later though," and Tig walked out before Mina could say anything to him.
Damage control-what exactly did he mean by damage control. Not thinking more into it, Mina decided to hop in the shower. She figured she'd let Gemma know about the bed-perhaps it just collapsed?
Exiting the bathroom, Mina saw Molly and Penelope staring at the broken piece of furniture. Penelope laughed and announced, "Auntie Mina, you broke the bed." Mina, who had been drying her hair with a towel, looked from Penelope to Molly. "Dude," Molly said slowly, drawing emphasis on the "ooo," before continuing, "You gotta tell me what happened."
…..
Bobby had been in the office knee deep in paperwork. With his spectacles on, he reminded Tig of Santa Claus or something. Knocking lightly on the door of the office, Bobby looked up over his glasses and acknowledged Tig's presence. Motioning him to enter, Bobby pushed himself away from the desk and moved the spectacles to the top of his head. The glasses were seemingly lost in his massive head of hair.
Tig sat in the chair on the opposite wall from Bobby and looked down at the ground. Bobby spoke first.
"What's up, Tig?" Bobby said as he moved his chair closer to Tig's. He could sense something was bothering Tig. Judging on Bobby's demeanor, Tig figured Bobby hadn't yet heard about his and Mina's sex-capade that happened only moments ago. Tig sighed, partially in relief, but also with a heavy heart.
"Bobby," he started, "Can I ask you for some advice?" Bobby raised his eyebrows at Tig. He'd known Tig for years and, normally, this conversation could go several ways. Given past circumstances, Bobby had devised a list of questions. He had a set of questions for each of his brothers, so he started by asking Tig, "How much is this gonna cost us?"
"No, it ain't like that." Bobby leaned back into his chair before continuing. "You pissing green or have you pube mites or something?" Tig shook his head and began to play with the foam on the arms of the chair.
"Ok, Tig, what's the problem? Is some girl, or guy, blackmailing you or something?"
"No, it's uh, it's about" Tig cleared his throat, "Mina."
Bobby narrowed his eyes at Tig before leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. "What about her?" Bobby's tone completely changed, and Tig knew he had to choose his words carefully from this point on.
"I, um, I found something in her purse."
"What were you doing in her purse?" Tig could feel the tension rise in the room. He felt his mouth suddenly go dry and felt as if his stomach dropped to the floor. At this point, Tig was second guessing whether he should've come to Bobby or went directly to Clay. He knew, though, that had he gone to Clay, it would've gone completely different. Tig could handle Bobby, but not the pressures from the club. Not when she meant so much to Bobby, and to him. Instead of getting into the details as was, Tig said, "I went to get some water bottles and she was there and she had asked me to get her smokes from her purse, so I figured the nice thing to do would be to oblige." Tig waited for Bobby's reaction. When Bobby nodded, Tig knew he had bought the story.
"So, what did you find? A tampon, or something?" Bobby watched Tig closely. He could see that, whatever it was Tig was about to say bothered him to the core and that meant it was not good. He watched Tig reach into the pocket of his jeans and pull out a baggie the size of a silver dollar. Judging on the look of the contents, it was meth. Without saying a word, Tig handed Bobby the bag. Bobby grabbed it from his hand and stared at it before closing it in his massive fist. Bobby shut his eyes and dropped his head towards the floor. Tig waited in silence for a sign, anything to show that not only Bobby understood, but that maybe Bobby would know what to do from here.
"Bobby, Clay asked me to see if Mina was dealing." Bobby heard the words Tig had said, but he sounded so detached. Images of the little girl with the curly brown hair and chopped bangs played in his mind.
"This don't mean shit, Tig." Bobby still hadn't looked up from the floor. "This could've been planted on her-"
"Like hell it doesn't, Bobby, if Clay knows about this, she'll be killed." Bobby knew Tig's words ran true. Clay would order her death immediately and, knowing Clay, Bobby would experience repercussion as well.
"She isn't dealing drugs, Tig, she wouldn't." Tig had hoped that this were true, but the proof showed otherwise. Running out of options, Tig spoke, his voice pleading.
"What the fuck are we gonna do then, Bobby?" Bobby looked up at Tig finally. The look on his face was cold.
"How do I know you didn't plant this on her?" Bobby's words took Tig aback. Tig had tried really hard to keep his cool and not verbally bash Bobby, but he couldn't hold back his anger any longer.
"You really think I'd do that to her? To you? The fuck you take me for Bobby?"
"I know you don't like her-" Bobby had blurted out slightly raising his voice.
"You don't know shit Bobby. Not when it comes to me and Mina."
"What are you talking about-YOU and Mina?" When Bobby had said that last phrase, he sounded repulsed.
"If I didn't like her, do you think I'd have come to you first? That I'd go against my President for some fucking broad."
"Excuse me, some what?"
"You know what I mean," Tig tried to save himself, but before he could, Bobby had given him a right hook, causing Tig to fall to the ground. As Bobby reached down, he grabbed Tig by the shirt collar and slugged him again. Bobby went to slug Tig for a third time, but Tig threw his hands up in defense. "Bobby, I love her," Tig blurted out.
Bobby let go of Tig's shirt and stumbled back a few steps. As Tig wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, Bobby found his chair and sat again. Tig lay on the floor breathless as he looked to Bobby again. Bobby, who had been breathing heavily himself, grabbed his cigarettes from the desk. As Tig pulled himself up, Bobby spoke slowly so he knew Tig would understand every word.
"Tell no one. I will talk to Mina and see what I can find out. If she's dealing, then you can tell Clay and I will personally take care of her myself."
….
Molly stood in front of the mirror pushing her tits as far up as they could go in her recently purchased push up bra. She was going to tease her hair, but considering it would be messed up anyway-or so she had hoped-she decided against it and tried like hell to have her hair keep a curl.
Mina sat with Penelope on the couch and watched the two prospects carry in the new bed frame. She heard an "Argh" from Molly and, making sure Penelope was content, went to help her friend with her make up. Molly, seeing Penelope was consumed in her artwork, finally saw an opportunity to ask Mina about earlier.
"So, the bed just, collapsed huh?" She tried hard not to sound amused by the scene, but knew there had to be more to the story. Mina, motioning Molly to sit on the toilet so she could start her make-up, said, "That's the story."
"No," Molly started, "that's the lie. I'm the bestie, so you can tell me what really happened with only a slight chance of judgment." Mina sighed.
"Close your eyes," Mina requested before continuing her story,"Tig and I had a talk." Opening her eyes widely, Molly stared up at Mina, who had almost poked her in the eye with the liner pencil. "You mean you-" Molly couldn't even finish the sentence before Mina interrupted her. "Let's not dwell on it."
"Oh no, let's dwell. What happened? Gimme the full erotic novel of details." Molly stopped Mina from completing her make-up and grabbed her wrists to bring her to the floor. "You fucked him," she had asked in a whisper.
"More or less," Mina said.
"More or less, are you fucking kidding me? Jesus Christ, so what, are you guys dating or something? I thought you hated him!"
"Well, we talked and, you know," Mina trailed off. Standing back up, Molly saw no hint of excitement in her friends' stance.
"So, wait-what? Was he small? Was he not good?" Molly had been thoroughly confused. She had thought that, if and when Mina and Tig got together, that it would be an earth-shattering event with press conferences and such. Mina shook her head. "So, Mina, what happened?"
"That part was good-great actually. Afterward, he just kinda left. It was weird, he was cool and then it was like he was a different person. He had said something about damage control."
"Damage control? The fuck does that mean?" Molly said in an angry tone.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Now, hold still, otherwise, I'm gonna fuck this all up."
"You wouldn't be the only person fucking me up tonight," Molly said with a coy smile and a laugh. Mina rolled her eyes and continued her friends' makeup. When she had just about finished, the two heard Penelope shout "CHEEBS!"
The two girls stood in the doorway as Chibs approached the toddler on the couch and got down on one knee so he could be at Penelope's level. Handing her a dandelion, he said, "for you, lass." Mina looked at Molly from the corner of her eye and saw Molly grin. Mina cleared her throat to let Chibs know that the two were watching and Chibs turned to look at them. Standing up, Chibs caught a glimpse of Molly. He thought she looked smoking hot in her tight leopard top, black pencil skirt, and her hair pinned up making her look like she stepped out of a pin-up girls calendar.
Molly saw the reaction Chibs gave her and turned to Mina to give her a wink. Molly walked over to Chibs and gave him a peck on the lips. "You look beautiful," Chibs whispered into Molly's ear before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer into him. Molly giggled as Chibs lightly nipped at her neck.
Mina walked towards the two and, with a raised eyebrow, patted Chibs on the shoulder. "You hurt her, I'll hurt 'cha and make it look like an accident."
"And will it go over as well as this afternoon?" Chibs had to open his mouth and Mina puckered her lips at him in mock anger. Molly, looking from Chibs to Mina, looked back at Chibs with her mouth agape.
"You knew?" Molly questioned as she smacked at Chibs chest.
"Knew? Darlin, I saw." Chibs laughed and Molly looked back at Mina.
"CHIBS!" Mina whined at him before continuing, "Ok, ok, go, go-" Mina was practically pushing Molly and Chibs out of the bedroom. "You both have a wonderful time, and I'll see you whenever, ok?"
"Yeah, BYE BABY," Molly shouted at Penelope before the two left the clubhouse. As Mina watched Molly get on Chib's motorcycle ever so carefully, she heard Penelope ask about the events for the night. "Coloring, movies, and pizza," Mina told her in a tone of excitement. Penelope cheered and ran back over to the couch to continue coloring. As she looked out, she saw Tig leaving Bobby's office. He looked beat up. She could've sworn she saw blood at the corner of his mouth as his lit a cigarette and strolled back to the garage.
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Molly and Chibs pulled up to a quaint house in Charming. Helping Molly off by lifting her, he placed her onto the ground and led her into the house. Upon entering the home, Molly took a moment to look around at her surroundings. It was clear that this was a bachelor's place as was apparent by the number of empty beer cans and an ashtrays overflowing with butts. She stopped in front of a picture of Chibs with a mocha skinned woman and a young girl. This must be Fiona, she thought. Chibs mentioned his past and family only briefly and he was always the one who brought them up.
Chibs turned when he thought Molly had stopped following him. Noticing what had caught her attention, he walked over to her. From behind, Chibs placed his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck as she asked, "Fiona?"
"Aye, and Kerrianne when she was about Penelope's age." Molly sighed and moved her hands to Chibs' arms. She loosened his grip on her so she could turn to face him. She looked into Chibs eyes and touched the scars on his face lightly. Chibs leaned his face into Molly's palm before kissing it.
"I'm sorry," was all Molly could say before Chibs shook his head. "No need Lass. Was a long time ago." Noticing a stray piece of hair fell onto her pale complexion, Chibs lightly brushed it behind her ear before he continued to say,"No use dwelling on the past, love. Got to live in the now."
Molly sighed and leaned into Chibs' body. Taking in the familiar scent of cigarettes and oil set her heart a flutter. Chibs moved forward causing Molly to back into the wall, but put his hand out to lessen the impact. Leaning forward, he kissed her and, as their kiss deepened, Molly felt her knees turn to jello. Chibs pulled way and nuzzled his face into the nape of her neck. The hairs on his beard tickled Molly's neck, and put her arms around his frame.
"So, was there something you wanted to show me," Molly asked, still breathing heavily from the kiss. She felt Chibs nod a yes before he looked into her eyes. Grabbing her hand, Chibs led her to the back of his house. When they finally stopped, Molly had noticed a bedroom with a large bed. Honestly, the bedding looked like what a woman would pick out for a man's bedspread, which was a deep red with gold inlay. The comical thing was the mountain of pillows, an obvious woman's touch. Molly stopped in the doorway to take in the view and laughed.
"What's so funny?" Chibs asked concerned.
"So did you pick this out or did Gemma?" Molly continued to laugh as Chibs walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Throwing himself back into the mountain of pillows, he stared at Molly with a smile on his face. "She may have picked the bed, but I picked the pillows."
"So, you're a pillow man," Molly wondered as she moseyed towards Chibs, who sat up awaiting her arrival. When she reached him, Chibs, put his hands on her hips and pulled her forward. With his arms wrapped around her frame, this put his head level with her lady parts. As she felt his hot breath against her pussy, she could feel herself get amped up. In order to straddle Chibs properly, Molly leaned down a bit to hike up her skirt. Finally able, she sat on Chibs lap. Maybe it was his jeans bunched up, but Molly could feel his cock through his jeans just aching to get at her. This made her grin as she used her free hands to unbutton his shirt slowly.
"So, did you bring me here to impress me with the amount of pillows?"
"Bed's new. Wanted to break it in-t'would be a shame to do it alone." When she reached the last button, Molly reached down to grip at Chib's package. As she had expected, he was hard. She quickly stood up and pushed Chibs back onto the bed.
"Why, Chibs, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
Chibs laughed and stood up making his way towards her. As he circled her, like a lion about to attack his prey, he stopped behind her and whispered in her ear, "take your hair down." She did so, and Chibs slowly unzipped her dress. When she had all the pins from her hair out, she threw them in a pile on the floor. She felt Chibs fingertips make their way down her spine causing her to shiver with delight. Chibs then put his hands under her dress to remove it completely.
Turning to face him, Molly stood in front of Chibs in only her bra and panties and watched his eyes drink her in. She smiled as she began to reach for his belt buckle. Pulling it quickly, the belt made a whip like sound before Molly went to throw it to the floor. Before she could release it, Chibs grabbed it and said, "No, we're gonna need that."