The ride to the hospital is somber. A million thoughts are running through my head; thoughts of Abel, Wendy and Filip intertwine into a mess of confusion, sadness and anger. I could kill Wendy; can't even leave the fucking junk alone for nine months, not even for the sake of her son. We pull into the hospital parking lot and rush inside.
Jax is through the door and heading to NICU before I even make it out of Gemma's SUV. We rush to follow him. I keep my distance as he and Gemma talk with Tara about Abel's condition. Watching Jax's face fall and contort in such pain sends a shock through my system. Every worst possible situation runs through my mind watching his heart break with every word. It doesn't help to hear the terrifying words from the one woman who shattered him.
When Tara ran away to Chicago, it was a very dark time in Jaxson's life and he's never fully recovered. I didn't know she was back in Charming. Crossing my arms over my chest and chewing on my nail, I wait for news. Jax turns away from Tara, fire in his eyes and hatred obvious in his face. He stomps back down the hall and out the doors. Clay tells Bobby and Chibs to back him. I meet Filip's gaze for a moment but Gemma's voice pulls me out of my stare.
"He's got a hole in his heart and his stomach is ripped." she's kneading her hands, terrified and anxious. I pull her into a chair behind me and hold her hand without a word. Clay sits in the chair across from us. When he's reassured that I won't leave Gemma alone here, he heads out to rally the guys. Gemma and I wait for news.
Filip's POV
My blood is boiling as we race along to the Hairy Dog; fucking Darby's guys. We pull into the lot and Jax barely parks his bike before he's through the front doors. He bursts in and heads right for the assholes. He grabs a pool cue and swings hard at the dealer's head. The rage causes every swing to connect, harder and harder. As the guy lies on the floor, choking and sputtering, Jaxson breaks the stick and with a swift motion, stabbing the man in his nut sack before continuing to kick the living shit outta him. I rush to Jax's side, pushing him away from the guy. No need to get arrested.
"It's ok, brother. I think you've made yer point." I tell him.
Jax marches back out of the bar and takes off on his bike; heading off to Opie's house. Tig and I head back to the clubhouse. Anger runs through me as we fly through the roads. Not just over this Wendy shit. What the hell was I thinking? I almost fucked Aubrey seven ways from Sunday; she's gonna hate me. She was drunk and I shoulda stopped it sooner; but damned if that woman didn't drive me insane. I couldn't help myself. Thoughts of her grounding that sweet pussy into my cock have been haunting me all day. I couldn't think straight. None of these thoughts could stop my cock from growing tight against my jeans whenever I think of her laying there naked and begging for me; her tongue against my skin and her thighs inviting me in. She was gonna be the death of me.
"What's up there Chibs?" Tig breaks my thoughts as we wait for a stoplight.
"Nuthin brother, just pissed at Darby. Fucking cocksucker." I yell over the roar of our bikes.
"That's all?" Tig's never been smart, he shouldn't try now.
"Yeah Tiggy. Just thinkin bout that kid man." It's halfway true.
When we pull back into the lot, everyone's there. Clay steps up.
"Where's Jaxson?" he asks
"Went to talk to Op." I tell him "How's the kid?"
"No updates yet. Holding steady for now." Clay says, looking at his feet. "Poor kid, both of them."
I nod as we head inside. I push thoughts of Aubrey away.
Aubrey's POV
Sometime around 7, Gemma can't stand sitting at the hospital any longer. She drops me off at TM and I head inside the office, not wanting to go home yet. Inside the clubhouse there are voices and music, growing louder. I sit down at the desk and watch as the crowd moves outside. Gradually the fights start. Some of the crow eaters have staggered in and are squealing Tig and Happy's names while the two land blow after blow in the makeshift ring. A soft knock at the door, brings me back to Earth.
Filip stands in the door way, head hung low, plate of food in one hand and two beers in the other. He sits down on the couch handing me the plate and one of the bottles. I pick up the bottle and concentrate on peeling the label.
"Yer mad?" he asks.
"Nah, I'm good Chibs." My voice dismissive and indifferent. He leans forward resting his arms on his knees.
"Why don't you try that again?" He says not taking his eyes off the floor. I keep silent.
Everything in my body is pushing me to run out the door. It's never been uncomfortable between the two of us. I grew up around him, everything feeling like I'm at home when he was in the room. Now, the memory of his lips on mine was the only thing I could think about. Everything has changed.
"Baby girl, it's not like that." His voice like rough velvet.
I stand up and come around the front of the desk. Standing right in front of him, I lean against the edge of the desk. "What's it like then Filip?" he raises his eyes to meet mine.
"Yer brother and yer da will kill me if something were to happen here." He whispers.
"Please don't do that." My voice barely carries over the sound outside. I lower my eyes to the floor. I hear him stand and step toward me. Placing his hand under my chin, he raises my face so I can see him.
"What?" he asks.
"Don't use the club to tell me you aren't interested. Don't fuck with me like that. I'm not one of those stupid bitches Jaxson drags back to the apartment for a night." My anger bubbling to the surface a bit. He drops his hand to his side and sighs loudly.
"I wouldn't fuck with you. It's not like that Aubrey. I. . . just can't" he said.
"Look, I'm pretty sure I just let you off the hook, you don't have to worry. I'm all good Filip." I told him, growing steadily impatient with him. Turning to leave, I fight the tears in my eyes again. This is ridiculous. I haven't shed a single tear in years, now twice in one day and over a guy.
Before I make it to the door, he stands in my way and closed the door with a soft click. I refuse to look at him. The inches between us seem like miles. He steps into the gap in front of us.
"Bree, I want you more than you'll ever realize. Do you realize how much trouble I could get into?" his eyes plead with me to understand. Frustration crosses his face and he steps away from me again, leaning on the desk that I just vacated.
I reach down and grab his hands, pulling him to stand in front of me. Resting my forehead against his chest. "So we don't tell anyone else. We just spend time together and keep it away from the gossip."
"In Charming? That's askin for a miracle baby." He says as he strokes my hair down my back.
I reach my hands up the bottom of his shirt and across his tight abdomen. He tenses at my touch. I stand up quickly afraid he'll leave. I reach over and lock the door and he is behind me in a heartbeat. He spins me to face him and slams me against the door, his body pressed firmly against mine. I easily strip him of his shirt and he pulls off my hooded sweatshirt and bra in one quick hand motion. He tucks his hand into my jeans pulling them down as I step out of them. I'm fumbling with his belt as he's pressing his teeth against my skin, I can tell he's holding back slightly.
"I'm not gonna break, Filip. Fuck me." I whisper in a low voice. That's all he needs to press forward. He lifts my legs up to wrap around his waist and drives himself deep inside of me. I've only been with one other guy and it sure as hell wasn't like this. My thighs shake as he slams me over and over again before collapsing against me still holding on to my legs.
"Those filthy words coming outta that beautiful mouth almost killed me woman. I ain't givin this up. We can't be telling anyone." I nod my head, unable to speak through my ragged breathing.
He slowly lowers me to the ground pulling away from me as he goes. My knees are shaking and I'm lightheaded. We dress quickly before we leave the office to join the crowd. The rest of the night while I make the rounds, I feel Filip's eyes on me. I smile and talk lightly with my brother, struggling to ignore the hungry look on Filip's face.
During a particularly nasty conversation with Tig on the proper way to eat a pussy, Chibs appears out of nowhere at my side.
"Ugh Tig, you kiss . . . anyone with that mouth?" I ask, a giggle escapes my lips. The buzz I'm feeling has nothing to do with the one beer I've had tonight. When Filip puts his hand on the small of my back, I fight the urge to kiss him.
"Tiggy, why you harassing this poor girl. Yer making her blush." His teasing told me he knew exactly where my blush was coming from. When Tig turned his attention to the tan brunette who didn't own a bra, Filip leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I wanna take you for a ride. Interested?" the feel of his breath near my necks sends an obvious shiver down my spine. I nod carefully. "Follow me." He takes my hand and we head over to Jax and Clay. Clay slides his arm around me as I walk up, placing a kiss on my cheek.
"How's Abel?" I ask.
"Stable for now. I think I'm gonna head over there for a bit." He says, not taking his eyes off of Clay. We obviously interrupted something. I give Jax a hug before he turns back toward his bike.
"Clay, I'm gonna give Bree a ride home. She says she's got a migraine but I think it's cuz she don't wanna deal with Piney tonight." Chibs speaks close to Clay's ear. I pretend I don't hear. Clay pulls me in for a hug and kisses my cheek.
"Feel better baby girl." Filip grabs my hand and leads me to his bike. I throw my helmet on as we speed back to his apartment. The anticipation almost too much for me.