Rosen gets me released the next day after they take Luann to see Otto. I'm exhausted and frustrated as I walk outside in the light. Unser is there to pick me up. We ride to the clubhouse in silence. I walk through the doors and everyone is there. The room is tense and angry.
"Oh Thank God." My dad says; his face full of relief. Happy picks me up and spins me around, growling at me.
"Morning guys." I call out when I get my breath back. Filip pulls me to his side, keeping a protective arm around me as everyone says good bye to Happy and the other guys.
"You keep my little princess safe Chibs. I've got a spot all picked out for your tattoo if something happens to her." Happy pats Filip on the shoulder before leaving.
"He seems like a nice fellow." Unser comments from his corner. Clay spits his whiskey across the bar and we're all silent.
"What were they asking about?" Clay sits me down next to my dad. I go over my conversation with Hale and Stahl. Dad and Clay look proud.
"That's my girl. Now we just gotta wait for word from Otto and Luann." Clay says, taking a shot.
"I'm gonna take her home." Filip tells Clay. "She needs some sleep."
Before I leave, my dad pulls me into a quick hug. We haven't had a moment to talk since the incident at the bar.
"I'll stop by later to check in on you." He whispers in my ear.
"Filip will be there." I tell him, pulling back to watch his expression.
"I know."
"See you later." I lean up and give him a kiss on the cheek before following Filip out the door.
I'm not surprised my car is in my drive way when I get home. I figure one of the prospects took care of it for me. Filip unlocks the door and leads me into my bedroom.
"Bed or bath?" He asks.
"Mmmmm bath, definitely." My muscles ache from the tension and jail bunk.
Filip turns and heads into the bathroom. I kick off my shoes and put my things on my bed before following him. The steam hits me as soon as I open the door. He found my bubble bath and filled the tub. I carefully peel my clothes off and step into the stinging hot water, lowering myself carefully.
I lean back against the tub and he shuts the water off. My eyes close as the hot water soothes away all traces of the night. Filip hangs his kutte up on the door handle and sits down on the floor next to me. I put my hand over his on the edge of the tub.
"Y'all right baby?" His raspy voice was full of exhaustion, relief and fear all in the same pained tone.
"Yeah. It was a long night but they didn't want anything to do with me. She's just trying to see who she can intimidate." I rub my hand along his arm.
"But bringin up Kerianne and Fiona to ya. That's just a low blow." He leans his head against the tiled wall.
"She had to try. I know your past Filip; if I was worried about it you would know." I tell him.
His phone rings and we both groan loudly. He steps out of the room to take the call. My exhaustion gets the better of me and I drain the water from the tub before standing up to rinse the bubbles off of my body. When I'm finished, I pad out to my bedroom. Filip is still on the phone. I don't stop to listen to his conversation. Instead, I crawl under the covers of my bed and quickly fall asleep. My dreams are laced with thoughts of the mysterious Fiona and Filip.
I sleep soundly through the night, missing the fact that Filip didn't stay with me. I assume he's on club business. Not able to stand sitting at the house alone, I head straight to the garage. When I pull up, there's a car I don't recognize in front of the shop door.
When I get to the office, I see a woman I never hoped to see again. My jaw flies open.
"Hi Bree." My mother greets me. Gemma is distracted with Jaxson's approaching bike, staring past me.
I leave the office without a word, my blood boiling. Juice hands me some paperwork and I bury myself in orders until the miserable bitch leaves again. Gemma avoids me and heads into the office, locking the door. Something is going on and it makes me sick to my stomach. Something tells me I don't want to know why my mother's back in town.
Everyone avoids me for the day, only speaking to me when necessary. I figure it's because of my bad mood. I enjoy the peace while I distract myself with work. I don't hear Jax's footsteps until he's right in front of me.
"Bree, got some good news. Little man is coming home tomorrow." The grin on his face is contagious.
"That's great news Jaxson." I put my hand on his arm. He notices that the excitement doesn't reach my eyes.
"I got something else. The reason your ma was here earlier. You gotta hear this, better from me." He looks down. "ATF picked up Opie, Donna and the kids; took them to some secure facility. Bobby was arrested. Mary got a call to pick up the kids."
"Why didn't they call me?" I ask, anger flaring up inside me at all the new information.
"You were in jail." He reminds me.
"Still, calling Mary? That doesn't sound like Op." Jaxson looks down at his hands. "What aren't you telling me?"
"I think ATF is trying to make your brother look like a rat." He explains.
"No fucking way. This club is his life. He chose it over Donna yesterday." I fill him in on the drama between my brother and his wife.
"Don't worry, we'll get through this together. Just stay close to home and the garage, stay at Filip's if you have to." He warns me before heading back to the clubhouse.
"Wait Jax." I call out, jogging over to catch up with him. "I know it's not the best timing but I need a favor."
"What's that?" He asks; distractedly.
"Give Filip a night off. I need sometime with him. We barely see each other and with everything that's gone on lately, I need him. "I plead with him.
"He's yours. I'll let Clay know that he only gets a call if absolutely necessary." He gives me a quick hug and turns away.