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(I NEED YOUR ADVICE – shall we go for a slow burn romance or hot and heavy and secret? I have a feeling Clay wouldn't be too impressed with one of the guys being with our lovely Vee. Please let me know what you think because I'm stuck and have material written out for both)

Chapter 7 – Whiplash

Kimbra was a breath of fresh air. When we had met up she had run over and hugged me with a cheerful greeting. She looked completely different to how she did the night before. Her auburn hair was piled up in a messy bun on top of her head; she was wearing no makeup and showing her freckles. She was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt over a white tank top with some sandals. It was almost hard to recognise her.

"Wow," she said to me as she stood back, "you're beautiful."

"Stop," I said to her, "so are you! You look so different!"

"You too, I've seen you strutting about TM in your heels and stuff; you look cute in jeans."

When we had stopped complimenting each other she led me into a cute little café. We ordered coffee and bagels. It was nice just sitting and chatting. We didn't talk about the club or business deals or anything serious. The most serious we got was talking about my dream apartment or house and even then she joked about having various BDSM furniture in there. I was in hysterics laughing at her and she could barely reply for laughing at her own jokes.

"I doubt Gemma and Clay would want to come over for dinner if they knew I had a sex swing in my living room," I chuckled to her, ignoring the glares we were getting from some older people in the corner.

"No, but Chibs might."

"Excuse me?"

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I knew exactly what she was talking about. The way he had been last night was so different to how he usually was with me; I expected that from Tig but never Chibs.

"Come on, don't play coy with me. I saw how you were looking at him, miss goo goo eyes!"

She dramatically clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes. I threw a sugar packet at her and shook my head.

"I had drunk so much wine, Kimbra, and Filip was full of whiskey. It was just drunk people being drunk. Don't read too much into it."

"Oh, its Filip now is it? You were knocking back the wine but he only had about 3 drinks. I know; I was watching you."

I called her a creep and sat back with my arms folded and my lips pursed but I couldn't help but think about it. If he hadn't been drunk then why was he acting like that? Just to get me back for how I was, I imagined.

We had stopped off at her office so she could pick up the keys for a couple of places for me to look at. As we drove around the town she taught me all the different sayings and terms of the club. Only the Sons of Anarchy had crow eaters, most of the girls wanted to become old ladies to club members. An old lady is like a girlfriend or wife of club members. That's what she thought I was to Chibs. I had blushed when I found this out.

"This one is my favourite," she said as we pulled up to a cute little house, "you've got a garage, a kitchen-diner and a really spacious bedroom. It's only a one bedroom but the neighbourhood is good, quiet, you know? You can decorate how you want too; the landlord isn't particularly picky about you redecorating. You wanna go inside?"

I nodded enthusiastically. It had a small garden out the front next to the drive way with a little patch of flowers in front of the little porch that led up to the front door. Kimbra parked up and led me up the steps to the porch and through the front door. Inside it was really big but I think that might have been because there was no furniture. The walls were plain white with holes in the walls where the previous owners had hung pictures. The floors were a shiny light wood all over from where the living room would be towards the kitchen and the door that I assumed lead to the garage.

She told me to look around. It was by far the best property I had seen all day. It was so bright and airy. Upstairs was just as bright with big windows in the bedroom that looked over the back garden. I smiled when I saw the fresh green lawn and patio. It was small but if it was just going to me then it didn't matter. I knew instantly that I wanted this one. I had never had a place of my own to call home before; in the school I had shared accommodation during the younger years then had to change rooms every new school year from college onwards. At the house where my mother lived with Michael the room that I slept in doubled as a storage closet for all of her clothes and shoes. The bedroom that I had at Gemma's was always going to be a temporary thing. I was excited and anticipated the concept of a place to call my own.

"So?" I heard Kimbra say.

I gasped and jumped. My hand flew over my heart as I whipped around to look at her. She laughed and apologised but looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"I love it, Kimbra, I really love it."

"I knew you would! Oh my god! We'd be neighbours! We live just 2 doors down!"

"With who?"

"Cinnamon and Livia, we live at number 86 just up the road."

Now I was getting really excited. This meant that I would not only have some friends that weren't all business minded, I would have friends that lived nearby. This would mean girls nights, drinking and good times finally. She told me she would speak to the landlord about how much he would charge me a month, the same guy she rented her property from. I waited anxiously for the phone call to end; pacing back and forth across the patio. It was all positive sounding but I didn't want to listen to closely just in case it was bad news. I had been flung out of my thoughts when she grabbed my arms and shook me as she squealed.

"Oh my god! We're going to be neighbours!" she screeched and hugged me really tightly.

I rang Gemma from Kimbra's phone and told her the good news. I had also asked if I could use her kitchen to make something to thank the guys for letting me take a cut of the profits. She sounded pleased at that and agreed, telling me that they would appreciate that.

Kimbra gave me a ride to the grocery store so I could buy all the stuff I needed for some cakes and treats before returning to Gemma and Clay's place to make a start. Kimbra helped me with some of the stuff but, as she had confessed, she was terrible at baking so she mostly just mixed stuff up and took stuff out of the oven to put on the cooling racks.

Once everything had been cleared up and cleaned we had fun with decorating all the different things we had made before putting them in Tupperware containers and loading them back up in her car to take them all to TM. I had it sorted the food out equally between boxes so that they all had their own box with their names on. I thought that would be a cute touch. I also made smaller boxed up for Jax and Opie's children.

When we arrived a mechanic told us that the guys were all in church so we had some time to kill before I could present them with all of the food. I let him have a vanilla cupcake and a couple of cookies when I saw him looking in the trunk of Kimbra's car.

By the time their meeting was over, the sun was lower in the sky so Kimbra and I lay down side by side on top of one of the picnic tables catching the last few rays of sun before it went away completely. We were talking about how I was going to furnish my new place and if I was going to paint.

"Good evening Princess."

I sat up to see Nikolai stood at our feet smiling at us both. His hippie van was parked up a little way off being looked at by the same mechanic as before. I ran my fingers through my hair and straightened out my shirt.

"Nikolai? What are you doing here?" I asked him and smiled back.

Kimbra was looking between us with a raised eyebrow.

"The van needs work doing and I thought that since we are associates I should come and get it done here. Is that a problem?"

"Of course not!"

I tossed my hair over my shoulder and looked around to see Jax talking with Chibs and Opie by the entrance to the bar. Jax looked amused with his arms folded and his head tilted back but when Chibs saw me waving he turned and walked away. Talk about emotional whiplash.

I ignored the sinking feeling in my stomach and waved to Jax and Opie, telling them to come over.

They did that man nod to Nikolai and exchanged greetings with Kimbra as I brought out a stack of Tupperware boxes for them to look through. They shouted the rest of the guys and they descended on me like vultures. I thanked them all profusely when I gave them their snack boxes, hugging them tightly. I had only one left by the end.

"I'll be back in a minute," I told Kimbra, "I need to go and find Chibs."

She winked at me and popped a cookie she had stolen from Tig in her mouth. I rolled my eyes but walked in the direction he went. I found him working under a car. I poked his leg with my foot and put his box on his stomach before perching on the tool trolley to wait. He laid working under the car for a while until curiosity must have got the better of him and he wheeled himself out. He didn't look at me, just picked the box up off his belly and sat up. I saw him smile slightly when he looked at his name written on the top. He tapped it with his finger and finally looked up at me. I hadn't seen him in his mechanic uniform much before; it was strange seeing him in something that wasn't black and leather. His hair had flopped into his face and he pushed it back; streaking the grey at his roots with car oil.

"I know you liked my chocolate cake," I said after a long moment of looking at him, "so I gave you a couple of extra slices."

He drummed his fingers over the top of the box and stood up to put his tools back on the trolley before seeing that I was sat on it. It didn't stop him however and he came over, closer to me than he needed to, too pull out a drawer under my leg to put the tools away. His hand grazed the back of my thigh slightly and I bit the inside of my lip.

"You're sweet," he said finally, "thank you."

Then he put his hand on the back of my head, leaning even closer and kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes and smiled, letting out a small sigh. He beard tickled my face as his lips lingered on my skin. My hands tightened their grip on the handles of the trolley and he stepped back again but still stayed close. He was looking at me with a really soft expression, fondness, I recognised. Anya used to look at me like that sometimes.

"That Russian guy is here. Why? He lives across the other side of town," he said with a forced sense of casualness as he opened the box to look through the different things I had put in there, "it would be easier if he took his shitty car to Big Mike's."

I tilted my head to the side with a smirk as he wiggled his fingers over the food while he decided what to have before picking out the chocolate cake and taking a bite. He was avoiding my gaze but then looked up when I hadn't spoken. There was frosting in his beard and I bit back my laughter.

"He is supporting his business associates," I told him with a shrug, "that's all. He's a nice guy Filip."

"How is he going to tell us what is wrong with it?"

"He can speak English. He just chose not too in that meeting." I explained and he rolled his eyes.

I laughed and poked him with my foot again before hopping off the trolley and telling him to stop being so damn antisocial and come and join us in the bar. He followed me back to where I had left Kimbra and Nikolai. The latter was talking on his phone where he stood against his van and Kimbra was lying down on the table again, chatting to the other guys. Chibs saw Nikolai and I could feel him glaring over my shoulder.

"Where did you get off too?" Kimbra asked me as I came closer.

"Chibs needed his thank you too," I said and lay down beside her.

"Uh huh…"

I looked to the side at her. She was looking at me with a smug smile and a wrinkled nose. I heard Nikolai speaking to someone in English. I looked over and saw Chibs and Jax speaking to him. I tapped Kimbra and pointed at them. We leant up on our elbows to watch the exchange. Nikolai looked concerned but not at what they guys were saying but more about what he was saying. I frowned. Jax rubbed down his face and nodded at Nikolai. Chibs laughed but it wasn't a happy laugh, more cynical and bitter. It caught the attention of a few of the other guys who walked over to them; making Nikolai look more uncomfortable than he already appeared to me. I sat up properly now. What was going on? Juice leant against the table beside me chewing on something.

"Don't make yourself sick, Juan. I made that to last you at least two days. What are they saying?" I asked him, "What's happened?"

"Sorry Vee, club business. You can't know."

"What do you mean I can't know? I'm the one-"

"Just the way it is, Babe," Kimbra said with a shrug, "girls don't get to become part of the club. We can't know their business, whether you helped them or not. Not even old ladies are that involved with it."

I crossed my arms as Jax glanced over at me. As if reading my mind he shook his head. That was the most sexist bullshit I ever heard. I scowled at him but he turned back to Nikolai who was now having an apparently heated discussion with Chibs. Nikolai then gestured at me angrily before throwing his arms up, barging past the guys towards me. I looked at him, concerned but then he came right over, put his hands on either side of me on the table and leant in to speak to me quietly. I was frozen, eyes wide.

"Call me, when your guard dog isn't here."

"Guard dog…"

"Look over your shoulder at all times, Princess, people want you."

He was suddenly wrenched away from me by Juice who was pushing him back towards his van. I stood up, following them quickly and asking him in Russian what he meant. Who wanted me? I assumed the Warrens, but why? He didn't reply, just pushed Juice's hands away from him only to have them replaced by Chibs grabbing him the scruff of his neck as he was frog marched to his van.

"Whats going on? Nikolai? What do they want? Why do they want me?"

"The Warrens. You're not safe even with your family. They know what you have done. They ratted."

I took hold of Chibs' arm, almost hanging off it as I tried to stop them.

"Stop! Filip let him talk. I need to know. Jax, tell me what it is!"

I didn't even realise I was still speaking to them in Russian. They had heard their names but didn't know what I said. Jax turned his head to me and took me away from the situation as Chibs threw Nikolai into the driver's seat of the van. Nikolai gave me a pointed look that I took to mean I was to call him later. I nodded and wrenched my arm away from my cousin's grip. When Chibs turned back towards me he was angry but it wasn't directed at me.

"What the fuck was that?" I shouted at them all, "and if you give me any kind of 'club business' bullshit I am going to take every single one of those fucking boxes back."

I saw Happy slide his box into his kutte before he fixed me with a cold gaze. I looked between them all and they said nothing.

"Right."

I whipped around and stormed towards the office, slamming the door open and rooting through the filing cabinet; looking for that contract with his number on the bottom. I hadn't used the number because I didn't have a phone but now I had a friend with a phone that I could use. I huffed as I looked through the unorganised filing cabinet, making a mental note to go through and organise it later. My hands were shaking and I didn't know why.

"What are you doing?"

It was Chibs. I ignored him and carried on looking through the cabinet; closing the top drawer and bending down to look in the second one.

"Mo chailín milis."

I froze. He wasn't speaking English. I knelt down by the drawer and looked up at him, confused but also intrigued.

"What are you doing?" He asked again once he had my attention.

"If nobody out there will tell me what is going on, after everything, I will call Nikolai and ask him."

"His van wasn't broken. He came to see you."

"Why is that a problem?"

His jaw clenched and he crossed his arms over his chest only to immediately uncross them and put them at his side with a sigh. His eyes never left me and mine never left him but when he couldn't come up with an answer I turned back to the drawer to start rooting around through, pulling out different papers and looking at every piece of paper until I found the right one. I hadn't heard him leave so I assumed, rightly so, that he was still stood in the doorway. I heard him close the door and step in as I closed the second drawer and opened the third one without looking at him.

"Is tú mo chailín milis," he said softly, in that language again.

"I don't know what that means." I told him in Russian and then looking at an order list from 3 years ago and putting it back in the drawer, "Two can play at that game."

He chuckled quietly.

"Well? Why is him coming to see me such an issue?" I asked and stood up to go and search the desk.

"He isn't a good guy, Vivania," he said after a while, "his group is dangerous."

"You know they're peaceful protestors, right?" he rolled his eyes when I defended him, "And you aren't dangerous?"

"Not to you."

I had finally found the contract in a folder on the desk with a shopping list and a porn magazine. I made a face as I picked the magazine up with my thumb and forefinger and threw it in the bin. I held the contract up to show him the number scrawled on the bottom.

"You can either tell me what has happened, or I can ring Nikolai and he can tell me."

"I can't, Sweet Girl; club rules." He shook his head slowly and I sighed, going to push past him but he caught my upper arm before I could open the door. I swallowed and looked up at him. Chibs looked like he was about to say something but the door swung open and he dropped my arm and stepped away from me quicker than I had ever seen him move. Jax looked between us with a smirk then looked down at the paper in my hand. He went down to grab it but I snatched it away.

"Tell me." I demanded.

"I can't, Vee."

"Nikolai said somebody ratted you out. He said the Warrens know."

Jax looked conflicted and then looked up to Chibs.

"If you tell your dad…"

"I won't Jax, I promise."

"Sit down and don't say anything until I'm finished."

I did as I was told, for once, and sat up on the desk.

What Nikolai had told me was true. It wasn't any of the organisations we had made deals with though; it was the ones that we couldn't get to meet with. One group, the Nazi's, mentioned during a trade that they had been contacted by a woman with a British accent on behalf of TM to talk about making a deal. In turn, the Warrens spoke to the other people on their depleting client list and put two and two together as to what the Sons of Anarchy were doing.

They had made threats to their previous clients to come back or else but then Nikolai had overheard them talking about their plan to get me and use me to convince Clay to cease his actions. They had spoken about Michael and that he was coming to the US with my mother. Nikolai hadn't just come to see me, he came to warn me. At the mention of my parents my chest constricted and my breathing went shallow. I shook my head quickly.

"No," I said in a strangled, panicked voice, "you won't let them, right Jax?"

"You know we won't Vee. I'm not letting them take you away from us again," Jax sighed and cupped my face in his hands and squished my cheeks until I pulled away with a laugh, "you're safe with us. We'll kill anyone that tries to come near you. Kimbra told us about your new place. You can still move out. You don't need to be scared."

"I'm not scared." A blatant lie.

"No, I know. You just need to be careful. If you need anything, you call one of the guys and we'll be there. Even if it's a spider in your bathtub, ok?"

"Ok. Looks like I should get a phone then."

Jax nodded, patted me on the shoulder and turned to leave with a final glance at Chibs, with a knowing nod. He didn't move once the door had shut again. He looked at me and I looked at him.

He came over to me and tucked some hair behind my ear while holding my chin in his other hand, looking over my face and all I could think about was kissing him, despite the news I had just had.

"Mo chailín milis," he said again.

"What does that mean?"

He just smiled mischievously and kissed my forehead again as his rough hands rested against my neck gently. My eyes fluttered closed and I covered his hands with mine. I felt comforted by his presence and his touch unlike last night when I was just about ready to jump his bones. I felt safe with him despite my previous comments about him being dangerous. I knew he wouldn't do anything that would hurt me. I had never even thought that he or the other guys in the crew would but that didn't mean they weren't bad guys.

I NEED YOUR ADVICE – shall we go for a slow burn romance or hot and heavy and secret? I have a feeling Clay wouldn't be too impressed with one of the guys being with our lovely Vee. Please let me know what you think because I'm stuck and have material written out for both.

Fluff bitch. Fluff, fluff, fluff. Everyone who is here for a jealous, protective and loving Chibs raise your fucking hand. Because I am. I had to use google translate for the Gaelic, despite not wanting too. since its from her perspective and she doesn't know the language I didn't want to use my italics situation.

Also, her moving out is something that will make her life a lot easier and happier, if she didn't have the constant fear of her stepdad on her back now.

Are we ready for some parental drama too?

Thanks,

Love, Doe xx