Chapter 14 – Darling, You Are Insatiable
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"If you get shot," Jax said to Chibs when they had stopped, "she's gonna be pissed."
Chibs laughed and shook his head, "she's already pissed that Happy's coming."
"She's not my boss," Happy said as he caught up with the other two guys, "but if I get shot again don't tell her."
They laughed together as they entered the strip club. There was no fear from them, only jovial jokes between the brothers. Clay pointed to a table on the far left of the darkened room where Caitlyn Teller was delivering some drinks. She had just placed them down when she looked up with a panicked expression. Clay looked at her in confusion; she wasn't the hot young blonde she had been when he had slept with her that one time, she looked like shit.
"He's not here," Happy said as he looked around at all the people in the club.
"Neither of them are," Clay said as he started moving his way towards the woman.
Tig and Happy jeered at the men in suits, recognising it as the uniform of the Warrens men. They shouted over the music and made rude hand gestures to the amusement of the other men with them. The Suits shouted back in gruff, southern voices and threatened them with their guns. At the slightest movement towards the holsters on their hips, Happy pulled out his gun and fired at them. The few bullets that he had fired caught one man in the chest and caused strippers and patrons to go running for the doors. The Suits immediately retaliated with their own gunfire. Before they could dive behind some cover, Chibs yelled in anger as a bullet hit then passed through his left forearm.
Clay grabbed Caitlyn by the arm and roughly pulled her away from the thumping music and gunfire. She tried to struggle against him but even with his painful hands, she couldn't get free. He threw her against a wall in the cloakroom. She scrambled to regain her balance but he pushed her back against the wall, looking into her eyes dangerously.
"Where are they?" he asked her gruffly.
"Who?"
"Don't play stupid Caitlyn."
She sighed and folded her arms, not unlike the way that Vivania did when she was holding her tongue. Caitlyn told him that the two heads of the Warrens were at their compound outside of town "dealing with business". She seemed unfazed by the shots being fired behind them but was more concerned about how Clay was looking at her. She squirmed under his gaze and tightened her arms around herself. She still loved him, he realised, even after 15 years of being away from him. He put his hand beside her head on the wall and leaned in close to her face.
"Tell your husband," Clay said lowly, "that he is never getting my daughter back. I will kill him and everything else he loves if he even tries. If he ever hurts another hair on her head he will lose his, do you understand?"
Caitlyn nodded quickly, swallowing before ducking under his arm and running into the dressing room. Through the half open door he could see her pulling out her phone from her pocket but he wasn't letting her go that easily. He slammed the door open and stalked into the dressing room, ignoring the cowering club workers and kept his icy blue eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.
"Do you know what he did to our kid?" Clay asked her angrily but continued without giving her a chance to reply, "he broke her ribs, Caitlyn. He burnt the back of her neck with his cigarette. He tied her so tightly that her wrists are cut and not healing properly. How can you stand by while you know he was doing that to your daughter?"
"I warned her," Caitlyn spat venomously and threw a shoe at his head which he deflected with a practised arm movement, "I told her that would happen."
"You bitch! Get out of here and tell those shitheads that I'm going to rip their heads from their bodies with my bare hands."
Caitlyn dashed passed him out of the door, almost tripping on her shoes as she did so. Clay smirked at the workers and nodded with a polite, "ladies," and a wink before going out to join his guys in the thrall of gunfire.
Jax ducked behind the table with a laugh as he felt a bullet graze passed his face. Chibs glared at him and shot out a couple of bullets which hit a man in the chest. The younger man rolled his eyes as he reloaded his gun and rolled dramatically to the next table to join Happy, Juice and Tig. Happy's shoulder had split open again, causing blood to spread through his white t shirt and down his arm. He couldn't help thinking, through the gunfire, that Viv was going to kill him for pulling his stitches.
The gunfire didn't stop until all the guys in suits were either dead or escaping through the fire escape in the back of the club. The Sons of Anarchy guys followed quickly, jumping over dead bodies and pushing passed the strippers and other patrons of the club. They saw that there were three sleek black cars parked outside the club and one pulling away. The men shot at the body and tires of the cars. Jax shot the last bullet of his gun at the getaway car. The rear window smashed and the car ran off the road; the bullet had caught the driver in the back of the head. It crashed into a lamp post but disappointingly didn't catch on fire like in the movies.
"Is anyone hit?" Clay asked and looked around at his guys then saw Chibs holding his arm; Happy bleeding from the shoulder and Jax with the bullet graze on his cheek, "oh shit. Viv is going to kill me. Get in the van, Tara is back at the clubhouse she can patch you all up."
Going back into the clubhouse to face their girl was more frightening than having to go into the strip club to fight the Warrens men. There was an air of tension when they pulled into the lot and started back into the clubhouse. They walked through the door and there she was, pacing back and forth with her arms folded. She looked up with hopeful eyes when the door opened but her face fell when she saw the blood not only on her man but on her cousin and Happy as well.
"Are you fucking kidding?!" she shouted at Happy who just stood still with wide eyes, "I told you not to go! I told you that this would happen! I can't believe you didn't listen to me!"
Happy stood silently with his eyes still wide and shocked while the much smaller, younger woman scolded him like she was his mother. Chibs couldn't help smiling at his lady even though she was now going off on him for being shot in the arm. He just pulled her to his chest, ignoring the pain in his arm when he did so, and kissed the top of her head until she stopped raving like a madwoman and wrapped her arms around his waist with her head on his chest, telling him she was glad they were home.
I felt sick when I saw the bullet hole in Filip's arm. He kept telling me not to worry but I couldn't help flitting from one bleeding man to another. Tara told me to keep a pressure on Happy's shoulder while she examined Filip. I'm pretty sure she only told me to do that so I would stop getting in her way and fussing over Filip. She was stitching him up but I couldn't watch. Happy patted me awkwardly on the back while I pressed some rolled up gauze on his shoulder.
"You are so stupid," I hissed at him, "when my ribs get better you are in so much trouble."
Happy just laughed slightly but winced when he had hurt his shoulder. I laughed as Tara waved Jax away from her, telling him that he really wasn't her priority since he only had a grazed face and no holes in his body that shouldn't already be there.
"Come on Babe," he appealed, "I need medical attention too! Look, I'm bleeding!"
"Vee," Tara sighed without looking up, as she wound a bandage around Filip's arm, "can you please hand your cousin a Band-Aid?"
I reached into the first aid kit and passed him the smallest plaster I could find. It was Disney Princess themed and bright pink. He gave me a sarcastic smile but opened it up and put it over his cheek. I laughed again and Happy surprised me by letting out a deep chuckle himself.
Once Tara had finished with Filip she moved over to Happy, changed latex gloves and asked me to remove my hands from his shoulder. The blood oozed out of his shoulder rather than poured now. He looked down at his skin with nothing more than vague interest as she tweezed out the old thread to restitch his shoulder back together. Filip told me to go and hug Happy since he looked so distraught. I could tell he was being sarcastic and messing around since my last reaction to Happy being shot was so dramatic. I shot him a withering look and stood up to wash the blood off my hands, he followed me to his dorm and into the bathroom.
"Don't try and get on my good side Filip Telford," I grumbled while scrubbing my hands with the soap, "you're gonna be in trouble too."
He was silent as he stepped behind me, trapping me between the sink and him and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed along my t-shirt clad shoulder up my neck then finally my cheek.
"You promise?" he growled lowly.
I rolled my eyes at him in the mirror, hoping to convey how little I was being turned on by him right now. He caught my gaze in the reflection and sighed with his head resting on my shoulder. Once I had finished washing my hands for the third time I turned around in Filip's arms with my hands on his cheeks; making sure he was looking at me seriously. I ran my thumbs over his scars which caused him to close his eyes with a content sigh.
"I promise," I whispered to him.
His eyes snapped open. He smirked and went to kiss me but I stopped him just millimetres away and shook my head. I told him that he needed to go to bed to rest because I didn't want him overexerting himself and possibly pulling his stitches like Happy. He had rolled his eyes but did as he was told. He had asked me to help him change, feigning pain and I obliged before tucking him in bed with a quick kiss on his forehead.
"You're so cute," I chuckled at him, he had the blankets pulled all the way up to his chin and his eyes half closed.
"I've been called many things, Sweet Girl, but cute is rarely one of them."
"Well I think you're adorable. Go to sleep and I'll be back soon."
"Yes Ma," Filip yawned with a small nod before closing his eyes fully.
I ran my hands through his rough and tangled hair until I heard his soft snores. I planted one last kiss on his face before standing up.
"You need help with anything?" I asked Tara when I came back into the bar.
Tara looked up from where she was securing a bandage on Happy's shoulder asked if I could help clean up. I obviously said yes and set to washing and disinfecting the tables that she had been using. It was quiet for a while with only the rustling of my trash bag in the air until I took a deep breath and looked up at Clay who had sat by and watched all the first aid.
"Did you get them?" I asked him but felt disappointment sink my heart when he shook his head with a scowl.
"They weren't there but I saw your mom. She looks like crap."
"Yeah, she did when I saw her. Did she have bruises? Was she ok?"
He chuckled and sipped his beer, "she looked fine, I couldn't see any marks on her. Where's Chibs?"
"Hm? Oh, I sent him to bed."
"God," Tig laughed, "he is so whipped. He needs to man up!"
"I think its sweet," Tara said and smiled at me, "it's good that he does what you say. I know what it's like dealing with a disobedient man."
She shot a look at Jax who just winked at her. I laughed with her. I hadn't really got much chance to talk to Tara over the months that I had been in Charming, only really when I was looking after Abel while her and Jax were both at work but that was only a quick chat but since she had frequently checked on me while I was in the hospital and brought me things that I might need when Gemma was busy. We had gotten to be quite friendly but not really best friends like I was with Kimbra. I had the feeling that she kind of looked down on Kimbra and the other girls, preferring to stay at home during parties.
"Chibs is old," Jax said in response to his girlfriend's jibes, "he's way too tired to even try and argue with her."
I huffed and folded my arms while fixing him with a glare. I wanted to tell them that even though Filip was older, he was better in bed than any other guy I had ever been with but decided that that was probably not something that my dad would want to hear. Jax wouldn't mind, I'm sure and Tig would definitely revel in knowing all the gory details but I decided that I would keep them to myself. I just made a flippant comment about him being able to keep up with the rest of them, even beating Clay in their little brawl yesterday. Clay blamed that on his hands but I just raised an eyebrow.
"I'm going," Happy announced as soon as Tara stepped away from him, "bye."
"Straight to bed, young man," I ordered him, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Happy rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair before turning to leave. Clay laughed, mentioning that since everyone, including himself, did as I said I should perhaps become the president of the Sons. I shook my head with a small smile. I had considered that too but since women weren't allowed I thought they would perhaps be less than pleased to take orders from me directly rather than through my dad. I stayed and talked to the others for a while, just about what had happened at the club, finding out what had happened and laughing at Juice, Jax and Tig's collective disappointment that the car hadn't exploded into flames when it had ran into the lamppost. It was a strange but good feeling sitting awake in the clubhouse at 3:30am, not drunk or drinking, just talking to my family. I smiled when I realised I had included Tig and Juice under that title; I had gone from having almost no family to having more than I knew what to deal with. It was nice.
It went quiet suddenly and everyone looked behind me. I turned slowly as the smell of Filip's cigarettes wafted over me. He was stood at the entrance to the dorms hallway with a cigarette between his fingers, a major bedhead and a disgruntled look on his face. I bit back my laughter at his appearance. Clay chuckled quietly and told the boys that they should probably leave us to whatever argument was going to happen.
"Nah," Tig laughed, "me and Juicey are staying in the dorms tonight too. We don't want anything unsavoury to happen while our princess is sleeping. Besides, Chibs is too old to argue with Vee."
"Not too old to kick your arse though Tiggy," Filip said around his cigarette, his voice thick with sleep and his accent getting stronger, "I could take you any day."
I realised that he had been dampening his accent down but on certain times he would let his Scottish accent really show. The first time I had slept with him was the first time I had heard the majesty that was his husky, Scottish voice. I felt my pulse race just thinking about it but pushed those feelings down and fixed Filip with a small glare.
"You're supposed to be asleep, Darling," I said gently, "stop picking fights with people."
Filip's unhappy expression softened when I called him Darling and made a mental note to call him Darling more. He smiled, or more like grinned, at me. I felt myself melt at the sight of his dimples and wanted to squeal obnoxiously but reminded myself that we weren't alone and he had a certain tough guy image to keep up around my dad and the other guys, even if he said he wasn't afraid of looking stupid.
"You were taking too long," he told me.
"It's been an hour," Jax laughed as he checked the clock on the wall, "are you really that needy already?"
"Stop it Jax," Tara scolded, "it's sweet. You should be happy that your cousin has got someone that cares about her."
Filip and I looked at Jax smugly and he rolled his eyes, standing up and letting Tara know that they should get going; Gemma had Abel but they needed to go to bed. I hadn't known that Tara had work in a matter of hours, I felt bad for making them stay and talk but Tara waved away my apologies. I told her that she needs to teach me some basic first aid so I could help out next time, Clay said that was a good idea and they all went home; leaving me stood in the quiet bar with Filip, Tig and Juice.
"Right." I said and clapped sharply, "Bed."
"You can't tell us what to do, we're not your guys," Tig retorted then bowed his head when I shot him a glare, "yes ma'am." he added quietly.
Juice echoed him and they traipsed passed Filip into the dorms. The Scottish man laughed at them, saying they were just as whipped as he was until I told him to go to bed as well. I smirked at him and stood to tuck myself under his arm as we walked back to our room. As soon as the door was closed and locked, he grabbed me by the hips and stared to kiss me amorously. A part of me was vaguely disgusted by his need for sex even though he most likely killed people tonight. I guess it was just all in a day's work for them though. I think that made me feel worse.
"Not tonight," I mumbled to him, "we're both in pain and I don't want Tig and Juice to be scarred for life."
"I won't be scarred," I heard Tig's voice through the wall, "come on Vee!"
"Go to sleep!" I called to him and heard him groan in response.
Although I had told the boys to go to sleep, I lay awake just staring out into the darkness with Filip's arm over my waist. I wasn't in any pain or anything but I just couldn't stop wandering what was going to happen when Michael and Christopher will do once they find out about what happened with the strip club. I didn't want to think about it, I just couldn't help but fear the worst. It was like Filip could read my mind because he trailed lazy kisses along my shoulder and mumbled something into my neck.
"Hm?" I asked quietly.
"Stop thinking and go to sleep."
I sighed and turned onto my back so I could look at him. He was awake now too, dark eyes looking at my face with concern. He stroked my hair away from my face gently with his own quiet sigh.
"What's troubling you, Hen?" he asked softly.
I looked at him for a long time in silence, just looking over his face. I couldn't believe he was mine now after I had been convincing myself for so long that we were just friends. I didn't want to lose him now that I had just got him.
"I feel like something bad is going to happen," I whispered and played with his beard, making him smile gently at me.
"Nothing is going to happen," he said, catching my hand with his and kissing my palm, "I promise. You're too sweet for me, Love. Are you sure you picked the right guy?"
"Maybe you're right. Perhaps I should go and get into bed with Juice or Tig."
I gasped slightly when he was suddenly lying over me, careful not to put his full weight on me but just enough to stop me from moving. He was using his bandaged arm to balance himself whereas his right hand was now holding me by the neck. There was no pressure on it but just the feeling of having it there made my heart race and my legs pressed together until he put his knee in between mine. I swallowed but felt myself smile.
"Darling," I murmured to him and played with his hair, something I found out he likes, "you are insatiable."
"Can you blame me? I've wanted you for so long; I've got a lot of catching up to do."
"How long?"
In the dim light of the lamp on his bedside table, I saw him smile. It was a shy smile though, not a smug smirk or a grin. Shy was something he had very rarely been around me before but it was sweet and made me smile too. I continued to run my hands through his hair and massaging his scalp as he let his head fall forwards to hide his shy expression. He lay back down beside me, grumbling when I stopped playing with his hair. I let him rest his head on my bare chest as he softly moved his hand over my side and stomach and I played with his hair, experimenting with putting it in little ponytails. I could feel his breath over my skin; taking me back to that first night again. It was only two days ago but it felt like it had been forever.
"You broke my heart first," he said, his accent becoming thick again, "I'm never gonna forget hearing your scream when your friend died, or seeing you looking just… broken and small when you talked to Jax in the van. 'I was going to be something, I was going to be important and go places. I was going to mean something to someone.' That's what you said to us. They're burned into my memory."
Filip moved his hand away from my body and tapped the side of his head vigorously before he sniffed and I felt his tears on my skin. I could barely believe that it had affected him so much or that he remembered it all so vividly. Knowing that he was crying made me cry too but I made sure that I had concealed it from him; if he knew I was crying he would stop.
"You remember your first night here?" he asked, and I nodded, "you were like a different person, talking about your school and your friends and everything you did. You were so interesting and pretty and really fucking drunk."
I laughed at the memory and his shoulders shook with laughter too. I had been very drunk that night; I drank away my nerves.
"You put your arm on my shoulders and kissed my cheek," Filip continued softly and I knew that if he was interrupted, I would never hear this story again so I kept my words until the end, "it had been so long since someone had been… I don't know. Then you said I looked cute with my glasses on and you blushed and you laughed when I flirted with you. You had me hook line and fucking sinker, Sweet Girl."
"Really?" I asked in shock, he was quiet but nodded, "I thought… I thought you kind of wanted to fuck me after I had that fight with that croweater."
"I did but I loved you way before that. I wanted you. I never wanted you to feel like you were nothing or unimportant and I wanted to make sure you knew that you meant the world to me but I couldn't think of what to say."
I finally sniffed and he sat up immediately to look at me. I laughed at his wet eyes and runny nose. I hadn't ever seen him cry before. He laughed at himself too. I sat up and wiped his cheeks with my hands and his nose with the corner of the blanket. With another quiet laugh, he ducked his head into my shoulder and put his arms around me, just tight enough for me to feel it but not enough to rebreak my ribs. I circled mine around his neck and kissed the top of his head. He needed affection too, I thought, I couldn't just be the only one in this relationship to be allowed to be vulnerable sometimes.
"You were jealous of Nikolai," I said smugly, "I knew it!"
He tightened his grip slightly and sounded quietly angry when he spoke, "I wanted to rip his fucking cock off for touching you. That's why I was so angry. I didn't want you to just be my friend, I wanted you to be my lady but I was too chicken shit to admit it to myself, let alone you."
"Darling…"
I felt him sigh and kiss my skin again.
"That's great and all," Tig shouted from beyond the wall with a couple of thumps for good measure, "but when're ya gonna get fucking?!"
So cute – a bit of a shorter one for you guys tonight but I think it was loaded with things that we needed to hear, primarily Chibby's feelings for Viv. We also saw her parents interacting for the first time.
Also, I've had an idea for a Happy fanfic, I would still write this one, obviously because I am obsessed.
It would be about a "poor little rich girl" called Catherine (Cat) who is the stereotypical daddy's girl. She's never had a boyfriend, she doesn't swear and has been used to everyone doing everything for her. Her family has to move away from LA to Charming after her father was going to follow a new business venture in the town to build new developments on the outskirts of town but the Sons of Anarchy cause them trouble.
She is forced to get a job, or two, somewhere else in town and sell her posh cars and fire her driver and the housekeeper (the horror) but maybe she realises life in Charming isn't as bad as she thinks it would be when she gets close to some of the guys.
what do we think? i'm still writing Sweet Girl but I thought I would give myself a bit of variety since Cat would be completely different to Viv
oh, and she has a dog so…
Let me know what you think about the Happy thing!
See you soon,
Lots of love from Doe
xxxxxxx