Looking over to Happy who was still asleep, Alessia smiled. He had woken her up around 2:30 in the morning for round two. They had passionate sex for nearly two hours before passing out on top of each other, exhausted. Now it was nearly 7 and she had to start getting ready. Jimmy would be here in an hour to pick her up. Slowly climbing out of the bed she started picking through her duffle bags. Pulling out a pair of skinny jeans and a green tank top she heard Happy grumble. Quickly pulling out a green push-up bra and matching boy shorts she snuck to the bathroom to get ready. Throwing her hair up into a messy bun she pulled on her rings and a few green and gold bracelets, checking the mirror before finishing her makeup with a little lip gloss.
Walking out of the bathroom she grabbed a white slouchy sweater from the back of the chair next to her then leaned down to grab her black, low top, chucks. Sitting down, she put her shoes on, hearing Happy start to move in the bed. She stood up quickly, wanting to avoid any conversation, she shrugged her sweater on and grabbed for her purse.
"You're not going to breakfast that prick." Happy grumbled behind her.
"Once again he's not a prick and yes I am. If you want me to let him know that I'm with you, you will think again about trying to make me stay." Alessia turned the door knob and stepped out, turning back to see him smiling. "I'll be back soon."
"Alright baby, I'll be here waiting." He said sleepily, rolling back into the pillows and falling back to sleep.
Ooooooooooooooooo
When the SUV had pulled up to TM she had expected Jimmy to get out of the car. Instead, a tall bald man with sunglasses got out of the driver's side and opened the back passenger door, offering for her to get in. As she sat down and the door closed she waited for the man to get in before questioning him.
"Where's Jimmy?" She asked, curious as to why he wasn't in the vehicle.
"He'll be meetin us there lass. Don't get yer knickers in a knot." The man chuckled, pulling out onto the road. Letting herself relax, she watched out of the window as they made their way across town to the Hairy Dog. Feeling apprehensive as they pulled into the parking lot and the driver told her to go in, she opened the car door and stood up. Pulling her purse higher over her shoulder she closed the door and headed for the entrance. Not surprising the bar was basically empty expect for the bartender and a booth in the far corner being occupied by Jimmy as 2 men stood near him. No one comes to a bar at 8 in the morning. Making her way across the dark bar she took a seat in front of Jimmy.
"Isn't it a little early to be drinking?"
"Aye, but I figured ya would need a drink for what I'm about to tell you." Jimmy waved his hand towards one of his men who promptly went to the bartender who passed him over 2 short glasses and a bottle of Irish Whiskey. Walking over to their booth, he placed them on the table.
"I didn't know this place imported." She said, watching him pour some into one of the glasses and hand it to her. Taking a deep pull, she took it like a shot, hoping he wasn't going to tell her something bad. He took the glass from her hand and refilled it before talking.
"They don't, I brought it here for you. My men found Cameron and Able." Jimmy said, watching as she almost choked on her second shot.
"Why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you be telling Jax or Clay?" She sputtered before grabbing the bottle to pour another shot.
"In due time. But there's something else I have to do first." He stood up as one of the men by the door nodded to him and he stuck his hand out to her. "Come with me."
Jimmy walked her outside of the club as Alessia started to feel funny and watched a dark blue truck pull in. Shocked, she watched as Gemma came running out to them.
"Gemma good to see ya." Jimmy said, a disturbing smile had started to form on his lips.
"Cut the shit, you told me to come here, that something bad had happened with Abel. What happened, where's my grandson dammit?" Gemma yelled, looking over to Alessia. "Have you seen Neeta and the baby? I came home and they aren't at the house or the club."
Feeling herself start to get dizzy, Alessia started to lean into Jimmy. I feel like I'm going to be sick. I didn't drink enough to even really get too buzzed she thought as she watched Gemma give her a scared look.
"What the fuck did you do to her Jimmy?" Gemma menacingly asked. "Did you fucking drug her?"
As Alessia felt the hands of one of Jimmy's men grab and lift her up she started to lose consciousness, watching Jimmy dial a number into a burner phone and handing it to Gemma. As she was laid down into the back of the SUV she faintly heard Gemma scream "Belfast!" Taking one last look up through the window she watched Gemma turn around clutching her chest as Jimmy climbed into the front passenger seat and closed the door. The last thing she saw before she passed out was the phone dropping from Gemma's hand as she started falling to the ground.
Oooooooooooooo
"Hey Tara, what's up?" Clay asked, looking over to Jax as they stood around the pool table with the rest of the Sons at the club.
"You need to come to St. Thomas right now. Gemma had a stroke." Tara tried to calmly say into the phone as she heard Clay swear.
"When the fuck did she get here, she was supposed to be in hiding! What the fuck happened!" Clay yelled, slamming his pool cue down and walking over to Jax, he grabbed his son's shoulder. "I'm on my way Doc." He said before hanging up.
"What's going on, what did Tara want?" Jax asked as the rest of the club silenced and moved in, worried.
"Seems your mom decided to come back to town. Something about a stroke, we need to get to St. Thomas." He let go of Jax's shoulder as they all took off for their bikes. Clay didn't care what the speed limit was, he needed to find out what the fuck was going on.
Oooooooooooo
"Where is she?" Clay boomed, walking up to Tara.
"She's in room 115, cops just got done questioning her. I haven't been able to talk to her yet so I don't know the full story but the EMT's said the bartender at the Hairy Dog called them." She replied, walking them down the hall past 2 ATF agents who were leaving. Opening the door, Gemma was sitting upright in her bed, monitors beeping around her. Rushing to her side, Clay grabbed both of her hands and kissed them as Jax walked up on the other side of her.
"We need to talk." She said curtly, eyeing Clay then Jax. Tara had started to leave when Gemma called to her too. "You're in this too Doc." Waiting for them all to settle she turned to Clay. "When were you going to tell me my grandson had been kidnapped and that Half-Sack was dead?"
"We were going to tell you, I swear. But with you being on the run and your dad not-" She cut him off.
"Don't bring my dad into this!" She yelled, making the monitors start to go off as she clutched her chest.
"Calm down mom." Jax quickly said, rubbing her arm. "Tell us what happened. How did you find out?"
"Irish bastard. Got a call on my way back to my dad's after I dropped him off at the nursing home. Jimmy O'Fallen. Told me something bad had happened to Abel and that I needed to come meet him. When I got there I saw Alessia with him, looked like he had dosed her, started passing out. While his buddies loaded her into an SUV he handed me a phone. It was Maureen Ashby." She stopped, giving Clay a knowing look before continuing. "Told me my grandson was in Belfast. Last thing I saw before I hit the ground was the SUV pulling away." She finished, watching the looks of horror on their faces.
Clay looked at Jax and then to Tara. "Stay with her." He said before looking back at Jax. "Call the guys into Church, now. I'll call Oswalt." Clay finished, leaning down to kiss Gemma on the forehead. "I'll be back soon baby. Don't do anything stupid."
Walking out of the room he watched as Jax started calling all of the club members, letting them know they had an emergency and that they needed to get to the clubhouse as soon as possible. Pulling out his own phone he hunted through his contacts until he found the one he needed.
"Oswalt, its Clay. I need to cash in that favor."
Ooooooooooooo
Happy waited for Clay to take his seat before looking up. He wanted this damn meeting to hurry up so he could go track down Alessia. It was well past 3 and she hadn't come back yet. Her phone was turned off and that worried Happy. Imagining Jimmy kissing her soft pink lips, he clenched his fist.
"How's Gemma brother?" Chibs asked Clay.
"That's one of the reasons I called you all here. She's at St. Thomas. Had a stroke this morning." He paused, listening to the murmur around the table. "Got a call this morning telling her something bad had happened to Abel and she needed to come meet up. When she got to the Hairy Dog Jimmy O'Fallen was waiting for her." His eyes locked with Happy. "Had Alessia with him." Happy sucked in his breath. "Drugged her. By the time Gemma got over to her she was passing out. While they loaded her up Jimmy gave Gemma a phone. Maureen Ashby. Told her Abel was in Belfast. Last thing Gem remembers is the SUV taking off."
Happy slammed his fists into the table and stood up. All the men got up, standing and yelling in anger, calling for blood. Clay raised his hand, motioning for them to shut up and sit down. Happy couldn't sit, he couldn't move. All he could do was think about what that fucker was doing to Alessia.
"I called in a favor to Oswalt. Pack your shit boys, we're going to Belfast." Clay said, watching the looks of approval and nods. Looking over at Happy, his eyes softened. "We'll get her back."
"We'll get them both back." Jax added.
Ooooooooooooo
Alessia tried to open her eyes. Her head was pounding and she felt like she going to throw up. Trying to focus her eyes she knew she was sitting up somewhere. She could feel the thick leather cushions around her. Finally taking in where she was she turned her head to the window and watched the clouds roll past. She suddenly sat up straight, internalizing what she saw. I'm in a fucking airplane.
"Nice to see you awake lass." She heard Jimmy say from behind her. Turing her head around to face him, he smirked as she realized she was handcuffed to the seat. "Just a safety precaution."
"For what? Not like I can get away while we're up in the air jackass." She spat at him bitterly. "Where the fuck are we going?"
"Belfast, love. You said you wanted to travel." He winked, causing her stomach to heave as she emptied her stomach contents onto the floor.
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