CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

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Al swallows and glances around the room, his eyes darting over Juice in the corner laughing loudly at something Kip's said "Don't you mean have already killed for her?"

Donna shrugs a shoulder as she leans back, picking up her glass "Have they?"

Al shrugs, knowing the truth and being able to talk about it are two different things for her. She's in for a few eye opening experiences if she goes the full disclosure route with Juice; unfortunately I know my friend and nothing else will work with her. She's too smart, too observant, to let shit slide.

Donna looks over at me and cocks an eyebrow, I can read in her expression that she's wondering how Al would feel getting full knowledge of everything that the Club is involved in. I shrug one shoulder, I truly don't know and there is no way of guessing.

Chibs drops down in the chair beside me, flinging an arm around my shoulder, the bottle of scotch now hanging from his hand, half of it gone already. "Don't need any more help or protection do ya?"

I twist my head and look at him "What from?"

He laughs "Anything. There's another scotch I wanna try."

Jax drags Chibs arm off my neck and pulls me out of my seat, sitting down and tugging me into his lap "No. No more over-priced booze."

I grin and lean back into his chest, putting my mouth right by his ear "Are you sure about that?"

Jax nods and turns so he can drop a kiss on my lips "Most definitely."

I giggle and nod "Okay."

Jax and Chibs sit with us for a few minutes, but Opie's reappearance with Vince in town bragging about pool capabilities has them up and away from the table with hurried goodbyes and me being plonked back onto my own seat.

I roll my eyes and pour another drink allowing myself to fall back into normal conversation with Donna and Al. About an hour after Jax went to join the pool table group Al groans as the door opens and closes rapidly. I start to turn in my seat but she shakes her head "The second string pussy parade just arrived."

I giggle and look over my shoulder, sure enough just inside the door is Ima and Emily with a number of the other usual faces, Ima catches my eye and glares at me, Lyla brushes past her with a tray of full beer bottles, a rag hanging from one side of her shorts and a bottle opener poking out of her pocket. Stopping by the pool table she waits while the guys standing around it grab bottles off the tray then pulls the opener from her pocket, opening each one and collecting empties before heading back to the bar and Miles who is carefully pouring shots and pulling beers in her absence.

She's only a few steps from the bar when I see the horrible smile flicker across Ima's face and her foot sliding forwards, Lyla can't see where her feet are landing as she walks, the tray of empty bottles blocking her sight, but the sound of her tripping over the outstretched foot and the shattering of almost a dozen empty glass bottles brings the whole room to dead silence.

Miles moves to step towards her and help but before he can get under the bar divider Clay and Jax are both at her side helping her to her feet and guiding her away from the glass, Clay shooting an order over his shoulder at Ima to clean the glass gives me a wicked feeling of vindication.

Jax pulls a chair out and sits her at the table beside us "Just sit there a second, I'll get Chibs. You've got some glass in ya hands."

Lyla glances down, several splinters of glass poking out of her hands and a couple of drops of blood forming in shallow slices. I shuffle my chair closer to her and hand her my drink "Here, have some of this."

Lyla grabs my glass with the less damaged of her own, taking several deep mouthfuls and coughing slightly "Fuck. Is that petrol?"

I laugh "No. It's vodka of course. What happened?" I want to give her the opportunity of dropping Ima in it, or seeing if she chooses to ignore it for now and deal with it later.

She shrugs "I guess my foot slipped in a puddle."

I raise an eyebrow and Lyla realises that I know exactly what happened when I mutter "Yeah, a puddle of used pussy."

Jax returns with Chibs in tow again, the Scottish man crouches beside the table and turns Lyla's hands over carefully looking at the damage before getting to his feet "Just needs the glass pulled out and cleaned. Got some tweezers?"

I nod "In Jax's room, I'll do it Chibs. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Al and Donna follow me down the hall and into Jax's room where I go straight to the bathroom and collect the tweezers and a long spool of toilet paper to collect the shards.

It doesn't take long to get Lyla's palms glass free and cleaned, she gets to her feet when we're done and heads to the door but I hold up my hand "Just wait a second."

She turns back to me and frowns "Why, what did I do?"

I shake my head "You didn't do anything, well kinda. Why didn't you tell me what happened out there?"

She shrugs "It wasn't going to make a difference. Ima hates me cause of what I managed to find with Miles and the fact that she wants Jax so desperately it's like a stench that clings to the air around her."

I giggle at the image "That's true. So the prospect?"

Lyla blushes a pale pink and nods "He's been spending almost every night with me, when he's not busy with Club stuff."

I grin widely "I'm glad. He seems a lot more relaxed tonight."

The pink on Lyla's cheeks goes as dark as the smears of blood left behind and she clamps her mouth shut causing Al and Donna to laugh from their positions behind me on the bed.

"Sorry Ly. Sit back down, I'm going to raid Jax's stash and I'd like it if you joined us."

Lyla crosses the room slowly and sits on the edge of the bed; I jump to my feet and walk around, dropping to my knees on Jax's side of the bed and open one of the draws "Hello." I murmur, pulling out one of Jax's pre-rolled joints that seem to have finally been put all the one place instead of dropped on various surfaces around the room.

I retake my seat on the end of the bed and flick the lighter I pilfered out of the pocket of Jax's kutte when I was sitting on his lap earlier. "You know, I'm surprised he hasn't noticed this missing yet."

Donna giggles and rolls her eyes "S you were wiggling on his lap, he wouldn't have noticed if the building burnt down."

"Oh, no I think I would have noticed that, and I definitely noticed a hand groping in my pocket." Jax's voice from the doorway is amused but the sudden interruption has Lyla screeching in surprise and almost falling backwards off the bed. My hand shoots out and grabs her arm as she starts tilting dangerously close to the edge.

I look over at Jax standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame "So I have four women in my bed and I'm not there? How the fuck did that happen?"

I pass both the joint and the lighter to Al and hop to my feet and cross the room, running my hand over his arm I lace my fingers through his and pull him towards the bed, putting him where I was sitting I climb over Donna's legs and drop between her and Al against the headboard. "There, now you're on your bed with four gorgeous women, unfortunately for you three of them are taken by your brothers."

Al takes a deep inhale and passes it to Donna "What time am I getting you under me on Monday Jax?"

Lyla's eyes widen comically and Donna laughs before she can even get the joint to her mouth, almost dropping it on the bed in the fits shaking her shoulders. I roll my eyes at Al and quietly explain to Lyla "Jax is getting some ink on Monday but I asked if Al could do it. And Alice, you get him the same time as Happy gets me."

Jax growls low in his throat and pulls the joint from Donna's limp fingers, giving up on her gaining enough control to have any. "Don't remind me."

I shrug and wait while Jax takes a drag before pulling the joint from his fingers, inhaling and passing it on to Lyla before shaking my head "Well, we can always cancel."

Jax shakes his head vehemently "No fucken way that's happening. Al, about 10am."

Al nods and the conversation is allowed to drift onto other things, the joint is finished and we all get back to our feet to head back down the hall. Lyla wraps an arm around my shoulders just before we go through the doors "Thanks Sarah."

I grin and shrug "No worries. And you can call me S if you like, most of my friends do."

The smile that spreads across her face is enough to light up the room and she nods "I'd like that."