CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Website where all photos of all outfits mentioned is on my profile. So I accidentally deleted the entire story from TWCS, thankfully I had everything posted on the pen drive I keep at work so it's all reposted now, but as an apology here's another chapter. And I'm irritated that I lost all the reviews

Jax gets catcalled from the second he walks through the door with the four of us in tow, Juice shakes his head and Miles' eyes cloud over with disappointment but Opie's voice and giant laugh breaks the tension in the prospect "What the fuck did you do with them?"

Jax laughs and throws and arm around my neck and Donna's "Sorry, I don't kiss and tell."

Al saunters past us and straight into Juice's arms "You didn't kiss anyone so you don't have anything to tell. You only watched."

The Son's present all laugh at Jax's blinking gaze that fixes on Al's face before she erupts into laughter and shakes her head "In his dreams."

The noise level returns to normal and I watch carefully when Lyla walks past Ima to slide behind the bar but even with the scowl that Ima is aiming towards Lyla nothing happens so I relax and turn back to my drink. Gemma raises her eyebrow from across the room and I shrug in return, picking up my glass and crossing the room to join her by the wall of mug shots, setting my glass beside her's on the table.

"Seems you're already trying to fill my boots." Gem says smiling slightly.

I shake my head "God no! There could only ever be one of you, but I'm just trying to make sure that certain skanks don't forget their place and try and scare away the ones around here that I actually like."

Gemma laughs "I heard that 'thank god' that you didn't say."

I grin and lean into her side, sliding my arm around her waist "I love you Aunt Gem. But you are right; the world would explode if there was more than one of you."

The SAMCRO queen nods and flicks her eyes towards where Jax is standing at the bar "Seems someone's still a bit worried about you disappearing."

I shrug, suddenly feeling very sombre "I know. But the only thing that's going to convince him, and everyone else that's still feeling a bit unsettled, that I am staying is to prove it." My soft squeeze of Gemma's hip lets her know I'm fully aware that she's worried I'll leave again. "Besides, once I get this bird on me it's not like I could go anywhere could I?"

Gemma chuckles and shakes her head "Well, if you did they'd almost have an exact GPS location to bring you back to like a lost puppy."

I poke my tongue out at her and go to step backwards, knocking the edge of the table where our drinks were sitting, watching as the glasses on it seem to fall in slow motion, the liquid in it splattering over both of my boots, a few drops landing on Gemma's pants legs. "Fuck, my boots!" I exclaim and step out of the puddle on the floor glancing over at Jax and shaking my head.

Jax crosses the room and stops just outside the liquid "I'll get someone cleaning it." He turns and goes back to the bar, stopping Miles in mid movement and gesturing towards where I'm standing. Miles shoots a glance over at me, nods at Jax and hurries round the bar to my side with a roll of paper towels in his hand.

"I got it." Miles nods down the hall and starts ripping towels off the roll, dropping them onto the mess on the floor around my feet.

"Sorry Miles." While my glass had about two inches in the bottom of it Gemma's had been full of something dark, most of the liquid has landed on my boots, the purple suede a different colour where they've gotten wet.

I step out of the mess I've made and grab a couple of the paper towels off the roll heading to Jax's dorm room with them. Ima's laugh follows me as I step through into the hall and I turn to glare at her, but give up in mid-turn.

Dropping onto the bed I unzip the boots and drop them on the floor frowning at the splotches already discolouring the front of them. Gemma clears her throat from the door "You might be able to clean them."

I shake my head "Nah, it's not worth the effort, they're suede. I'll get another pair from somewhere."

Gemma winces at the fact I'm right, the splotchy wet marks on the boots aren't going to be easy to clean and it's not worth the possible hours it would take. "You can't come back out barefoot you know, the floors sticky now."

I laugh "I know, but I have another pair of shoes here, I brought two options to wear tonight, that was the first pick."

Gemma smiles and waves her hand towards Jax's open wardrobe "Just put some stuff in there, he won't notice."

I giggle and get back to my feet, going to the bag I'd brought and pulling the other shoes out "I think he'd notice heels suddenly appearing in his closet."

Gemma shrugs "Maybe, but wouldn't it give him an idea you're not going anywhere. You know Donna has a set of draws in Ope's room, we can bring another one in here for you if you want."

I shrug "I'll think about it." Shoving my feet into the black stilettos with the chains across the heels I hop towards the door "Right, back out there before they start thinking I've run away."

Gemma laughs as I lock the door "The buzzards started circling before you were out of the room baby."

I roll my eyes "I'm not surprised."

Our entry back into the main room is unnoticed, Jax is sitting at my previously abandoned seat with a new glass in front of him that's currently empty and two bottles of beer beside it, Emily and Ima sitting on either side of him don't notice my destination back to the table but Donna does and smiles at them wickedly.

I stop just behind the three of them, Jax thanking them for the beers and trying to guide them towards other Sons is funny but the humour in the situation completely vanishes when Ima leans into his side and runs a finger down his neck, her hand stopping over the area of forearm where my image is going to be inked onto his skin "When you are ready for someone else you know where I'll be. And I don't care if she's your Old Lady, I'll make space in my bed for you, or take hers."

My vision blanks out for a second but when it comes back it's swirling with red, before I can even think about it my hand reaches out and grabs a handful of her hair, slamming her face first into the table her screech of surprise morphs into one of pain when the edge of the table catches her right in the nose. Using the leverage I have of her hair I yank her backwards and then shove her head forwards into the table again. The satisfying crunch I hear lets me know that I've just succeeded in breaking her nose and the scream that comes out of her mouth makes me smile.

Pulling her to her feet I start shoving her towards the door, my fingers still tangled in her hair "I'm going to say this once and you're going to listen. Jax is MINE. He has always been MINE. He will never be yours." Each sentence is finished with a yank of her head, her hands cupped under her nose in an attempt to stop the blood flowing. "And if I catch you near him without his specific request for you again there will not be enough of you left to fill one of those pathetic looking rubber bands you call dresses."

Shoving her one last time she stumbles and lands on one of the picnic benches outside the door. Brushing my hands off I glance up and spot Chibs. "Chibs, you may need to patch her up. Pretty sure I broke her nose. Maybe it'll kill her desire to get into bed with My Old Man!" I snap the last words at her, spin on my heel and stomp back into the clubhouse, ignoring all the catcalls and the applause I walk straight over to Jax and drop onto his lap, welding my mouth to his I feel the anger and desire to commit more bodily harm evaporate as his tongue slides into my mouth.

Several minutes later Jax draws back and looks at me "You alright Darlin'?"

I nod "Sorry about that."

Jax grins widely "Don't apologise, that was fucken hot."

Sure enough the words bring my attention to the fact that under my leg Jax is obviously hard. I wiggle on his knee a little and giggle at the strangled groan that barely makes it through his lips. He quirks an eyebrow at me "Do that again and I don't care where we are you will end up screaming my name."

I relax against him, his arms slide around my waist and hold me in place for a second before he mutters "Fuck this. Get up."

I frown but get to my feet; Jax is on his feet almost as I'm still gaining my balance. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the hall flipping the bird over his shoulder at the reignited cat calls.