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Chapter 555 Hello Brunette Slut
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Gemma wanted to know what the hell was going on with Jax, but their relationship wasn't at a place where she could ask him, so she tried to find out from Clay if Jax had dumped the blonde whore. Clay claimed that Jax hadn't said anything to him. After giving it some thought, she believed Clay. Jax didn't confide in him much so it was possible Clay was being truthful.
Friday she made a big batch of her cherry lemonade. It was just a matter of time before Juice came in and helped himself to his much loved favorite non-alcoholic beverage. It wasn't like she was prying government secrets out of him. She just wanted to know what was going on in Jax's life and until they healed the breach the blonde whore had caused, she needed to be careful.
It was a warm day, so Juice was glad for a break where he could sit in the cool office and enjoy cherry lemonade during the dead part of the afternoon just before the late afternoon rush.
"How are things going at work?" Gemma asked.
"OK," Juice said pouring ice and cherry lemonade into this water bottle before sitting down on the battered office sofa.
"What's going on with you, honey?" Gemma asked.
"What do you want to know about Jax?" Juice demanded.
She thought by asking about him first, she could sneak up and ask about Jax. So much for subtlety. She was definitely going to have to up her game.
After the blow up with Jax in the clubhouse, the guys had been keeping their distance from her. She'd always taken pride in her closeness with the guys and the certain amount of fear they had of her. Since Jax had reamed her out, that had all changed. It had taken her years to get that respect and fear and the blonde whore had taken that all away from her too.
"I am just concerned about him and how he and that blonde girl he's seeing are doing. He doesn't seem like himself with her."
"You mean Jax's old lady Scarlett?" Juice asked.
"Yes," Gemma bit out the word. It was as though he'd put a knife in her heart.
"I've never seen Jax happier," Juice said twisting the knife he'd put in her heart. "You're going to need to ask Jax if you want any more info," Juice said getting to his feet. He topped off his water bottle with some more cherry lemonade. "I'm not a rat," he said as he walked out the door and went back to work.
Gemma stared at the door frowning. That kind of disrespect was new and from the most recent patch. Not acceptable. That was not acceptable at all. Damn that blonde bitch.
That night it was make your own sandwich night. Clay hated when she dared to require him to put some lunch meat between two slices of bread and eat it. Seemed to think it was beneath him.
She'd started make your own sandwich night back when she was married to JT. The night JT was hit by the semi had been a make your own sandwich night. Jax had just dropped a half full jar of strawberry jam on the floor when Unser knocked at the door to tell her about JT. There was something about the right jam on the floor and picturing JT's blood on the highway that struck her as an eerie parallel.
To drive out that memory, she decided to go ahead and make Clay a sandwich. At least she wouldn't have to hear him bitching about having to do it himself. She made it fancy adding lettuce, tomatoes, American cheese and pickles to the turkey.
After they ate, Clay returned to the clubhouse for church. Gemma told him she was going to return to TM and work on the receivables. She would make an appearance at the clubhouse just to let the crow-eaters know whose ass they needed to kiss.
Just as she unlocked the office and went inside, she saw Jax with a tall brunette. She left the lights off so she could spy on them without being seen. Jax was all over her just like Luann had said. Jax and the woman walked into the clubhouse together. The blonde whore usually arrived a few minutes after church started.
Gemma was overcome with such a surge of joy, she began to sing and dance around the office. The Beatles were her all time favorite group. One of her favorite songs was "Hey Jude". She began to sing to the tune of "Hey Jude" and swaying, moving around the room:
Hey Scarlett. It's gonna be bad
Take your sad life and it's getting worse
Remember the minute you let him between your legs
Then you'll begin to face heartbreak
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Hey Scarlett. It's gonna be bad
Jax was made to go out and hurt you
Remember the minute you let him between your legs
Then you began to face heartbreak
Na na na na na na na
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Hey Scarlett don't let me down
He's broken your heart now suffer
Remember I'm laughing at you
Now I feel so much
Better better better
Na na na na na na
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Gemma finished her song and sat down at her desk with a smile on her face. She got out all the receivables and prepared them for her review before getting up, locking the door and walking to the clubhouse. With luck, the blonde whore would be there by now and there would be one hell of a confrontation between the two women.
Gemma walked into the clubhouse and saw Donna waiting at the bar to get drinks. She didn't like Donna. Never had. She thought she was better than the crow-eaters. She would bring food when asked but she never really mixed in with the girls and didn't really understand that she wasn't equal to her in the pecking order in the clubhouse. She was stuck up and aloof. It was no wonder she'd gotten friendly with the blonde whore.
"Hello Gemma," a woman said.
The voice was familiar but it took a second to place it as Scarlett's. The blonde whore wasn't there. Slowly, the horror of the situation dawned on Gemma. The blonde whore had changed her hair color. She was a brunette now. She wasn't rid of her. Son of a bitch! WTF!
"Hello Scarlett," Gemma said in that bright perky voice she used with TM customers she wanted to strangle. Gemma locked eyes with her and she knew that Jax and Scarlett had been playing her. Maybe it didn't start as deliberate, but Jax damned well knew that Luann would tell her and she would assume he and Scarlett had split up. He could have told her that Scarlett had changed her hair color. Instead, he'd deliberately let her think he was seeing a brunette. This wasn't all the blonde whore/brunette slut's doing. Jax was never like this until he met her.
"What happened to your hair?" Gemma asked pretending to be concerned.
"Chemical accident," Scarlett said flippantly.
"It's so nice to see you again," Gemma said. She'd rather chew glass than talk to Scarlett. Donna came over with two beer mugs and sat down at the table with Scarlett.
"Hello Gemma," Donna said without much enthusiasm.
"Donna. I've got to get back to TM. I'm putting in a little overtime tonight." Gemma forced her lips to stretch into a smile before she left the clubhouse.
When she unlocked the door and went inside the office, the tune from "Hey Jude" came back to her only this time the lyrics were darker and more painful.
Hey Gemma, you should be afraid
The blonde whore is now brunette
The minute you let her get to you
Then you begin to let her
Win win win
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Hey Gemma
They are laughing they're asses off and you got hurt
The minute you let her get to you
You let her
Win win win
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And now they are
Laughing their asses off
Na na na na na na
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This time there was no artistic and graceful swaying around the TM office to go with the lyrics and the only singing was done inside her head mocking her for being tricked.
Gemma vowed to break up Jax and Scarlett. She was going to regain control of her son. She was his mother.
She'd have to come up with some clever plan to destroy their bond. Yes, Jax would suffer heartbreak but he would be a better man for it. That bitch Scarlett was not going to win!
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Author's Note:
While I haven't written much this year, I have been plotting how the story will continue to unfold and come up with a couple of killer plot twists. There will have a lot more club drama beginning in the next chapter which will have the strangest ever church. And Scarlett and Jax will find their relationship under threat from her secrets and outside forces. Scarlett and Jax will both face danger.
I picked the Beatles because Katey Sagal was a huge fan and she used to be a back-up singer as well as a singer, so I thought it would be fun for her to make up song lyrics and sing a demented song. I didn't polish the lyrics because I wanted them to sound like she made them up off the top of her head.
For the readers who are wonderful and smart and also read Taming Ava, you may remember make your own sandwich night and how that worked out. Could the same set of circumstances and outcomes be happening here or is it just a coincidence?
In addition to club drama, there will be lots of family drama too.