CHAPTER NINETY-SIX

Doing research for this chapter and I realised that where Stockton is would only be about 20 minute from the outskirts of Charming. Have edited times in this chapter but will leave the previous ones. Sorry for the delay, TWCS has been down to move for a couple of days and I didn't think it fair to update one website and not the other.

I'm not sure if it's the name that triggers something in my memory or the sudden realisation I can see the driver's door of the car which is still hanging open, printed with 'Impec' and 'Smc', the words cut off where the door finishes.

Still fishing around in my bag for my phone I glance over at her "Nice to meet you Polly. I'm Sarah."

Sighing I drop my bag onto the passenger's seat and turn around to try and find my back, keeping her in my sights. Her sudden movement and something appearing in her hand is the split second warning that she is Zobelle's daughter, like I thought. Dropping down as she swings whatever it is in her hand towards my head a single word stutters out through my lips "Schützen."

Doj's ears flatten to his head and he's out of the car, snarling at her in almost the same breath that I used to speak.

She steps backwards hurriedly as Doj stands right in front of me, his entire body ridged as he growls lowly every time she moves.

She frowns "You're not as dumb as daddy said you were. For an inbred hillbilly fuck. When did you work it out?"

I snicker as I finally find my phone, pushing a single button and dropping it back "As soon as I saw the car Polly. Your father wanted my store so badly that he became a pain in my ass; I did my homework really well. Tell me, how did daddy react to you having that black boyfriend six months ago. I read that he hasn't been seen since? And how the fuck did you manage to orchestrate two flat tyres 25 miles outside of Charming?"

Polly's eyes widen, the short club she had in her hand falling to her side as Doj continues to growl. "You didn't make it hard. You flitted around Stockton all day not knowing I was following you. It was easy enough to get some Z nails dropped on the road back to your hovel." She snickers as the sounds of engines reach our ears "I was trying to make this easier for you." She says in a voice that sounds like she's waiting for me to agree to her hitting me with the club. "Weston won't be so nice."

She glances over her shoulder as two cars roll to a stop behind hers. Waving towards them she saunters around to the driver's door and sets a foot inside "You might need to put her dog down, shame too. He's a good guard dog. Try German. That's what she used to get him to go rabid on me."

The four of them stop by the car and talk for a few minutes while Polly gestures towards the car. Slamming the door she drives away, calling out her window "I've got dibs on the truck." As the four men walk towards me, each of them bearing more arran ink then I've seen in my entire life my blood turns to ice in my veins, praying that Jax, or someone is close enough to save me. The one at the front looks at me and then at Doj who is still snarling, his attention moving between the men as they walk.

"German huh. Hmm. Let me try a few things." Weston steps forwards half a step and clears his throat "aufhören." Doj growls again, his teeth showing from gum to gum. Weston doesn't seem disturbed "sitzen." The growling continues and Weston frowns, thinking for a second "Sich hinlegen." Still no reply and he sighs "Sich umdrehen. Sehr."

As he steps backwards with still no reaction from Doj he reaches into the back of his pants and pulls out a pistol "Okay, you've got two choices Mrs Teller." He slides his finger up the side of the grip and knocks the safety off "You call him off or I put a bullet between his eyes."

The following seconds pass incredibly slowly. Reaching one hand out I settle it on Doj's spine and open my mouth, preparing to tell him to calm down when a sudden chirp of a siren attracts everyone's attention.

Weston swears and moves his hands behind him, coming up with empty palms as David steps out of his car.

"We alright here?" He asks, his eyes flicking between the four guys and me still sitting on the running board, Doj still in guard mode.

Weston attempts a smile "Sure we are. Saw the lady having some car troubles and we stopped to help. She sat down, might have been the heat, and that animal went nuts. I'm a little concerned about its health."

David nods, reaching to his shoulder and radioing in his location and to contact TM for a tow truck before he walks around the front of the car. "Thanks for your assistance but I'm sure that the lady will be fine. We'll have a tow truck here shortly for her."

David steps towards me, holding up both his hands when Doj's eyes turn to him, the hairs on his back still straight up and down, another warning growl coming from deep in his chest.

Weston shrugs "Like I said, think there's something wrong with the dog. Don't even know if it belongs to her. Maybe it's rabid."

David lifts his eyebrows at me and turns around to assess the guys behind him, realising on some level which animal is the bigger threat.

The rumbling sound of Harleys coming down the road at full speed makes me smile and relax into the side of the car, Doj's still on full alert, his ears twitching at the sound that I'm sure he can distinguish into individual bikes as they slow at the front of the car.

David's attention stays on the group of Zobelle's employees, enforcers, whatever branding he gives them.

Jax walks towards me, ignoring Doj as he pulls me into his arms, running his hands over my arms "You okay?"

I nod, glancing over his shoulder at the guys "They didn't do anything."

Jax growls, mimicking Doj who has twitched his head towards Tig and snarled again as he got too close.

One of the guys at the back of the group grumbles something that makes Weston pale and Jax's entire frame stiffen.

"What the fuck was that?"

Leaning down to Doj's ear I quietly whisper "Relajarse." Into his ear, his entire frame instantly relaxing as he leans into my legs.

Watching as Tig and Happy stalk towards the guys, the sound of guns being drawn makes Doj press closer to my side, his eyes still darting around. Rubbing between his eyes I repeatedly whisper "It's okay" into his ears.

Jax stalks towards the guy that had spoken, his gun hanging loosely in his hand, but his entire frame tense "Did you lose half your brain function as a child?"

The guy he's talking to scratches his forehead and blinks, his face almost completely blank, Weston hisses at him to shut up but he obviously misses it as Jax gets into his face "Repeat what you said, so that the Deputy Sherriff can hear."

Blinking vacant eyes again he glances around "I asked how we're meant to send a message if we couldn't take the bitch."

Weston groans and leans forward, the movement pulling his shirt up enough so that David sees the butt of the gun sticking out the top of his pants. In an instant he shifts from semi-relaxed to overly alert Deputy. Pulling his gun and aiming it at Weston "Show me your hands."

Weston lifts his hands to the top of his head, glaring at the racially backwards man who's dropped them in piles of shit they don't yet comprehend as he's ordered to his knees. Jax looks almost confused as he 'covers' for David as he disarms and handcuffs Weston then hauls him to his feet, and stuffs him in the back of his cruiser.

Returning to the strange looking group he repeats the process with two of the three guys, finding two more guns and a knife, using cable ties on their wrists he leaves them leaning up against the front of the cruiser, calling to base for more cars as he walks back to Jax.

Running his hand over his hair he stands quietly for a few seconds "So, help me here? You were sent here to abduct this lady?" He nods "What were you going to do with her when you had her?"

A flicker of awareness appears in his eyes, but it vanishes in the same second "We were just meant to take her to show the Sons that their families weren't safe. We were told either her or the old bitch were targets."

David looks over his shoulder at me as I get to my feet and slide my arms around Jax's waist "What were they going to do to me? I whisper into his back.

Jax starts to open his mouth but more cruisers appear and David shakes his head "I'm going to do something hard for me here, I'm overlooking the speed limits you broke, and the weapons I don't believe are legal. Go, get out of here. I'll deal with this."

The tow truck arrives and I watch as Juice and Kip turn it around and back it up to the front of my truck before jumping down. "Can't go a day without something?"

I shrug and grab my jacket from the back of the Nitro, smiling at David who's now talking with Unser and another officer. "Gotta keep things interesting. Take Doj in the truck with you please. He'll over heat in the car."

Jax hands me his helmet and I frown "Yours is still behind the bar, didn't have time to grab it."

Juice reaches into the truck and pulls my helmet from the cab with a chuckle "I got it Jax."

As I'm doing the strap under my chin up Jax grabs my hand "Why were they muttering about speaking German?"

I giggle and lean into his side "Doj knows a lot of commands. Most of them in English as you know. There are four he knows not in English, when I need him as my first line of defence. And by the way Jackson Teller I want a gun. I've got no protection; if Doj wasn't here you wouldn't have known shit about this."

Jax sighs and kisses my lips softly before picking up his helmet "You prove you can shoot, I'll get you whatever you want."

I smile as we climb onto the bike and slide my hands under his kutte, tracing the lines of his abs "You tell me when and where we're going baby and I'll show you."

Jax chuckles, removing my hand from his skin as the rest of the Sons return to their bikes, before anyone can start them I giggle, making Jax twist and look at me.

"We have to go to the house, and all of you can help."

"Why?" Jax sounds puzzled and concerned.

"Cause I'm not putting away everything I brought by myself. You all get to help."

Tig groans as Happy leans forward so he can see my face "Cupcakes?"

I shake my head "I'll make some tomorrow." I'm pretty sure I'll need something to keep my mind off what could have happened.

AN:

Words used (and forgive me if any of them are wrong I used Google.)

Schützen – Protect in German (said by S to Doj).

Aufhören – Stop.

Sitzen – Sit.

Sich Hinlegen – Lay Down.

Sich Umdrehen – Roll over.

Sehr – Heel. (All said by Weston to Doj, all German).

Relajarse – Relax in Spanish (Said by S to Doj).

Doj is a multi-lingual puppy.