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Mayans MC x SOA

Summary: After your threesome with Angel in Oakland, Jax has a special birthday surprise for you.

Warnings: NSFW 18+; oral/anal/vagina sex; feet; public orgasm; sex toys; Jax x Angel x Reader; 3.2k words

Author’s note: Yea. Imma need a lot of comments on this one folks 👀

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“SURPRISE!”

You drop your purse, bringing your hands up to cover your face in shock. When Jax had told you about the meet up at the clubhouse on the night of your birthday and asked you to come instead of taking you out, you were pissed. Getting ready at home that night, you slipped into your tightest black dress that hit just below you ass and hugged your curves like a second skin. Curling your hair to fall around your shoulders, you finished your look with a red lip and your highest heels. You didn’t need Jax Teller because everyone else in the clubhouse wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off you.

Standing in front of everyone now, you felt a little foolish as they came up to give you hugs. Last in line was your boyfriend, Jax.

“Hey, darlin’, you look nice,” he murmurs into your ear as his hands slide down over your backside, pulling you against him.

“Jax, did you plan all this?”

“I had a little help, but this is just the first part,” he says with that signature grin on his face.

You pull back squinting at him in suspicion. “What else do you have up that sleeve of your’s, Teller?”

“How about you go back and check out my dorm.” He kisses your hand then spins you towards the back of the clubhouse before giving you a little push. You stumble slightly but glance over your shoulder to make sure that he’s watching you walk as you swing your hips. You giggle to yourself when Tig and Chibs start to wolf whistle until you disappear down the hallway. Unsure what is waiting behind the door, you open it slowly, glancing around for any movement. Instead, sitting in the middle of the bed is a black gift bag with a card that says OPEN. You ignore the card, the anticipation of opening the bag getting the better of you. When you see what is inside the bag, you go back to the card, ripping the envelope to pieces trying to get to the card.

Hey darlin, I want you to use your present immediately- take your time and come out when you are ready, the remote is in good hands. Love you, Jax

Dropping the card to the bed, you can feel your temperature rise as you reach back for the bag. You pull out perhaps the most unintimidating item in the bag, a very small pump bottle of lube. Breaking the seal on it, you set the plastic aside before setting the bottle on the bed. You take a deep breath, reaching back in the bag to pull out the silver butt plug. How Jax managed to find a butt plug with a base jewel the exact shade of Sam Crow blue, you’ll never know. Gently placing it next to the lube, you reach back in to pull out the last item. An opened box, half of the contents already missing. More gently than you treated the envelope, you slip the plastic packaging out of the box, sitting on the edge of the bed, dropping the cardboard to the side with the plastic from the lube.

You stare at the unassuming egg cradled in your hands. Plucking it from the packaging, you are surprised at how smooth it is. You hold it up, eyeing the short antenna. Taking a deep breath, looking over your shoulder you think to yourself, What the hell.

About 15 minutes later, you shut the door behind you, walking down the hall, steps a little shorter than before due to the added weight in your core. Standing on the edge of the crowd, you are thankful for the added height of your heels. Spotting Jax against the far wall, he is talking to his brother. Dressed in his usual kutte, black hoodie, and jeans, he's still devastatingly handsome and you can’t help but clench at the secret inside you. Making your way through the crowd, you try to avoid eye contact with everyone so they don’t stop you. Thankfully, you make your way to Jax in record time, stepping up next to him and slipping your arm around his back.

“Did you like your present, darlin’?”

“It was certainly…thoughtful.”

His hand slips down your back and under the edge of your dress. You glance around but no one is paying attention to you two, thankfully, as you gasp when Jax taps his finger against the jewel nestled between your cheeks. His fingers shift lower, in between your lube slick lips until he meets the tail of the egg which is encased in your wet folds.

“Good girl,” Jax murmurs into your ear.

A shiver rolls down your spine at his words. “What now?” The breathiness of your voice isn’t lost on Jax as you watch the smile break out on his face.

“Enjoy your party.”

Your eyes go wide. You have something buried in both of your holes and Jax has the ability to turn you into a whimpering mess at any time and you aren’t even wearing anything underneath this dress. If you bend wrong, someone could see exactly what you are doing.

Cupping your face with both of his hands, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. As your lips touch, the egg inside of you springs to life. Your hands come up to the sides of his kutte, pulling him against you and placing your back against the wall. Using his body as a barrier against the crowd, you pull away from his mouth briefly to gasp from the sensation in your core before crashing your lips back to his. His hands move from your cheeks to your around that back of your head before you finally feel one of your brain cells fire back to life.

Pulling out of the kiss, you say, “Wait a minute.” Reaching up you grab his hands looking at them both. The egg inside you changes tempo and you let out a moan, tipping your head against the wall before the vibrations shut off completely. Panting slightly, you try to finish your thought. “If your hands are here, who’s got the remote?”

“Hello, querida.”

Your eyes go wide at the smile on Jax’s face before you turn your head to Angel. You can feel the heat from your chest climbing up your cheeks. In your hurry to get to Jax without being stopped, you hadn’t even noticed the tall Mayan in the crowd. Glancing back at Jax, you can’t help the question tumbling from your lips. “Are you for real right now?”

Lifting his hand, Angel spins a little black fob on a key ring around his finger, raising his eyebrow, “Are you not happy to see your other favorite man?”

Your cheeks burn at the memory of your night in Oakland, being filled by both of the men in front of you as you had the most intense orgasms of your life.

“Happy birthday, babydoll,” Jax says, placing a kiss on your cheek, chuckling as you have yet to close your mouth from your initial shock of seeing Angel.

Suddenly, the vibrations start again, and you fall back against the wall, one hand clutching Jax and the other reaching out for Angel.

“Fuck,” you say, shutting your eyes tight as you try to hold off you orgasm.

“Nuh-uh.” You feel fingers on your chin and you slit your eyes open to look at Angel. “Eyes on me, querida.”

With both men standing in front of you, you can’t see the bodies of the crowd, and the music is so loud, it is not like anyone can hear the low words you are exchanging. Essentially you have your own little private VIP area.

If it weren’t for the wall and your grip on their leathers, you would be on the floor. Your legs are shaking trying to hold you up and you squeeze your thighs together at the unrelenting buzzing inside you. The intrusion of the plug only adds to the sensation as you press your ass against the wall behind you.

“I’m gunna, I’m gunna….” And you don’t know what Angel does with the remote, but the vibrations inside you reach a new level and you fly over the edge, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, never taking your eyes off Angel as your knees give out. Thankfully, Jax is quick and catches you before you hit the floor. Sometime during your orgasm, the vibrations stopped.

“Ready to take this somewhere more private, darlin’?”

You nod your head weakly, chest rising and falling with your heavy pants from trying to catch your breath. Taking one step, your leg gives out, not ready to support you in those heels after such an intense experience. Angel reaches out to catch you, easily picking you up and heading towards the back area of the clubhouse like he’s been here a hundred times.

“Looks like the birthday girl can’t handle her liquor,” Jax says, passing his brothers as he follows you and Angel down the hallway.

You raise your eyebrow, knowing damn well you haven’t had a drop to drink tonight. Angel’s chuckle rumbles in his chest and it makes you moan as you wonder what these men have in store for you.

Angel sets you on the end of the bed, gently, before bending down to undo the tiny buckles on your heels. “As sexy as these are, they are only going to get in the way.”

Your eyes are glued to his large fingers easily maneuvering the tiny straps and hooks holding your shoes on your feet. He gets both of them off before sitting back on his heels pulling your foot up as he massages your insole lightly. The touch helps release some of the tension in your spine. The bed dips behind you and Jax slides the spaghetti thin straps of your dress over your shoulders before he start rubbing your neck. Your head tips back against Jax’s chest and you realize at some point he removed his shirts and kutte and is sitting behind you in only his jeans.

Angel brings your foot to his mouth, places a light kiss on each of your toes before running his tongue along the arch of your foot. You don’t know whether to laugh or moan, the sensation in such a sensitive area doing interesting things to your insides. Before you can recover from the left, he mimics the action on the right before sucking your toes into his mouth and you can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth this time as he assaults your toes with his tongue.

“Mark that down as something I didn’t know I was into,” you say, and feel more than hear Jax chuckle behind you.

Angel pulls off your toes with a pop before tossing a judgemental look at Jax over your shoulder. “He ain’t sucked your toes? No wonder you came looking for me last time, querida.”

“I can gladly accommodate from now on, sweetheart,” Jax whispers in your ear, and you clench around the lifeless egg inside you, just now being reminded of its presence.

“Let’s get you out of this thing,” Angel says, running his fingers up your legs until he is under the edges of your dress. Jax guides you to stand and Angel pulls the dress up and over your head when you raise your arms. He bites his bottom lip, eyes glued to your chest and you feel Jax’s hands snake around you to cup them, lightly tweaking your nipples into hardened points.

“I remember these,” Angel says, falling to his knees in front of you, latching his mouth to your left nipple. Your hands automatically bury themselves in his hair, holding him against you, as Jax’s hands continue to roam your body with feather light touches setting your nerves on fire.

When Angel pulls away to shift his attention to your other breast, you take the opportunity to start unbuttoning his shirt and push it and his kutte off his shoulders. He takes them the rest of the way off, tossing them unceremoniously into the corner. Glancing down at him, your eyes go wide. He has been working out since the last time you saw him, gaining muscle definition and your mouth waters as you take him in.

“Lemme see,” Angel says. Your brows furrow in confusion before Jax’s hands on your shoulders turn you around. He walks back slightly on the bed, guiding your shoulders to the mattress so you have your ass displayed to Angel.

“Fuck,” you gasp when he taps the blue jewel like Jax had earlier. His fingers circle the stone before sliding down between your wet folds, chasing the antenna of the vibrating egg inside you. He gives it a small tug but your walls clamp down on it. You aren’t anticipating the smack as it lands on your behind and your lurch forward on the bed, wrapping your arms around Jax’s legs. “What the fuck was that for?”

“Give me back my toy.”

“Your toy? I believe it was my birthday present.”

The egg fires to life inside of you and you are thankful you are laying on the bed this time. Your nails dig into Jax’s denim covered thighs and you glance up to see him smirking down at you as he holds himself up on his knees. “Don’t look at me, darlin’, you brought that on yourself.”

Rolling your eyes, you bury your face into Jax’s thigh and Angel continues his assault. You can feel him tugging it gently from you and as it moves closer to your entrance, the stronger it feels. Idly, you notice you are lightly grinding your hips against the edge of the bed, searching for some much needed friction to push your over the edge. Just as the egg is nestled in your lips, your hips jerk and you accidentally dislodge it completely and the whine of your missed orgasm just makes its way to your lips before Angel gives a sharp slap to your wet lips.

“I wasn’t done playing with that,” Angel grumbles. You can hear him stand up and start to unbuckle his pants.

“Uh oh, darlin’, looks like you’re in for it now.”

You raise up to your arms and look over your shoulder, watching as Angel discards his boots and jeans. Looking back to Jax, you realize you are eye level with the bulge in his jeans. Quickly, you start pawing at his belt buckle, trying to get his dick out before Angel gets his in you.

“Please, Jax, help me,” you whine when you feel Angels hands come to your hips.

“Begging for it already? Have you even touched this girl since I saw her last, Teller?”

“What can I say? She wants filled up.”

Biting your lip, you look at Jax, feeling thankful that not only does he understand how much you need every hole filled with something, but that he doesn’t judge you for it. His cock springs free and you slide your lips over it as Angel slides inside you. He touches the back of your throat as Angel’s hips touch yours and your eyes practically roll back in your head as you clench around Angel’s length and the plug still inside you, adding to your feeling of fullness.

Jax’s hands in your hair help guide you up and down his length as Angel’s push and pull on your hips rocks your forward and back, legs knocking against the bed as your nose buries in blonde curls.

Too soon, you can feel the knot inside you tightening again and spit drips from your lips as you moan around Jax’s cock, sounding more and more desperate with every thrust.

“I got you, querida,” Angel says, bringing his hand around to rub at your nub. His picks up the pace of his hips to match the speed that he circles your clit and your eyes cross. Taking Jax as deep in your throat as you can, you clamp your teeth around the base of his cock as you come on Angel’s length. Vaguely, you hear Jax hiss through his teeth so you relax your jaw, rubbing your tongue over the bite marks in apology.

You feel Angel fingering around the base of the plug and moan loudly as he pulls it out the same time as himself. Dropping against the bed, you put your fist in the air and declare, “Good job, team.”

“Oh, we ain’t done with you yet.”

“Not even close, darlin’.”

Your eyes go big as two sets of hands grab you, turning you so that you are on your back with your head at the foot end of the bed. Jax climbs back onto the bed after fully discarding his pants and has the small bottle of lube you used earlier in his hand. He pumps it into his hand before rubbing it along his length then circles his slick fingers around your loose hole.

“You didn’t think you were going to wear that thing all night and I wasn’t going to fuck you there, did you?”

You swallow thickly before looking upside down at Angel, who had kneeled beside your head.

“Oh, don’t worry, querida, I’m not done yet either,” he says, before capturing your lips in a sideways kiss. His tongue immediately pushes its way into your mouth, not even waiting for a welcome and you feel Jax’s tip at your entrance. Any sounds that escaped your mouth when Jax pushed inside you were swallowed by Angel. When Jax starts a steady rhythm, balls slapping against your cheeks, Angel stands up, feeding his length into your mouth. You tip your head back, letting him thrust down your throat, moaning around him as your taste yourself. You brace your hands on his hips behind your head as his arms come to the bed to support him at the odd angle.

The sounds from the men inside you lets you know they are getting close and you feel Jax slide two fingers into your pussy again, curling them like he’s done a hundred times before to hit that special spot inside you. Somehow, you manage not to clamp your teeth on Angel as Jax’s thumb circles your clit and your whole body starts to shake. Angel pulls himself out of your mouth, pumping his length in his hand as he dips his balls back to your mouth. You greedily suck one, then the other in your mouth, swirling your tongue on them in time to Jax’s thumb, only popping them out when your orgasm hits and you scream out both men’s names.

Jax pulls himself from your gaping ass and you can hear the sounds of both men stroking their length over you just before the hot ropes of cum hit you, both men coming over your chest.

You bring your hand from Angel’s hip, dragging your fingers through the mess before sucking it into your mouth, delighting in watching Angel’s eyes go wide.

“Happy Birthday to me.”

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Part 1 | Part 2

Mayans MC x SOA

Summary: When you see messages to Jax from Ima on your way to Oakland, you decide a little Mayan payback is in order.

WARNINGS: NSFW, Jax x Reader x Angel, 4.5k

Author’s note: this is a REPOST of my own fic because the original is just GONE and BOY am I bitter about it.

“No, Teller, listen to me real good, if I see a fine piece of ass tonight, Imma get it, you hear?” Your on-and-off relationship with Jax Teller was about to be off again. While on your way to Oakland for a celebration with the Mayans, he had opened a text on his phone just as you glanced over and it was a spread eagle picture of that whore, Ima. She never strayed far from Jax, always hovering, ready to pounce whenever anything came up in your relationship and you were done with it.

“Babe, don’t be like that. You know she just keeps sending me those to get under your skin,” Jax says, not understanding how serious you were.

“Like you get under hers every chance you get?”

“Look, darlin’, let’s just go inside, have a drink or two to celebrate this peace with the Mayans and just relax for the evening,” Jax prompts, looking at you with those baby blues in the way he knows makes you weak. He reaches his hands to your hips and pulls you in closer to him, “What do you say?”

“We’ll go in, but I swear, if someone in there tickles my fancy, I’m going to let them,” you say with a finger in his face. Without waiting for a response, you turn and stomp into the Mayans clubhouse, ready for a drink.

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It had been about an hour now and you were three beers and two shots in, finally feeling some of your anger slipping away. Jax had come in not far behind you and when you refused to acknowledge his presence, he said he was going to head over to talk to Alvarez. A couple of guys had approached you at the bar, making comments about you drinking away your sorrows, but after a quick look, none of them really hit the spot for you and you told them to fuck off. After the last one left, you glanced over at Jax, expecting him to either a.) be furious or b.) completely be ignoring you. Instead, you found him in a cloud of smoke with that cocky fucking look on his face.

This smug prick was so arrogant that after seeing you turn down a couple of men who hit on you, he thought that you weren’t going to follow through on your threat of bedding someone else. Joke’s on you, motherfucker.

Turning your back to the bar, you start surveying the crowd. You would admit it to yourself, but never out loud, but Jax was the best looking guy here. A lot of the guys were much older than you and while you enjoyed that rugged look, the life and time hadn’t been kind to a lot of the men hanging out here tonight. You were just about to settle for anyone when the door to the clubhouse opened and your wishes came true.

The man who just walked through the door was hot. Like, super hot. Maybe hotter than Jax, hot. Where as Jax was all light skin, blond hair, and blue eyes, this stranger was a warmth you could feel across the room. He had coal black hair, shaved close on the sides, but long on top, voluminous in a way that begged to have your fingers sunk into it. Matching facial hair only drew attention to his lips and how he ran his tongue along them while looking over the crowd. His shirt was buttoned all the way up, but his sleeves were short and rolled, revealing strong tattooed arms that have spent plenty of time in the sun. His hands look huge, fingers long and adorned in rings. This man was the Mayan version of yours, the only one you have seen all night who could give Jax a run for his money, and with a clench of your core, you realized you have found your target.

Before you can plan your attack, he makes his way across the room and approaches the empty bar right next to you.

“Get me a beer, prospect,” he says. His voice isn’t as deep as you were expecting but it suits him. He’s got just a tinge of an accent that makes you wonder what it would sound like when he whispers in your ear. You quickly down the rest of your glass and slide it across the bar. The guy raises his eyebrows slightly but takes the hint. “Make that two.”

“Thanks, I’m Y/N,” you say, holding your hand out.

He looks at your hand for a second then reaches out to shake it. His hand engulfed yours, just as big as you thought, and you find yourself praying that what they say about that is true. “Angel,” he says, turning his body towards you, still leaning on the bar. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around this clubhouse before.”

“No, I rode down with the Sons,” you say, nodding your head towards the group of guys in the corner.

“An old lady?” Angel asks.

You chuckle, “Nah, he just wishes.”

“Who wishes?” He says turning his head to get a better look at the Reaper Crew.

“The blonde one.”

Angel lets out a low whistle. “The prince himself, huh?”

You roll your eyes, “Of course you know Jax.”

“You’d be hard pressed to find a man in a kutte who didn’t know about the Teller family, querida,” he says, taking a long pull on his beer. “So, what has you at the bar instead of being arm candy for the future King of SAMCRO?”

“His need to repeatedly stick his dick in a stupid whore that likes to stick her nose where it don’t belong.”

“So, you’re, what? Out here looking for a little Mayan payback?”

Well, it was now or never. “You interested?”

Angel’s eyebrows shoot up at your question. Whether it was at your bluntness or the question itself, you didn’t wait to find out. Wrapping your fingers on the edge of his kutte, you pulled him forward, pressing your lips against him, quickly getting lost in the kiss. The alcohol that had previously muted the anger in your veins helped spike the lust you were feeling for the man in front of you as your fingers slipped under the heavy leather to outline the planes of his chest. Just has your hands start roaming south, you feel him jerk away from the kiss. Opening your eyes, you quickly squash the apology that had almost bubbled to your lips for being so forward. Instead of one set of eyes, you had two sets trained on you. One brown, and one blue, both full of anger but where the blue ones were directed at you, the brown ones were directed at the others.

“What in the hell do you think you are doing?” Jax says, voice full of ire.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Exactly what I told you that I was going to do.”

“Yea, hermano, she came to me saying she needed a real man to treat her right,” Angel piped up, not helping the situation any.

“She’s got a real man, right here, she doesn’t need…,”

“HEY!” You said loudly between the two men, turning you back to Angel so you can start it with Jax. “I told you that I was fucking someone else tonight and you didn’t believe me, that’s on you. You get Ima, I’m taking a ride on Angel, deal with it or don’t. I’m sure he knows how to get to Charming to take me home.” Luckily the music was loud enough that your little outbursts didn’t really seem to catch the attention of the crowd behind you. “Now, you,” You reach behind you and grab Angel’s hand, “you got somewhere in here we can lay that pipe?”

As he pulls you to the back down the hallway, Jax follows you both. You know his plan is to get somewhere with less eyes, then he is probably going to try to start a fight with Angel, which as much as you would actually like to see these guys go head to head, you need Angel whole for what you are about to do to him. Angel stops at a door near the end of the hall and you turn around to stop Jax. “Listen, this is happening, go back out there with your buddies and wonder what's happening behind these doors just like I wonder what’s always happening with you and Ima.”

“I’m not leaving you alone with this sleazebag,” Jax says, pursing his lips at Angel, who seems oddly unaffected by the anger being directed at him.

“Fuck it, querida, let him watch, maybe he’ll learn a thing or two,” he says pulling you into the room, leaving Jax standing in the open doorway. He quickly picks up where you left off out in the bar, attaching his lips to yours, not caring about having an audience. When his lips move from your mouth to your neck, you sneak a glance over at Jax, who is still standing in the open door way.

“What’s it going to be, Teller? You in or out?” Angel hits the spot on your neck you like and you let out a moan, your eyes going lidded, but not closed enough to miss the change of emotion on Jax’s face. He takes one step inside the room and closes the door behind him, surprising you. He wants a show? You’ll give him a show. Turning your full attention to the man sucking marks into your neck, you walk him backwards to the single bed, putting pressure on his shoulders, signaling to him to sit. Once he does, you pull off your top, tossing it in Jax’s direction, not watching to see if he catches it or let it hit the floor. Angel’s eyes are on your breasts, still encaged in your black lace bra.

“Can’t wait to get these in my mouth,” Angel says, hands coming up to massage you through the material, as you start on the buttons of his shirt.

“She really likes when you pinch her through her bra,” you hear Jax say from his corner of the room. What’s he playing at?

“Is that right, princesa?” Angel purrs against your chest, taking a nipple between his long nimble fingers, giving it a squeeze, instantly causing you to arch your back and suck in air through your teeth.

“That’s a good girl,” you hear Jax murmur, closer than you remember. You look over at him and he’s, in fact, much closer than before. He’s standing just out of arm's reach, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, still fully dressed in his staple black hoodie and kutte. The contrast between his clothed body and what you and Angel are doing only makes you wetter.

You get Angel’s shirt undone and push it and his kutte off his shoulders onto the bed behind you. He’s not quite as ripped as Jax, but he’s still plenty to look at, just as hard as you had felt out at the bar as you lightly rake your nails down his chest, making sure to catch his nipples on the way down.

“Take your pants off, let him see your pretty pussy, darlin’,” Jax says, reaching around to pick up Angel’s shirt and kutte to move them off the bed.

“You know, for someone who was just about ready to fight me over this, you sure have a lot to say all of a sudden.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel a sharp smack on your ass. You look back in shock at Angel.

“Be a good girl and do what he says,” Angel says, rubbing his hand over your ass where he just smacked it, soothing away the sting. Apparently in your quest to get back at Jax Teller, you happened to find his twin in a Mayan kutte.

“Who’s side are you on,” you say to Angel as your fingers go to the button of your jeans. It’s not like you were against what was happening here, but damn it, this was supposed to be pissing Jax off, not turning him on.

“Is she always this mouthy?” Angel asks Jax, acting like you weren’t doing exactly what you were told as you step out of your jeans.

“It only gets worse, brother,” Jax says and you notice while you were focused on Angel, he managed to shed his kutte and hoodie, now stacked with Angel’s on the chair in the corner. “That is, until you manage to fuck it out of her,” he finishes, pulling his shirt off.

Were you about to get railed by the two hottest guys you’ve ever seen in your life? The answer seemed to be fuck yes.

“Well, let’s see what we can do about that then,” Angel says, slipping one arm around your waist, holding you still as he uses his knee to spread your legs apart and slips his other hand between them. He slides one long finger through your folds and you thank god Angel still had his arm around your waist or you would have shot through the ceiling. “Well, look at this,” he says holding up his finger wet from your juices. “Looks like someone is enjoying what's happening.”

You reach forward, grabbing at the bulge in his pants as you glance back at the tent in Jax’s, “Looks like everyone is -“ you don’t finish your sentence because Angel shoves his slicked up finger in your mouth.

“Nah-uh, querida, none of that now, be a good girl and maybe we’ll fuck that back talk out of you tonight.” Angel feels you swallow around the finger in your mouth, “Something tells me she’d like that, Teller, what do you think?”

“I think we should try stuffing a cock in her mouth first.” Your eyes go wide, they really were going to do this. “Don’t act surprised, darlin’, you were the one looking to get laid tonight, not our fault if you bit off more than you can chew.”

Angel lands a small slap on your bare ass. “On your knees, princesa.”

God help you if you aren’t more turned on right now that you have been in your whole life seeing these guys working at their belt buckles. You step away from Angel so he can stand from the bed. He’s a little taller than Jax, but you don’t think that will cause any problems as you drop to your knees, resting back on your heels. Heat licks up your insides as both guys drop their pants at the same time. You already knew what Jax was working with, his thick cock standing proud, the red mushroomed tip a stark contrast to the pale skin on his shaft, leading into an unruly nest of blonde curls. You were thrilled to see you were right about your expectations with Angel, too. He wasn’t quite as thick as Jax, but he was a bit longer and a bit more groomed, dark hair trimmed back into a stubble. Even with taking himself in his hand, you weren’t sure you would be able to take everything that was left without gagging, but you were going to definitely give it the old college try.

Both guys approach you after ridding themselves of their jeans, socks, and shoes, standing in their naked glory like two opposing characters pulled from a harlequin romance novel. You are weighing your options of where to start first when Jax decides it for you by saying, “It ain’t gunna suck itself, darlin’.”

You give him a dark look, firmly turning yourself towards Angel and taking all of him into your mouth that you can, your lips meeting his fingers even as it brings tears to your eyes.

“Holy fuck, querida,” Angel says, his other hand landing in your hair to hold you on his cock.

“Give her a little room to play and let her show you what she can do with that tongue,” Jax says and you flick your eyes over to see him squeezing at his sac, knowing you love to tug on his balls when you really get into a blowjob. Angel removes his hand from your hair, instead resting in on your cheek, pushing in slightly to feel himself in your mouth. You replace his hand with your hand on his base and pull back a little bit so it's more comfortable.

Holding his dick where you want it, you flatten your tongue against the bottom of his shaft, feeling the veins and rolling them back and forth before pulling your tongue all the way back to the tip, folding it over, then running the smooth underside down his shaft again until the tip flicks against him, giving him a combination of rough, smooth, soft and hard, all in one motion. Angel must like what you are doing because he widens his stance a bit and let’s his head fall back as he moans.

“Told ya she was talented, bro,” Jax says, still rolling his balls in his hand. So now he wants to give you compliments while you are sucking another man’s dick? This night was turning out far crazier than you imagined, so you decide fuck it, reaching over to smack his hand out of the way and cup them yourself. “There you go, baby.”

You pull your mouth off Angel, lifting him with your hand so you have access to his balls as well. You bury your nose in him, licking strips up his seam, before swirling your tongue over one side then the other, mimicking the movements with your thumb on Jax. You suck Angel in your mouth, giving another tug on Jax, encouraged by the room filling with the sounds of the men in front of you. Letting Angel out of your mouth with an obscene pop, you start pumping his dick slowly as you turn your mouth to Jax.

“Fuck, she looks good with a dick in her mouth,” Angel says, as Jax hums in agreement.

“Wait til you see her ride one.”

A shiver runs down your spine and you are so wet you can feel it run down your thighs as the hand on Angel stutters. “Uh oh, I think she liked the sound of that,” Angel says, pulling your hand off him and stepping around behind you. At first, you think he is going to pick you, then fill you up, but you feel him behind you, nudging your legs apart. “A little help, bro?” You are confused until Jax reaches his hands in your armpits, picking you up slightly as Angel situates himself flat on his back between your legs. “I’m gunna taste this pretty pussy before we fill you up, querida,” His hands coming around your thighs as he lifts his head up and buries his tongue in your slick folds. Your mouth comes open on a moan, Jax’s cock falling out of your mouth, still connected by a trail of spit as you dig your fingers into his hips.

“Fuck yes,” you moan as Angel licks into your hot core, tongue lapping at your concentrated wetness, alternating thrusting inside you and circling your clit. Jax gently guides you back to his dick, reminding you that you got work to do. At this moment, you are thankful that Angel is at your pussy and Jax is in your mouth, because you are going to be gritting your teeth and you know Jax likes it, but a lot of guys can’t handle it when you use your teeth. Angel slips a finger inside of you and your teeth come together, pushing Jax into your cheek, stretching it wide.

“So wet for us,” Angel says, continuing his finger around your walls, “So greedy to be stuffed full of cock.” You whine around Jax’s cock as Angel removes his finger, only to feel it hot and wet at your puckered back door. “While you're riding my cock, maybe you’ll get filled up back here,” he says, sliding his finger past your ring of muscle. He touches his tongue to your clit, with his finger buried up to his cool rings in your ass, and you come, rocking forward on his tongue then pack on his finger. Instead of pulling away, he uses the opportunity to enter a second finger, using the wetness dripping from your pussy to lubricate his fingers and stretch you, preparing you for what was to come. It felt phenomenal, his fingers scissoring in and out of you, his open mouth blasting hot air against your even hotter pussy, with Jax rammed down your throat and spit dripping down your chest.

You pull your mouth off Jax, “Please, please, fuck me.”

“There she is,” Jax says, pulling you up to stand, supporting you until you get your legs underneath you and adjusted to the emptiness Angel’s fingers left behind. “Now, darlin’, Angel’s going to lay on the bed and you’re going to ride him. And while you’re doing that, I’m going to take you back here.” He reaches around and easily slips a finger into your ass, causing your knees to go weak. Good thing he was still holding you up. He turns you around and you see Angel is already laying back on the bed. It looks like once you get on Angel’s cock it will put you at the perfect height for Jax to take from behind. The thought gives life to your weakened limbs as you stumble over to the bed and crawl up beside Angel, throwing a leg over him.

“So eager,” Angel says, “Let’s get this off, I wanna see these babies bounce.” He reaches behind you with one hand and deftly unhooks your bra with one hand. You would be impressed with that later, but right now you are focused on rubbing your wet folds up and down Angel’s dick as it lays against his belly. “Don’t be a tease, querida,” Angel says, lifting your hips slightly, nestling his head at your core. Even with his fingers and coming once, he stretches your walls as you settle down on him and he is deep inside you. Maybe deeper than anyone else has been. Your nails dig into his chest as you give yourself a moment to adjust. “That thing too big for you?”

You give Angel a dirty look, rising up until you can feel his tip at your entrance again, then drop down, hard and fast on his cock. The sound that erupts from his throat is satisfaction enough, so you do it a couple more times before settling low on his hips and rocking yourself back and forth, relishing in the stretch of your walls and the feel of his stubble on your lips. You put your hands in your hair, back arched, nipples hard, and you grind your hips on Angel’s.

“Fuck you were right, Teller, look at her go.”

“I know, she’s a whole stick of dynamite, man,” Jax says coming up behind you. You still when you can feel him pressing at your back entrance. “How does his dick feel, darlin’?”

You let your head fall back on his shoulder, “It feels so good, so deep, need more.”

“More, huh?” Jax asks and you feel him start to apply pressure. “Lean forward and put your hands on the bed.”

You lean forward, bracing yourself on either side of Angel, who brings his hand up to the back of your neck. “Look at me, mi dulce, I wanna see your face as you get filled up.”

You lock eyes with Angel, disobeying not even a thought in your mind. Jax braces a hand on your lower back and you hear more than feel him a spit on where he is pressed against you. He then uses the head of his dick to smear it around before pressing his head inside you.

You weren’t some shy virgin. You and Jax had done this before, but never when your other hole was filled too. With even just the tip in, you can already tell you are going to be fucked in two.

“She okay?” Jax asked, your mouth opens and tears form at the corners of your eyes but you can’t say a word so you give a slight nod, never breaking eye contact with Angel.

“She’s good,” Angel says, slightly shifting his hips and with the movement Jax slides into you fully. At any other moment, you may have been embarrassed by the sound that came out of your mouth, but the guys in the room with you were being just as loud. It takes a minute for he three of you to adjust and find a rhythm that works but when you do, you almost black out at the pleasure. Jax is pounding deep in your ass, Angel is rocking slow and deep against everything that’s ever felt good, and you are just between them trying to keep up, not being able to differentiate between the hands roaming over your body. It doesn’t take long and you can feel your orgasm thundering back to the forefront.

“Guys…..I’m…..gunna….” you grunt out between thrusts.

“Right behind you.”

“Come for us, darlin’.”

You throw your head back and scream as your orgasm erupts through every inch of your body, your pussy clenching around Angel, your ass fluttering around Jax and you feel the guys still then start to twitch inside you, filling you with their cum. You collapse on Angel’s chest as Jax slowly pulls out of you.

“Oh wow, darlin’, guess what?”

You make a sound that can be construed as interested, but you aren’t able to do more.

“You squirted.”

That has your attention. Squirting is something that you Jax had toyed around with but had never quite been able to make happen. It doesn’t surprise you that it happened now, you just had the most intense orgasm of your life.

“You’re welcome,” Angel says, giving a slight thrust with his hips, just because he’s softening and sliding out of you doesn’t mean you don’t feel him. You slap his chest as you roll to the side, pulling off him completely and almost rolling off the bed. Luckily Jax was there and caught you.

“Scooch,” you say, slapping Angel weakly in the chest.

“Some way to treat the man that just made you squirt,” he says, but he slides over and Jax tucks you against Angel’s side, your head falling on his shoulder as Angel had his arm out under your head before Jax set you down. He throws Angel’s shirt on his chest but uses his own to wipe you clean before himself. Angel grabs his and haphazardly wipes at himself before tossing it to the side. Jax tosses a blanket over the both of you before he collapses across the top of the bed, his hand settling in your hair, as your eyes start to fall shut.

“Did you get your payback, darlin’?” Jax asks from above you.

“Not yet,” you mumble into Angel’s chest, “gunna need a couple more trips to Oakland. Go team.” You drift off to the sound of your two new favorite men chuckling.

PART 2

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when you find a fanfic writer whose work just sings to you… i would read anything you write…. i would wade into a tag no matter how deranged… i would travel to the ends of the earth for you if only to soothe your little oyster shell just so you would be comfortable enough to make another pearl whenever you felt like it … i would love you tenderly and support you as you carefully place every grain of sand onto your little castle, regardless of how long it takes, if only to enjoy your words just a little longer

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Happy Friday!

(I had to choose this one. I couldn’t help it)

Another Juice in my inbox? Yay me! 💜

Happy Friday to you as well!

#ravennas rambles

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What were the chances of us both giving you an angsty Angel summary? 🤣💜

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it.....

"Tell You Tomorrow"

truly so rude of my jobs to make me work so much today that i'm only able to get to this now 😂

that being said!!!! you cannot hand me a title like this and expect me to do anything with it other than make it angsty!!!!

Everything about being friends with Angel had been a waiting game. Always. Waiting for him to pick her up and take them to school. Waiting for him to sneak out his bedroom window in the middle of the night so they could find trouble to get into. The waiting felt endless then but the older they both got, the longer the Waiting periods became.

Waiting a year for him to patch into the club.

Waiting eighteen months when he got sent to Chino.

Waiting for years that she stopped counting as he stumbled his way from one woman's bed to the next in search of something that he never really found.

After all of that, waiting less than twenty-four hours for a phone call should've been nothing. But his whole future hinged on the club letting him walk. Hers too. And the phone still wasn't ringing.

Catch me crying my way through this and loving every second of it 😭

Send a made-up fic title and I’ll write a summary!

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send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it.....

"The Missing Pages"

Thank you for sending me this!!! I love these so much!!!

This title screams mystery to me! Angst, betrayal, love, grief etc. We will collect all the feels in this one!

Angels, pregnant wife goes missing after a heated argument over....EZ. He storms out after his temper slips enough that he punches a hole in the wall. He knows he needs to cool down and that she deserves a man who can argue correctly.

He returns the next day and she is gone, nothing seems amiss so he heads to the clubhouse. Assuming she went to work etc, because he texted her and she replied back.

Later that day, police show up to question him about her where about and now the house is a crime scene and blood is everywhere. She is presumed dead, eventually Angel is released from police custody and spends a year trying to come to terms with everything.

He is finally able to start going through her things....that is when he realizes pages from her journals she wrote in every day are missing, pages from some of her favorite books as well as some of her art sketches.

He then realizes that on a blank page it has indents, using a pencil he rubs it over and the words on one of the missing pages start to appear __ did it, save us

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I am dead! I love this and I love him! Ughh just perfection!

Aunty that was too hot for this early in the morning🥵 I know that Manny is your favorite but can we pweeeeeeease get some words for Juice??? I just wanna gobble him up! I'll love you forever!❤❤❤

Okay, folks don't get excited I am NOT taking requests but my brain is buzzing today and writing ANYTHING Juice is gonna do me right. I mean, why should I deny myself...or you?

SO! If were gonna talk about him, we have to talk about season one Juice. Big ass, thicc ass, clumsy ass, half jog half trot Juice. Tree trunk arms Juice. I only drink chocolate milk lookin' ass Juice. Chest enters the room before the rest of him Juice. I'll beat the snot out of you if you even look at him cuz he's miiiiine, Juice. Cuz chiiiiiiiiiile.....

LOOK AT HOW BIG HIS NECK WAS AND HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO STILL HAVE HIS ADAM'S APPLE POKING OUT?!?!😖

Call the police! This has to be illegal!!

Okay....having got all that out of my system - what are we gonna talk about? How he loves getting his neck sucked, slurped and chomped? How he loves the little trophies you leave on him? I mean, who has to brag about pussy when the evidence of good times being had is all over his neck?!? Note: The back of his neck is sensitive, which he only hates loves cuz he can't touch you while you're all the way back there...doin' what you do...driving him crazy.😜 And we know our boy loves to wrap around you, with his snuggle-lovin' self so the conflict is real, but y'all will work that out.

Anony you are right. I have not given this man's neck enough attention. I'll make a note of that in his wip folder and make sure I get plenty of it in from now on ;)

Thanks for chatting with me. I am open to blab about Juice 24/7! LET'S CHAT!!!

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Good morning! I would love to request chibs, 16 and 33 💗

Thank you so much!

Good Morning Love! Our handsome Scot is perfect for these prompts! You are more than welcome! Feel free to drop by anytime! As Always my stories are 18+!

P.S I put a little twist on this and I hope you don't mind!

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Prompts

16. Your scars are beautiful

33. Are you blushing?

Love the Man, Love the Scars

"What does a lady have to do to get you to buy her a drink?" you asked with a flirty laugh as you sat next to Chibs at the bar. The older man chuckled as he looked down at his whiskey glass in front of him. He had been trying to ignore his ever growing interest in you since he had first met you weeks ago.

He had nothing to offer a beautiful woman like you. Yet he couldn't help but let his eyes follow you around, his heart speed up when he heard your voice or caught the sweet whiff of your perfume.

"Aye, Lassie. I suppose be nothing but a beauty" replied Chibs as he dared to look up at you.

You nodded as a smirk appeared on your face as you put your hand on his knee making him jerk slightly. "I see. So then why haven't you brought me a vineyard yet? Or am I not beautiful?" you teased letting a pout form.

"Ye the most beautiful lass I've ever seen" replied Chibs as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. The softness of it making him wish he could have you in his bed letting your silkiness slide over him .Giving his head a quick shake he spoke again. "Its me who is an ugly mug with these" he stated as he pointed to the scars on his face.

"Stop that" you scolded as you smacked his hand. "Your scars are beautiful. They tell a story of a brave man" you continued as you gently traced one of them.

Chibs felt his cheeks heat up at your words and touch.

"Are you blushing old man?" you inquired noting the reddened tint to his cheeks.

"Its the whiskey" muttered Chibs as he tried to deny his reaction.

"Already blushing and I haven't even gotten to the part about how I want to trace them and him with my tongue" you replied as your free hand slipped to his crotch.

Chibs swallowed hard as he licked his lips. "Maybe we should get out of here so I can hear more about this tracing" .

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“Do one thing that scares you.”

— Eleanor Roosevelt

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Summary: How Jax came to raise his younger sister OC Rockette. Takes place before CountDown.

As always my stories are 18+. Specific Warnings: Mentions of SA against a child, character death.

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Jax and Juice had been talking in his driveway when he heard his name being called. Whipping around he saw his baby sister fully sprinting up the driveway. She was a sight, dark hair flying from the messy bun, shirt torn, face streaked with blood and tears.

"What happened Rocky" demanded Jax as he met her halfway as she latched onto him, her legs giving out some. Juice moved down to the street, hand on his gun as he scanned for a sign of any danger. Rocky could only get out choked sobs as her grip on him tightened. Jax eased them both down to the ground as Juice made his way back to them.

"Juice call Clay" started Jax before Rocky screamed no. Her green eyes wide and feral looking as she dug her nails into Jax's arms as she looked up at him. Jax's heart dropped as at the next sentence out of her mouth. "This was Clay"

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Jax sat silently awhile later in his living room as the words tumbled out of Rocky in between heart breaking sobs. Their mom had dropped her off at the clubhouse after school while she ran errands. Clay had been the only one present and he had offered her a beer while she was working on homework. Rocky had refused and Clay had started rubbing her shoulders.

When she told him to stop he grab her by her hair and tuned her to face him. She had kicked out and he punched her in the face. She had lost consciousness and woke to him fondling her chest and starting to undo her shorts. They fought again and she had gotten ahold of his gun and fired at him before running out the door to Jax's house.

Jax could only see red by the time Rocky had stopped talking. He had been on their moms case about Clay for years. He had always been hard on Jax and they butted heads constantly. He had never expected him to try this. On top of that Rocky had said that this wasn't the first time he had been inappropriate with her and their mom was well aware. She had called Rocky a liar and grounded her.

Jax stood up fists clenched as he moved to grab his cell phone. "Please don't make me go back home" whispered Rocky as she grabbed his shirt when he passed by.

"This is your home now Rocky" soothed Jax as he gave her a half hug before addressing Juice. "Call Half, tell him I need him to come over here asap and sit with her. I'm going to call Chibs and have him meet us at my mom and Clays"

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"Clay would never do that" stated Gemma firmly as she stared daggers at Jax from the table where she sat.

"So you are saying that Rocky, your daughter. Your own flesh and blood is lying about him coming on to her and touching her?" inquired Jax in disbelieve. He knew his mom was a piece of work but this took the cake.

"She has turned into quite the little tart Jackson" started Gemma before Jax cut her off.

"She is thirteen mom" snapped Jax slamming his hands on the table making her jump. "She is a kid! Your kid and you are responsible for making sure she is safe and cared for!"

"She has to learn about our world sometime. Can't keep her sheltered forever Jackson" huffed Gemma as she rolled her eyes. "Ill have him come home so we can get this cleared up"

Jax just shook his head in disbelieve.

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"We never tell Rocky what actually happened here tonight. Am I clear?" stated Jax firmly as an ambulance and Unser pulled up to the house. Once Chibs and Juice both nodded Jax moved to speak to Unser.

"They got into a confrontation about Rocky moving in with me. Clay pulled a gun and next thing I know mom was on the ground" stated Jax as he rubbed at his face letting a tear down as he turned away faking a sob.

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Death and the Lady: Chibs Telford X Reader. Chapter Twelve

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18+ Only. Crude sexual language.

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Chapter Twelve: Lamb

The door to the deputy sheriff’s office in Charming’s local P.D., was yanked open so hard that it could almost be considered a miracle it did not fracture the drywall against the doorknob as it slammed against the wall.

Deputy David Hale stared down at Agent June Stahl, his eyes dark and narrow the words flying from his lips. “You had my guys pull records on Tara Knowles and Y/N Y/L/N?”

Stahl gazed up at the infuriated deputy, her voice calm and cool showing no regard for his anger, she not even caring enough to address the question. “Did you enjoy your lunch break?”

Hale glared down at the ATF agent spotting the files spread out across the desk, his stomach turning at the clear sight of old mugshots featuring both Tara and Y/N along with police reports.

He didn’t understand what angle Stahl was working here. If she was interested in ol ladies then surely Gemma Teller Morrow would be a better choice.

Tara and Y/N weren’t exactly on the same level as the Queen of SAMCRO. What could they possibly provide Stahl to build a RICO case against SAMCRO?

Both Tara and Y/N having questionable taste in romantic partners didn’t exactly mean they were involved in gun running.

Deputy Hale slammed the door shut behind him not wanting any nearby ears to pick up on the conversation he was about to have with Stahl. He knew he’d already attracted a few gazes from both ATF agents and his fellow department coworkers by bursting in here clearly pissed off.

He spoke his voice harsh, as he glared down at her, the agent looking all too comfortable sitting at his desk. “They have nothing to do with this investigation.”

“Oh, David. How willfully naive. They have so much to do with this investigation. You aren’t seeing the possibility behind these two.” Stahl remarked an amused smirk crossing her lips at how worked up the good deputy seemed to be over the mention of these two women.

It seemed that she had struck a nerve in him, and she was unable to avoid the temptation to strike again.

Hale let out a scoff at the comment addressing his first concern. “Tara Knowles left Charming and SAMCRO behind. She might have had a wild past, but she’s cleaned up her act. She went out to Chicago and got a medical degree. She’s not opening beers for outlaws anymore.”

“Oh, we both know that’s not entirely true. All these photos Agent Kohn provided seem to indicate that Dr. Knowles is starting to get a little close and personal with one very patched in Jackson Teller. Those two have a history judging by these police reports. Arrests in the nineties for public intoxication, disorderly conduct, and possession of stolen property, all in the company of one Jackson Teller.”

“They dated back when we were teenagers. We all did stupid things as teens. She left town at nineteen and left Teller and the MC behind. She’s been gone for over a decade now. She only came back because her dad died and she got a job opportunity out here.” Hale snapped Agent Stahl rolling her eyes at the comment.

“She was out in Chicago, David. She was top of the class from the looks of it. Brilliant young woman with the accolades to back it up, just how many job opportunities must those brains and accomplishments have brought in for her? With her background she could take a job anywhere in the country at any hospital of her choice. Why’d she pick Charming? I can’t imagine it's just homesickness that led her back here. She could have stayed out in Chicago and made a hell of a lot more money than Saint Thomas is probably offering her. Why pick Saint Thomas and Charming? I think we both are well aware of Agent Kohn’s real reason for coming out to Charming. Agent Kohn is one sick puppy and I can’t imagine Tara was too keen on sticking around up in Chicago with him hanging around. Tara’s ex boyfriend becomes her stalker and she comes back to a town where her first love has a dangerous reputation. You don’t think that’s a little convenient? '' Stahl pointed out Hale gritting his jaw unwilling to admit that the answer to just why she’d come back home lay in Jax Teller.

He spoke, still refusing to admit that Tara could possibly have any possible information to build a RICO case. “I’m sure Jackson Teller’s boy being premature has made Tara and he take some walks down memory lane, but Tara is no ol lady. She’s not getting any pillow talk about gun running from anyone in SAMCRO. Agent Kohn has been taken care of. He’s heading back to Chicago to answer to his superiors. Tara Knowles isn’t looking to seek protection from Teller.”

Stahl raised a brow at the comments, shrugging her shoulders as she spoke. “That may be the case, but you do have to be a little curious about the similarities between Dr. Knowles and Miss. Y/L/N. Both young women with troubled criminally prone backgrounds who left town only to come back after losing their fathers. Both women have been seen in the company of at least one patched in member of SAMCRO. In fact, both women share some similarities in their rap sheets. Looks like they have both been arrested in the company of one Jackson Teller. I do have to wonder if Dr. Knowles knows that Jax found a new Bonnie to his Clyde in her absence.”

Hale let out a huff at this, his voice holding an edge of irritation as he glared down at Stahl. “Y/N had some difficult years in her late teens and early twenties. Jackson and she shared a bond given her brother’s accident.”

“Yes, Daniel Y/L/N. It’s a shame what happened to him. Miss. Y/L/N dutifully pays those institutionalization bills to keep him cared for. Looks like he wasn’t on the best path though. He ran around with Harry Opie Winston and Jackson Teller from what I’m gathering from Daniel’s police record. Looks like his first few arrests weren’t anything too grand, arrests in his late teens for possession of marijuana…not enough to get him more than a fine…some drunk and disorderlies around the same time. He was arrested with both Winston and Teller for a drunken brawl out at the Hairy Dog back when he was twenty one. The arresting officer commented that Mr. Y/L/N seemed elated by the violence. Judging by the black eye and the grin on his face in this mugshot, he was in his element. Strange how he never prospected for the MC. Looks like he was as thick as thieves with Teller and Winston before the accident.”

“His father kept him on a tight leash. After that arrest at twenty one he gave him an ultimatum, some tough love to get him on the right path. From my understanding he told him to get his shit together and enroll in community college or lose access to Y/N. His father didn’t want him leading her down that path. Daniel loved his little sister dearly. She worshiped Daniel and their father knew she’d follow him anywhere. His accident was heartbreaking for her. He may as well have died with as hard as she took it. He was more than a brother to her. I'm sure she viewed Daniel as being her best friend.” Hale explained shifting in place his stomach turning at the mention of a young man he’d once considered a friend before Daniel started going down a bad path with Opie and Jax.

“Looks like the ultimatum was in vain. Daniel Y/L/N has his motorcycle accident and that same year Y/N gets arrested in the company of Jackson Teller. She got busted for public intoxication. Scandalous considering she was all of eighteen and Mr. Teller was about twenty three, a little too old to be sniffing around her, but we both know the MC isn't filled morally upstanding guys. Her being barely out of being considered jailbait must have been thrilling for the boys at SAMCRO.” Stahl provided proudly displaying the mugshot.

Hale gazed down at the mugshot of an eighteen year old Y/N, her face still holding baby fat, her hair a faded pink that had gone a peachy tone, a dazed look in her eyes; she was clearly under the influence. He could spot chipped black nail polish on her fingers and a silver stud in her left nostril. The tank top she wore was far too low cut revealing the red lace of a bra. The slight smirk on her red painted lips showed that she felt little shame for her very first arrest.

Stahl spoke again providing more information about Y/N’s arrest record. “She continued to become a frequent flier in your jail cells. Looks like she got picked up a few more times at eighteen and nineteen, drunk and disorderly, driving under the influence, driving under the influence on a suspended license, possession of the tiniest amount of pot which wasn't enough to be an issue if she wasn’t clearly drunk, an arrest for shoplifting a pack of cigarettes and a candy bar where the arresting officer noted she seemed intoxicated. You picked her up more than once for some of these arrests…that must have been awkward for you both. Looks like she got a few slaps on the wrist, some fines, and some court ordered community service along with a few alcohol education courses. Didn’t seem to faze her though as the arrests continued…gotta love a small town police department. Most of this crap would have landed her doing some real time anywhere but Charming.”

“Sheriff Unser respected her father…everyone respected her father for the good he did for the community; caring for the deceased. He was a beloved figure around Charming. People saw him as personable and caring for the bereaved and diligent about caring for the dead. He had a reputation for being charitable to those who couldn’t always afford to bury their dead…made him even more adored around town. People felt sorry for him after Daniel’s accident…people around town felt awful for the man losing his son and having a daughter who wasn’t coping well. Lloyd Y/L/N advocated for his daughter to stay out of the system…Unser felt bad given what happened with Daniel, didn’t want Lloyd to lose another kid…The judge who ordered the community service and alcohol awareness courses felt the same way given Unser’s appeals to give Y/N opportunities to get her life on the right track. I don’t know how he kept her out of any real jail time or any harsher punishments…Unser’s a slick son of a bitch. I’m sure some money passed between Lloyd Y/L/N’s palm and the judge’s at least once. Lloyd Y/L/N was morally upstanding, but when it came to his little girl…he was willing and desperate enough to break his morals…especially given the situation with his son. He couldn't bear to lose Y/N too.” Hale provided, gritting his jaw at the thought of Unser.

Stahl shook her head. “Guess it’s good to be friends with Unser. Looks like Unser’s appeals kept her out of too much trouble, but she didn’t get her life on the right track. There’s a few more arrests here at nineteen. This one is interesting; an arrest in the company of one Alexander Tig Trager and one Robert Bobby Elvis Munson at a truck stop right on the edge of Charming city limits. Looks like she was about to turn nineteen and all three were clearly very under the influence. Trager was driving erratically and the officer noted that Y/N was so intoxicated that she fell out of the passengers door when the officer opened it. Local PD couldn’t prove that either man had provided the alcohol for Miss. Y/L/N, so Trager and Munson didn’t get more than a slap on the wrist for being in the company of an intoxicated minor. You do have to admit it's troubling a girl her age was hanging out with two men that age. Rumors around town are that Miss. Y/L/N was a regular at SAMCRO’s clubhouse. Looks like she was a…croweater? Isn’t that the term the Sons use for the club whores?”

The comment made Hale see red, the man speaking his voice harsh. “She kept bad company back then, but she was not playing the croweater game. She was not spreading her legs for every single guy in a kutte.”

Stahl smirked at the comment, quickly addressing it. “Sounds like I struck a nerve there, David. You’re getting a little defensive about Miss. Y/L/N’s promiscuous past? One might think you’re sweet on her.”

She smirked all the more as she spotted the way Hale tensed all the more at the comment. She spotted a flash of indignation in the man’s eyes at the implication that Y/N was a club tart. “You arrested her a few times back then, David? That must have been frustrating for you in more ways than one. I bet you wanted to place her in handcuffs in much different circumstances.”

Hale scoffed at this comment shaking his head, his voice tense he refusing to address the innuendo about handcuffs and Y/N the thought making him a little hot under the collar. “I was close with her brother when we were kids. Having to arrest Y/N was not something I found enjoyable.”

Stahl sighed, backing off the teasing as she pulled out another mugshot. “Looks like she was around nineteen and twenty when things got a little disturbing for Miss Y/L/N. Her partner in crime shifted from Jackson and a few members of SAMCRO and to one Nathaniel Gunner Papadopoulos. Nathaniel or Gunner as he goes by is a Son. Looks like he was a nomad at the time, but nowadays he’s fully patched into the Tacoma charter of the Sons. The first arrests with him follow the same path; public intoxication and drunk and disorderly…then things get dark. There were a few calls out to bars around town where the two had some verbal altercations, there were no arrests for these as they vacated the premises and that satisfied the bar owners. Then there was an arrest outside a gas station for being disorderly in public…Y/N is about nineteen here and Gunner is about twenty six…looks like they got into a verbal altercation once again and Mr. Papadopoulos struck Miss. Y/L/N…he was arrested. She was taken in after she tried to argue with the arresting officer and interfere with the arrest of Mr. Papadopoulos. It seems she was frustrated that he was being arrested as she did not want to press charges for the physical assault on her. That was the first arrest for an altercation between the pair where things got physical. Looks like one of the final arrests we have of the pair involved an altercation the two had outside of a diner when Miss. Y/L/N was twenty. You were one of the responding officers from what I see”.

Hale shifted in place, his jaw clenching so tight he looked as though he might crack a tooth. He cringed as Stahl continued. “Chances are you must remember the arrest, but I can refresh your memory. From the police record it looks as though Mr. Popadopoulos and Miss. Y/L/N were under the influence and having a lovers spat in the parking lot of the diner, over the waitress getting a little too friendly with Mr. Papadopoulos, when Papadopoulos struck Miss. Y/L/N. She reacted by hitting him back and it devolved into a full on physical altercation. Looks like she got him pretty good judging by the scratch marks across his face and the bruises he’s sporting. He seems to have gotten her better though given the split lip. The arresting officer who you were with noted past bruises on Miss. Y/L/N and indicated suspicion of domestic violence, but Miss. Y/L/N seemed to brush questions about it off as evidence of rough sexual encounters between Mr. Papadopoulos and her. You noted in your notes on the arrest that you tried to urge Miss. Y/L/N to press charges against Mr. Papadopoulos as her reaction could be written off as self defense..but she was not interested. The two spent the night in jail and one of the Sons, looks like one of Gunner's fellow nomads that was visiting the mother charter, bailed Gunner out the next morning…Gunner then bailed Miss. Y/L/N out…how romantic. The mugshots are not pretty”

Hale let out a heavy breath, his body filled with tension as he gazed down at the mugshot in question. Y/N looked far less proud of herself in this photo. Her right eye was swollen, the hint of a black eye starting to develop. Her lip was split courtesy of one of Gunner’s silver chunky biker rings. She was dressed in another tight tank top and it did little to hide the bruises across her skin, some markings old and some quite recent. Her eyes held an almost empty sense to them as though she was running on autopilot most of the time but disconnected from her surroundings. Her body seemed too thin and it felt as though it was from more than aging. He suspected drug use though he could not place the drug in question without testing her. Her hair had faded back to its natural tone and the nose piercing was gone. She was scowling at the camera clearly filled with rage.

Hale spoke the words leaving him before he could stop them “I tried to get her to press charges against the bastard. I tried to convince her that he was taking her down a bad path. He had her under some kind of spell or something I don’t know…She left town a few months after that last arrest. Rumors around town said that she was seen using a phone booth near main street looking worse for wear. Her father picked her up and got her out of town.”

Hale took a deep breath, his words harsh he tearing his eyes from the mugshot. “Y/N’s past has no bearing on anything. She has straightened herself out. She’s taken over her father’s business and has stayed on the straightened arrow. She’s grown up.”

“Maybe so…those empty graves that were found back in the cemetery months ago do seem fishy though…given the bodies that disappeared from the Sons warehouse right around the time those bodies from the empty graves were found out in Lodi. Those empty graves were filled by Miss. Y/L/N’s funeral home. Lodi cops seem to have lost steam for the case…and they were satisfied with Miss. Y/L/N’s statements about the incident. Does seem interesting that she comes back to town and just so happens to get involved with a member of SAMCRO right around the time that this whole grave robbing and disappearing bodies situation happens. How convenient for SAMCRO.”

Hale cleared his throat knowing he had his own suspicions about Y/N’s involvement, but he could admit he was choosing to live in denial over the reality of the situation.

He would be lying if he tried to claim he didn’t think of Y/N and didn’t feel some sense of fondness for her.

In some way he still remembered her as the talkative little girl who followed her brother and he around when they were kids.

He thought of her as the lonely child who according to his younger sister never could fit in with their peers.

He'd always felt a sense of care for Y/N none the less. He could remember her being vibrant and brave. She was at times a little too fierce and so unapologetic that it bordered on being rude. He could remember finding the quality somewhat admirable though; her willingness to be so brazen.

As she’d grown she’d seemed determined to follow her brother’s path in the company she kept. Hale had been displeased by her rebellion. He had hoped that her brother's accident would scare her straight but it seemed to push her into a life of chaos. She'd clung to the men who her brother had once run amuck with.

Jackson Teller had seemed willing to take Y/N under his wing and lead her to destruction.

Hale would be lying if he tried to claim he didn’t feel slightly disturbed as he stood aside and watched Y/N grow into an attractive young woman who seemed to be all too comfortable around the local outlaw MC. He’d maybe gone out of his way back then to try to coax her into understanding that she was down a bad path. He'd been a rookie cop back then and had been all too aware of Y/N's bad behavior. He'd tried to reason with her using his past friendship with her brother to coax her into getting on the right path. When Gunner had gotten involved with her that coaxing had increased but Y/N had practically spit in Hale’s face at his attempts to rescue her from her situation.

He’d been grateful when she'd left town. He'd hoped that she was getting her head on straight. When she came back to town Hale had hopes that she’d grown up in her time away. He’d been relieved when it seemed she’d turned over a new leaf.

Hale could admit that he'd been hopeful that she was done with bad boys in kuttes.

He could also admit that he'd felt a sense of attraction for the young woman who had returned to run her father's funeral home. She seemed a far cry from the angry young woman who used to run around with the MC.

He had been stunned to realize that he no longer viewed her as his old childhood friend's rebellious baby sister. She had grown into an elegant young woman who was dedicated to a respectful career.

He had hopes that perhaps her taste in men had matured as well along with the more sophisticated appearance she'd adopted.

He’d maybe even tried to ask her to dinner or coffee once or twice but she’d rejected the offers. He’d told himself not to take offense to her rejection. He'd decided that perhaps Y/N was going through a difficult time, losing her father and being back in a town she probably was not thrilled to be in.

He had told himself to bide his time and be patient. He had hopes that perhaps she would settle into town and then maybe be more inclined to give him at least one date.

He had hopes that perhaps he could shoot his shot with her again, but had his hopes dashed when she clearly became involved with SAMCRO once again.

When he’d realized she’d chosen Filip Chibs Telford of all men, Hale had been disgusted. The older Scotsman seemed so wrong for her, and she seemed blind to this fact.

It was kind of insulting realizing she'd turned Hale down and chosen Chibs Telford. Though, Hale had a feeling he'd be insulted if she'd chosen any Son after rejecting him more than once.

It was as though Stahl could read his mind because she spoke all too giddy to pull out another file from the stack. “It seems Miss. Y/L/N still favors a bad boy in a kutte and she still likes her men older. Filip Chibs Telford is an interesting man. He has past rumored ties to the True IRA. He’s been arrested a few times in Belfast, but nothing could ever stick. His wife though…he’s still very much married by the way…is True IRA Royalty. Fiona Larkin is third generation True IRA. She got Telford involved in the cause. They were childhood sweethearts from what I know. The two were living as a married couple for a few years before they had their daughter. They have one child, Kerrianne Larkin Telford. She’s about twelve going on thirteen. Looks like they were a happy little family of terrorists for a few years at least. That changed most likely when one Jimmy O’Phalen rose up in the ranks of the cause. Looks like Jimmy O’ didn’t seem to be a fan of Telford. Rumors have it that O’Phalen scarred Telford’s cheeks and took his family as his own…banished Telford from the cause and Ireland. Telford fell in with SAMBEL…guess he didn’t take the threat to get out of Belfast too seriously though it looks like he only remained in Ireland with SAMBEL for a couple of years…he patched over to SAMCRO right around the Spring of 2000. He rolled into town a few months after Miss. Y/L/N left town…can you imagine if he’d made it stateside a few months before she left…the pair would have found each other sooner. Either way it looks like the pair found each other. I spotted them out and about the other day and by the look of affection I spotted him giving her, I would guess Y/N has been given ol lady status by Telford. She doesn't appear to be sporting the crow ink some of the other ol ladies are, but all the same...the looks he was giving her screamed love…do have to wonder if she knows he’s married.”

She paused watching Hale’s jaw tense a smirk crossing her lips before she spoke again. “She knows how to pick them doesn't she? I bet Telford gives Y/N all sorts of juicy bits of pillow talk…sweet little tight thing like her must make him all relaxed and satisfied enough to get those lips moving. Pussy gets men talking; especially trusted pussy that they love. Judging by the looks Telford gives her around town; he’s dedicated. Given his traumatic past and his appearance, I bet it wasn’t hard to get him dedicated. I have a feeling that Y/N doesn’t have to do much to get him talking. Bet she only has to suck him off to get all sorts of information out of him.”

“She’s not going to say a word, if she is an ol lady, she’s been given the orders on how to handle questions about the club. Even if Chibs is giving her details she won’t betray him.” Hale snapped trying to push thoughts of Y/N and Chibs doing anything slightly sexual from his head, the thought feeling him with both disgust and envy of what the Scotsman managed to have with Y/N.

Stahl shrugged her shoulders as she spoke. “Even if she doesn’t know he’s still married? Bet if we dropped some truth on her about her boyfriend’s current marital status, we might get her pissed off enough to run her mouth. If he betrayed her then well…hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

“And if she knows he’s married.” Hale remarked what Stahl was suggesting make bile rise in the back of his throat. Call it a crush or fondness or whatever, but he didn’t like the idea of breaking Y/N’s heart to get information.

“If the tart is fine with being a mistress then I’m sure we can find some other way to get her lips moving. It doesn’t hurt to give her some pressure and see how she handles it.” Stahl provided a smirk crossing her lips at the rage in Hale’s eyes at the statement about Y/N being a tart.

She spoke again, a chuckle leaving her. “Don’t look so gloomy David, this might work in your favor. We get Telford out of the picture and you might just have a shot. Maybe we push her off bad boys, you can play white knight. You can finally put those handcuffs to use with her in a far more pleasant environment. Of course that might put a stop to the fun we’ve been having together hmm, but who am I to stand in the way of true love.”

He scoffed at the comment, his shoulders tensing at the suggestion as well as the implication of what Stahl and he had fallen into.

Stahl let out a sigh. “She can have you when I’m done. Trust me David, we can always press the ol ladies. No information is useless in RICO.”

Hale cringed at the comment, his stomach turning at this plan.

He took a deep breath, having the feeling that Stahl was in for a challenge. Y/N was a tough nut to crack.

Pissed off Y/N didn’t run her mouth. She just lashed out.

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Y/N was surprised and relieved to see the roses left on her parent’s gravestones. She could admit she’d not been to the graveside since her father’s burial.

She’d been to the cemetery plenty enough thanks to her work…but she’d not had the nerve to walk over to the section where quite a few of her family were laid to their final rests.

Her paternal ancestors and their spouses were all buried close by one another. The oldest section of the cemetery held her oldest ancestors and their offspring.

She knew that one day she herself would most likely be buried here alongside her family. There were already two plots at her parents' side that technically belonged to her.

Her father was always one to plan ahead when it came to funerals and had purchased the plots remarking Y/N could keep them for Daniel and herself or if she married and wanted to be buried with her future spouse she could sell her plot.

She had rolled her eyes at the comment about marriage of course. The idea had seemed preposterous given her tumultuous dating history and how most men who might be ideal for a future spouse showed her little interest aside from gazing longingly at her body.

She’d dated a few guys out in New York. She’d even had one pretty serious boyfriend but it had fizzled out before any serious talk about marriage and the future had come to fruition.

She knew her past held her back in her relationships in New York. How was she supposed to explain her past with the MC in Charming to prospective life partners?

She knew her most recent ex-boyfriend had some suspicions about her past…given her tendency to occasionally flinch during moments of intimacy that got a little too rough. She had never worked up the nerve to go into the full story though. She had a feeling her ex had sensed her trauma but had not been equipped to deal with it when she’d shut down any pleas for information about her past.

She was not quite ready to go into her background with that boyfriend. She was certain he couldn’t handle her past. So, she’d pushed him away the same way she did with most boyfriends. Scaring guys and pushing them out with cold behavior was easier than going into detail about her time as a friend of SAMCRO and the pain she’d endured at Gunner’s hands.

Chibs Telford was the first romantic partner who had any knowledge of what Gunner had done to her as well as her past sexual encounters with both Jax and a few other men.

She was stunned by Chibs’ reaction. He not only still wanted her, but had proven to her that he desired her.

It was not an outcome she had imagined when she’d allowed herself to imagine what might happen if she were to ever reveal the darker parts of her past to a man who liked her.

She kept thinking back to the words Chibs had said to her after he’d eaten her out; that he wanted to show her how she deserved to be treated.

It was a new and exciting concept to her; being treated well by a romantic partner.

She hoped that she’d proven to him that she wanted to treat him in kind. She couldn’t help but to think that with his own traumas he deserved to be reminded of how he deserved to be treated as well.

She’d been more certain that he deserved all the tenderness and adoration on the planet by his reaction to the knowledge that she was planning on going to the gravesite today.

He’d offered to come along with her. He’d wanted to provide her with emotional support when she’d admitted she’d not gone to her parents' gravesite since her father’s funeral.

Y/N could admit she’d been tempted to let him tag along.

She’d resisted the urge to allow it though. She’d told herself that her first visit to the gravesite should be on her own.

Perhaps in the future though; she might let Chibs come with her.

A morbid voice in the back of her head told her it was the most depressing bring the guy you like home to meet the parents' situation, but she shushed the voice.

She was also overtaken with the realization that she was an orphan now. She had no living parents…so that made her an orphan didn’t it?

A voice in the back of her head told her it was a dumb thought…everyone became an orphan at some point in their lives, so it wasn’t something that was that unique.

She shifted the red roses aside placing the daisies she’d purchased on either parent’s grave.

She had a feeling the roses left on each grave had been Old Charlie’s doing. Roses seemed more his taste than Skeeter’s.

She was not surprised to see that the graves had been well maintained, any flowers that had been left at her father’s funeral being taken away after they’d wilted. The area was clean and polished waiting for her.

She had a feeling that this was both Old Charlie’s and Skeeter’s doing. The men had most likely been out to the gravesite maintaining it until she felt ready to make it out. It was clear that they’d cared enough about her to make it neat and ready for her.

She found herself sitting on the ground directly in front of her father’s tombstone not caring if the dirt below her got her jeans somewhat dirty. It would be a long while before grass grew over the filled in grave. Grass had long ago grown over her mother’s filled in grave given that the woman had died when Y/N was so young.

She sighed, her eyes lingering on her mother’s tombstone for a brief moment. She rarely visited it. Her father had been the one who had gone out to maintain it.

She’d gone once or twice when she was a teenager looking for some maternal connection that she’d craved. She felt foolish for the action knowing she would not find that connection in a cold marble tombstone.

Her mother’s full name was written on the dark marble stone in neat font: Caroline Hope Y/L/N. Beloved Wife and Mother. Her birthdate and death date were written below the inscription. A small dove had been carved into the edge of the stone. It was a simple stone and Y/N had been certain her father had struggled to choose it as he’d planned her mother’s entire funeral.

She’d never quite understood how he’d had the mental strength to embalm and bury the woman he loved, but Y/N assumed that in her father’s mind it was just the last act of love he could give his wife. He’d made sure she was cared for. Y/N could distinctly remember seeing the clothing her mother had been buried in…a modest blue sundress with a white floral print and a pearl necklace. She had only been four then, but somehow her mother’s funeral dress was a core memory that had stuck. Her father had allowed Daniel and her to view their mother in the casket at the funeral. Daniel had run away from it but Y/N had remained staring at the woman.

She was unsure if she loved or hated her father’s choice of giving her this core memory.

She tore her eyes from her mother’s tombstone, hating to admit she felt disconnected from the woman. Y/N felt a sense of love knowing that this was her mother, but she didn’t remember her clearly enough to feel the sense of grief she told herself she should feel.

She’d always held the thought in; certain it would upset her father. Her mother had been the love of her father’s life. She’d been his first and his last everything.

They’d met as teenagers and were one another’s first love. Her mother’s father had worked the funeral circuit preaching around Charming and surrounding towns and he’d brought his daughter along. Y/N’s father had been the funeral director’s son.

Y/N’s parents had met for the first time at a funeral. It was not the most romantic meet-cute, but it was her parents.

Her father had never remarried after her mother’s death. He’d not even dated. He’d remained dedicated to her even in death.

When Y/N was younger she’d hoped that she might be lucky enough to find love that deep with someone.

As she’d gotten older though she’d become jaded by the concept.

She sighed, staring at her father’s tombstone, the dark marble was simple with her father's name engraved into the stone: Lloyd Oliver Y/L/N. Beloved Father. Dedicated Husband. Respected Mortician.

The last addition had been her father’s request. Even in death he was proud of his profession.

She felt her throat grow tight telling herself this would feel cathartic even if she was just talking to a marble stone. “I’m sorry I haven’t been out here to visit…I’m actually sorry for a lot of things I’ve done lately.”

She clasped her hands together wringing them, her voice tense. “I can say without any hesitation that if you were still here right now…that saying sorry wouldn’t be enough with what I’ve done. I know how proud you were of our work…how proud you were that I followed you into the work you loved. I’m afraid I’ve sullied it though. You would hate what I’ve done…I fucked it up again, just like I always do. You know me; family disappointment as usual.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, her voice soft. “I’m sorry though, I really really am. I went down a path you’d hate. I got greedy and now I can’t get out of this…the sick thing is I was given a possible way out of it by Filip and I told him no. I am so desperate to burn in the hell of my own making. I…maybe I just like the pain. I think I deserve it in some sick way. How else do you explain why I’m so impulsive? I let the flame burn me and I never figure out that fire hurts…maybe I know it hurts but some part of me likes it. Maybe I’m sick? You did always worry about me…when I was a kid, I was way too interested in your job…Remember that teacher I had in elementary…fourth grade…she thought I was disturbed because I talked about your job so much…maybe I am. I mean what kind of person is so willing to do what I’ve done? What kind of girl prefers the company of the dead because the living scare the hell out of her? Maybe people around town are right about me? I’ve had a few boyfriends in New York tell me I’m not normal. Maybe at the end of the day I’m not right in the head…maybe I’m fucked mentally. How else do you explain the choices I make? I’ve always been quick to anger, too depressed, too impulsive, too starved for risk. I never know what’s good for me. I’ve had nice guys ask me out…back in New York…hell even Deputy Hale tried to take me to dinner pretty soon after I got into town… and I would rather scoop my eyes out with a melon baller than let a nice guy love me. I push people away because it protects me. I go for guys who don’t deserve me…I go for what hurts me. I let someone like Gunner violate me more than once and I stuck around. Maybe my brain is just abnormal.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “I always felt bad for you…two bad kids. How could such a nice guy have such bad kids? I used to blame you for it when you’d scold me for whatever crap I had pulled…say that you were too damn nice and that was probably why I was so rotten. I tried to say that maybe if you were less focused on your job and more focused on Danny and me then we’d not have turned out so bad. I know it was unfair to turn it back on you. I think I was parroting the perceptions I heard from people around town though…poor charitable respected Lloyd Y/L/N dedicated to his service to the community but cursed with two ungrateful brats. You were always fighting to keep me out of jail or worse…always dealing with Danny’s health after the accident…always trying to balance the job with making sure your kids stayed alive. I know Danny and I both gave you hell…You died thinking that I was finally done giving you hell…but surprise.”

She let out a shaky sigh, her fingers reaching out to trace the birth and death date on the tombstone. “You died thinking SAMCRO was a thing of my past…you thought your biker whore daughter had finally grown up…I know you’d hate me for calling myself that. You never were fond of my choice in language especially when I used it to degrade myself. I know I always tried to take some high ground and claim that I was nothing like the girls that hung around the MC and threw themselves at anything in a kutte…was I really any better though at the end of the day? I may have been a bit more discerning in who I fucked but…I still liked a man in a kutte and a criminal record a mile long. I loved the danger…I loved the chaos. Nice guys who worked nine to five jobs just didn’t do it for me like the outlaws could. I wasn’t satisfied with a dick unless the guy attached to it had a rap sheet.”

She rolled her eyes, the words leaving her. “I know…just what every man wants to hear about, his daughter’s sex life. I guess you aren’t really here to hear it though…I hope you’re not hanging around watching me that much. That would be kind of creepy if you were just hanging around watching me 24-7.”

She let out another shaky breath as she spoke. “I met someone…Jesus, Daddy, you’d hate Filip. You would take one look at the reaper on his back and kill him on sight. You’d ship me back to New York if you were still here. You would not even give Filip a minute of your time to even attempt to win you over. You would look at his appearance and who he is and want me to get away from him. You’d see the scars on his cheeks and the kutte on his back and that would be that, no chance of accepting him.”

She shook her head, a small humorless laugh leaving her. “I know the age difference would make you less than enthusiastic. He’s forty five years old…just turned forty five. He was about sixteen when I was born. If that wasn’t enough to make you cringe…He’s got a wife and a kid back in Belfast…they’re estranged but they are still there…You’d take one look at those facts and shoot him on sight. I’m sure you’d take me for a fool…your poor damaged daughter hooked up with the married outlaw biker who is way too old for her…and if that didn’t piss you off you’d be so enraged about his past in Belfast even if I’d lie and try to tell you it's only rumors. I know you would just look at Filip and see danger. You’d see a guy who is going to destroy your kid. You wouldn’t think he’s good enough.”

She traced her father’s name, her voice soft. “I know what I’d say to you though. I’d say that he's good enough. I would tell you I don’t care about Belfast or who lives there…The age difference doesn’t bother me. I’d probably try to push your buttons and spit out some bullshit about how I am happy to call Filip Daddy even if he’s not quite old enough for that unless he was a teen dad. I’d probably tell you that a man his age has the experience to know how to make me feel so good, that he’s far more gifted in bed than guys my age.”

She paused, rolling her eyes. “I never was appropriate and I kind of lived to make you cringe back when I was having my rebellious years. I figured out that being vulgar and oversharing about anything sexual could make you back off and not suspect the reality of what I was going through. I was always capable of looking like a proper lady but my mouth and my tendency to love shocking people always ruined the prim lady disguise I wear.”

She cleared her throat, her words genuine. “I would be telling you the truth about him being worthy of me…he reminds me everyday that he wants to be worthy of having me. He’s tried pretty damn hard to woo me. I think even you’d be approving of the effort he’s put into it…the man didn’t run screaming when I told him what a trocar was. That’s impressive, you’d have to admit it. He asks me questions about my job; not to appease me or charm me, but because he wants to hear what I have to say. He’s been good to me. He makes me feel safe. I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel safe…at least not a romantic partner. I’ve never felt this protected with anyone.”

She felt her throat grow tight, spilling more of her heart. “I told him about Gunner…told him more than I even dared to ever tell anyone…even you. Pretty sure he’s the first person besides a therapist who knows all the details. I told him every last detail. He didn't run away like I feared he would. I was sure he’d run…or worse he’d look at me differently…like I am in fact just the biker groupie everyone around town thought I was back then. I was afraid if he knew about Gunner and the others…that he would surely leave. I mean…how is a guy supposed to cope with the fact that some of the men he shares a kutte with have fucked the girl he’s dating…how is he supposed to deal with the fact that one of those men, even if it’s a man in another charter…did what he did to me…I don’t know, I’ve always struggled with admitting what the lack of consent with Gunner meant…saying the word. Filip is the one who said the word…told me how wrong it was…even told me he wanted Gunner dead for what he did to me. I expected my past to be too much for him or for him to develop this weird jealousy issue…you know how guys are when they know someone else has touched their possessions… Filip though, his reaction was to feel sorrow for me…he wanted to show me what being shown love is supposed to feel like…he wanted to protect me and get retribution for what happened to me. He offered to kill for me, Daddy…and he meant it. I know you’d probably not approve of the fact that he’s capable of such a thing…but I’d have to hope that you’d approve of his desire to keep me safe…to love me. Filip doesn’t view me as a possession. I know you’d find that really really hard to believe…men in his world have some pretty fucked views of women. I’m not claiming he’s some abnormality in that world. I just think I’m as much Filip’s as he’s mine though.”

She sighed knowing she was safe to say the words here with no one to listen. “I love him…I love Filip Telford. He doesn’t know about it yet…I’m half afraid to tell him. What if he doesn’t feel the same? I keep thinking of what you’d say…you’d probably tell me that if he’s dumb enough not to love me then he’s too dumb for me. I need him to love me though…it sounds so pathetic to say it…I've never claimed to need anyone to love me...I have always been the type to say that people can love me or hate me and I don't give a damn either way...I like to think I’m independent…that I could go back to life before I met him…I, so much has changed in my life so fast over these past months. I resisted his affections so much when I first met him...I was afraid of what he'd lead me to...of falling back in with SAMCRO. He's made it clear though that he has zero intention of leading me back into the pain that I found with his world...I’m scared of how my life has changed over these past few months, of how things have changed since you died and I came back home, but Filip…he makes it feel so much less scary. I’ve opened up to him so much about my past and I have never felt comfortable enough with anyone to do that. I don't feel so alone with him around. I've never felt that...belonging. I always try to pretend that I don't mind being alone. I try to say that loneliness is just a part of life...Filip makes me want to stop isolating myself...and not accept the idea that I just have to be alone. I have never had that with anyone...the sense that they feel lucky to have me around...the acceptance of me for who I am. I don't have to pretend not to be so morbid or so quick to anger. I don't feel like I have to hide the parts of me that scare other people around Filip. I need him more than he knows. I just keep hoping that maybe he needs me just as bad.”

She shook her head reaching up to wipe at a stray tear threatening to spill from her eye. "I can’t say that you’d be fond of Filip… I can’t say you two would love each other, or even try to pretend to get along…but I think that maybe my loving him would be enough for you…I think me being happy with him would be enough. You always worried about my happiness…about me finding my place in the world. I want to be in his world…it scares me, but I trust that he would keep me safe.”

She spoke again, pulling her hand back from the stone. “I’m going to visit more often…even if you aren’t here, I know you’re not really here…I want to bring Filip sometime. He wants to come with me…to support me. I’m going to let him. I am letting him in…you’d like that…me letting someone in.”

She adjusted the daisies in front of the stone as she spoke. “Even if you wouldn’t be proud of me, I hope you’d still love me. You told me once that a father never stops loving his child. I hope that’s true.”

She stood up, wiping the dirt from her jeans as she spoke. “I love you, Daddy. I’ll see you later.”

She turned ready to make the long trek back to her car hoping that she could maybe get a latte somewhere to perk up enough to make it to the grocery store to gather the items she needed for the week.

She paused as a woman approached her. The professional looking woman was thin and tall with straight dark blonde hair and a pantsuit that screamed Fed. She appeared to be in her mid thirties at least. Her lips were thin and she wore little makeup. She had a narrow straight nose and well manicured brows. Her eyes were dark and they were fixed on Y/N.

She felt a chill run down her spine as the woman approached her giving a calm smile that did not match the intensity of her gaze. “Y/N Y/L/N?”

Y/N nodded her head, her voice tense, she doing her best to appear relaxed and calm. “Speaking.”

The woman pulled a badge from her jacket pocket revealing that Y/N was right to think fed. “Agent June Stahl, ATF.”

Y/N sighed keeping that same relaxed demeanor as she spoke. “Can I help you Agent Stahl?”

“I’m guessing you aren’t here on business? More of a personal visit?” Stahl asked, nodding down at the dark wash jeans and gray babydoll tee Y/N was wearing.

Y/N spoke her stomach turning at Stahl’s avoidance of the question. “I’m not here for work.”

She paused speaking again trying to sound more assertive than she felt. “How can I help you?”

Stahl spoke as she shoved her badge back into her jacket pocket. “What do you know about SAMCRO?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the question. Stahl apparently was ready to jump right into it. She shrugged her shoulders giving the company line Chibs had taught her to give though she’d known the line long before Chibs and she had become involved. “That motorcycle club? Pretty sure they’re just a bunch of mechanics who are motorcycle enthusiasts. Pretty sure they throw a good wild party.”

Stahl smirked at the comment, not surprised by it. “Of course, Didn’t you used to be a frequent attendee of those wild parties?”

Y/N shifted in place, her arms crossing over her chest. “I did use to prefer Jack Daniels to mint tea. Didn’t everyone have a rebellious phase?”

Stahl nodded her head, not missing the chance. “And what a phase it was for you. I have to say I’m kind of annoyed but impressed, Y/N, several arrests under your belt and you served not a moment in a real jail cell. Looks like you got more than a few slaps on the wrist though…guess it helps that your daddy was buddy buddy with the local sheriff.”

Y/N held her head up high fast to respond, keeping her voice even refusing to address how her father had always been willing to appeal to Unser to keep her out of any real trouble. “I am not proud of my past behavior. If I could go back I’d change a few things.”

“Is SAMCRO one of those things you might change? I have taken a look at that rap sheet of yours, sweetheart, looks like the innocent club of motorcycle enthusiasts got you into some trouble back in the day.” Stahl remarked, stepping closer to Y/N.

Y/N stepped back a frown crossing her features. “Like I said, I indulged a little too hard back then…people do dumb shit when they’re drunk.”

“Is one of those dumb things Nathaniel Papadopoulos? Or Gunner…as he seems to insist on being called?” Stahl remarked not shy about bringing up something that she knew would make Y/N cringe.

The mention of Gunner did just that. Y/N crossed her arms tighter, her voice picking up a hint of tension. “I did dumb shit when I drank as much as I did. He was the dumbest. I was nineteen years old when I met him…I wasn’t mature enough to pick romantic partners who were the best for me. Pretty sure most nineteen year olds pick shit men. I wised up and left him. It’s ancient history at this point in my life.”

“What about now? Just what kind of men are you picking?” Stahl remarked a cool smile crossing her lips as she attempted to prod the answer from Y/N.

Y/N sighed fast to respond. “Ones who don’t beat the shit out of me.”

Stahl reached into the professional looking messenger bag she had slung around her arm as she spoke, pulling out a file. “You do pick men with records though. You should have a peek at his.”

She handed the file to Y/N watching as the woman gazed down at it searching for any hint of a chance to pounce.

Y/N gazed down at the open file in front of her, raising a brow at what was clearly Chibs’ rap sheet. She shrugged her shoulders, keeping her calm not bothering to read past a few lines not shocked by what she saw. “Is this supposed to mean something to me?”

Stahl smirked, nodding her head down at the file as she spoke. “Filip Chibs Telford is an interesting man isn't he…if you believe the rumors around town…I find that most rumors have some truth to them.”

She paused nodding down at the file again as she spoke. “You should flip to page two…the arrests in Belfast. He was court martialed and discharged from the Queens Armed Forces at nineteen. Looks like he had a temper in his youth. The arrests in Belfast continue from there. Pretty sure he got into a few brawls on the behalf of the cause…The True IRA tends to frown upon anyone they think may be a loyalist. Looks like Telford took offense to loyalty to the crown, looks like he was not afraid to fight dirty…then there’s the suspicion of a few bombings that he may or may not have been involved in, can’t get a clear answer on that one. Any investigations went nowhere…There were a few rumors about how he may have taken part in the murder of a Northern Irish police officer but there was never any proof to tie him and his associates to it…speaking of his associates in Belfast…his wife…Fiona, she’s definitely True IRA through and through. Third generation, comes by it honestly. Her mugshot is on page three…she got arrested with her husband for one of those brawls I talked about. She is a fiery one…darker than I expected though for an Irishwoman. Pretty sure she’s the Black Irish we always hear about.”

Y/N felt her stomach drop turning the page on autopilot gazing down at the pretty young woman in the photo and a photo of a young Chibs, his face free from the scars that Jimmy O’ had left him with.

Fiona was an elegant looking woman with wild dark curls and piercing dark eyes. Her nose was narrow and her lips were pressed into a smirk that showed she had no worries about having any mugshot taken. She gave off the energy of someone who was well versed in danger and quite content to invoke it if necessary.

Stahl spoke up, a slight smirk on her lips clearly hoping to strike a nerve. “You did know he’s married right?”

Y/N glanced up at Stahl, her face not giving the reaction the woman was probably hoping for. She kept her cool not letting the information of what Chibs had done in Belfast nor the photo of his estranged wife rattle her. “Yes, I was aware. They’re estranged. Divorce unfortunately is not an option…You know how the Catholics are? I’m afraid I don’t know too much about Filip’s years in Belfast aside from the mundane fact that he was a mechanic and that he left some tragedy behind.”

If Stahl was disappointed in Y/N’s reaction she didn’t reveal it as she replied to the comment. “Yes, a true tragedy. I guess you’ve heard all the rumors that fly around Belfast…Jimmy O’Phalen took Fiona and Chibs’ and her daughter for his own…left Telford with a reminder to not even attempt to get them back.”

Y/N clenched down on the file as Stahl motioned to her cheeks lining them along where Chibs’ scars were embedded into his cheeks. She spoke again, a sigh leaving her. “Telford joined up with SAMBEL after that…Guess he was familiar with the MC before hand, so, they were happy to take him on...even though rumor has it O’Phalen banished him from Ireland…guess the banishment finally kicked in though since Telford came stateside back in 2000. He hasn’t seen Fiona or his daughter since Kerrianne was around four. I’m amazed Telford got citizenship in the states…given his record and the trouble he’s gotten into out here.”

Y/N kept her voice flat as she replied. “America is the land of opportunity.”

“That it is…and what opportunity has he found with you?” Stahl dared to ask a small smile crossing her lips hoping to make Y/N squirm.

Y/N spoke knowing the line to give a hint of snark in her voice, deciding that being vulgar might work in her favor. “I open his beers and suck his dick. Pretty sure most men couldn’t ask for more.”

“And what does he say when you wrap those soft lips of yours around that dick of his?” Stahl remarked, proving she was just as vulgar.

Y/N gave her a smile that she hoped read as confident not above continuing with the line of conversation though she was full of shit…they’d not gone that far sexually just yet. “Pretty sure he’s too busy moaning when I take him down my throat. That Scottish accent of his is hard enough to understand on its own…the second he gets is dick wet I may as well not even try to decipher Glaswegian.”

“And what about afterwards…any juicy bits of pillowtalk? Orgasms tend to make lips loose, I find.” Stahl dared to ask she stepping even closer to Y/N.

Y/N gave her a calm smile, the words sliding from her. “He tends to start snoring after he cums…You know men. You rock their world and they reward you by conking out.”

She paused lying through her teeth deciding that playing up the sexual role would work in her favor.

It was a game she’d learned to play during her time in the clubhouse…when she wanted to entice a man into giving her what she wanted.

She found that playing the minx could work in her favor with men and could make straight women intimidated enough to slink back. “I will say that that is the one advantage to getting your rocks off with a woman. Women are a little better at pillowtalk…too bad I like a good thick dick more than a nice wet pussy.”

Stahl smirked giving Y/N a reaction that she’d expected to get if she’d been talking to a man. She sighed, the realization hitting her that Stahl was playing on both teams. She recognized a raging bisexual when she saw one. “I can only imagine…what a shame you have your preferences.”

Y/N spoke as she stepped back, dropping the flirty tone from her voice. “I don’t know too much about SAMCRO. I can’t imagine they’re too interesting. Just a bunch of mechanics who love a good Harley and a crazy party…Like I said, any trouble they may find is usually aided by booze…people do dumb shit when they drink. I’m afraid my party days are over. Most people don’t like the idea of the local undertaker sliding around a stripper pole in a biker clubhouse. Pretty sure Filip would not be too into the idea of seeing me on any pole unless he’s the only one watching.”

“I’ll say it again, what a shame.” Stahl remarked that smirk still on her lips though Y/N did spot a hint of annoyance in the woman’s eyes at the fact that Y/N was still feeding the company line on SAMCRO.

She paused speaking again. “Telford and you make an interesting pair…a funeral director and a biker…just how did you meet?”

Y/N gave her a calm smile, the lie sliding from her lips. “My Acura got a flat tire. We got to talking and one thing led to another. I’ve always had a thing for accents.”

Stahl spoke up, nodding over Y/N shoulder at the gravestones. “You came back to Charming to a big mess from what I heard. Your father left you with some debt?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Y/N remarked her voice cool and collected she snapping the folder she’d been holding shut.

Stahl nodded her head at the comment she daring to bring out the big guns. “I’ve taken a peek at those debts of yours. You paid a little chunk of them off in cash…Just where did you get the cash? The payment was in the thousands. Lots of cash to having lying around with your debts.”

Y/N remembered the lie Chibs had told her to tell. She was relieved he’d given her enough background about Clay and Gemma’s finances, so that she could tell a believable story. “Gemma Teller Morrow asked for my expertise. Her poor grandson having such a frightful entrance into the world got her thinking about her own mortality. Her husband and she were willing to pay me quite well for my time to discuss plans. They know my time is valuable and they took up quite a bit of it…They were willing to make it worth my while as they kept me so busy and out of reach from any of my other duties at work…pretty sure Gemma has some oil investments that give her some nice payouts. I came to them for the plans…made a trip out to the garage to discuss it all and went through the trouble of bringing all of the catalogs I have. They choose a luxury option for their caskets…mahogany and satin. I don’t do home visits for funeral planning, so they wanted to make sure I was compensated for the exception I made for them. They paid me double my usual rate plus travel expenses.”

“That is an extravagant payout.” Stahl remarked her tone of voice hinting she did not buy Y/N’s tale.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, her voice calm knowing she sounded heartless, but it was better to sound heartless than guilty. “People will pay anything to have peace of mind when it comes to death.”

Stahl dared to speak, nodding again at the cemetery around them. “I would have thought they might shy away from using your services…given what happened to those two men you buried a while back.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh shaking her head. “The grave robberies were an unfortunate incident. The families of those poor men were heartbroken over what happened to their loved ones' remains. I did everything in my power to make sure that they were cared for. The family was far more understanding than they had to be. They know I did my part when it came to the care of their loved ones before their final rests were disturbed. I hope the Lodi police find whoever was responsible for such a gruesome act. If I got my hands on them…well let’s just say I don’t approve of anyone fucking with my paychecks.”

Stahl smirked, hating to admit she was impressed with how quick the response was. Y/N was not an easy nut to crack. “And your boyfriend had nothing to do with those empty graves.”

“Why would Filip have anything to do with it? He’s just a mechanic.” Y/N remarked a small laugh leaving her she managing to make the accusation appear as though it sounded ridiculous to her.

“A mechanic with quite the record. You should hang on to that file, Y/N. Take a good look at it. There’s some really interesting bits of information there. Filip Telford is far from innocent. I think you are smart enough to know that. I am also thinking you aren’t so innocent either…that must be why he’s so obsessed with you. If that wife of his is any indication of the kind of woman he likes…then you are one bad girl.” Stahl remarked, nodding down to the folder still in Y/N’s hands.

Y/N gave Stahl a calm smile shrugging her shoulders. “I’m an absolute angel, Agent Stahl.”

She paused, giving the agent a flirty smile as she stepped around her ready to pass. “At least outside the bedroom. Now, if you excuse me. I have some errands to attend to. If you have any further questions you can find me at the funeral home.”

And with that Y/N found herself heading back to her car the folder she held clutched tightly in her hand.

She couldn’t decide if she wanted to burn the folder or not.

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Chibs sighed rolling his eyes at Juice as he rounded the billiards table for what felt like the hundredth time.

He spoke nodding down at the pool cue in the younger man’s hands. “Are ya takin yer damn shot or not? I ain’ got all day, Juicey.”

Juice scowled at the older man, his voice tight. “We put money on this okay? I don’t trust you after last time. I still say you hustled me, talked that damn croweater into distracting me and putting me off my game.”

“Aint my fault yer a shite pool player. I won fair an square.” Chibs snapped back a small smirk on his lips knowing that he had maybe talked the buxom blonde croweater Juice was recalling into helping distract Juice from the game.

It hadn’t been too selfish in Chibs’ opinion. He got Juice laid.

Chibs sighed as his cell phone began to chime he yanking it from his kutte knowing he might as well have a phone call since Juice was nowhere near getting on with the game.

He felt his heart lift at the familiar number as it flashed along his screen. He hit accept call, his voice becoming far more cheery than it had been moments before. “Hen, what are ye doin?”

“I need you, Filip.” She blurted out the comment striking him off guard.

The words were appealing but he was not hearing them in the context he would prefer. Her voice seemed panicked.

She spoke again knowing she sounded paranoid but a voice told her if Stahl was interested in her then who was to say that the feds hadn’t found a way to listen in on her calls. She had little idea how bugging phones worked outside of movies. “I need help with my lamb…seasoning it. You know what to do with lamb.”

Chibs furrowed his brow, thrown off even more by the comment. Y/N didn’t eat lamb.

He’d learned that bit of information when he’d mentioned Half Sack’s vegetarianism to Y/N as well as Gemma’s criticism of vegetarians. Y/N had commented that she was not a vegetarian and didn’t think she would be strong willed enough to be one. She did admit that she couldn’t bring herself to eat veal or lamb though. She had commented that she knew it was stupid as she’d eat the adult versions of cows at least…but she couldn’t get herself to eat lamb nor veal as they were both baby animals. He could remember finding the comment kind of sweet though amusing.

He felt his stomach turn it hitting him she was worried that someone was listening in on the conversation.

He spoke trying to keep his calm and not fly off the handle at the thought. “Are ya safe, Love? Is anyone following ya? Are ya alone?”

“Yeah, no. You know it. I uh…just ran into someone while I was out…we got to talking as she reminded me of how much a pain lamb is to deal with. I know you know just what to do with lamb. So, I thought I’d call in the expert. I thought I might call Gemma about it…you remember what she told me about lamb back when we met to make those future funeral plans for Clay and her. I figured that you might be the person to go to though.” Y/N remarked still keeping her cool not helping but to feel like a moron for this entire charade.

She had a feeling that Chibs seemed to have caught up on the game though and was intelligent enough to decode what she was trying to say.

He spoke tossing the pool cue he’d been holding down on the table not caring if it scattered the balls and alarmed Juice. “Aye, I’ll be there, Hen. Don’t ya worry Mo ghràidh. I’ll handle the lamb fer ye.”

“Okay, be at my place…I’m headed there now.” She provided saying the remaining words in her head. I love you, Filip.

“Aye, I’ll be there soon.” He replied unaware that she was thinking the same thing he was currently thinking. I love you.

He hung up his cell sending Juice nod as he turned to leave. “Game’s over, Laddie. If Clay asks I’m goin to see my ol lady. Gotta help her with some lamb. Tell Gemma to give me a call. She knows what to do with lamb.”

Juice furrowed his brow as he watched Chibs leave the man not paying him any mind. He spoke to an empty clubhouse completely confused by the interaction. “Lamb?”

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Her lips met his the second he walked in the door.

Chibs let himself into Y/L/N and Sons Funeral Home well past knocking and waiting for someone to allow him entrance.

He’d spent almost every night in the home this past week, so formalites like knocking had been forgotten.

He made his way upstairs nodding to Skeeter, the man giving him only rolled eyes in response.

As soon as Chibs stepped past the sliding door that led him into Y/N’s living quarters her lips met his in a bruising kiss.

He returned the kiss, his hands sliding along her body appreciating the figure he’d been shamefully admiring since their first meeting.

She pulled from his lips reluctantly, her voice sounding frantic now that she was far away from Agent Stahl. “An ATF agent ran into me at the cemetery today. Had some questions for me.”

“Shite, who was it?” Chibs dared to ask, having the feeling he already knew the answer.

Y/N took a deep breath trying to calm her anxieties. “Agent Stahl…fucking bitch tried to push my buttons by asking me about my past…Gunner and some other shit. She was eager to mention your wife…and shit that happened in Belfast. Tried to show me mugshots and your criminal record. She left a freaking file with me and told me to take a look at it so I could learn all about you. She’s trying to make me crack and run my mouth. Pretty sure she thinks that if she makes me afraid of you then I’ll turn and give her enough to go after SAMCRO.”

Chibs clenched his jaw, shaking his head, his hold on Y/N tightening. “What’d ye say?”

“I told her I know nothing about what you were up to in Belfast. I know about your wife and am unbothered by it. I know nothing about SAMCRO. I told her all I do is suck your dick and open your beers…I got pretty graphic on that last detail.”

Chibs smirked at the comment, his hand wandering down her body to give her backside a squeeze he was unable to stop himself. “Aye, ye ain given me that privilege yet, Hen. Probably had to use yer imagination on that one, aye?”

She sighed, shaking her head at the comment though it did make a hint of smile cross her features. “I thought the lewd angle would unnerve her…I have the weirdest sense that it turned her on. Pretty sure I can spot a bisexual from a mile away.”

Chibs rose a brow at the information. He spoke, shaking his head at the comment. “Ye know I would rather hear bout ye gettin a woman hot and bothered if she wasn’t a Fed.”

“I know you would…sadly I’m telling you what I told her…pussy doesn’t do it for me the same way a dick does. I have no interest in muff diving anytime soon, sorry to break your heart.” She commented, not shocked by this line of conversation. He truly was a male through and through.

“Aye, can’t say I’m disappointed…I don’t like sharin.” He remarked, surprising her by the certainty in his voice.

He sighed his hand running up and down her back as he spoke again. “Did ye look at the record? My rap sheet?”

“Not really…She mentioned a bunch of crap you pulled in Belfast. Saw a mugshot of Fiona and you…Stahl loved shoving that in my face. She tried to coax me into looking into the entire file.” Y/N explained noticing the tension in Chibs’ body at the mention of his estranged wife and of Belfast.

He felt his throat grow tight as he spoke again knowing that there was nothing he regretted in that file she was discussing. He had to fear that Y/N might find some things she was not pleased to learn about him…especially during his time with the cause. “Wouldn’t care if ye wanted to look at the entire file…ye probably should know bout the lad yer datin.”

Y/N spoke so certain of the words that left her. “I know who I’m dating. I’m dating someone who has been so sweet and so protective of me right from the start. I’m dating someone who makes me laugh and as I recall eats me out like his life depends on it…which indicates he’s going to be pretty well versed in doing other things in the bedroom.”

She paused, pressing a kiss to his cheek catching the hitch in his breath at the mention of their bedroom activities. She spoke again, her voice soothing. “I’m dating a man who has known more pain than any human being should ever have to know, but still remains so strong and so compassionate. I’m dating a man who is loyal to his brothers and would do whatever it takes to protect what he believes in. I’m dating a guy who goes above and beyond to look out for me. He rushed all the way over here after I called him ranting about lamb like a nutcase…he offered to kill someone for me because he knows they caused me pain.”

She spotted his hold on her grew tighter at the mention of Gunner. She spoke once again, her lips pressing back to his cheek. “The man I’m dating has listened to me cry over my brother and my father on our first date and didn’t run screaming. He doesn’t care if my job scares the hell out of everyone. He treats me better than I ever believed I deserved. He proves to me each and every day that he wants me to be treated with all the adoration and security on the planet. He makes me feel safer than anyone has ever been capable of making me feel. I know just who I’m dating. I don’t need a criminal record to tell me a thing about him. I know who he is outside of shit he’s done.”

He sighed, his lips sliding along hers relief washing over him. She spoke as she pulled from the kiss her voice soft. “I don’t need a fucking ATF agent to tell me who I’m dating, because I know him better than she ever will.”

She spoke again, her voice firm. “I am not telling her shit. I’m sure it won’t be the last time she tries to press me over this. I know that ATF is up SAMCRO’s collective ass right now. I’m not telling her a thing though Filip.”

“Aye, I know, Hen. I trust ye. Ye did so good, Love. Fuckin gash doesn’ stand a chance with my lass.” Chibs praised her, the comment making Y/N preen somewhat. She was surprised by the feeling. She didn’t think she had a praise kink, but anything was possible.

He pressed a kiss to her lips he fast to speak again. “I want ye to keep tellin her the same thing, Hen. Ye don’t know shite. She ain’ got nothin on ye. She probably thought the fuckin life I was forced from in Belfast was some big secret I was keepin from ye.”

Y/N nodded her head knowing that was exactly what Stahl had been hoping for. She spoke a soft sigh leaving her. “She brought up the empty graves…Kept my story the same as always.”

“That’s my hen. Ye know yer in the clear on that mo ghràidh. Ye’d already be in handcuffs and been carted away if they had shite on that.” Chibs reassured her a sense of comfort washing over at at the words.

She knew he was right. It had been long enough. Lodi had left her alone and she had a feeling the ATF didn’t care about two empty graves when the local P.D. had failed to connect the dots between her, SAMCRO, and those bodies.

She had a feeling the ATF was more interested in the gun running that SAMCRO was secretly engaging in.

Any pressure Stahl was placing on her was to entice her into slipping up and saying something Chibs had told her in confidence. She knew that the agent was getting nothing from her.

Y/N would never betray the man she loved no matter how much Stahl irritated her and attempted to intimidate her.

She allowed her lips to slide along Chibs’ , the pair growing lost in the moment. She parted her lips from his knowing that there was only one thing she wanted at this moment that could make this day seem less awful. “I want you to take me to my room and love me so good that I forget all this crap.”

Chibs felt his heart rate increase at the comment, a warm flush of lust spreading throughout him. Was she offering what he hoped? “Aye, is that so? Are ye sure, Hen? Ye want it all?”

She nodded her head stunned at the realization of how badly she wanted this. She pressed her lips to his the kiss feather light before she spoke. “I am so sure. Take me to my room and love me Filip.”

He felt the moan leave his lips as she took his hands in hers leading him from the room to their destination.

He knew he had every intention of giving her what she was asking for.

He would give her anything. It was a realization he was quite content with.

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