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[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR CHAPTER 48  

Disclaimer We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.”

The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC

We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us.

Chibs

Standing under the steaming hot shower, I bow my head.

Until we can figure out how to keep the gun running back online, we’re proper fecked.

Clay wants us to keep promises we don’t have the resourced to back.

It’s going to end ugly for all of us if he keeps flying by the seat of his pants with the things will work out bullshit.

I don’t put me faith in fate being kind.

Not to men like us.

They don’t know the true IRA feels about failure, even if it was out of your control.

I trace my fingers over the scars of my Glasgow smile.

We’d be lucky if all they wanted to do was part ways peacefully and held us at no fault.

Clay thinks he’s the biggest baddest thing out there, but I know better. 

We’re getting sloppy and making dicey decisions instead of regrouping and coming at things correctly.

It’s a quick way to run a long-standing club into the ground.

Jackie Boy’s been trying to pick up the slack, but Clay ain’t going to ride off into the sunset easily.

Makes for a shit transitional period, putting us all in the crossfire.

I love me brother, Tig, but he can let duty blind him.

He doesn’t challenge Clay’s choices but as SA, that’s not his job, it’s Jackie Boy’s.  

My boy needs to win others over if he hopes to stand in the face of Clay’s heavy-handed bullshit.

Images of car bombs, fires, and shootings breaking out in the street flash through my brain. He doesn’t want a warzone here.

I think of my wife asleep in bed.

And neither do I.

If push comes to shove, I’ll always choose her safety over all else.

Someone has to look out for the girls because Clay is too occupied with keeping his slipping grip on the Sons.

Passing the club down to the next President in his prime is a rite of passage.

The natural order of things.

The more we go against the grain, the more we’ll continue to lose.

Holding those thoughts inside has been slowly eating at me.

Maybe now Jax could understand, but I’m not one hundred percent certain, so I’ll wait.

Turning off the shower, I step out, dry off, and slip into bed.

“Mmm. Fillip.”

“Aye. Go back to sleep love. I’m only here for a few hours before I have to report back to the club.”

She groans. “What’s going on?”

“Just a bit of renegotiating with the boyos across the pond. Ye keen I always have to be present when it involves them.”

Sighing, she wiggles free and turns on her side to face me. “That’s the deal that brought you here?

“Something like that.”

“C-can they force you to come back if they’re displeased?” I hear the fear in her voice.

“No leannan. I’m Samcro official now.”

“But the Tru IRA—”

“Is a beast of another color love. Dennae even try to figure them out. Their hate runs so deep it clouds everything else. They are more than believers; they’re overzealous cult followers. I know because I was one. It’s brainwashing. And I say that as a disciple who once worshipped at their temple and bought all their bullshit wholeheartedly cause I had nothing else. It’s a dangerous place to be, starved and desperate for belonging. It’ll make the smartest man blind. I was for a long time. I thought they were me family for life. But all anyone is to them is a weapon. Tha minute you lose your usefulness they’ll put you out on your arse. All they do is backbite and claw at each other to get the top. It takes everything you have. And leaves no room for anything else.”

“I’m sorry you lived that life, Fillip. But when I said forever. I meant it. You’ll always have a home and someone who loves you.”

The amazing thing about her words is that I know she means them. This beautiful woman loves my sorry ass to the very marrow of her bones.

“And I you. You’re my heart, soul, and reason to live, always.”

“Filip,” She whines in that needy way that make me hard.           

“I mean it.” I trace her face with my fingertips, memorizing it to keep me for the trip I know is coming.

“I waited so long for you to see me. I never thought this would be my life.”

“I almost told ye how I felt once you know? We were out on the beach it was your 25th. And ye had this gold bikini. Ack, yew were so feckin grown up lookin. I couldnae hide it any longer. I was gonna lay it all on the line because the thought of yew not being mine for one more second had me crazed.”

“Why didn’t you?” She whispers.

“Fecking Clay sent me out on a run and when I came back...”

“I was with Kyle.” Her voice breaks.

“But none of that matters now.  Cause we’re here. I jes wanted you to know it was never one-sided.”

“Filip?”

“Aye?”

“I still have that bikini.”

“Fuck.” I exhale.

“Hold tight. I’ll be right back.”

I sit up in the bed, letting the sheet fall to my lap.

Excitement courses through my veins.

What feels like an eternity later, she walks toward me on five-inch gold stilettos.

Her curvy hips sway.

Her breasts are fuller and threaten to spill out of the triangles.

Licking my lips, I growl at the bronze skin on display.

“Hi Daddy,” She purrs.

My dick strains against the expensive linen sheet.

“So feckin beautiful, Leannan.” I inhale her coconut and roses scent as she crawls onto the bed toward me.

Pausing she presses her palms to my thighs and squeezes.

“Jaysus fecking Christ.”

“I want you to show me exactly what you wanted to do that day, Daddy.”

I pull her up into my lap and hold her down in my lap. “Feel what you do to me, Journee. Every time we’re together I have to hide how hard my cock is.”

She gasps. “Every time?”

“When I get me self off it’s your face I picture.”  I rock my hips, grinding up into her heated pussy.

“You don’t have to do that now.” She licks her full lips and circles her hips, leaning back.

“Are you ready to be mine, bonnie lass?”

“I’ve always been yours.”

Moving forward, I suck her breast through the bikini top.

Her nipple hardens in my mouth and she cries out.

Palming her ass, I suck harder as she slides up and down my cock. Moisture coats her bottoms and the sheets.

“Feck. I need to feel you, love.”

“Inside. Please, Daddy.”

Ripping the sheet away, I push her bottoms to the side and slip into her slick velvet sheath. Groaning as she surrounds me snugly, I bite her nipple gently and tug.

“Yes.” She grips my shoulders, digging her nails in as she bounces up and down in my lap. Clutching her hips, I drive up with sharp thrusts.

 Soaking my cock her slick covers me, marking me as hers.

I watch her breasts sway as our bodies slap together.

Shivering, I feel chills traveling up my spine.

Her pussy pulses around me, and I explode, coating her insides.

I press my face into her neck, breathing her in as I struggle to regain my breath.

“It’s time I stop smoking.” I only half-tease. I might not ever be able to full kick the nicotine habit, I’ll continue cutting down so I can be here longer for me family.

She hums.

“Whatever you want Daddy,” She nuzzles my neck as I lay us down.

I can grab a few winks before I have to be at the club again. ~~

Four hours later, I’m locked into a meeting about the worst kind of man, A pedophile.

 I’ve seen so much dark shit, it’s all I can to cling to the light that Journee gives off.

I was close to drowning before we got ourselves together.

I listen to the club go back and forth over the table, like a young girl’s life being tainted forever is a matter of business.

It doesn’t feel right.

I hold my tongue and wait to see where everyone lands.

It’s always good to know the type of brothers you’re surrounded by.

They restore a bit of my faith when they agree to handle the fucker.

If he’s hanging around in Charming, he’s a risk to our women.

First chance I get I’m warning the girls.

Thankfully, when the cops arrive, I’m exempt from the cross-examination because I wasn’t at Fun Town.

“We need to let the girls know to be on the alert, Jackie Boy,” I tell him as we pull up to the fairgrounds to watch Hale and the carnies.

“Yeah.” He nods his head in agreement pulling his phone out to text LeeLove I’m sure.

I shoot off a text telling her to be safe and watch out for any strangers around town cause we have a situation that’s yet to be handled.

Her okay Daddy, is a small relief. She’s a girl with a good head on her shoulders and knows when it comes to her and LeeLove’s safety, we don’t fuck about.

The sight of my prospect riding a mini bike is enough to bring a bit of hilarity in this dark time.

Pulling up we kill our engines and turn to look at Sack on the tiny motorbike with great amusement.

“Been talkin' to the Fun Town carnies for over an hour.” Sack nods to where Hale’s trying to get the out of towners to open up.

“Stay on him.” Jax orders as Hale makes his way back to his Jeep.

Prospect’s tiny bike putters to life and he turns to look up at us.

“Think you guys could double up, let me take one of your bikes?” He pleads as Jax and I both shake our heads.

“Not unless Chibby suddenly morphs into my old lady.” Jax says smarmily making me chuckle.

“Aye, or he mine!” I add as Sack groans loudly.

Hale’s jeep roars to life and he speeds off the fairgrounds.

“He's goin'.” I point to Hale, and Sack sighs before puttering off on his bike.

Jackie boy and I share a look before bursting out into a moment of much needed laughter before we get serious knowing duty calls.

Off our bikes, we make our way to question the carnies.

The resistance doesn’t sit right.

We press them with the force they’re due and they fold, sharing what they told the cops.

“We need to clue Unser in on this,” Jax says.

“Aye.”

While he does that, I’ll see me wife and reassure myself she’s fine in person.

Back on my bike, I let the wind take away the anger as we speed back into town.

 I don’t want to come to her like this.

She’s my peace.

As Jax takes himself to Floyds I stop into Sweet Ink.

Stepping inside, I scan the area for anyone suspicious.

There’s a GB seated in a chair by the window who nods at me.

I nod back as Holly stands from behind her desk. Her hair is half black, half green now.

It’s always a fun game to see what colors she’ll have next.

“Hey Chibs. I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

“I was in the area, so I figured I’d stop by.”

“You picked a good time. She just finished up her last client. She’s cleaning up, so you can go on back.”

“Appreciate it.” I rap my knuckles on her desk and move through the workstations to her private area in the back.

I knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“Can I come in, Leannan?”

“Daddy?” The door is yanked open.

Her big brown eyes are sparkling with excitement and an adoration that makes me grin.

“Was in the neighborhood, figured I’d stop by.”

Grabbing my cut, she rises on tiptoes and presses her lips against mine.

“I’m glad you did.” Relaxing her body against mine, she snuggles up to my chest and wraps her arms around my neck.

“What was that text about earlier?”

“Tristan Oswald got raped at Fun Town last night. We’re looking for the guy who did it.”

She jerks away from me, face twisted in disgust and horror. “Oh my God. That’s horrible.”

“I know, Mo. We don’t know who did this, or if they’d try again, so you and Leelove need to be extra careful, yeah?” I cup the back of her neck as she nods.

“Of course.”

“That’s a good lass.”

I hear a bike engine rev and sigh. “I have to go with Jax now, Mo. I don’t know if I’ll see you again before I leave for my run to Canada.” I run my knuckles up and down the side of her face, relishing her soft skin.

“Do what you need to do and come back to me, Fillip.”

“Aye. Always will, love.” I give her one last lingering kiss before, I release her and make my way back outside, slipping into club mode.

Chibs is a different being than Fillip.

He has to be.

[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR CHAPTER 47  

Disclaimer We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.”

The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC

We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us.

Journee

With the lockdown off I couldn’t wait to get to my shop.

Rushing out of the house, with a bagel between my teeth, I hurry to my car.

I’m opening for the first time in forever, and I don’t want to be late.

Chibs has been busy with the club, and things have been lonely and tense.

Between being there for Jax and Lee about Abel, keeping up appearances for Sam Cro with volunteering, and learning the ropes as an Old Lady, I’ve missed pursuing my passion.

Stepping back from the shop was an inevitable thing, but I was going to do it on my own time and terms.

I soak up the sunshine beating down on me as I hit the key fob and slip behind the wheel.

Turning the key, I pull out of the long drive, straighten out the car, and take a big bite.

The cream cheese dances along my tastebuds, and I hum my approval as it slakes the gnawing hunger in my stomach.

I hate late starts.

Driving through the quiet town, I admire the quaint shops, and people gathered for the summer season.

We get a decent amount of tourism here.

It’s a welcome boost to our community and helps keep the hours on during the slower seasons.

Charming is a carefully balanced ecosystem.

It’s part of why the Sons are so essential to the town’s well-being, despite what the naysayers try to get people to believe.

Too much influx and change and we’ll lose the small-town feel with mom and pops.

Not enough growth and we’ll wither up and die.

 It’s part of the battle between people like the Hales and Oswalds.

As long as the major players share the Son’s vision for the place we live we’ll come out on top.

It’s why our positive presence, charities, volunteer work, and friendly approachable appearance of the old ladies is so important.

Parking, I step out of the car, and hurry to the front door.

Unlocking it, I move inside and inhale the fresh scent of the coffee set to brew each morning to greet me.

Nine o’clock isn’t early, but when you keep the club hours, it can feel like it.

Moving around the shop I check on the levels of cleanliness, inventory for stock, and state of the equipment.

This has been a first run for Holly and the crew I’d been building up.

I had check-ins via phone and computer, but there was nothing quite like seeing it in person.

The back of the house and workstations were up to snuff.

Now I wanted to delve into the books.

 Keeping my nose clean was essential.

Like everyone connected to the club, I too was susceptible to searches, inquiries, and harassment from those unhappy with club activities and we had learned long ago not cross streams with the legitimate businesses.

I had a working relationship with the police after one too many broken-hearted females or crows had come in and decided to show their asses.

Sitting behind the desk, I pull out the books and get to cross-checking.

Lee’s offered to handle my books for me more than a few times, but it was important to me as the business owner to handle all parts of my business.

Not to say I didn’t have her do a quick check now and then.

My eyes are swimming, and my temples are on the verge of aching when a bell rings above the front door saving me from an impending headache.

I push the ledgers aside, and stand, shocked to see David Hale.

“You’re back.” He says with a soft smile.

While not my type, I can see why some might find him charming.

He’s not hard on the eyes, just a little too goody two shoes for my liking…and young.

“Yeah. Is everything okay?” I glance out the large windows to the street behind him.

When a big enough disturbance occurs, the police station often alerts local business owners.

“No, no. Not at all. I just wanted to check-in. Seems there’s been a lot of activity happening around the Sons lately.” He glances out the window as if the brothers are just going to magically appear.

“Oh?” I play dumb, keeping my face open and blank.

“Yeah. Jax and his new baby, and you getting married.” His tone shifts to something I can’t quite place, but don’t really like.

“Luckily his son is getting better by the day. I’m the godmother, you know,” I say conversationally.

“I know you’ll be a wonderful one. I wanted to uh-” He clears his throat, and I wait patiently. There’s something on his mind and whatever it is could help his prepare for his next move.

“-Check in and see if you were doing okay.” He leans on my front counter and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“Well, that’s kind, but I’m not the one dealing with a sick child.” I smile politely, stepping back from it.

“I mean are you being treated okay.” He tucks his hands in his pockets and my jaw drops.  Is this about Chibs?

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I ask carefully.

“Your uh…. Husband has quite the rap sheet.” Fuck is he looking into his past?

“Well, so does the rest of my family to be fair.”

“Not you.” He smiles at me and my stomach turns.

The not-so-secret crush has always made me uncomfortable, but I try to be kind and not piss off the long arm of the law who could make shit really uncomfortable.

His prying could be a major problem.

“Well, you know me, a goody-two-shoes.” I shrug.

“An upright citizen with a thriving business. You’re the future of charming, Journee. We need more people like you to bring us into the modern age.” He offers me a smile, trying to hold my gaze. 

“Oh, what’s so good about modern, David?” I try to keep things light.

“No one can freeze time.” The severity of his expression makes me want to take a step back.

“Well, that’s true, but there’s something to be said about tradition, history, and honoring those who came before us.”

He chuckles. “You always did make a great argument. It’s why I enjoyed being on the debate team with you.”

“Likewise. You always followed the laws to the letter. It was a learning exercise for a free spirit like me.” I emphasize our differences.

“Fillip Telford is a dangerous man, and where people like that go, trouble can follow. I.-I don’t want to see you caught up in any crosshairs. We both know you’ve been lucky enough to avoid them thus far.”

Does he know about his Ira connections? Is he trying to get me to slip?

“Or maybe there’s nothing you need to be concerned about,” I suggest.

He steps closer. “I think we both know that’s not true.”

Swallowing, I glance at the clock to the left.

The hands are just kissing ten.

It’ll be another thirty minutes before anyone arrives to interrupt this strange conversation.

“Well, we’ve always seen things differently there,” I say with a fake laugh.

The roar of motorcycles on the street is a blessing.

I sidestep him and move outside waving at the Sons going by. They steer towards me and I breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of Tiggy. Though Uncle Clay’s grumpy face is an unwelcome addition.

“Everything good, Wifey?” Tig asks, sliding his sunglasses down his nose as he peeks over at Hale’s truck parked in front. 

I gesture to the window behind me without saying a word.

The door opens and Hale follows me out.

“Well if it isn’t our good ole Deputy Chief, Hale,” Clay exclaims.

“I was just welcoming Journee back. She was missed while she was away,” He mumbles.

“And we appreciate that thoughtfulness—”

“But she’s well taken care of,” Tiggy says coldly. I

 hate the curious glint in Clay’s eyes.

He’s always calculating and figuring out how he can use bits and pieces of information for his gain.

I used to think that’s just what the Prez does, but having spent enough time around T.O., I really it’s just Clay’s way.

“I think she can be the judge of that,” David says calmly.

He nods his head at me. “See you later, Journee.”

“Always nice talking to you, Hale,” Tig calls to his retreating form.

“What the hell was that?” Clay asks under his breath.

“A high school crush he should’ve gotten over a long time ago,” Tig answers.

“Is that right?” Clay drawls.

I nod. Do I tell them about his questions regarding Chibs?

“Well do make sure you keep the lines of communication open sweetheart, never hurts to have a good friendship with local law.” Clay wraps his arm around my shoulders and gives a brief squeeze that does nothing to comfort the nerves in my belly. 

“Of course, Uncle Clay.” I nod and glance to Tiggy.

His jaw ticks and he slips his arm around my waist to squeeze me towards him.

 “He gives you any trouble, you let me know.”

“He’s harmless. I don’t want you to worry. I just needed him gone before my first client of the day came in and he scared them off.” I fake laugh and roll my eyes.

Tig grunts, not quite believing me but placates with a kiss to my cheek.

“Good. You keep him on the hook. We need all the inside information we can get when it comes to David Hale.”

“Got it. Well, don’t let me keep you. I know how busy you are.” I step back as they mount their bikes before they rumble back to life.

I’m relieved when they pull away from the street.

Suddenly I have a lot more to think about than numbers.

 I scan the area as casually as possible. I

s he watching me even now, surveilling the shop?

Hurrying inside, I take a seat at my desk and pulling out my cell phone, I text Lee with a shaky hand.

“Vanana Bodca.” I use the emergency word that’s a throwback to our first drunken catastrophe with Gemma’s stolen bottle of Banana Vodka.

My phone rings a moment later.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

“It could be nothing,” I caution.

“Journee Sweetheart if you really thought that you’d never use our code. Spill.”

“Hale stopped by this morning.” I start, trying to make sense of the earlier convo.

“Ewe Why?” Lee’s immediate response has me chuckle.

“I don’t know, he was just…being strange and asking weird questions about Chibs. It just felt weird Lee. Like, I-I Don’t even feel safe talking in here right now.” I peer up towards the door once more, afraid he’s gonna wander his way back in.

“Well then I’m coming to get you.”

“No. I have a full day. I just got back, I can’t run out on my business like that.”  I sniffle and fight back tears.

I built this from the ground up with sweat equity and a loan I paid back in full.

I won’t let anyone take it from me.

“Okay. Okay. A lunch though.”

“I.” Inhaling, I breathe out deeply. “I can do that.”

“What time are you available? I’m wide open after one o’clock.”

“Two?”

“I’ll be there babe. And if anything at all gets weird, Call your first born immediately. When Jax checked in with me this morning, he not so casually informed that Juicy’s just doing his comp stuff at the clubhouse and can be downtown in an instant.”

“Yeah.” I bite the inside of my cheek knowing if I pull Juicey into this, he’ll call Chibs and I HATE making Chibs worry about anything when he’s away. All I want him to do is focus on being safe and coming back to me.

“I’m fucking serious.”

“I know. I will. I promise.” I swear. Lee and I never break a promise to each other.

She sighs and I can practically picture her nodding her approval on the other end of the line.

“Thank you. Please be safe, babe. I love you.”

“I will. And I love you too.”

Her soothing voice has talked me down off a ledge.

Walking over to the coffee pot, I pour a fresh cup, doctor it with sugar and creamer, and bring the nectar to my lips.

Drinking deep, I let my racing mind settle, and go over what I know.

David Hale has always said disparaging things about the club and tried to make Lee and I believe they’re the devil itself.

That’s nothing new.

He has a save us mentality with nice guy syndrome all wrapped up into one.

The thing that set me off was his interest in Chibs.

Maybe I’m just an overprotective Old Lady but hinting at his past makes me anxious as fuck.

Always listen to your gut Cocoa. Happy’s rough growl of a voice replays in my head.

I’ll be more diligent, and return the favor.

If Hale wants to watch me, I’d be remiss to not return the favor.

This is a small town, and I’m an ace at gathering secrets.

Reassured, I set my coffee aside and decide it’s time to take a walk down to the Gossip Central, Lola’s.   

After the bakery added a coffee component, they became a staple for all the old biddies who peddle gossip like drugs to gather.

They deal them out, re-telling the secrets of others for entertainment.

All I have to do is turn on the charm, flash my ring, and ask to be filled in.

They’ll take care of all the rest.

Feeling better with a plan in place, I lock the shop down and stroll to the bakery.

Stepping in I grin as the shrill greetings begin to fly.

Elma and Edith, two sisters, who know everyone and everything rise from their semi-permanent place at the back booth.

Their curly blue-tinged hair bells out around their round weathered faces.

Dressed in prim and proper floral button-down dresses with slip-ons, they surround me in a white diamond-scented three-way hug.

“You’re back. Tell us all about your trip and the wedding.”

I laugh. “I have a few photos if you want to see them.”

“Well of course we do.” I pull my phone out with my right hand, making sure to flash my left hand.

Edith squeals. “Look at that rock.” Grabbing my hand, she tilts it this way and that, letting it catch the sun's rays.

“He did a good job didn’t he?”

“Yes, he did. That sweet Scottish boy always had manners and charm,” Elma swoons.

Am I going to have to fight old broads for my man too?

“I’m here to tell you, everything you thought was true. He’s been amazing,”

They sigh.

Easing my hand from her death grip, I pull up one of my favorite shots.

A photo of us kneeling in front of the priest, wrapped in a rosary.

“Such a traditional girl. You deserve this.” Edith pats my cheek as her sister nods.

“Thank you, ladies. We went to visit his family back in Scotland, and while I loved every moment of it.” I lean in.

“I missed my town and my shop.”

They smile.

“That’s alright. A modern woman like you can have it all.”

I nod.

“But I’m behind on the goings on. Can you help me catch up?” I put on my most innocent expression.

“Well, little Tara Knowles is back in town as a doctor and living in that awful, crowded home her  drunk hoarder of a father left her when he passed.”

So that’s where the bitch is hiding.

“Wow. I never thought she’d come back here. She had such lofty big city dreams.” I widen my eyes to disguise the snark.

Edith bristles.

“Young people think this is the worst place to be, only to get out in the real world and discover how wrong they were.”

“Word has it she’s out to rekindle things with that brother of yours.”

I laugh. “Oh, that’ll never happen.”

“Do tell,” Elma says, practically vibrating with excitement.

“He’s a happily committed man.”

“Oh,” they whisper.

“My best friend, Lee.”

“What a beautiful couple they make!” Elma gushes.

I grin. “They’ve been dancing around each other for years. I’m so glad the time finally aligned for them,” I admit happy to boast about two of my favorite people.

Edith clears her throat.

“Well it seem that Donna Winston is struggling financially. She had to leave a whole mess of groceries when she tried to pay because they no longer accept her cheeks after the last three bounced.”

I wince.

My heart aches for the stubborn bastard.

The moment he got with Donna he stopped thinking with his brain.

He knows the way things are here, and she doesn’t.

It’s leading them to ruin.

“I hate to hear that,” I whisper honestly.

“It’s okay I saw your Gemma, pick up the bill and bring the groceries out to her. Though Peg, who watched it all go down, specifically said  that little miss hoity toity was less than grateful.” Elma sniffs, and shakes her head.

“That’s my Ma, always thinking about others.” I say proudly.

“And poor Unser can’t catch a break. One of trucks was robbed during the delivery run. I heard losing the account is now going to stop him from stepping down. Can’t retire without that income. Poor thing,” Edith tsks.

“What with his cancer and all,” Elma adds softly.

“Wait. He’s not stepping down?” I ask, wondering if that was part of what prompted David’s visit.

He must be pissed and blaming the Sons.

He’s probably right.

Why was Unser’s truck robbed? We always do the security detail. The old chief has done us so many favors it’s the least we can do.

“Our brother, Floyd, said David Hale stomped into the barber shop with bees all in his bonnet because his promotion was stalled. Said he rattled on about Samcro influencing his decision.”

“He always was a little too ambitious,” I admit in a whisper.

They nod their agreement.

I glance at the clock. “Well, ladies as much as I hate to gab and run, I must be off to greet my first client. It was so lovely catching up with two of my favorite ladies.” I wink playfully.

“You Come and talk again soon.” Elma says giving me a nod.

“Oh, I will.” Smiling, I give a wave as I walk out, thinking Lee and I have plenty to discuss.

[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR CHAPTER 46

Disclaimer We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.”

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Jax

I roll to a stop with Lee on the back of my bike, and a green Jeep pulls up beside me.

“How you doing, Jax, Lee?” I turn to see the clean-cut Deputy Chief, David Hale.

I hate that he even has my old lady's name in his mouth.

The Hales have never made it a secret that Charming would be better off without the Sons.

Fast-talking rich folks looking to build an empire, they don’t give a shit about the town as a whole.

They only want to pillage it for what they can earn from it.

Hale has always fancied himself as some sort of Boy Wonder superhero, but never realized he just gives us serious Nice Guy© vibes.

“Sorry to hear about Wendy and the baby. Is your sister doing okay? Haven’t seen her around the shop.”

“Thanks. I imagine she’s enjoying her honeymoon like most newlyweds do.”

He spent all of high school chasing my sister.

It was annoying as hell.

Hale scowls and Lee clears her throat, squeezing me tighter to remind me to play nice.

Baby J has always gone out of her way to keep that friendship intact and help keep him from going full lover scorned on the club.

“You know, I took a ride out to the streams today. Saw that warehouse that burned down.”

Son of a bitch is already causing trouble and he’s not even promoted yet.

“Outside your jurisdiction, ain't it?” I ask, trying to figure out his angle.

The little weasel wants to paint himself as some kind of big-city detective type.

“Did either of you ever hear of a Bluebird Supply Company? They hold the title on that parcel,” Hale continues, ignoring my question.

He pins his gaze on Lee. I don’t like him trying to involve my old lady.

“I never heard of them so I’m sure she ain’t either.”  Why the hell did he have to catch me at the light?

“Whole area was littered with casings and gun parts. That warehouse was a weapons depot.”

“No kidding?” I say looking forward.

Lee gives me another reassuring squeeze.

“Chief Unser's retiring at the end of this month. I'll be stepping into those shoes. Unser's always had a "look the other way" policy with the Sons of Anarchy.”

“Unser's a lazy drunk.” I pitch the agreed-upon story to help discredit the old man who’s always been on the take.

“I will not look the other way, Jax. Just a friendly heads-up.”

“We're all free men protected by the Constitution. You look any way you want, Chief,” Speeding up, I overtake Hale’s vehicle.

This changes everything.

Another weight is placed on my shoulders as I make my way to the hospital.

I’ll figure this out later. Right now is all about Abel. He deserves that much from me.

Parking, we exit the bike and make our way outside his room, where Tara is conveniently positioned. Fuck my life.

Lee twines our fingers together and squeezes.

 I see Tara’s gaze dart from me to her.

Her hyperfixation makes me antsy.

A few years ago this was all I dreamed about.

But now I just want her to keep her distance.

I nod politely and she leaves the spot beside Abel’s incubator to join us outside.

“Look babe, he’s moving around a lot,” I smile at Lee who nods.

“It’s a good sign.”

“Yeah. All his vitals are up,” Tara says interjecting herself into the conversation.

I turn my head to meet her gaze.

“Any permanent damage? 'Cause of the drugs- Brain or anything?”

“Can't know for sure. But everything so far points to full recovery.”

I need an eta on her exit from our lives like yesterday.

 Lee clears her throat, drawing Tara’s attention. “How long is he gonna be in that thing?”

“Could be weeks. But he'll be in the NICU for at least two or three months.”

Too long.

A buzzing sound interrupts our conversation. Lee pulls out her phone and winces. “It’s your  Mom, I Need to take this.”

I nod. “I’ll hold down the fort here.” I wait till she disappears around the corner to grill Tara.

“So what the hell are you doing here Tara?”

“What?”

“Just figured you'd land a million miles from this place. You always hated it here.”

“No, I didn't hate Charming, Jax. Just... me in it at the time,” She answers lamely.

“Yeah.” I scowl, remembering the cold-blooded Dear John treatment.

“Looks like Wendy's gonna be okay,” She quickly changes the subject.

I roll my eyes. I’m done with that junkie’s shit.

As soon as I can, I’m getting her rights revoked and making Lee his official mother.

“Define "okay,” I say sarcastically.

“We're taking her through sedated detox. She'll be out for a couple of days. So…. You two are really together?” Tara nods at the direction Lee walked.

“Yeah, I finally got my shit together enough to be with the right woman. One I shoulda been with all along.”

I savor the small wince of pain my words cause her.

Good. Maybe she’ll get the picture and back off.  

“W-what about Wendy? How’d that happen if you were so devoted to dream girl.” The envy in her voice is toxic.

 “Took me a minute to get my shit together. Wendy was a way to pass the time when she was sober. Ten months ago she got clean and we tried to reconcile maybe give it a go. Didn't work out too well.”

“Well, looks like one good thing came out of it.” She looks toward Abel.

“Yeah, two things did. I should get going.”

Clearing her throat she fidgets with her badge, clearly disappointed in my lack of response.

 “Yeah. I'm late for rounds.”

“It’ll be good when Lee and I get our son home.”

Her eyes widen and she nods before rushing off.

Always leaving when shit gets uncomfortable.

Lee rushes back, pale face, and eyes dilated.

“Hey, we need to get to the clubhouse. I need to talk to Ma. She called me about a 911 situation.”

I nod. “Alright. My next stop was the clubhouse. We’re having another meeting.”

She tenses. “Lockdown again?”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “We’ve got some shit sorted out. But per club usual, other shits popping off.”

She nods. Tension flows from her shoulders, and I see the relief in knowing what little I can tell her. This open-door policy is going to serve us both well.

“Let’s get out of here.” Wrapping an arm around her, I kiss her head, grateful to have someone to lean on.

Back on the bike, I travel to the clubhouse unable to enjoy the ride.

We’re up to our neck in problems and Clay and I are setting up in opposite corners.

I watch Lee disappear into the office with Ma as I head to Church, pitching my phone into the box.

 Entering, we gather around the First Nine hand crafted wooden table.

As a kid I dreamed about the day I’d get to take a seat at it, but right now, the damn thing cause a knot in my stomach every time I’m at it.

I sit back listening to Clay ramp up for more bloody violence.

We start leaving a trail of bodies and they’re going to be up our ass.

We need to be smarter.

Things in Charming are changing, and our approach needs to do the same.

 I don’t want my family back on a lockdown watching their every move more than usual.

It’s time I speak up and act in my role of V.P.

“What if I can do this without spilling blood?” The looks they all give me tell me they still think my head is fucked up over Abel.

Rolling my eyes I lean forward.

“Look, this isn't me tripping some guilt shit because of my kid. This is about one of us thinking straight. Brains before bullets, right?” I point to the sign, reminding them of my father’s legacy.

This is what he wanted.

His manifest has me thinking differently.

Clay pauses, and I hold my breath. The man has never liked to cede control. “Let's hear it.”

“All we need for a murder are bodies and a crime scene,” I say.

“Jackie boy, now you lost me.” Chibs raises an eyebrow.

“Skeeter- He's always got more gambling debt than he can handle. I'll make it worth his while.”

“The cemetery guy?” Bobby asks skeptically.

“Cash for cadavers. I Like it.” He nods his approval. Having him in my corner feels damned good.

 “I give Lodi a front-page murder. We don't stir up another shit storm to bite us in the ass,” I add looking at Tig.

“What about educating Darby?” Tig replies, shoulders tense.

He’s testing me, making sure I can cover all our bases.

“I'll figure that out. The important thing is to keep your D.N.A. Out of the petri dish- Protect the club.” And keep my Old Lady from being pissed her Pops is locked up again.

“Path of least resistance always best, right? We'll do it your way, V.P. All right,” Clay says.

We rise and he pauses on the way out, keeping me back with him.

“Don't make me regret this.”  I hear the words he’s not saying.

This is my chance to prove myself as something more than a pretty boy getting by on his father’s legacy.

This must be the day of shit not going my way.

Turns out ole Skeeter had turned over a new leaf and swore off gambling.

Only thing the fucker wanted was Emily Duncan.

Which means I have some convincing to do.

I run a hand through my hair as I walk over to Lee who’s cooking dinner for the boys in the clubhouse in the kitchen area.

“Hey babe. You got a minute.”

Journee looks up. “Uh oh, he’s got his ‘you’re not going to like what I have to say’ face on.”

“Shut it, brat.”

“Am I right though?”

“Yeah.” I sigh.

It’s a blessing and a curse how well my girls know me.  

“What’s going on, Jackson.” She walks toward me.

“I have a situation to handle that’s going to require some finesse.”

She frowns. “And you’re worried because?”

“It involves a Crow.”

Lee tenses.

“Boy, are you out of your fucking mind?” Journee asks moving up to stand behind her.

“Hey.” I hold up my hands. “Nothing’s going to happen. But she will be coming here to see me. I couldn’t have her at our house could I?”

“No,” Lee grumbles. “I don’t like it, Jax.”

“Hey. I don’t either babe. But you trust me, right?” I tilt my head, searching her eyes.

“Of course, I do.”

“Good. Just wanted to let you know before bullshit rumors fly. It’ll be less than five minutes I’ll have her in and out.”

“And make my girl look like a fool? No. Have Lee in the room with you at least,” Journee says.

Lee grins. “Yeah, Jackson. That way no one can say shit.”

Sighing, I nod. “Aight, But let me do the talking.”

“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything differently.”  She bats her eyelashes and I know I’m in trouble.

Gripping my belt loop, she pulls me through the club and Journee laughs.

“Don’t worry I’ll finish dinner here all by myself,” she calls after us.

We enter my dorm and I turn to face her.

“You know I never want you to feel disrespected, right?” I ask, smoothing a hand over the back of her head, letting her silken locks glide through my fingers.

“Oh, I know that, baby. And I appreciate the way you came to make it right before the rumors began.”  She runs her hands under my shirt, slowly trailing her way up my stomach.

My muscles jump in response and I groan. “And good boys get rewards don’t they?” Her voice lowers an active and I can feel the blood rushing towards my cock.

“I think that deserves a special kind of thank you.” Her eyes darken as she licks her lips.

“Lee.” I swallow.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick.” She drops to her knees, making quick work of my buckle.

The clink of metal and her warm hands on my skin, as she pops the top button and pulls down the zipper, have me instantly at half-mast.

“We’ve both had a hard day, and you know how much I love your cock in my mouth.” Pulling me free she hums her approval. “Look at this, all stiff and dripping from me.” Rubbing her thumb in a circle around my head, she smears the precum leaking from my slit.

“Fuck.” I hiss.

I wrap my hand around her hair, letting her take the lead.

There’s something incredibly sexy about her in Vixen mode.

Seeing her let down her walls and own her sexuality is a thing of pure beauty.

Leaning forward her pink tongue flicks against me.

I twitch in her hand.

“So eager.” She strokes upward.

“Damn straight. Let me feel that pretty mouth of yours, Princess.”

Smirking, she holds my gaze as she swallows me down.

I bottom out in her throat, and she swallows.

Hissing, I tighten my hold.

Easing up she nearly releases me before slamming back down with a gag that has my cock hardening even more.

 Bobbing her head, she starts a relentless rhythm that has me rocking my hips.

Fucking her face, pleasure courses through my body as the base of my spine tightens.

Humming, slurping, and drooling, she’s a fucking vision.

There’s a knock on my door.

I grunt before Lee pops off.

“Tell her to come in,” Lee purrs.

“What?” She’s back on before I can think straight.

Fuck.

“C-Come in.”

Emily steps in and her eyes go wide.

“Uh, Ch-Uh, Chibs said you were looking for me. I'm Emily. If I’m interrupting, I can leave.”

“No.” I groan.

“Come in. Sit down.”

“Okay. Nice room.”

“Y-Yeah.” Lee pauses, holding me in her mouth like a pro as she swallows around me.

I exhale able to think.

“Yeah. So I need you to do a favor for the club, Emily.”

“Really? Sure. I mean, what do you need?” She perks up.

“What can I do?”

“You know Skeeter, right?”

“Yeah. That guy's been trying to get in my pants since high school.

“I need you to let him in.”

“Are you serious? Dude, that guy burns dead bodies. He creeps the shit out of me.”

“I know. But we need Skeeter to do us a good deed-” Lee caresses the underside of my dick with her tongue and I grit my teeth.

“Mm-hmm.” She crosses her hands over her arms.

“And the only thing he wants in return... is the hand of the beautiful... Emily Duncan.”

Emily glances down at Lee then back up at me.

“I'm not some whore.”

“Come on. It'll be our secret. We’re showing you how we play. No one’s judging anyone here.”

Emily chuckles. “Yeah.” She glances down at Lee again, and I notice the way her pupils dilate.

“Cross my heart. I need you, Emily.” Lee gulps and I bite my lips to keep from groaning.

Emily stands and strips off her shirt slowly.

“Whoa. I’m a one-woman man now, Emily.”

She pouts. “Well, I figure I do him and you two can do me.”  

Lee scrapes her teeth lightly against me letting me know the answer is no.

“Anything else you want I can get.” I admit.

“I need you to help get me back into Tig’s good graces.”

I shocked by the request.

How do you fuck it up with Tig?

“Wait. How the hell did you get out of Tig’s good graces” I ask honestly curious and genuinely confused.

She drops her arms to her side and shakes her head.

 “I touched this card. This red, hand made thing that was sitting on the edge of his bed.”

Lee pops off and I groan, missing her hot wetness.

“A macaroni heart card?” Lee asks as I look between the two women.

Now that they mentioned it, I remember seeing that card in Tig’s room and always wondered why the hell he had it.

“Yes.” Emily exclaims, throwing her arms up in the air and letting them drop to her sides.

“I was just trying to move it so I could sit down and he snapped at me, said that it wasn’t for me and to get the hell out of his dorm. He’s been ignoring me ever since.”  

“I can fix that.” Lee says with a small smile.

Leaning back on her heels she puts me away and pats my jeans.

 “I have work to do baby. We’ll finish this later.” She stands and presses a chaste kiss to my lips that gives me just the faintest taste of the two of us combined before she walks over to Emily like they’re best friends.

I don’t know how the hell I end up in these situations.

[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR CHAPTER 45  

Disclaimer We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related��� Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.”

The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC

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Gemma

Seated with Journee at my side I wait for the bitch who destroyed my vision for my family to give me news about my grandson.

I force myself not to fidget as my unease grows.

The stark white walls seem to close in around me as the tan chair with thin padding grows uncomfortable beneath me.

Journee places a hand over mine and I glance over at her and smile.

I’ve been running from the past for a long time and seeing my grandson laid low by that damn junkie bitch has brought me full circle back to my worst nightmare.

“You doing, okay, Ma?”

“I will be once she tells us he’s going to be alright,” I whisper.

“Yeah.” She sniffs.

I wonder if Lee was able to get through to my hard headed son.

He got a double dose of stubbornness from me and John.

My indulgence growing up didn’t help, but the guilt of failing his brother with my defect and how much it hampered Jax’s childhood weighed heavily on me.

I was a woman constantly worn too thin between club duties, doctor appointments, and setbacks with Tommy’s health.

After I lost him, I vowed I’d never lose another child, whatever it took.

That included my bonus babies, Journee and Lee.

My blue-eyed girl is meeting us here after spending the night with her old man.

I’m proud of the way she’s held him down like the anchor I knew she could be.

They’ve had a bond since they were young, and I wasn’t going to let her potential go to waste. Loyalty could be ingrained just as much as it was earned.

These two girls would never know all the underhanded shit I pulled to keep them at my side.

I knew they could never fully heal the hole left behind in my heart, but they went a long way toward keeping me sane.

A woman could handle a lot when she knew her children hung in the balance.

I would’ve crumbled if I hadn’t refocused my attention elsewhere.

“Here comes Tara Fucking Knowles now,” Journee whispers.

Standing I face the ghost from the past I never wanted to see again.

She’d pulled Jax in two different directions, broke his heart, and nearly ruined his relationships with the two women I knew were always meant to be at his side.

I’d never forgive her for that.

But I could forget long enough for her to do her job and save Abel.

I meet her halfway with Journee right beside me.

“Abel’s stomach surgery went well.” Relief rushes through my body.

“But it’s putting a strain on his system.”

I inhale sharply.

“Dr. Namid doesn’t want to wait. Thinks we should do the heart Surgery right now.”

Journee reaches out and squeezes my arm.

“That’s good right? They’re not waiting.”

“It’s the best choice, yes,” Tara says coldly.

As if my grandbabies life is inconsequential.

I want to reach over and rip out that fugly bun she has on top her head.

I nod. “Thanks.”

I need to get my son’s ass to the hospital.

“Can we talk?” Tara asks. I eye her warily.

“Ain’t nothing you have to say you can’t say in front of his God mother.” I spot Lee rushing toward us and grin.

“And his future mother.”

Tara grimaces and sucks her teeth. “What did I miss?” Lee asks.

“Abel’s stomach surgery was a success and now they want to do the heart surgery immediately instead of waiting. The Doc was just about to share some more information with us.” Journee looks down her nose at Tara as Lee mirrors her stance, boxing the good doctor in.

“What is it?” I ask sensing the doctor’s nervousness.

“Wendy’s in really bad shape. She’s still detoxing. Can’t stop crying.”

“And?” I ask as the girls’ scowl.

“I was hoping maybe you could talk to her,” Tara says completely clueless and trying to save the world with her bullshit.

That junkie bitch could rot as far as I’m concerned.

It would be easier for all of us if she hadn’t woken up.

“Just let her know she’s not alone.”

The girls burst into laughter and Tara’s jaw drops.

“Are you kidding me? She damn near murdered Abel,” Lee growls.

“Trust me, nothing I’m going to say to that crank whore is going to make her feel loved,” I say dryly.

Tara rolls her eyes. “I forgot just how forthright you can be.”

“You forgot a lot of things sweetheart,” I growl.

“I got this, Ma. She needs a friendly face now, right?” Lee asks a little too angelically.

“I’m going to go give her a little pep talk,” Lee insists.

We exchange a look and I give her a small nod.

Whatever she has planned I’m willing to let her take the lead.

She’s the real Mama, Wendy was nothing but an incubator.

It’s time for her to make sure Wendy understands that.

Kissing Journee’s lips, she earns a gasp from Tara before she heads off in the direction of Wendy’s room.

“If you have a problem with me assisting on Abel’s case, just say it,” Tara says.

“You a good doctor?” I arch an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

I lean forward. “Then I don’t have a problem.”

“Good. You know people change. I’m not the same girl I was ten years ago.” Tara raises her voice and Journee pushes forward snapping her teeth. “I am.”

Tara spins on her heel to walk away and I lift up hers scrub top to reveal the crow.

That’s a fucking problem.

“I guess there’s some things you can’t change.” I say sarcastically.

“I leave it there, so I remember all that shit’s behind me.” She lifts her chin as if she’s being so damn clever.

“I don’t care why you have it. I care that it’s no longer yours to keep. You can make an appointment or receive my services at the time of my choosing. You’ve got a week.” Journee clarifies.

I smirk proudly before we turn to walk away from her.

“Let’s go baby. We need to contact your brother.”

Lee

Inhaling, I prepare myself for what I’m about to do.

In this life, you do what needs to be done and deal with the emotions that follow afterward.

I will not let this woman destroy anything else.

She’s a loose cannon ready to go off at a moment’s notice.

If we keep playing this game, we’re going to constantly be on the losing end.

She needs to be taken care of; Gemma taught me that much.

You stay ahead of problems and catch them before they fuck you over and put you in a tough spot.

I’ve been groomed to make these hard decisions.

This is my first solo act.

I can’t waiver on it.

I think of the horror I felt when I heard we might lose Abel to drugs and I let it fuel me.

By the time I walk up to the Hospital room, I’m seeing red.

Stepping inside I hate that Wendy is looking a little too comfortable sitting up in the bed with a bible in front of her.

All the pain and destruction and here she sets clear and free while Jax’s baby boy continues to fight for his life.

The people who don’t deserve children are the ones who have them all too easily.

The parallels my life growing up cause my heart to ache.

Pam was always high, putting drugs before my well-being, and relapsing at the drop of a dime.

I refuse to let Abel know that revolving door of pain.

The door clicks shut behind me and Wendy looks up.

I want to rip her heart out of her chest, so she can feel the hurt she’s brought to everyone.

“Looks like the boy has a shot of making his first birthday,” I say pleasantly.

“He made it?” Wendy whispers. No thanks to you.

“Oh, Abel, thank God.” Tears gather in her red-rimmed eyes, and she places her hands over her face.

Narrowing my eyes, I move closer to her.

“Yes, thank you God.” I smile sweetly as I hold my hands up and stand by her bedside.

“Maybe we should say a little prayer?” I pull the black tray out between us.

“Okay, that’d be good,” she says softly.

She’s not nearly torn up enough for the hurt she caused. Is this all a game to her or have the drugs addled her brain?

Grabbing her hand, I place it over the open bible lying face down.

Closing my eyes, I move forward with the plan.

“Dear God. Thank you for saving this boy. From his murderous junkie mom. Who cared more about a forty-dollar rush than she did her own flesh and blood?”

“Don’t you dare,” She whispers brokenly.

“Don’t I dare?” I spit the words like fire.

“You pathetic whore, getting so blinded by Jax’s enemy because you needed the dick so bad you couldn’t wait to give birth before you were out on the prowl. So fucking stupid you couldn’t see you were being used!” I snatch the book from her hand.

“The D.A. might’ve been impressed with your bible studies since they’re not pressing charges, but I see you for who you truly are. I’ve lived a life with someone just like you and I won’t let Abel be exposed to that.”

“W-when I check out here, I’m going to Promises.” She whispers.

The saddest thing is she believes the lies she’s spewing.

That this time will magically take.

It’s a matter of will power and living a life that doesn’t trigger your need to go back to using. Being wrapped up in the Sons is a relapse waiting to happen.

“The only promise you get to make is to stay the fuck away. Why waste more money by throwing cash at those twelve step freaks?” I sneer down at her.

“How long is it going to last this time? Six months? Three. A couple of weeks?” I purse my lips. “I know the story. I’ve seen you bounce in and out of these places like they’re a drive thru. Not this time.” Shaking my head, I lock my sympathy away as I dig into my purse to retrieve the item, I’d procured from my own mother.

“It’s going to be different this time. I have my baby to live for.” She insists stubbornly.

The baby she couldn’t even

Spinning around I stalk to the bed.

“That’s where you’re wrong. You had the baby to live for, but you couldn’t event wait a few more weeks before shooting up so now, you have no baby. You lost that privilege.” I clutch the bible to my chest as my adrenaline spikes.

“He’s mine and Jax’s.”

Moving forward, I wrap my hand around her throat, forcing her head back.

“Hey.” She chokes.

“And you so much as cast a shadow on that kid, try to turn some legal screw and get any sort of visitation or custody, and I will finish this job. Understand it now Wendy, He will never call you Mommy.” Her face turns red and I release her stepping away as she chokes, struggling to get air into her lungs.

Slamming the bible down with my gift inside I stalk away.

“I suggest you turn to Jesus.” I close the door behind me.

This is still a choice.

She can throw the needle away if she truly wants to live for her baby.

I’m not holding a gun to her head and forcing her to take the hit.

Straightening, I walk into the hall to meet Jax and freeze when I see him approaching Tara. I place a hand on the wall, willing to let the moment play out. I need to know for sure he’s made his decision.

“Is he going to be, okay?” Jax asks, worry clouding his blue eyes.

“He looks good.”

His shoulders give with relief and a blinding smile spreads across his lips.

Pouncing, Tara pulls him in for a hug.

My temper flares.

That was my news to give.

He pushes her away stepping back.

“Thanks for what you did, Doc.”

Tara moves in to kiss him and my stomach lurches.

He turns his head and joy erupts inside of me.

Clearing my throat loudly, I push away from the wall.

Jax holds his hands up. “Lee. I didn’t –.”

“No need to say a word, I saw it all for myself.” I move to stand in front of her nose to nose. “You don’t listen to well, do you Doc. To be so smart you’re real fucking stupid.” She peers at Jax for help and he shakes his head from side to side.

“The only information you need to give to my man is that which pertains to our son. Anything else, you keep to the confines of your sad little mind.”

“There’s no coming back and picking up where you left off. You nearly cost me the most important people in my life. It won’t happen a second time.” The bark in Jax’s voice has my pussy tingling.

He’s brutal and furious with the woman shrinking away from him.

“You got it?” Seeing him lay down firm boundaries between them has my heart swelling up with even more love for him.

“Y- yes. I got it,” Tara croaks dropping her head.

“Good.” He sneers. “C’mon baby, let’s go see our son.” He twines our fingers together and applause break out from behind.

“Way to go Jaxass. It’s about fucking time,” Journee whoops as Chibs grins like a madman beside her and Gemma smirks.

Clay shakes his head and watches us with the familiar expression that lets us know he still thinks we’re a nuisance, but he’s nonetheless amused.

“Time to see your son Jackie Boy.” Chibs winks and my heart melts as we head down the hallway toward the tiny human who’s going to change our lives.

Our.

I finally allow myself to believe it.

This is my family now.

Noticing the bloodied clothes, I cup his cheek.

“We should get you cleaned up before we go in,” I whisper as Journee hands him a clean, green scrub top.

“You’re right. I want to make a good first impression.” He tosses his sister a thankful wink before we slip off into the nearest bathroom.

He lifts me up onto the sink and leans in to press our lips together, filling my heart to the brim.

Sighing into the sweet kiss we break for air, remembering the task at hand.

The silence in the room is comforting as I help him out of his Kutte and shirt.

I wash the blood from his chest and face, in way that feels like a cleansing of the past and allowing us to move forward together, fully committed to building a life.

Focused on seeing my new son, I barley register anything as we make our way into the room with Journee trailing us. Chibs stands in the doorway, guarding us from any outside intrusion while Gemma and Clay wait just outside looking in through the glass.

I step back, giving Jax this moment and he bends down to look through the glass.

Resting my head on his back, he turns slightly lifting his arm, inviting me into this moment.

Tears spring my eyes as I look on to the tiny fighter before us.

“He’s perfect,” I whisper, cuddling my body into Jax’s, eyes glued to Abel as I memorize everything about this moment.

“Just like his Mama.” The four-letter word makes my world tilt on its access. He’s talking about me.

I glance up at him and smile bashfully.

He grins sweetly, his own eyes brimming with tears before he leans in to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Look at my two favorite people all grown up and parenting,” Journee whispers leaning in to hug us both.

“Good job big brother.” She kisses his cheek.

“Lee, you’re officially a milf.” She nuzzles my neck and I giggle, latching onto the light she presents after the darkness of the day.

We were tested and we survived.

The chains of the past imprisoning me are falling away, allowing me to step forward a new woman, stronger for the lessons I’ve learned and the demons I’ve faced down.

I soak up the sense of family.

The three people surrounding me are my immediate family along with the little boy I’ve already fallen head over heels for.

I might not’ve carried him in my body, but he’s been in my heart from the moment I knew of his existence.

Deep down I’d always thought Jax and I might end up together and have a family of our own so I don’t even care that we’ve taken an alternative route to get that.

“My old man looks ready to drop. I’m going to leave the new family to do some one-on-one bonding,” Journee whispers.

“Is this yer way of telling me I look tired, Mo?” Chibs asks.

“I’d never do that, Daddy.” She tosses over her shoulder before turning back to us and winking.

“You solid?” She cups my face and I nod.

“So damn good.” I admit.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be on that bitch like flies on shit.” Journee whispers into my ear, her plump lips making me shiver as they caress my earlobe.

My lips split into a grin.

“Have I told you I love you lately?” I whisper.

“Never enough times for me.” Journee brushes her lips against mine and I hum into the sweet kiss, feeling energized by the love she’s pouring into me.

“What about me?” Jax whines.

She huffs. “Love you too, big brother.” She pecks his mouth. “I’m a handle Doc’s crow, and you’ll owe me.” Journee points a finger at him.

“Me why?” He asks with a slight whine.

“’Cause I told you not to give it to that bitch in the first place.”

“Jesus, such a vindictive little bitch,” he whispers.

“I live to hear you admit I was right.” They touch foreheads and she kisses her fingers pressing it to the incubator before she walks away.

“Call if you need anything Jackie boy. Night, LeeLove” Chibs calls.

“Night, Chibs.” Jax wraps an arm around my waist pulling him to me.

“Chibs isn’t the only one who’s ready for bed,” Jax mumbles.

“Are we actually going to sleep this time?” I tilt my head back lifting an eyebrow.

“I mean, eventually.”

I smirk. “I know your tricks, Teller.”

“And you love me for it.” He nips my neck.

“Sweet dreams baby boy,” I whisper kissing the tips of my fingers and rest them beside his face on the plastic.

“See your later, kid,” Jax’s voice is filled with a paternal love I’ve never heard from him before. It’s sexy as fuck.

Walking away from Abel is difficult.

I want him home with us more than anything.

Knowing there won’t be any splitting time between houses or working out parenting styles with his ex has given me a new sense of empowerment.

I’m ready to get our home together and take full control of Abel’s future.

[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR CHAPTER 44                                            

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                                                          A/N: AND. WE’RE. BACK! We appreciate your patience, heading into the show require a wee bit more work on our end as well as dealing with some hard hits from the real world. All that being said, we’re hoping to be able to stick to our weekly postings. So HERE WE GO!                                                  MO CHAPTER 44

Jax

“Girls are still at yer old house,” Chibs explains, blowing smoke out from his cigarette.

“I’ll relieve the prospect after I stop by the hospital.”

“Going to see the lad?”

I wince under his censure. Chibs doesn’t have to say a word to get his point across.

Everything that needs to be said is visible in his eyes.

“Naw. Gonna set his mother straight.”

Chibs grunts.

“What?” I snap.

“I didnae say a word.” He shakes his head, takin a deep inhale.

“Yeah, ya don’t have to,” I mutter, spinning on my heels and taking off.

Clay’s just got finished giving me shit about Mom telling him I hadn’t seen Abel.

No one stops to consider it might be too much for me.

I’ve gotten so used to people leaving, I keep them at a distance.

I also have a lot of shit on my plate, and I can’t afford to drop the ball.

They want me to put the club first but don’t stop to look at what the cost might look like. I’d rather be dealing with the fucking Mayans than this family guilt trip shit.

Clay attempting to keep me in line by holding Abel’s hospital bills in my face was a low blow. But I’ve come to expect that shit from him.

There’s not enough time in the world to stop me from being furious with Wendy when I reach St. Thomas.

I’m glad Tara is nowhere to be seen.

I got my hands full with one crazy ex.

Wendy looks like death warmed over.

Ratty bleached out blonde hair, sallow skin, and dark circles that lend to her skeleton impression. What the fuck did I ever see in her?

Another lost soul who needed an anchor, so she didn’t drift off the deep end.

It worked for a time.

I should’ve ended it when it stopped, and she relapsed the second time, instead of ignoring her like she’d go away on her own.

She looks up and starts to cry when she sees me.

Stepping in, I ignore her hysterics.

I’ve grown immune to them.

“You need to get help, Wendy,” I say, trying to soften the irritation in my tone.

“I know, I know— But it’s not what you think. I was doing so good, Jax. I love my baby. Even with us being fucked up.” She shakes her head, wiping at imaginary tears.

“So the meth fairy shot you up?”

She looks down at the bed, and I tense.

Her lack of eye contact’s always been a tell-tail sign she’s hiding shit from me.

“Start talking now, Wendy.” I growl.

“I thought he loved me. That he didn’t care I was having your baby. I was wrong. All he wanted to talk about was you and the club. I didn’t tell him. I didn’t.” She shakes her head, speaking as if she’d forgotten I was even there.

Walking over, I grip her bedrail to keep from gripping her arms and shaking the answers out of her.

“And.” I ground out.  

“He forced me to shoot up Jax! H-He Said I was going to tell one way or the other!”

Well for Fuck’s sake!  

“Son of a bitch. What did you say to him, Wendy?”

She shakes her head.

“I- I don’t know. The doctor said Abel’s getting stronger. He said maybe they would fix his belly. Maybe tomorrow morning.” I shake my head at her attempt to change the topic.

Now I have to worry about what the Nords know on top of everything else.

“They’ll do everything they can.”

I won’t hope. That’s a dangerous thing I can’t afford to do right now.

“My lawyer said they might file criminal charges. Fetal abuse. I got stuff back at the house in the stash drawer.”

“Jesus Christ.” I scoff, shaking my head.

It never ends with this bitch.

“You expect me to bring it to you so you can get high too?” I growl.

“No, I told you…” She whines.

“I didn’t even want to do it, Jax. You have to believe me. Just if they find that shit, they’re gonna put me away.”

“Might be the only way you’ll get clean,” I state honestly.

Plus, her outta the picture might make all the women in my life a lot happier.

“You own the house, Jax. I’d hate to see this blowback on you.”

The truth of her statement dumps over me like a bucket of cold water.

“Yeah, of course.” I chuckle dryly.

Now there’s another fucking mess I gotta fucking clean up.

It never ends.

Fuck, I need to find the shit before the girls do. I don’t want them anywhere near that shit, let alone touching it.

“Jax, wait. Please, please, Jax!” Her whining falls on deaf ears as I leave the hospital behind and hit the road.

Pulling up into the driveway, I gesture for the grunt to leave as I enter the house that never felt like a home.

I watch briefly as the girls pitch things into garbage bags, spraying and scrubbing down furniture.

It hits me in the heart and the gut.

The three women I love most are here together, doing what they can to make this shit show more tolerable.

I clear my throat. “It’s almost midnight.”

They all stop, startled by my appearance before glancing up at me with tired expressions.

“The place is a goddamn pigsty.” Ma huffs, picking up all the clothes laying around.

“Cleaning was never her strong suit. But it didn’t look like this last time we were here.”

Mom glances over at me.

Sitting on the desk next to the half wall that separates the living room from the wall, I look over at the girls working in the kitchen and dining room.

“What are you doing here?” Mom asks, continuing her almost frantic cleaning.

“It’s my house,” I offer, pulling my riding gloves off.

“No, it’s your property. There’s a big difference,” J corrects walking into the living room with another trash bag.

Lee meets my gaze, studying me with those blue lasers that always see everything I want to hide.

I look away, unable to keep my secret in the face of her worry-filled expression.

“You know what I mean. I don’t want you to see it this way,” Ma says as she continues to straighten and organize.

It’s her way, always in action to run from her emotions.

“You guys don’t have to do this.” Guilt hits me.

They’re over here cleaning up the mess I made.

My stomach clenches.

“Look, we just want it livable,” Lee says walking into the living room with an empty hamper for the clothes.

Her words should be soothing, but that’s the last thing I want right now.

“I’ll buy some decent carpet. Cigarette burns are everywhere.” Mom mutters, continuing to pick up Wendy’s mess. “Mom.” I try to grab her attention, but she continues to mumble and clean.

“Make this shit-hole a home for your son.”

Something in me snaps at the mention of Abel.

“Mom, For chrissakes, stop cleaning!” I bark.

J steps in front of her.

“Oh hell no. You don’t get to talk to her like that! Not when we’re here helping your ass out. Trying to clean up the fucking trail of mess you left behind. Like always!”

I flinch.

“Jax.” Lee shakes her head.

The disapproval is visible in her blue sapphires.

“He’s not gonna make it.” I let my worries fly out of my mouth.

The girls gasp, circling around me.

Lee grabs my hand, squeezing tight.

“W-What are you talking about?” Mom asks.

“What happened?” Lee and Journee ask in that twin sync way they have.

I exhale and shake my head.

“He was born with half a stomach and a hole in his heart. He’s gonna die—.”

My head is rocked to the left, and my side is on fire from mom’s slap and baby sister’s wicked pinch.

I think the little bitch drew blood and broke the skin.

But it’s Lee letting go of my hand that hurts the most.

“Don’t you say that! You’re the only one this boy’s got! You don’t believe he’s gonna live, you might as well go and kill him yourself.” Mom snaps, glaring at me as she speaks her truth.

Turning from me, she walks over to the table and grabs the joint and lighter sitting in a bowl.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles half-heartedly, lighting up the joint as I make my way towards her, cautiously.

My eyes catch Lee’s disappointed blues.

“You gotta go see him, Jax,” She says gently, stepping towards me.

Even through my pain, I hear Lee’s voice, but I can’t gather the guts yet to do what she’s asking me.

“I can’t.” I admit honestly.

“Why? Because he’ll break your heart? It’s called being a father,” Mom says, after blowing out her deep inhale.

I place my hand up on the half-wall, resting heavily against it.

“For how long? A day? A week?” I spit the words circling around my head out like poison.

Mom sighs, and nods to me to come take a seat with her.

I release my own sigh, and glance back to see the girls going back to cleaning but staying nearby.

Wiping at some crumbs on the table, I sink into the chair, exhausted.

Mom takes another hit from the joint before offering it to me.

I look up at her gratefully, taking a deep inhale as she takes a seat across from me.

“You know, you were born with that same heart defect as your little brother.”

She reaches across the table and gently knocks at my chest.

“You seem pretty sturdy to me.”

Her tone has changed to something a little softer and I can’t help but give her a small smile.

“I came through hell. Landed on my feet…your father was hit by a goddamn semi, dragged 178 yards...and that bastard lived for two more days. Tellers do not die easy.” She says with a proud smirk.

I snort.

“No, we just die bloody.” I say honestly.

I’m not sure that’s better.

“That’s the Irish in us,” Ma says without missing a beat.

The storm ends, and I turn to glance up at the girls.

“I’m sorry.” I mouth the words.

Journee scowls, and Lee shoots me a sad look that makes my heart squeeze painfully in my chest.

I need to get out of this moment.

“When you and dad hooked up, he ever talk to you about his vision? About what he wanted from the club?”

The girls look at me, and I nod.

Mom fidgets with the joint in her fingers before shrugging.

“His vision was— you know, what it is. A brotherhood. Family.” She offers me the joint.

“And running guns? He want that?” I keep on her, needing to get to the bottom of how we came to this position.

“He never talked about that. Why?” She eyes me for a moment, before standing from the table.

“I found a box of his old shit in the storage unit. There’s, like, pictures and journals and... Things I never knew about him.” I shrug.

“What kind of things?” Journee asks, pausing her cleaning.

“It seemed like his original idea for the MC was something simpler. You know, social rebellion. He called it a Harley commune. It wasn’t outlaw. It was real hippie shit.” I say with a slight smile.

It’s not hard to imagine my laidback father wanting that.

I take another hit of the joint, watching as Mom sighs and tosses her head slightly.

I can see her brimming with nervous energy.

I know she doesn’t like to talk about dad.

“We had a lot of bright ideas back then. We were kids. Your father became a man. Men take care of business.” She says, but she isn’t looking at me when she speaks.

“Yeah, we do.” I answer, blowing the smoke out of my nose.

“You should get home, Mom. Finish cleaning tomorrow. Lee and I will lock up.” I say as mom turns to look at me while Journee looks from me to Lee.

“You good?” She hugs Lee, who whispers something in her ear.

Mom walks over and frames my face for a moment.

“Night mom.” I say as she bends to press a kiss to my cheek.

“Night baby.” She whispers squeezing my hand before walking past me.

“Hey,” I nod at Mom. “Have her stop by the club. Your old man misses you.” I say, standing from the table.

Baby J steps closer and tugs me down to her.

“Do not fuck this up, Jaxass. Remember everything you have to lose.”

I nod my head.

“I hear you.”

She pats my cheek.

“Good.”

“Ok, darling.” Mom sounds exhausted.

It’s easy to forget sometimes she’s still only human.

“Good night, mom. Night Baby J.”

“Good night, baby.” Ma blows a kiss before grabbing her stuff.

“See you tomorrow, bro. Remember what I said.”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Lee. I’m always a call away,” Baby J says, ignoring me as she walks up and kisses her.

I glance over to see Mom’s already out the door.

That’s new.

I guess they’re done giving a shit.

“I love you too, Nee.” Lee calls out.

They walk out, and I go to the drawer Wendy mentioned.

“What are you doing?” Lee asks, following me over to the stash drawer.

“Saving us a whole lot more trouble.” I remove the gun, syringes, and bags of smack.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lee screeches angrily.

“Obviously not mine.” I mumble, tucking the gun into the waistband of my jeans as I walk over to the bathroom.

“Why are you covering for her? It’s like enabling.” She says as I flush the baggies away.

“Cause it’s my damn house, Harley. Imagine how much the law would love to find that shit and charge me.”

She crosses her arms and nods.

“So, you sweep in and rescue her. She has no consequences?” She follows me back to the living room.

“She’s lying in the hospital half dead right. I’m pretty sure she’s paying.” I snap, turning to look at her.

“So you could go see the Junkie bitch, but not your son?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Explain it to me, then. Cause what I see is the one solid parent Abel has turning their back.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit, and you know it. That kid is going to have more love than most kids get in a lifetime.”

“Maybe. But it won’t make up for an absent father.” She pokes her finger at my chest.

I roll my eyes, fighting back the urge to growl.

“You already labeling me now? Don’t let your past mingle with my future. I’m ain’t like Wally, and you know it.” I swipe her hand away, shaking my head.

“No. But I know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a junkie mother and a father who couldn’t’ be bothered,’ She whispers.

Her past pain bleeds into her blues, tugging at my heart strings.

Fuck.

I turn back to face her, bending slightly to catch her eyes.

“I get that, but it’s not the same, Lee. I just—my head is spinning, and I need to be grounded before facing him lying there like that, okay? It ain’t about a lack of love.” I run a hand through my hair, blowing out a deep breathe.

“You’re a Father now, Jax. You can’t keep things on the backburner anymore.” She steps forward, and I open my arms.

“I don’t want to fight, babe.” I say sincerely.

“So, let’s not fight.” Her tone doesn’t match her sentence.

I know she wants to keep talking about this and shit it’d be easier if she knew what went down with Wendy, but I’m ain’t about to add gasoline to that fire.

So I’ll keep this close to my chest for now.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, just needing us to be okay.

“Anything, other than ignore him Jackson.” She throws her hands up in the air.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll go see Abel tomorrow.” I say, knowing it’ll make her happy.

“Yeah?” She whispers.

Her eyes light up, and I nod.

Fuck she’s got me wrapped around her finger don’t she?

“Yeah.” I swallow my pride and my fear.

I can’t control if I lose my son, but I can keep Lee.

“You’re right. I’ve been putting things on the back burner I should be handling. I want to be the kind of man my father was.” My throat clogs.

“This ain’t it.”

She steps into my arms and I hold her tight.

“I see him in you all the time Jackson. You just need to learn how to channel him and block out all the other bullshit thrown at you.” Wrapping her armss around my waist, she rests her head on my chest.

Inhaling the citrus scent of her hair, I let her ground me.

We’re in a fucking hurricane right now.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep our heads above water.

Tara, Wendy, Abel, Mayans, Nords, it’s all coming at us at once.

I can’t even catch my damn breath.

“Talk to me.” Lee tilts her head up, propping her chin on my chest as she turns those cerulean lasers up to lock onto mine.

Her anger’s faded, but I can see the steely determination in the depths of her electric blue eyes. She expects me to keep my word.

“That’s why I’m here.” She pushes gently.

I don’t even know where to start.

We’re in the middle of a powder keg, ready to explode.

The less she knows, the better.

Once you add her own issues with abandonment into the situation, I know rational thinking goes straight the fuck out the window.

“I don’t want to talk babe. I want to feel something other than worry and stress. I need you, Lee.” I whisper, pressing our lips together.

“Then have me, Jackson.” Her tone is husky but demanding.

She fists my hair and crashes our kiss together again.

I grip her face in my hands and dominate the kiss.

Tilting my head slightly I deepen our kiss and slip my tongue into her mouth, exploring the playground I already have memorized.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I crush her frame against my chest.

The mint of the gum she’s been chewing makes my tongue tingle as the addicting scent of spicy citrus fills my nostrils. Blood rushes to my cock, slowly hardening against her. She pulls back to suck in air, and I move my hands down to her hips. I don’t want her to be even an inch from me right now.

I press forward, moving her back towards the half-wall and the desk.

Lips lock and teeth gnash as our hands work in tandem, stripping each other of our bottoms.

Unbelted and unbuttoned, my jeans drop down my hips, weighted heavily by the items always attached.

I shove down the leggings she’s wearing and lift her up from the ground.

She wraps her knees around my waist as I hold her weight with one arm, clearing the small desk and positioning her against the half-wall.

Her fingers tug at my hair, turning my head to keep our lips connected.

I growl as my hardened cock strains against the confines of my boxers.

Her wet heat sears me through the thin cotton, painting my boxers in her fragrant juices.

“Fuck. you’re so wet, baby.” I groan, grinding against her slick folds.

“Always for you.” She whimpers, reaching into my boxers to pull my cock out.

“Shit.” I hiss as her warm fist wraps around me.

Precum leaks from my tip, and she uses her thumb to smear the sticky liquid down my cock.

“Fuck I love you.” I groan as she pumps me before lining me up with her hot entrance.

“Fuck me, Jackson. Claim me as yours.” The neediness in her tone causes the beast inside me to roar to life.

“Mine,” I growl, thrusting into her without warning.

She gasps, arching her back.

I bend down, sucking the skin of her neck into my mouth.

She whimpers, turning her head to the side to allow me more access.

I stay still, basking in being completely surrounded by her and losing myself in the taste of her skin.

I suck harder, wanting to leave my mark and let everyone know she’s claimed.

“Jackson.” She gasps, clenching her muscles around my cock.

I groan at how fucking tight she feels.

Biting her neck, she whines and rolls her hips towards me.

I slide back just slightly, desperate to remain inside her for as long as possible.

I roll my hips instead of sliding out.

“O-oh.” She moans, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and hugging me closer to her.

The wood creaks with the movement, and my hands move to her thighs to support her weight.

“You feel so fucking, good baby.” Lee moans as I continue to rotate my hips inside her.

I mix it up with a rhythmic back and forth but never out of her.

This is my pussy, and the only people allowed to play in here are J. Tellers.

The quick flash image of my baby sister making my girl come has me groaning loudly and thrusting deeper.

“Fuck baby, just like that!” She cries out, clenching around me.

Her back arches, and her body trembles.

“Shit, Jackson, I’m close—so fucking close.” She gasps, rocking her hips towards me erratically.

My cock grows impossibly hard as I near mine.

I bite at her collarbone, leaving my marks all over her neck.

No one will ever doubt this woman is claimed and claimed fucking well.

“I’m yours, baby,” I whisper against her lips, letting her know this claiming goes both ways.

“And you’re fucking mine.” I hiss, rotating my hips so my cock can hit that spot inside her that makes her shatter.

“YES!” She cries out, fingernails digging into the back of my neck as her pussy locks down on me like a fucking vice.

“Fuck.” I groan, falling headfirst into my own release and shooting my hot load deep inside her.

She hugs me close as I rest my weight on my forearms against the wall, trapping her between them and struggling to catch my breath.

Lifting my head, our eyes lock, and I’m lost in the soft glow of her electric blues.

“I love you so much, Harley,” I say, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips before I slowly ease out of her.

“Mmm, love you too.” She mumbles against my lips.

“I’ll love you even more if you get me a towel.” She blinks up at me with hazy eyes and a satisfied smile.

I bend down to pull my boxers and jeans back up.

Shit, the thought of my cum swimming around inside her could make me hard again.

I know she’s got that thing in her arm, but damn if I don’t love knowing she’s marked by me, inside out.

“Leave it,” I whisper, smirking as I help her stand.

Her eyes widen, shocked by my request.

“Really?” She asks as I drop to my knees to pull her leggings back up her legs for her.

I nod, standing back to my feet and pulling her close.

“You told me to claim you. Nothing says claimed like my seed swimming around inside you.” I slip my hand down the front of her leggings and cup her pussy.

The heat radiating through the thin, wet material has me biting my lip.

She whimpers.

“And what about you, Jackson?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Are you claimed?” She asks, confusing me with her line of questioning.

“You tell me?” I ask, tucking some loose strands from her messy bun back behind her ear.

“I thought so…” She runs her knuckles down my cheek gently.

Suddenly she’s pinching my chin tightly, tilting my head down to meet her gaze.

“But then I see, Tara Fucking Knowles is in town, and you don’t look all that shocked to see her.” The fury flames in her eyes once more.

Fuck. Shoulda known the calm would only last a few minutes.

I sigh, shaking my head.

“Shit. We really talking ‘bout this now?” I ask, stepping back.

“Fuck yes we’re talking about this! Why didn’t you fucking tell me, Jackson! I do not like being blindsided!” She pushes at my chest and steps away from me.

“How long have you fucking known? How long did you plan on keeping it from me? And why, why the hell didn’t you fucking tell me!” She pushes at my chest again.

“Lee, I’m sorry, aight? I was gonna tell you the other night when we went out for our ride, but then the Mayans blew up the warehouse, and Wendy ODing threw us right into the middle of it before I had a chance.”

I step towards her cautiously, slowly moving to grab her hands.

“I only found out that morning. I just wanted to get some us time in before I told you-“ I begin.

“Why?” She asks in a defensive tone, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Cause I know how you feel ‘bout Tara, and I just wanted us to be solid-“

She slides her hands out from mine and steps back.

Something deep inside growls at the thought of her stepping away from me.

“Why wouldn’t we be solid, Jackson? Should I be worried we’re not solid now that SHE’s back?” I can hear the accusations in her tone, and I don’t like it one damn bit.

“Nah Fuck that, Harley. Her being back don’t change shit ‘bout us.” I step to her, gripping her hips in my hands tightly.

“I think I just fucking proved that,” I growl, nodding towards the clatter of shit on the floor from our early escapade.

“You think I’m going to accept the scraps you used to give other women? Takes more than a quick fuck against a wall to make me feel secure.”

“Don’t say shit like that when you know it ain’t fucking true!” I yell before I can catch myself.

Her eyes widen, but I don’t see an ounce of fear in them.

“I fucking love you, Harley Grazer! Tara ain’t nothing to me but an old ghost, you fucking hear me!” My fingers grip her hips so she can’t step back from me again.

“That bitch is the past. You and I are headed towards a future. I ain’t gonna let that gash get in the way of that by gettin into your head.”

This is my fault.

I let her pull me from my girls and my family once before.

But I’m gonna make it damn clear it ain’t happening again.

I struggle to calm myself.

I can’t blame her for being cautious.

I release a shaky breath, trying to force some sanity back into my brain before I start to demolish the whole fucking house.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. My plan was to tell you after our ride before everything went to shit. I only found out that morning.” I loosen my grip on her hips but still hold her to me.

She’s holding tense but not trying to stepping back.

I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face when she continues to glare at me.

“I mean it, Harley. I’m sorry I let that shit get away from me, but I need you to trust me when I say I got no love left for her. S’far as I’m concerned, she’s my son’s doctor, that’s it.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me.

My heart clinches when she remains stiff and doesn’t melt against me the way she usually does. “Can we be okay now?” I ask, desperate for things to be right between us.

I can’t fucking handle one more damn thing right now.

Her fingers fist my hair as she tugs my hair back slightly to grab my attention.

“Don’t keep shit like that from me anymore, and we’ll always be okay, Jackson.”

My stomach knots as I think about the bombshell Wendy dropped on me in the hospital.

I should tell Lee, but I don’t know if I have the fucking energy to go through another argument right now.

I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, squeezing her to me as I collapse against her for a moment.

One thing at a time.

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MO ASTOR CHAPTER 43                                            

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                                          Mo Astor Chapter 43

Jax

“Some day’s you’re the Beamer. Some days, you’re the goddam deer.” I announce, chuckling at the sight that greets me as I walk onto the garage’s lot.  

“Some yuppie creamed her up at the streams.” Chibs informs me, clearly just as amused at the rather unique picture.

“He run into it or hit a tree while it was giving him head?” I ask, shaking my head at the deer carcass sticking ass out from the windshield.

“How the hell you want me to get it out of there?” Half Sack asks staring in horror at the deer that decided to commit suicide via Beamer windshield.

Walking over to the tow truck, I come back with a chain saw.

“Come on. Jesus, man.” Half Sack’s face pales. I smile around my joint.

I love fucking with Prospects. It’s a good way to blow off steam and test their commitment. You can’t just trust anyone with the shit we got going on behind the scenes, and after letting that coward Kyle slip into our ranks, we’re all more vicious in the weeding out process.

“Just pretend it’s carve-your-own-steak night at Sizzler,” I call as I walk over to Chibs

“I don’t eat meat, man,” Half Sack says. I shake my head. Who the hell willingly gives up meat?

“Figure out, grunt.”  I have no sympathy for him when I think of all the vile shit I had to handle when I did my time.

Tig rode me harder than most, trying to make sure I’d be worthy of my father’s legacy. I love and hate him for that.

“What the hell happened,” Chibs asks about the meeting I’d been pulled into this afternoon.

“It was the Mayans who torched the warehouse. Stole the Niner’s M4s.”

“Holy shit.” Worry deepens the lines on his face.

“Clay’s gone to sit down with Laroy. Try to buy us some time.”

“Niners already paid for that hardware.”

“That’s the tricky part.” I agree. My cell phone goes off in my pocket. I pull it out and fight the urge to shake my head. She’s probably watching from somewhere.

“Hey, Ma. It’s not like I just saw you this morning or something.”

“Did you go to storage?” she asks, ignoring me. Ma and the girls have been riding me hard to get the room set up for Abel in me and Lee’s house.

Not that they haven’t done most the work on it already.

“Not yet.”

“Be a nice surprise if you had some things for the girls to work with after they visit your crazy ass ex for you.”

“I hear you loud and clear. Thanks—Grandma.” I get the dig in.

“Asshole.” She hangs up, and I laugh. I tack the trip on my to-do list. There’s not much I wouldn’t do to make the girls happy, and I know right now, living at the clubhouse and being escorted everywhere is trying. Hell, they have to be accompanied just to visit Wendy. I wonder if I should’ve grabbed her and brought her in for lockdown. With her not answering my calls, she was the last thing on my mind.

I feel the pressure on my shoulders grow heavier. Splitting myself in so many directions always leaves someone hanging.

Clay walks out of the garage with Tig trailing behind him.

“I’m going to head out and do my mother’s bidding. Keep an eye on our girls?”

“Aye. Gonna trail ’em to Wendy’s.”

“Surprised Baby J is letting her get that close to you,” I say, amused by her viciousness when it comes to my ex.

“Didn’t say I was gonna walk up to the front door.” Chibs winks. Smooth motherfucker.

I’m still chuckling when I mount my bike, put on my helmet, and follow the boys out of the yard until they turn to head toward Oakland.

I let the ride blow away all my thoughts as I become one with the road. The sun on my skin, the wind blowing away all my tension, I’m one with the bike and in communion with my surroundings. This is my real church, the place I come to feel linked to my creator.

I’m feeling a lot more level-headed when I reach the storage building. Parking in front of the door, I enter the code and lift the door to the climate-controlled area. For a moment, I’m not sure where to look first. I can see so many memories put here to collect dust and stop reminding us of the sorrow they brought with them—toys that had belonged to my younger brother, Tommy, and me. I can still picture the toe-haired kid with a big heart. He’s a hole in my heart that will never be filled in.

I see the crib against the wall, but it’s the knick-knacks that interest me. There are pieces of my father mixed in here. I wish you were here now more than ever Pops.

I caress the photos that disappeared off the wall once Clay moved into our home. I understand the why behind my mother recommitting so swiftly, but it didn’t change the anger it caused. We were doing okay there for a while: Ma, me, and Baby J. When Clay came in, it shot the dynamics to hell. The man knew fuck all about kids, let alone grieving teens, and it showed. We always felt welcome with my Dad.

Clay brought a coldness that had us walking on eggshells and out of the house more often than not. It didn’t escape my notice that the girls both started spending more time at Gran’s and later after she passed, at Tig’s.

I shake out some manilla envelopes and smile at the sight of my parents in their youth. They look so carefree and happy. I can’t remember the last time I’d seen Dad look like that after Tommy died.

A photo falls like a leaf landing onto a binder of something I don’t recognize.

What’s this?

I take it out and find a manuscript. I can hear my father’s voice reading out loud in my mind.

The life and death of Sam Crow. How the Sons of Anarchy lost their way. By John Thomas Teller. For my sons: Thomas, who’s already at peace, and Jackson... may he never know this life of chaos.

I pause to snap a picture and send it to the girls. Found something of Dad’s.

There’s something about this that commands my attention.

I open the first page and find myself sucked in and my view of everything I’d been groomed to take over, tilts on its axis.

I’m a few chapters in when my phone vibrates in my kutte pocket. It’s like emerging from a different world. I pull it out of my pocket and sigh. Church. Setting aside a few things for a Prospect to pick up, I take the manuscript and place it into my saddlebag before I’m drawn back into the fray.

***

I stalk out of Church with Mayans, the Niners, and guns on the brain. We have forty-eight hours to come up with the guns Leroy ordered, or we’re going to be in a bad spot with them. Our relationship with the Niners has been good. The last thing we need is both them and the Mayans out for blood. Charming is small. Ain’t many places for a person to hide. We know firsthand how damn ruthless the Mayans can be when they go to war. Bloody ‘92 will forever remind us that they have no limitations.

Still, I can’t help but wonder how they got the intel. Are they scoping us out or paying someone else in town to do their dirty work for them?

Ma rushes into the garage alone, and my stomach jumps.

“What’s going on?” I bark.

“I been trying to call you!” Her eyes are glossy, and her tone is wounded.

“Where are the girls?” I ask carefully, enunciating each word. Chibs left them with a prospect to look over them once he’d been called back for Church.

“At the hospital.”

“What?” Chibs roars from behind me.

“With Wendy. Junkie bitch took a hit and od’d.”

“Mother Mary,” Chibs whispers, crossing himself.

The bottom drops out of my world. I can barely hear as I sway slightly. Did this bitch kill my son? Blood rushes in my ears, and the world drops away.

“Shite. Let’s get you to the hospital, brotha,” Chibs urges, shaking me out of my stupor as he squeezes my arm, grounding me. I stumble out feeling drunk as I make my way to my bike. Part of me doesn’t want to make the trip to St. Thomas because that’ll mean finding out what might be an ugly truth.

The trip is a complete blur. I pull into a spot, kill the engine, and head inside. The doors open, and I step inside feeling like I’m traveling to the pit of hell with my mom on my heels talking to Clay.

“It’s gotta be the Nords dealing out of the Dog again.”

I’m going to kill those white supremacist bastards as soon as I see about my son.

A small hand grabs my wrist. I turn on my mother, irritated. “I don’t want you to walk into this blind, baby. Tara Fucking Knowles is the doctor on his case. The girls aren’t happy. I’m sure they’ve let her know by now.”

“Jesus.” I shake my head.

She narrows her eyes. “You knew?”

“I saw her once and looked it into it, yeah.” I hold my hand up. “We’ll talk about it later.” For once, she backs off as we travel to the correct floor.

I spot Tara standing awkwardly by my two pissed-off girls.

“What the hell is going on?” I ask.

“Bitch refused to tell us anything,” Journee says.

“Said we weren’t family or on the paperwork to release medical information to,” Lee growls.

“I’m changing that shit today. You got me, Tara?” I snarl.

She nods and swallows.

“Good. Now what the hell happened?”

“When’s the last time you saw her?” Tara asked.

“A couple of weeks ago.” I don’t just abandon people. Even when we break up.

“Her hands and feet were full of tracks. Toxicology reports aren’t back yet, but it’s most likely crank.”

“That selfish bitch,” Journee hisses.

Lee steps up on my right slipping her fingers into mine, and Journee steps up on my left, with Ma directly behind me.

All of them are lending me silent support.

She looked fine when we saw her.

I squeeze Lee’s hand and pull from her silent strength.

“The baby?” I force the question out of my clogged throat.

“We had to do an emergency C-section. He’s ten weeks premature.”

I close my eyes. “Holy shit,” I whisper. That’s not right. Are his lungs even developed yet? I might not have advertised it, but I read up on pregnancy.

“Come on, let’s sit down, and I’ll walk you through it.”

“Just tell us bitch,” Journee snaps.

Lee wraps an arm around me, and my sister’s arm joins hers.

I draw strength from them, bracing myself. Last thing I need right now is to be alone anywhere with Tara while she drops bombs.

Tara’s eyes dart nervously to all my girls. “He’s got a congenital heart defect and gastroschisis, a tear in his abdomen. The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs. But the CHD is probably—.”  

“The family flaw,” Mom says softly.

Tara nods. “Yes, it’s genetic. Either one would be serious but not life-threatening. However, the two of them together—.” My stomach plummets.

She pauses, unsure of what she should say next.

I need to know what she’s holding back on.

“Just tell me.”

“Dr. Namid gives him a twenty percent chance, and I’m afraid that’s being optimistic.”

“How could we not know?” I shake my head, disgusted. We did everything but live there with her.

“Her OB said she missed her last appointment.”

“Bitch must’ve hidden that one,” Lee says from between her teeth.

“No one knew. Dr. Namid wants to fix his belly first. Then if he stabilizes, he’ll go in and try to repair the heart.”

She pauses, her brown eyes soften towards me.

“I’m sorry, Jax.” She says kindly.

I nod my head and blink to keep my emotions in check.

“I can take you to see him now.”

“Go,” the girls whisper, releasing me as Tara turns and I step forward, following her.

We get through the door, and I pause. “Tara! Maybe you shouldn’t do this. I’m sure you got other patients –.”

“I asked Dr. Namid if I could assist. I wanna help your son –.”

I glance over my shoulders at the girls. “His name’s Abel?”

Lee nods her agreement, and I return my attention to a befuddled-looking Tara.

“That’s a good name.”

I can’t do it—go in there and see my little boy laying helpless as he fights for his life while I stand by, twiddling my thumbs. I need to make the person responsible for this pay. Avenging him is an action. I need to be doing something, or I’m going to explode and destroy everything in sight.

I spin on my heels.

“Jax?” Tara calls.

I ignore her and continue to walk.

“Jax,” Ma says.

“J wait-” Baby J steps forward.

“Jackson?” Lee whispers, gripping my hand, trying to stay me.

Even with her firm grip trying to anchor me, the fury I’m feeling won’t be subsided.

“Go with Tara, and stay with Ma.” I point at Ma.

“I got something to do.”

Before they can argue I press a chaste kiss to Lee’s crow, releasing her hand and briskly walking down the corridor away from them.

“I don’t want to be calmed and soothed.

Right now I need some release, some revenge.

Daddy,” I vaguely hear my sister cry out.

“I’m on it, Mo.”

“Watch his back,” Clay calls.

***

Chibs

I’m on Jax like white on rice.

If anything happens to him on my watch, I’ll be getting my ass handed to me by the ladies and then my President.

Rage rolls off him in intense waves as he walks through the leather pillow-top salon-style doors of the Hairy Dog.

As he enters the smoky room, he’s a man on a mission.

I can’t fault him for it. I want to see him get his retaliation. I know how not getting it can eat a man up one flashback at a time.

He grabs a pool stick off the wall and begins to beat the tattooed bastard bloody on his own turf.

“Sell crank to my pregnant ex?” Jax is an enraged beast.

His boys move to surge forward, and Bobby pulls his piece.

“Easy boys,” Bobby drawls as only an Elvis impersonator could.

I let Jackie continue to whale on the lad for a few beats longer before I step in, post testicle piercing.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” I snag him around the waist and pull him back. “I think you made your point. I think you made your point!”  Jax stills, and I release him.

“Stupid peckerwood shithead.” Jax spits on the impaled, bloodied, and broken body.

I follow up with a little spit of my own.

“Enjoy your lunch. Shish keballs are on me,” Bobby says, bringing up the rear as we exit the den of hate.

Jax climbs onto his bike.

“You alright?” Bobby asks.

“I’m gonna see Op.”

“You sure you got your head back on straight, brotha?” I ask.

“No. But I need to know you’re with the girls.”

“Tha I can do.”  It pains me to leave him to his own devices, but I’m not trusting the girls to Clay. They need a soft touch right now, and the Pres is notoriously heavy-handed. I haven’t had a cause to pray much recently, but I’ve thanked the man upstairs plenty, so maybe he’ll hear me now as I pray for the bairn who’s already got the odds stacked against him.

***

I spot the girls camped out when I enter the hospital.

Mo jumps up and runs to me.

“Daddy.” I open my arms and pull her to me, resting my head on her head.

“Where’s Jax?”

“He went to see Opie. Figured that might be the best thing for him.”

She hiccups. “Abel’s so small and so very sick.”

“I know, but he comes from strong, stock. He’ll be fine.” I peer up to see Lee watching and incline my head, opening one of my arms. She walks over, and I pull her to me, settling her beside her wife. I kiss Lee’s head.

“It’s going to be okay, girls. He’s got a lot of people out here rooting for him and good doctors.” Gemma glaring at the operating door doesn’t hurt either.

Feeling eyes on me, I glance up to find Clay watching us.

He could never understand this little family of four we’re building.

He’s always been … self-motivated.

I know how precious true family is, and I’ll cherish every moment of it I experience.

“Looks like you got this under control, brother. I’m going to check in on our other problems,” Clay says. “You stay here and keep me posted.”

“Aye.”  He slinks away with Bobby following him, and I refocus on the girls in my arms who’ve seen their lives turned upside down in less than forty-eight hours.

“Come on, loves, let’s go take a seat.” I guide them to the chairs and sink down with both of them still attached. Stroking my hand over their hair, I lean my head back against the wall and settle in for what I know will be a lengthy wait.

“It feels like it’s taking a really long time,” Lee mumbles.

“Means they’re making sure to do it right,” I whisper.

“He’d know. He was a medic,” Journee says, working to soothe her wife’s nerves. I feel the slight tremor in her body that tells me she’s struggling to believe her own words.

“I hope so,” Lee whispers, glancing back towards the operating room doors.

“We can’t lose another Teller like this,” Journee’s voice waivers.

“Nah, that’s not going to happen. You need a nephew to raise your kid up with,” Lee whispers, lending comfort.

Journee sniffles and reaches across me to twine her fingers with Lee’s.

The girls both rest their heads against my chest and I let my fingers weave into their hair and massage their scalps.

Both of them release deep sighs and snuggle closer.

I know neither of them got much extra sleep this morning, despite their attempt.

And with the way the adrenaline has been coming and going it’s only a matter of time till their bodies grow heavy and their breathing grows even.

Gemma walks over to us sometime later and smiles.

“Always been attached at the damn hip,” she says softly.

I peer down and note the girls have fallen into a troubled sleep.

“Aye. How you doing, Ma?”

She shakes her head. “If that bitch isn’t dead, she’s going to wish she was when I’m done with her.”

I don’t have to ask who she’s talking about.

“Has there been any news on her?”

Gemma shakes her head.

“Not yet. Wish they’d come and tell me I never have to worry about her again.”  She sighs.

Turning to look at me, she gives me those narrowed whiskey-colored eyes.

She’s been brewing something in that big brain of hers and it’s either gonna be really good for me or about to make me very uncomfortable.

“You’re good for my daughter. I worried I might never see that kind of joy in her eyes again. She was always my sweet baby. Kind-hearted and open. Not naïve, but a little too optimistic. I tried to train it outta her, but never could. Then I went and got used to it.” She gives a throaty chuckle and shakes her head.

“Seeing it crushed under the boot heels of some fucking traitor like Hobart. That shit hurt deep.” She narrows her gaze. “I ain’t never going through that again, am I?”

I’m wondering why she’s waited till now to have this convo with me and not before the wedding, but I know better than to question the Queen.

“No, ma’am.” I answer honestly.

She nods her head. “Good.” She smiles. “Give me a grandbaby, and you and I will be golden.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Yeah, I heard that for myself, Daddy,” she says sarcastically.

I grin unashamed. I’ll never be embarrassed about anything that Mo and I do.

A throat clears, and we both look up.

“He made it.”

Gemma grins, and I gently rock the girls to wake them.

“Wait, they’re doing the crow thing now?” Tara whispers.

“Another comment like that, and I’ll forget you just helped save my grandchild,” Gemma snaps.

“Journee is me wife and me old lady.” I glance down at Lee, who’s blinking up at me before I direct the wide smile I know gets under people’s skin at Tara.

“And I’ll let Leelove inform you about her new position.”

“Whas going on, Daddy?” Journee whispers.

“Abel made it through the first surgery, loves,” I whisper.

They’re out of my arms and jumping up and down like a pair of high school cheerleaders.

“He’s not out of the woods yet,” Tara cautions.

The girls turn to her with a look of disgust.

“Always the buzzkill,” Lee mumbles.

Tara clears her throat. “Wendy Case is also awake.”

“Trust me. You don’t want us to go see Wendy right now,” Gemma says.

“She’s going to need support to beat this—.”

The girls look at each other and burst out laughing.

Tara’s face falls.

“Ya have ta want help t’get it. Yew’ve missed a lot. So yer speaking on things ya Cannae understand.”

“We’re talking about decent human kindness,” Tara says, exasperated.

“There are so many things you’ve grown out of touch with Knowles. I’d list them for you, but we’ve got far better things to do right now,” Gemma says as her fingers fly over the keyboard. My phone vibrates, and I know she’s sent a club update.

When my phone begins to ring, Mo huffs and pouts.

“Yeah?”

“Time for church, Chibby. We learned a few things,” Tig says.

“On my way in. Bring the girls?” I ask.

Gemma shakes her head. “We have got to get a handle on Jax’s house for important reasons.”

I nod my head. “Need you to send a prospect to Jax’s old house for the girls.”

“He’ll be waiting for them,” Tig says.

“Appreciate it, Tigger.”

“You know they’re my girls too.”

“Aye. I know.” I disconnect.

“Duty calls, ladies, but there’ll be a prospect awaiting your arrival.

“The one who doesn’t eat meat?” Gemma wrinkles her nose.

“I don’t trust a man who doesn’t eat meat. Don’t patch him in.”

“I’ll keep that in mind when it comes time to vote.”

“Always liked you, Scottie.”

“Such a suck-up,” Journee teases.

I wink at her. Cupping the back of her neck, I pull her into a kiss. I savor her taste and softness before I pull away.

“One of us will come to bring you home if the prospect doesn’t. yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I pat her ass. “There’s a good lass.”

“Fill me in on my grandson before we leave, Knowles,” Gemma says, taking her aside as I pull away for Mo.

“Stay safe, Filip.”

“Always Mo Astor.”

***

Church is a different experience now that I have something more than the club and its secrets to protect. I know retaliation is coming with the Mayans, and now with Wendy’s bullshit, we’re looking into the Nords. It’s like placing a fucking target on my back, and yet, I can’t show the way I feel in any way. Not at the table in front of mixed company. The Nords only have about sixteen guys, but with their leader, Darby, out of jail and ready to make his presence known, we’re looking at brawn over brain action happening. We’ve turned a blind eye to the meth labs they run out of Lodi, but that was when they sold to truckers and Hispanic gangs. This is hitting too close to home.

“How’s his guy doing?” Clay asks.

I focus back on the conversation going on around me.

“Fractured cheek, broken nose, left nut swinging solo.” Juicy informs us with a smirk.

“Yes, it was beautiful!” I crow. “That’s my boy!” I let the laughter I don’t feel flow. I’m damn used to pretending.

“He’s lucky he’s breathing,” Jackie boy growls. I know he means every word.

“So, uh, any luck up north?” Clay asks, turning his attention to Happy, who we’d called in to try to replace our missing hardware.

“Tacoma can help with the Glocks, but there’s no M4s anywhere. Washington State, Oregon, Nevada, nobody’s got stock, man.”

Fucking perfect.

“We’ll have all the Mayan intel by the morning. We’ll get our guns back.” Jax says, turning to look at Juicy.

Juice nods.

They downplay how much good he’s done for our club but without him, we’d still be in the dark playing guessing games.

They start to conclude with treasury talk and other bullshit.

I’m counting down until I can get home to my wife.

“All right, all right. Anything else?” Clay asks. Finally.

“Yeah, I, uh, just wanna say to Jackson on a club level,” Piney begins. I sit up. He doesn’t do speeches often. “The Sons of Anarchy, the Redwood Original, is here for you. Your father would be proud of the man you’ve become, you know. Every time I see you sitting at this table, well, I do a double-take at you.”

“It’s probably just the weed Pop,” Opie says, lightening the mood.

Piney gives a chuckle. “Probably. I mean, he’s... Anyway, whatever you need, son, it’s yours.” The man’s old school. He understands what loyalty means. For people like him and me, the club is about the family we’ve chosen for ourselves, not the bullshit that comes with it.

“Thank you, Piney. Thanks, boys,” Jax says. I nod my head at him. He knows all he has to do is ask me.

“Meeting closed.”

Now I pay my dues, shoot the shit, and bide my time. The clubhouse doesn’t hold the same lure it used to.

“What the hell is that smell?” Clay asks.

“I don’t know. God, if I know. I smell it too,” Bobby says.

I tense up. The last thing we need to do is find a fucking dead Crow. With the way they do drugs, it’s happened before.

They walk around sniffing. Clay comes to the pool table. Shit. Which one is it this time? Peggy’s been hitting the coke pretty hard for someone her age.

“It’s that box,” Clay says.

“What is it?” Bobby asks.

“I don’t know,” Clay says.  Clay opens the box, and the scent rushes toward us.

I gag when I see the decapitated deer head.

What the feck is this horse shite?

“Hey, that’s mine.”

Oh, for fucks sake.

I shake my head as my damn prospect rushes over, proud as shit, and lifts the rotting head up.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Bobby asks, covering his nose and mouth. Even Piney, with his oxygen tubes, tries to plug up his nostrils.

“No, I just—You know, I thought it was like a surprise. We could mount it in the club. You know, like on the wall.

“It’s gotta be stuffed and treated, you idiot,” Jax says.

“Yeah, I know, I just... Stuffed with what?” he asks. Fucking hell, why am I in charge of this blundering idiot? Assholes assigned him to me while I was on me honeymoon with Mo Astor. Jealous, vindictive bastards.

“Got a real winner there,” Jax says.

“Feck off.” I nudge him playfully with my elbow, and he gives me a small smile.

“Jax.”

“Gotta go, Duty calls,” He says, nodding his head toward Clay.

“Good speed, brother.”

I join Tig at the bar, positioned where I can watch Jax. He’s not himself right now, and he’s got a lot to lose.

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Lee

As VP, I know Jax will be in the thick of whatever is going on, but this is my first time dealing with it from an Old Lady perspective. He’s kept me glued to his side since he left church. I know better than to ask despite my desperate desire to know what the hell is going on. If he wants to, he’ll offer what he can. This is a new dance I don’t know the moves to yet. Couples handle this life in several ways. Some know it all. Others turn a blind eye and maintain deniability by being told nothing, and others are a mixture of the two. With his position, things are going to be sensitive as shit. I deal with the books, but I don’t delve into Sons’ business. That’s for those who wear the reaper only. The line they draw in the sand is a clear one.

“You, okay?” I ask tentatively, following him into his dorm. Jax doesn’t talk until he’s good and ready to. I know not to push, but I want him to know I’m here for whatever he needs.

“Nah. I don’t even want to think about this cluster fuck of a situation. That’ll come tomorrow.” He cups the back of my neck and pulls me to him. “I don’t want you alone until we know what’s going on. Reschedule your outside appointments.”

“Jax,” I think of how behind that’ll put me.

“I’m not kidding Harley.”

The use of my full name shuts me up. “Okay, I understand.”

“Good. Stick with Baby J. I want both of you covered at all times. That’s easier to accomplish when you’re attached at the hip. It’ll be like high school all over again.”

“Shut up.” I elbow him playfully, and he laughs.

The tension between us eases. We’ve been through bad times before. This is just another bump in the road.

“Ya know…this is the first time I’ve gotten you in my dorm since we got together.”

He raises a playful eyebrow and I’m grateful for the lighter subject.

“And I know it’s clean, Cause I watched your sister do it,” I shoot back.

“Always gotta have the last word, don’t you?” His hand moves up to cup my cheek.

 “It’s a skill I happen to excel at.” I grin, batting my eyelashes playfully.

“Good thing I know how to shut you up then, huh?”

“You wish.”

Pulling me towards him, he presses his lips to mine. I moan, unable to resist his masculine flavor. Opening my mouth, I accept his dominating tongue. I fist his growing hair and reassure myself he’s here beside me and not smoke and ash.

This life can be fleeting, and Jax has a target painted on his back for a shit ton of reasons.

Tilting my head, I deepen the kiss, needing more. I push him down to sit on the edge of the bed before I climb into his lap, winding my body around his. I soak up his warmth and the scent of leather, smoke, and man. He palms my ass and grinds up against me with an animalistic grunt. The friction has me whimpering. He’s hard as steel, and my pussy is already clutching on air in anticipation.

“You always taste so damn good,” He rasps nuzzling my neck with his nose.

Fisting his kutte, I rock my hips, loving the moan that spills from his lips. He’s always so cocky and in control. Tonight, I want to be the one who makes him lose it. I reach down between us and undo his belt.

“I need you inside me, Jackson.” I pop his button and pull down his zipper. He springs free, swollen and pulsing. “I want to ride your cock until you explode.”

“Fuck, babe. Yes.” He groans.

Wrapping my hand around his thick cock, I tighten my fist. His dick twitches, and I spit on him and begin to pump.

“Jesus Christ.” He groans, clutching the sheets, and I smirk. I know exactly how to please a man. It was part of my education in the life. Men are prone to stray, and you know from a young age that you’ll be competing with Crows if you date a brother. So, you need to have all the moves, but the façade of someone more respectable. I think it’s one reason why Journee and I turned to each other to practice and discovered we had a genuine attraction between us.

Easing off his lap, I kneel. His eyes go comically wide, and I bite back a chuckle as I take him to the back of my throat.

“Oh shit. Oh shit,” he chants.

I hum, and his hips jerk up. I relax my throat in response, and I swear the black of his eyes nearly blots out the blue as desire hits him.

“Lee. Fuck yes.” He fists my hair, and I continue to work him over. When I taste the gush of salty precum, I pull away.

“Shit.”  He whines.

“Don’t worry. I got better plans for him.” I hold his gaze as I remove my clothes and walk over to straddle his lap. “Tonight. I’m in control,” I whisper. Biting his lip hard, I grip his base as I ease down onto his length. He moans. I lean forward, lifting and lowering as I ride him. I flex my inner walls and pick up my speed.

“Oh yeah. Just like that, Lee.” He grips my neck but doesn’t restrict my movement.

“You like that, Jackson?”

“Fuck yes, I do.” His eyes are practically indigo, filled with desire and need.

I climb higher, heady off the way he moves inside me.

He drives up, pounding into my pussy. We’re two desperate, wild beings as our bodies come together, creating delicious friction I can feel to my very soul. I meet his thrusts and tighten my walls. His muscles flex and strain. Sweat beads on his brow.

“Give it to me, Jax. I want to feel you flooding me.”

“Shit. shit, shit.”  He grips my hip in one hand and drives deeper with each thrust. I slam down, and he squeezes my hips, keeping me in place as he twitches inside of me, going off like a geyser. The heat triggers my own release, ripping his name from my throat.

 I swim back to the surface and find myself sprawled across his chest as we lay back on the bed.

“Not sure what kicked that off, but please feel free to repeat it anytime.” He teases, his fingers lazily playing with the ends of my hair.

I’m too comfortable to do much else but roll my eyes. “If you’re a good boy, I just might.” I glance up at him loving the boyish smirk that covers his cheeks.

“Trying to rehabilitate me? You really are my old lady.”  He winks.

We both laugh, and I bury my face into his neck.

His lips press to my crown as I snuggle closely to him.

I don’t know what lays in front of us tomorrow but I’ll enjoy his presence while I can.

*~*~*

“Rise and shine, Princess.”

I groan. “What time is it?”

“Five-thirty.”

I toss a pillow at his head. “Then why are you waking me?”

“Because we need to relocate you. I got to take care of some things.”

“And I can’t sleep through it. Why?” I stretch out the last word as my Trager upbringing slips out. Tig is the King of whining.

“You’re usually more of a morning person than this.” His chipper tone makes me want to beat him over the head with a pillow.

“Not when someone kept me up all night,” I mumble, already missing the anonymity sleep provided. Even as my brain boots up, I’m worrying about Jax and what he and Tig might face. I might hide it well, but I’m no different from any other woman who loves someone with a dangerous job.

He laughs and sits me up. “Can you blame me babe? If you saw how sexy you looked riding my cock you wouldn’t have wanted to sleep either.” I roll my eyes at him but have to admit he does have a unique form of flattery.

“I’ll help. Arms up.” I do as he asks. He places one of his old Samcro shirts over my head. “I even got these out for you.” He hands me a pair of leggings, and I slip them on.  My blood runs cold when he reaches into the nightstand beside his bed and pulls out a fat stack of hundreds. My man never walks around light in the wallet, so this can only mean one thing, bribery. Scooping me into his arms, he leaves the dorm and makes the quick trip a few doors down. He knocks on the door and I soak in the comfort and security being in his arms provides me for as long as I can. A few moments later, a wild-haired low-lidded Scot appears.

“Ya need me, Jackie boy?”

“Making a delivery.” He walks inside and places me beside Journee, who smiles sleepily and pulls me into her body. Clearly, the boys had this planned out ahead of time. Nice of them to not consult with us. I’d bitch if I wasn’t so damn exhausted. Right now, Journee is soft, warm, familiar, and the only thing keeping me from bursting into tears in front of Jax. What’s going on is huge. This is the type of thing that starts a war. I place my hands over Journee’s as she big spoons around me. I hear the boys whispered conversation at the door. Jax kneels beside the bed.

His long fingers tuck some of my loose strands behind my ear before his warm hand palms my cheek.

His cerulean eyes peer into mine and I can see the worry he’s trying to hide from me.

“I’m headed out. Stay with Journee, and both of you hang close to Chibs today, Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper, nodding.

He gives me a soft smile before raising an eyebrow at the form behind me.

“Baby J?”

“Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph. My Old man is right there.”

“Still your big brother.”

Journee snorts, and her warm breath caresses my ear. “Yes, J. We’ll stay together and beside Filip.”

“Good girl.” He pats her head, and she bats him away.

“See you soon, beautiful.” Jax leans in and captures my lips. Slipping my hand out from the covers, I cup his cheek and kiss him deeply.

 But I refuse to let him taste a goodbye on my lips.

“Love you, stay safe,” I whisper, trying to hold back the emotion threatening to break through.

“Always babe. Love you too.” His fingers wrap around my wrist holding my arm in place before pressing a sweet kiss to the colored ink of his Crow on my skin.

I smile softly at his recently developed quirk.

He gives me a wink before he rises from his knees.

His entire demeanor changes as he stalks from the room with a little extra swagger in his step. That’s Jackson Badass Motherfucker Teller, SamCro VP, who’s just as likely to smash your face in as he is to negotiate if the situation depends on it.

The door shuts behind him, and I let a few tears escape.

“Ack. It’s okay, Leelove. Jackie boy has more lives than a damn cat. He’ll be back before ya know it. Come on. Let’s all try to get some more sleep, yeah?” Chibs walks to the opposite side of the bed and climbs in behind Journee. Extending his arm to me, he places his hand over the one I have linked with Journee. I gratefully accept the additional comfort and the feeling of safety that allows me to relax back in the bed. I can’t hide from the situation forever, but I can try and rest and empty my brain. I’ll store up my energy to have when I need to stand firm.

 ~~***~~

Journee

“I’m starting to see why Ma has always got her hands in something,” I mumble.

“That’s a scary thing, understanding Gemma better,” Lee says.

I sigh. “There’s something to keeping busy.”

“Yeah, which is why we’re making muffins for everyone, not orchestrating lives,” Lee mumbles.

I laugh. “Ma’s never been known for her restraint, has she?”

Once Chibs had been called to church before the sun was up, sleep was no longer viable for either of us. Knowing they were in the room plotting and discussing steps that would drastically impact our future had us playing the what-if game. It was better to make ourselves useful than to feed into each other’s paranoia.

“Did you get anything from Chibby before he went in to Church?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think he even knows anything yet. I was trying to get a read on him, but he was a damn stone wall.”  I pout.

“Aaaah. So Daddy can say no.”

I stick my tongue at her. “Meanie head.”

“Jax didn’t even swing by to check-in, so you know it’s time-sensitive.”

“It feels like they’ve been in there forever.” The timer dings.

“Only twenty minutes.”

“A lot can happen in that amount of time.”  I flour the fresh blueberries to keep them from sinking into the muffin batter as she takes out our first batch and places them on a cooling rack. I noticed my Godfather’s bike outside. They don’t call Hap in for nothing.

“Well, if it isn’t my little beams of sunshine.” Gemma appears in the doorway in a full face of make-up with form-fitting jeans and a low-cut black shirt. How she’s this put together before the sun has risen is beyond me. Lee and I are still dressed in pajama pants and one of our Old men’s t-shirts.

“Morning Ma.” We chime.

She lingers in the door frame observing us with that unreadable expression that used to make me crawl inside my skin.

“If I had known marriage would turn you into Betty Crocker, I would’ve gotten you down the aisle sooner.”

“Don’t start.” I shake my head. She’s so amused and pleased about my new status as Mrs. Telford.

“And baby, Can I say Old Lady status looks good on you? Got you in here acting domestic and shit.”

“Like you aren’t coming in here to oversee us.” I peer up from continuing to flour the fresh blueberries.

“I’m making sure everything goes smoothly. There’s a difference.”

I roll my eyes. Right.

“Keep that up, and those pretty brown eyes Chibs loves so much might get stuck.” Ma’s voice teases.

Stuck or knocked out of my head?

“Sorry, Ma. I’m a little cranky.”

“Didn’t get the daily dose of D this morning?”

“Ma!” My jaw drops.

“What? I’m trying to encourage procreation techniques.”

Lee snickers.

“Don’t think you aren’t on my list? You and Jackson need to have a son to go with this one.”

“What if the sonogram is wrong and Wendy is actually having a girl,” Lee says, clearly stunned at how far ahead she’s planning.

I grin, enjoying seeing her roasted on the hot coals Ma’s been dragging me through.

“Tellers have boys. It’s what we do. Not even that Junkie whore is gonna mess with that tradition. And you two always do everything together. I give ya a few months between pregnancies.”

Times like this, I swear my mother’s a witch. One capable of bending the laws of physics to her whims. Because her predictions feel more like commands to the universe that better be obeyed.

“You girls are lucky. I had to go it alone. You have each other.” She continues her lecture and informative speech. “Your babies will grow up together and have a tight bond. It’ll keep Samcro strong.”

If we were using condoms, I’d be worried about my mother poking holes in them. “We’re all just getting settled in, Ma. No need to plot our entire future.”

“Only way to rule, with a clear vision and foresight.” She points at us. “Remember that.”

“Yes, Ma,” we agree. It’s so much easier to give in when the matter is important.

She nods her approval and walks over to pat our cheeks. “Good girls. I knew I raised ya right.”

It’s times like this, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if ladies went into the ring and my mothers went head-to-head. Because each of them seems to believe they assembled me like a lego set.

I meet Lee’s gaze.

She widens her eyes slightly.

You okay?  

I wink.

Yeap.  

We don’t need words to communicate anymore.

There were times when the Queen could be too much to handle. I’d always fled to Lee’s home, wherever that might be, or Opie’s once upon a time. Jax’s little mutiny with Tara had thrown her into a panic. Being a main recipient of Gemma Love was hell on earth. That little stunt had fucked us all in so many ways.

“Better get those batches in. The men are going to be starving when they come out. Stress eaters.” She snorts.

And just like that, our mother-daughter bonding time is over.

Lee and I work together to churn out a few more trays before the door opens and the men walk out of the chapel. My heart races. I wait to see the next order from Clay, who looks like someone pissed in his Wheaties. Him in this mood is always a dangerous thing. Lee and I move closer together, bodies brushing as he stands to his full height and surveys his court.

“Lockdown won’t be ending just yet.” My heart sinks. “But we got things under control. Shouldn’t be long.”  I wish I believed him. This stinks of turf invasion. That always gets bloody fast—my stomach rolls. I swallow down the bile trying to creep up my throat. Lee laces her fingers with mine and squeezes, grounding me. We’re anchoring each other, ready to weather the storm blowing in on the dry air. She’s just as worried as I am.

“It’s business as usual for the boys. Got to keep up appearances. Prospects will hang back in here with you.” He turns his attention to us. “I see the ladies have provided us with some breakfast. Eat up, boys. We’re going to be putting in a long day.” In other words, don’t expect them home. The tension ratchets up as we wait for his dismissal. You can see how much he covets the power as he keeps us in a perpetual limbo, stretching out the moment.

“You’re free to go.” Everyone moves at once, and the quiet club is filled with noise. Brothers hurry to grab a muffin, others head to their dorms to dress for the day, and Gemma makes her way over to Clay. She’s got her ass-kissing face on. The extra nice exterior she puts on when she wants something.   I never appreciated her skills as much as I do now. Whatever she can glean, she’ll give us a watered-down version of for heads up.

Chibs and Jax walk over with two muffins in their hands and one in their mouths. I can’t help but laugh at the picture they present.

“Wha?” Jax asks around a mouthful of muffin.

I smile. “Just reminded of mornings growing up.”

“Nah, then it’d have to be a bowl and a whole box of cereal he’s guarding like a gargoyle,” Lee adds.

“Oh my God. The epic battles we got into over Cookie Crip was real.” I laugh, thinking of the sword battle we had with spoons.

Jax swallows, and I marvel at the fact that he hasn’t choked to death yet. “It’s the best.”

“And you always had to one-up me and have something I didn’t.” I scowl.

He smiles. “I don’t know what you mean, darling.”

“Filthy lies,” I whisper.

“Back ta ye corners children. Walk with me Mo. Wanna have a few moments wif ya before I have t’clock in.”

“You’re lucky.” I point my finger at Jax, who laughs.

“Right? Hey, need you two to swing by Wendy’s. Bitch hasn’t picked up my calls recently.”

“That’s because she knows it’s you,” Lee says, sneaking a bite of the muffin in his hand.

“Be honest. You’re sending us because you fear the waffle iron.” I goad him.

“When did you get so bratty?” “Learned it from watching you, big brother,” I say, sticking out my tongue.

“What she means is, yes, we’ll be happy to swing by and instill fear in that little bitch,” Lee drawls.

“Thank you, babe.”

I grin, enjoying their domestic exchange. Those two together is a long wished for a present. Jax bends down to capture her mouth in a blueberry crumb-coated kiss, and I turn my attention to my old man. His eyes are full of worry.

“Filip?”

“Not here, Mo.”

I swallow, and he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side.

“Jesus. I wanted to tell Wifey thank you at least before you take her into your bedroom and chain her to the bed.” Tig pops up and kisses my cheek. “Tha’s more you than me, brotha.”

“Don’t I know it.” Tig’s blue eyes gleam devilishly. “You two love birds have fun. I have a future son-in-law’s patience to test.” He rubs his hand in glee and stalks off. I regret not being able to see it. No one can get under Jax’s skin like Tiggy.  

“At least he’s realized they’re in it for the long haul,” Chibs says.

“And yet he hasn’t eased up. Going to be real interesting going forward.” I grin. I love it when someone else gives the big lug shit. He needs to have his head deflated regularly to keep from floating away.

“You’ll love every minute of it, me wicked beauty.”

“Aye.”

Chibs chuckles. Even now that we’re alone, he’s still wearing his club persona. He’s gone on guard. What had they talked about? He’s never hidden much from me. But that was partially the fact that I could be trusted and all the alcohol he was constantly drowning himself in. What happens now? I fight back nausea as worst cause scenarios flash in my mind. We reach his dorm, and he unlocks the door and lets me step inside. The minute the door is closed, he has me pressed against his chest.

“Chibs?”

“I see this going bad, Mo. And the two fractions we have drama with, neither of them has any love lost for Ye.”

His words penetrate deep.

“Mayans?” I’ll never forget hiding in my father’s panic room while they ransacked the building we were in looking for us. My skin grows cold and clammy. Maybe this time they’ll finish the job. Life’s been so happy lately. Of course, the devil’s come to collect his due.

“Might be. Only other people close by are Nords.”

“Jesus.”

“Not going to let either of them touch you, Mo.” His voice is as sharp as the blades sheathed in his holster, and he’s shaking with unbridled rage. This is the sound people had heard just before they died. I won’t tell him everything will be okay when we both know how quickly shit can go wrong.

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Mo Astor Chapter 41

Jax

“Wasn’t expecting to see you for lunch.” Ope walks over to me, and I grin, hopping down from the back of his truck. Every time I see his face, it feels like a small miracle. We’d been each other’s shadows for so long, having him gone felt like losing a limb. His misguided decisions had cracked our bond, but it was Donna who’d continued to widen it with her demands and lack of understanding. He’d managed to keep her somewhat under control before he went in, though, we’d all seen the strain. Afterward, there was no reasoning with her. It’s why I met up with him on the job versus trying to come to his place. The last thing the man needs is more trouble on his doorstep.  

“Yeah, this visit is part warning.  Part need for conversation.”

“Oh?” He tilts his head.

“The girls went to talk to Donna today.”

“Fuck.” He sighs and places a hand over his face.

“Why would they do that?” He mutters.

“Because the other option was Gemma.”

“Yeah. No. this is way better.” Ope nods his head, and we both laugh.

“I brought you Hanna’s.” I know things are so tight he’s brown-bagging his lunch.

Ain’t right. After everything he’s done for Samcro, we want to reward him. It don’t sit right with me that Donna’s keeping him from getting his due. I know he thought he loved her when he put his ring on her, but I can’t help but notice that she never wore his crow.

That speaks volumes in my book.

I hand him the Styrofoam container.

“Should I be nervous? Seem like you’re trying to butter me up.” He sits on the tailgate and takes the offering.

I shake my head. “More of an apology. I know we ain’t helping make things easier for you.”

“Not sure anything can do that right now, brother.” He opens the container and begins to devour his fries.

“It’s that bad?” I ask, shocked.

I figured she’d be happy to have the big guy back. Bitch has him all to herself, and she’s still raising hell.

He sighs and unwraps his burger.

“I didn’t think I’d come home and just pick up where I left off. But, feeling misplaced in your own home is a hell of a kick to the teeth after five years inside.”

I toy with my lighter and set down my pack of cigarettes.

“I gotta ask, man. Why?”

“Been waiting a long time for you to ask me this. I know you hate my guts for going off the path.”

I shake my head.

“Nah bro. Wasn’t that you found someone else, It was the way you did it. You let everyone think shit hadn’t changed and then show up with some new girl. Broke J’s fucking heart and embarrassed the shit out of her too.”

I scowl.

Recalling the memory gets my blood boiling.

She was a good girl who deserved way better.

There weren’t many girls I could say that about around the club.

Opie bows his head.

It’s good to see him remorseful.

“I know that was shitty. I owe her an apology. You too.” He meets my eyes to show me how much he means it.

“You trusted me with your baby sister, gave me the talk and everything, and I betrayed that trust. I own it. I would’ve wanted to take your head off if it had been Harley in the same situation.”

The bond between Harry and Harley had always been pretty similar to J and I. Gran’s house was down the street from Piney’s place and Ope had spent a lot of time over there when his parents were fighting or binging on booze.

I know she’d given him hell after the shit went down with him and Baby J. She’d never been a big Donna fan but damn did she try for her big bro’s sake. Donna just don’t make it easy.

“Truth is, I was thinking with my dick. Then Little Harry got me in a shit load of trouble. I knocked her up.”

I stare at him, stunned.

How had I not heard this story before?

“That was why I brought her back and played it off like I was head over heels. I wasn’t about to let my baby be a bastard or look stupid as fuck.”

“You were.”

He shakes his head.

“I was seventeen and knew fuck-all.”

“No disrespect Op. But the numbers don’t add up.”

I was at the hospital for the birth of each of his kids.

“She lost the baby,” he says softly.

The sadness in his words is like a gut punch.

“Oh, fuck man. I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Yeah. I thought, In for a penny. In for a pound. We had chemistry, and I wanted it to be my forever after. To do what my own parents couldn’t.”

“You should’ve just had brown babies, man. Would’ve been easier.”

I say to lighten the mood.

I love my sister with Chibs.

I think things worked out well for her, but I know she could’ve been happy with Opie.

His apology is a thing I didn’t realize I wanted so bad.

I can forgive him for his stupidity.

It feels like the start of mending something long broken.

He snickers. “Yeah. It would’ve.”

“Aight, so I get how you ended up here. Why you staying then?”

He chews on his final bite of food as his nostrils flare.

“After everything I cost her, I can’t be the one to walk away. She’s separated from her family, in a town she never intended to make her home, and she’s been alone for five years raising my kids.”

“Brother, that’s crazy. You’re miserable. Life is meant to be way more than that.”

Op shrugs.

“One thing I learned is that we get what we get. Not always what we deserve or want.”

“So, you’re seriously gonna hang around in this for the rest of your life?”

“Way shit’s going, brother, it won’t be much longer.”

“Then what?”

“Hell if I know.” The most level-headed brother I know is lost in an ocean of sadness of his own making.

I hate it for him, but no one can force the bullheaded bastard to do anything he doesn’t want to.

He’s like his old man that way.

“I’ll support you whatever you want to do, man.  You need something you know Samcro has got your back.”

“Appreciate it brother.”

I clear my throat.

Time to start the conversation I need to have.

“Your turn.” Ope says, nodding at me as he takes a sip from his drink.

Never one to sugar coat shit, especially with Ope, I clear my throat.

“I think I saw Tara at the hospital.”

He spews his coke out and chokes.

I pat his massive back.

“What the fuck Jax? Can’t spring that on a guy.”

“Yeah. Well, you think you’re shocked,” I say sarcastically.

“You sure?” he asks.

“No. but it ain’t my style to let ghosts haunt me. If it wasn’t Tara, she has a twin she never mentioned.”

“Fuck. You tell anyone?”

I shake my head. “No use riling everyone up for a false alarm.”

“You gotta check into this.”

I smile.

“No shit. Why do you think I’m here? I’m open to suggestions.”  

“If she works at the hospital, she should be listed on the website.”

I pull my phone out of my back pocket.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. If she’s actually a doctor she’ll be listed.”

“What the fuck would she be doing back here man?”

It doesn’t make sense.

She couldn’t high tail it out of this town fast enough.

“I don’t know. You always have a way of hanging your hat up with crazy broads. Just because she’s book smart doesn’t mean she’s not a little unhinged.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Call it how I see it.”

“Imma tell Lee you said that.” I tease.

He chuckles.

“Hell, she is pretty much Trager.”

He shrugs and grins, obviously happy to see the role reversal.

Rolling my eyes, I take the plunge and bring up St. Thomas’s main website. I hit the button for physicians and scroll down from A. I see my life flash before my eyes when I get to the K’s. I close my eyes as my brain blanks. I never thought I’d see her again, let alone have her living in the same small town once more.

“It was her,” I rasp.

“Suddenly, my life seems a lot less shitty.” Op grins.

“Asshole.”

“The Royal We hate her, brother,” he says, referring to the three women who matter most in my life.

“Whatever you do, don’t sit on this long. If they find out you knew and let them just run into her randomly blind…” He lets out a long, low whistle.

“Yeah. Who would you tell first?” I rub the back of my neck.

“Baby J. Then she can help you break it to Lee, and the two of them can help you break it to Gemma. Gonna take all of you to let her know Tara Fucking Knowles is back in town, and she slipped in under her radar.” The nickname, the Witches of Charming gave her, makes me groan. This is going to be a shit show.

***

I feel like I’m living on borrowed time. After I share my news, shit is going to run on ATFK after Tara Fucking Knowles Time.

My girls hated my ex for a good reason.

She had me questioning my place in the world, my commitment to the club and isolated me from everyone I cared for.

She took my crow, made me think she’d be around to deal with any fallout that would come.

It was all lies.

It’s the gentleman instilled in me that keeps me from chasing her ass out of town.

“You’re in your head,” Lee says as she climbs onto the back of my bike.

I’m aiming to get in a little time with her while I can before the baby comes and this new roadblock is erected.

“Went and talked to Op. He apologized.”

“Bout fucking time.” She rolls her eyes. I can just picture her pinch to his side the way J does to me when I fuck up.

No one can be a shit to you like your little sister.

“The boy’s head can be thick as hell. I blame it on Piney.”

“I gotta agree with you.”

“Maybe once he apologizes to Nee, we can try to get back to some semblance of normal. Ugh. Or what we can manage with Donna.”

“I’d like that.”

She puts on her helmet, and I do the same before firing up my bike and taking the long way to the gas station.

Parking, I dismount after Lee hops off to head inside in front of me.

Filling up for our night ride, I walk inside and spot Lee in front of the tiny section of knickknacks.

The small black and white bird in her hand makes me smile.

Leave it to her to find a Penguin.

The tuxedo turkey has long been a favorite of hers.

Since she was little, she’s always had an obsession with penguins.

I’d watched so many documentaries I could write a damn paper on them. Collecting the most random penguin themed items has always been a little bit of a joke between us. Even before we dated, I could never resist bringing her fun penguin objects.

Walking up behind her, I pick up a children’s book. I flip through it, trying to imagine Abel reading it. Still can’t believe she decided on the name Abel. But at least she let me add my middle name and he would definitely be taking my last name.

Would Abel have my coloring or Wendy’s?

I glance at Lee and an image of a dark-haired boy with eerie blue eyes flickers in my mind before I squash it down.

I need to get the first one out safe and sound before I even think about indulging that whim.

“You going to add to the penguin parade slowly taking over our home?”          

“Maybe?” Lee smiles up at me.

I replace the book and browse the aisles on my way up to the register.

I shake my head as the young blonde clerk lowers her t-shirt to reveal nonexistent cleavage.

“Hey, Louise.”

Lee snorts, coming up behind me.

“Don’t bother.” She wraps an arm around me, flashing her crow as she places the penguin keychain on the counter.

Louise ducks her head.

“Give me two packs of the regular,” I say, feeling for the girl.

Lee isn’t the type to let that shit stand. She wants to let everyone know she’s taken.

Not that I got any complaints about that. More than happy to make sure everyone knows who she belongs to. I’m not really the jealous type. But what’s mine is mine, end of story.

“And whatever Lee here wants.”

I smile as Lee places the book down next to her penguin keychain.

“This was one of my favorites as a kid.” She smiles up at me sweetly.

I bend slightly to press a kiss to her lips before the the earth shakes.

I turn to the left and look out and see a fireball rising up into the sky.

“Oh shit!”  I grab Lee’s hand and we race for my bike.

I need her safe before I can even think about investigating.

Cranking the bike, I take off as I run down a mental checklist.

I need to check in with Tig, get to the clubhouse where everyone will be gathering, and make sure the house has all the prospects to keep Ma, Lee, and Baby J safe.

I don’t let my mind wander. If I start down the rabbit hole of what might’ve happened to either of them, I won’t be any use to anyone.

As I pull onto Ma’s street, I spot her SUV out in the drive and her familiar form pacing back and forth on the porch. My mouth dries. Baby J is still unaccounted for. I gun it, skid into the drive, and kill the engine. I’m whipping my phone out of my vest pocket when Chibs pulls onto the street with Baby J riding bitch. My stomach unclenches. I see my relief mirrored in my mother’s face as she rushes down the stairs.

“What the hell is going on?” She asks as the girls climb off the back of our bikes, and she pulls them both to her like she could block them from harm with her body. She runs her hands through their hair.

“I got no idea.”

My phone vibrates. I pull out my phone and see Tig’s name.

“Yeah?”

“You see that giant fireball in the sky?”

“Kind of hard to miss.”

“It means get your ass to church. My girl with you?”

“Got her with Ma.”

“Chibby ain’t picking up. So Wifey—.”

“Is in the driveway with Ma and Lee.”

“Good. Both of you get the lead out.” He hangs up before I can reply.

“Church.”

“I kinda figured Jackie boy,” Chibs says.

I nod my head. “We gotta go. Stay here. Inside, and let the prospects open the door and answer the phones unless it’s us.”

“Okay, Baby,” Ma says. She can listen when necessary.

Chibs and I both share a brief farewell with our Old Ladies.

“Be smart. Be safe.” Lee whispers, pressing a kiss to my lips. I squeeze her hip before stepping back quickly.

I nod at the other two as Chibs and I both mount our bikes and pull out the drive, focusing my mind on business. My girls are counting on me to keep them safe. It’s a vow I take deadly serious. We pull into the crowded lot and make our way inside around the table. I plop down across from Chibs, trying to wait for everyone to arrive. I never cursed Piney’s trike or Bobby’s slow-ass nature so much in my life. What feels like a damn year later, we’re all present, and the door is closed.

“What the hell was that?” I explode.

“Problems we can’t afford,” Clay says.

“Care to enlighten me?” I snap.

He narrows his eyes.

“Bluebird went sky high, and something tells me, it had help to do it. Gonna take some time for them to get the flames out. We gotta let it simmer before we can grease the wheels and find out more information.” Tig is a completely different person as he relays everything he’s learned. It’s like two people live inside his sadistic soul.

“You think we need to go into full lockdown?” I ask, leaning forward.

Tig sighs. “Can’t say for sure. I’m always going to air on the side of safety with them. Bring ‘em into the clubhouse.”

“Oh, Gem’s going to love this,” Clay grumbles.

“Better safe than sorry,” I say, daring him to challenge me on this. I don’t play fast and loose with my girls’ safety. The fact that he might don’t sit right with me.

***

Chibs

“Got a minute?” Jax catches me as we leave church.

“Aye.” I nod.

We make our way out back, where we both light up cigarettes. I’ve been cutting down, but I need a little nicotine to calm me nerves after today. Shite like this doesn’t happen in Charming. It’s one of the reasons I felt safe enough to marry and start a new family. So, this has me rattled down to my core.

“You hear Clay in there?”

“Wanna clarify, Jackie boy?” I tilt my head, studying the agitated man. His entire body is tense, and his eyes are dark and full of a blend of powerful emotions.

“How he dismissed the girls’ safety. I know my mom is tough and stubborn as a damn donkey, but that’s his job. If he’s that flippant with his wife’s safety, the trickle down to the girls—.” He trails off, violently shaking his head. I don’t want to fill his head with anything that’ll cause more friction between him and our president. It’s natural for them to be at odds in some ways. Clay is the past, and Jackie Boy is the future. Every time the old man sees his stepson, Clay sees the end of his reign. I already know that bastard ain’t going to step down gracefully.

Going to be a rough period of transition.

“I keen where yer going with this particular train of thought. What do ye wanna do about it?” I let him take the lead.

“I want to know between the two of us, we got them, whatever that takes.”

“Didn’t need t’have a conversation for that. Mo Astor and LeeLove are always going to have ole Chibby in their corner.”

Jax nods. “I knew it brother, just wanting to see if you caught the same shit I did back there.”

I pause a minute. “No disrespect to your Ma. But what they got ain’t like ours. We’re invested. Those women are our heartbeats, our center. Have been for a long time, whether we wanted t’admit it or not. You can’t expect him to think like we do.”

“Understatement.”

“No one told me we were having a pow-wow,” Tig says as he walks out.

“Jest talking bout the girls,” I say carefully. I love him, but he’s always been Clay’s man first.

His eyes darken, and he shakes his head. “Don’t like them being unprotected.”

I look over at Jax who’s eyebrows are raised. “They should have a prospect on em twenty-four seven till this is properly figured out.”

“Not how I heard your Pres say it,” Jax says, clearly testing the waters.

“Good thing I get to make safety calls. Hope you told Wifey the shops off-limits.”

“Not yet. Gonna lay down some new rules once she gets here.”

“Bet that’s not all you’ll be laying down,” Tig says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“What I tell yew bout fantasizing about me women, Tigger?” I ask, grateful to him for lightening the mood.

He whines. “Can’t help it. None of the girls round here have that ass or those lips.”

Jax snickers. “Need to get you a brown woman, man.”

“You know?” He tilts his head. “I haven’t had much occasion to indulge in brown sugar. They don’t frequent the area, if you know what I mean.”

“Yew just created a monster. I’ll have to warn Mo Astor about her family.”

“What? She hates those bitch cousins of hers anyway.” Tig huffs mock offended.

“That she does, brother.”

We remain out back, letting off steam, connected by the two women who hold special places in all our hearts. The gate opens, and I hear the sound of a vehicle coming in.

“That’s them.” Jax tosses his cigarette on the ground and stubs it out with his toe. I let him go first while I linger alone with Tig.

“What’s on your mind?” Tig asks.

“Don’t like this recent event,” I admit.

“None of us do. You know we keep our shit outside of Charming. Someone ain’t playing by the rules.” His eyes are icy chips. “Going to have to remind them what happens to those who step out of line.” This is Trager, the legendary S.A. speaking.

“We need to make sure the girls come out whole through this, Tig. I didn’t just get me wife, to lose her or see her spirit broken again by this club.”

“You think I’d let that happen to Wifey or my Baby Doll?”

“Nae. But we both know if we’re not careful, they’ll fall through the cracks, playing second fiddle to club drama.”

His head swivels toward me, and he growls. “That ain’t going to happen.”

I nod. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” I pat his back. “Wish me luck. Daddy has to go clip wifey’s wings.”

Finishing my cigarette, I dispose of the butt and pop a mint into my mouth, and go over what I want to say in my mind.  I never want her to feel like she did with Kyle, but her safety is more important than her desire to be independent. I don’t think she’ll fight me on this, but it’s the first real lockdown mode we’ve weathered together as husband and wife. It’s going to set a precedent moving forward. I can’t do my job the way I need to if I’m distracted worrying about her, and I will be if she doesn’t do what I say. Unlike most, losing my old lady isn’t fear. It’s a reality I’ve already lived. It makes a hell of a difference. I’m still haunted by my Kerrianne’s screams as she was drug out of the house while I was held back and beaten senseless.

Fiona’s sobs are etched into my skull – a warning of what will happen if I don’t stay on top of my job as an Old man, a protector. It’s why my Leannan wakes the beast in me who needs to control everything he can.

The minute I spot my girl in the arms of her big brother, she pulls out of his dual embrace with Lee and rushes toward me. I brace myself and open my arms. She hits me like a mini wrecking ball, and I lift her up, and she winds her legs and arms around me.  I bury my fingers in her hair as she nuzzles into the crook of my neck.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Daddy.”

“I’m fine, Mo Astor. How are yew?”

“Worried.”

I walk away from prying eyes, relocating into my dorm. “I won’t tell you that you shouldn’t be. We’re still gathering intel at the moment, and thas why we called lockdown. You know what tha means?” I sit on the bed, still holding her close.

“No Shop.”

“Aye, little lass. And keep your cute little ass inside and out of sight. I want you armed at all times and never alone. Don’t care if you’re taking a piss, Wifey goes with you.”

She pulls back. “Filip?” I realize I’m breathing heavily and holding her far too tight.

“I cannae lose yew Journee.”

“You won’t,” she whispers, cupping my face.

“No.” I agree. Because I’d die first and follow her soon after if it ever came to it. “I won’t.” I spent a lifetime living a life half dead. I can’t go back there again.

“Filip.” Her use of my name brings me back to the present. “Come back to me, Mo Chroi.”

I blink. “You’re here with me, and I’m not going anywhere.” She grips my hips with her thighs and leans back, pulling my hands to cup her belly.

“We’ve got plans, and you promised me a lifetime. I plan on collecting.” Leaning in, she licks my lips. “Starting right now.” Her tongue darts out to trace my scars, and I shudder as the sensitive nerves fire. Growling, I grasp her hips. She grinds down into my lap, holding my gaze.

“I want to take my man in his dorm. Only proper we christen it.” She slips her hands beneath my cut and helps me ease it off and slide down on the bed. “So many layers,” she purrs. Unzipping the leather vest that hides my blades and harness. I feel Chibs recede as Filip comes forward for his wife. I shuck the vest and watch as she trails her finger down the handle of my blades. My cock turns from stone to granite.

“Filip. I feel so overdressed. I think you should get me out of these clothes.” She slips my knife free, and my mouth goes dry. My cock twitches in my pants. It’s the ultimate show of trust, asking me to use me blade on her and bring pleasure instead of the pain it’s caused so many others.

“If tha’s what Mo wants.” I take the blade from her, and she leans back, holding herself still as she places her hand on my knees. I watch her dark eyes dilate as I slice through the pastel blue tank top that shows a sliver of her belly before the long flowing skirt.

“The only thing I want to feel is your Kutte on my bare skin and your huge Scottish cock buried as deep as it’ll go.”

“Ah Shite, love. You’re trying to kill me.”

“No. I’m trying to fuck you.”

I rip the scraps of fabric free, and her breast rise and fall slowly as I slip the cold steel beneath her bra and glide the edge through the silky pale pink material. It gives, baring her swollen breasts and pert, brown nipples. I lean forward to circle one with my tongue and suck it into my mouth, holding the knife away from her.

“I can’t wait.”

I release her with a loud pop, and she takes the knife from me and sets it onto my dresser. Sliding back on my thighs, she quickly undoes my belt and pops the top. Freeing me, she grips my base and pumps fast. Groaning, I arch up, fucking her hand. She’s impatient and wild, rising up on her thighs, shoving her panties to the side, and lining me up to her wet core. I tense.

“Don’t wanna hurt ye.”

“You won’t.” She lowers around me. I open my mouth in a silent cry. Tight, heat surrounds me as she slams down.

“Jaysus.”  This is new.  Gripping my shoulders, she puts her feet onto the bed, finding her rhythm as she rides my cock. I push the gauzy material out of the way, needing to see the way I disappear inside her. She’s taking me like a champ, moaning as she creams around my dick with her pulsing walls. This is her time to lead. I run my hands over her skin as she owns me. Her walls tighten, and I groan at the wet sounds we make.

“Filip. I need to feel you coat my insides with your hot come.”

“Ah, Shite.” I hiss, snapping my hips up to meet her frenzied movements.

“Please fill my little pink pussy and give me your seed. Give me a baby, Daddy.”

The sentence sends me flying. I explode. She screams my name. Her greedy pussy convulses around me, miking me for every last drop as fireworks go off behind my eyelids and my spine tingles. I ease out of her as our breathing evens.

“Nooo.”

“Shh. Got a promise I need to keep.”

Laying her onto my bed, I strip us both down and wrap her in my kutte.

“Never seen a sight so beautiful,” I whisper.  Journee smiles up at me.

“Yeah?”

“Aye. Let me show you how much I appreciate the view.” I climb between her legs, already hardening. Tomorrow there will be plenty of time for worries and drama. Tonight is to tide us over for however long we’ll be passing ships in the night, rarely seeing one another and always on edge.

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MO ASTOR CHAPTER 40                                              

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                                         Mo Astor Chapter 40

Lee

The Queen has summoned Journee and me to her lair, and like good little princesses, we’re coming in during our lunch breaks. I pause as I walk through the lot and peer up at the roof where Jax is seated on his perch. The Prince of Charming likes to look down on his future kingdom. I shield my eyes from the sun and meet his impossibly blue gaze. Blowing out smoke, he gives me a full-out smile. I return it with one of my own, wiggling my fingertips. He must be on lunch break, or he’d never have managed to sneak away during the middle of the day on a Monday. He jerks his head, gesturing for me to join him. Shaking my head, I point at the invisible spot where Gemma’s stoop is located. Whether she’s visible or not, that woman spies everything that goes on in this place. He grimaces, nodding his head in understanding before blowing me a sweet kiss. I laugh and reciprocate the action.

Being one of Gemma’s chosen few is a unique experience only understood by those who’ve undergone it. She loves all the SONS, but that’s not the same as being her kids. It’s a heavy burden to be. It can be a stifling, isolating, and infuriating connection. But you’re never alone, unloved, or unprotected. After everything I’ve seen happen in this life, I’ve come to appreciate that as an adult. It was a real fun killer growing up though. College was a half-lived experience with prospects; Jax and Ope hovering around like terrifying gargoyles. I miss my brother in everything but name. While he might be out of prison, he’s no longer around. I can’t help but resent Donna for that. When you marry the man, you also take on the club. She said she understood that. She lied.

As I peer up at Jax, I’m reminded of a different time he’d climbed his perch. One I’d been afraid he’d crash down from, a broken, beaten messed.

*** 15 years ago***

I’m still shaken by the explosion that happened in the clubhouse. I’ve seen Journee and Jax fight plenty of times. As siblings, it’s par for the course. Hell, I’ve gotten into it with Jax plenty of times myself. But this was different. The way he grabbed her and the tone he used still makes me sick to my stomach. Suddenly, he was too close to being one of the asshole brothers who didn’t respect boundaries or women. He’d gripped her so hard he’d left behind a bruise, and if Chibs hadn’t gotten involved, I shudder to think of how much more it would’ve escalated. Losing John has fucked with us all, but no one is taking it as hard as Jackson.

With Mama Gem locked away in her own haze of grief and the other brothers in meetings about the future of the charter, the three of us have been left to fend for ourselves. It’s not going well. Jax has spent most of his time holed up in John’s old dorm room he had fitted for us kids growing up. Drunk on stolen whiskey bottles, Jax refuses to let Journee and me out of his line of sight. The only time he’s surfaced from his cave is when we go to eat, and he gets another bottle. I understand his need to see we’re both whole. But, coupled with the snapping, snarling, and heavy-handed handling, it’s all become too much.

Baby J can take a lot, but his refusal to allow her monthly visit with her mother became the straw that broke the camel’s back. It caught Jax by surprise, and to say he reacted poorly would be an understatement. Exhaling, I grip the metal poles and begin the ascent. I make noise, warning him that I’m coming. I don’t think startling him would be wise. Watching Chibs haul him away, force something down his throat to make him puke his guts up and drag him to the shower will be seared into my brain for the rest of my life.

I reach the top and study Jax, who’s huddled in the center of the roof, looking far younger than his fifteen years and incredibly aged at the same time. I knock on the rooftop lightly.

“Incoming.” He peers up at me with watery, red-rimmed eyes that rip apart my soul. “I’m surprised you’re willing to risk coming up here.” He mutters. I finish climbing up and step onto the roof. “Figured you’d be cooled down by now.” He blinks. “Barley had the energy to climb up here.” An uncertain, fear-laced expression flows over his pouty countenance. “Is she okay?” he whispers.

“She will be. But you really scared her and hurt her.” I swallow. “And me. You can’t ever do that again, Jackson. I didn’t recognize you in there. You were looking dangerously close to those monsters we know who masquerade in SONs cuts.”

He winces. “Jesus.” His chest rises and falls rapidly. He blinks, and his eyes grow glossy. “I will never ever do that again. I refuse to hurt either of my girls or have them afraid of me.” He pushes up to his feet, wobbling as he makes his way toward me like a toddler just learning to walk. “You believe me, don’t you?”

I look into the familiar eyes of the young man I’ve always seen as my champion and protector. “I do. But if you ever pull that shit again. We won’t be so understanding. Never forget Tig is My Godfather, and Happy is hers. I don’t think you want to be dealing with either of them, let alone Menace.” I hate saying it. But, he needs to know we’ll go through the chain of command if necessary. “You’ve been out of sorts lately, and we’ve let things slide. That stops now. ‘Cause none of us can continue to live like this. Staying in one place together all the time isn’t possible. We have to live our lives.”

“God.” His voice cracks. “My father would be so ashamed of me right now.”

I glance away, unable to deny it when he’s right. John would’ve kicked his ass. “Then I guess you’ll have to make sure your behavior will make him proud from now on.”

“Yeah.” He mumbles. He turns those soft sky-blue gems to peer into mine before he clears his throat. “Can I…Can I hold you please?”

His voice shakes nervously with the words. I step forward and open my arms to him. He immediately wraps me up, holding me too him. I can practically feel the racing heartbeat through the thin cotton of his shirt.

“There’s only a problem when you try to hold on too tight. We love you and trust you. That’s why today scared us.” I pull away and cup his face. “Neither of us is going anywhere, Jackson. Where am I right now?”

“With me.” “And I will always be here when you need me.”

My heart aches for him as I move back into the shelter of his arms. He pulls me to him and buries his face in my crown. Our breaths synch as we settle into the moment full of forgiveness and silence.

Present          

Just thinking about that day still gives me chills. That was the day we learned where our boundaries lied. Jax took it to heart and never spoke to or touched us in such a rough or violent manner. Thank God.   It was a hidden moment between the four of us. We didn’t want to add to the drama or get Jax in trouble when he was barely hanging on as it was. In the end, it was a good move.

I continue on into the building where Mama Gemma lays in wait. I walk into the office and find Journee setting up a soup and salad spread from Hanna’s.

“That looks delicious.” The scent of potato soup makes my stomach growl. Gemma rises and opens her arms for a hug.

“Hey, Baby. Thanks for coming.” I kiss her cheek. Like I had a choice.

“Of course, Mama Gem. What’s going on?”

She frowns. “This is about Opie’s little twat of a wife.”  She shakes her head, pulls out a cigarette, and lights up.

Whatever Donna is doing, it’s getting under the Queen Bee’s skin. That’s never a good thing.

“What happened, Ma?” Journee asks as Gemma paces, and I sink into the seat beside her. She leans in to brush our lips together quickly in welcome. I press my legs into her as a grounding reminder that whatever craziness we’re about to be pulled into, we’ll weather it together.

“That bitch is letting Opie work himself to death for no fucking reason at all! He put his time in for the club. We’ve got his money here, but she refuses to take it. They’ve got debt out the ass because she’s still just as selfish as she always was. I knew nothing good was going to come from this union. I think the Winston’s just got busted-ass pickers. Look at Piney.” She huffs and takes a long drag to settle her nerves. I take the chance to start shoveling soup in my mouth. As soon as she starts to expect a response, my meal will be interrupted and cold by the time she stops her rant.

Journee takes a huge bite of her sandwich. “What do you want us to do about it?” She asks around her food.

“Journee Sweetheart, Manners.”

“I’m starving, and if I wait on you, I might turn into nothing but bones.”

“The way your old man goes at it with you-” She nods at Journee. “-You just might.” She cackles and mumbles, Daddy.

Journee ducks her head, and my jaw drops slightly.

“What? I’m pissed at Opie’s mess still causing waves.” She points her fingers toward us. “But I’m happy with my girls.”

I can’t help but preen under her attention. As much as she gets on my nerves, I crave her affection and approval. She’s wired us all that way. We’re like Pavlov’s dog, but with praise instead of the bell.

She nods her head. “You two are growing up beautifully.”

Journee looks at me and mouths, “And following my wishes.”

I hide my laugh behind my hand.

“I know I seem hard on you, but one day you two will be running things. I need to know the brothers and this club are going to be in good hands.”

“We know,” we chime.

She smiles, clearly pleased at our training in action.

“See that you don’t forget.” She nods.

“Back to the bitch that never should have been. You need to get her to understand now that he’s out; things are different. Opie is a legacy. There’s no walking away from that. Especially not over pussy. Even if you did marry the owner it’s attached to.”

“Ma,” Journee cries.

“What? Nothing I said there was a lie. You don’t need to be together to raise children. They’re already used to them being apart. Better to cut the dead branches off the tree before it poisons clear down to the root. We all know Ope is a big old teddy bear. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I don’t want to watch that a second time.” She narrows her eyes.

“Do you?” “Of course not.” We say at the same time.

“Good. Then let Donna know, we’re not giving up on him. She can get with the program or remove herself from it.” She blows out the smoke. “Enough about that married gash. Let’s talk about more pleasant things.” She tamps out her butt and sits in her office chair, moving the chicken tortilla soup closer.

“Am I expecting any new grandbabies yet?” She looks from me to Journee. “Don’t look at me. I have an implant.” I hold my hands up. “Traitor,” Journee hisses. “Well, Baby J?” Gemma arches an eyebrow. Journee stirs her chicken noodle soup. “Not yet.” “I love the sound of yet,” Gemma croons.

“You sure are eager for us to get knocked up when you used to tell us to keep our legs shut or their prick wrapped so we didn’t have to try to push something the size of a watermelon out of our twat,” Journee grumbles. “That was me trying to square you into being safe, baby. They’re worth the temporary pain.” “I notice you didn’t say you lied.” “’Cause I wasn’t,” she deadpans.

I press my thighs together, not eager to get up close and personal with the pain of bearing a child. “Your pitch leaves much to be desired,” Journee says. “Please. I see the way you look at your old man and how he looks at you. You both got baby fever. It’s a matter of time until nature takes its course. I just want to be one of the first to know.” She flashes both of us a sharp glance and smiles. “Lee. How’s living with my baby boy going?” And here we go. “It’s good.” “Make sure you two keep it that way, hmm? A little time together and romance goes a long way.”

Jesus Christ, do not try to give me sex tips or talk about lingerie.

“Mmm, hmm.” I nod, taking a bite of my sandwich to avoid speaking.

I can’t help but feel slightly drained when we leave her office what feels like days later. I swear she maintains her chaotic energy by sucking it from others like a vampire. I spot Jax playing a quick game of pool with Juice; and Journee and I turn to make a beeline toward them. I can’t help but think back to the event my mind had fixated on earlier.

*** 15 Years Prior***

“I can’t spend another day in this room.” Journee hops off the bottom bunk she’s claimed for her own.

Jax glances up from his bed across the room. He lowers the bottle of Jack he pilfered from the bar, and I cringe. “The hell you going?” He growls.

We lost John last week, and he’s been in a dark spiral ever since. The pile of filthy clothes and bottles collection over on his side of the room tells the story. We’ve tried to talk him down, but his stubborn ass wants to wallow. I hate it. But I can’t imagine what it feels like to lose a parent who loved you as hard as he did. It feels like we’d just started to heal from Tommy, only to be blindsided by this. Mama Gemma is not doing well.

The club has gone into an endless session of meetings. People are in and out from different charters as they try to figure out what the new structure is going to look like. That means we’re supposed to stay out of the way. It also means no one is keeping an eye on us other than the newcomer, Chibs. His wicked, raw scars and angry disposition provide anything but comfort.

“Away from here.” She scoffs. “And you.”

I wince. Jax has been riding her ass like she owes him money, taking Gemma’s take care of your sister, words to heart. We’re all devastated and trying to deal with the situation in our own way. John was like the sun. Not only did we all revolve around him like gravity, but he also lit our way. With that light snuffed, things have gotten scary and dark quick.

Watching Jax chase his sorrow down to the bottom of a bottle was old days earlier. Now it’s getting scary.

He snorts. “That wasn’t an answer.” His words are slurred.

“We’ve been trapped in this disgusting room too long. If you want to sit and stew in pain and sorrow, that’s your prerogative.” Journee rushes across the room, and I hop up.

My stomach knots and apprehension keeps me teetering on the edge.  

“Jackson,” I warn him shaking my head. He’s pushing too hard. It’s like he doesn’t realize everyone has a breaking point. Poking, prodding, and bulldozing eventually backfires.

“You always take her side,” he slurs.

Huffing, Journee unlocks the door and steps out.

“Hey! I wasn’t done talking to you,” Jax barks. I jump at his deep, guttural tone as he gives chase.

“Jax, you need to calm down.” I insist.

“No. I’m in charge.” He slams a hand against his chest.

“According to who?” Journee scoffs.

“It’s the day I see my Mom.”

I hiss through my teeth. The prison is four hours away. This is one of the things she looks forward to every month. It’s part of her normal schedule to see her mother every third week of the month, like clockwork. Jax’s blue eyes darken frighteningly.

“Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged,” she shoots back, cooly. Doesn’t he understand that losing John has made her desperate to see her own flesh and blood? Even I was hugging my Gran a little tighter these days.

“You’re staying right where you are,” he says through gritted teeth. “Where I can keep an eye on you.”

“You’re not my boss.”

“I’m your brother and guardian while Ma is busy. You have a Ma, and she said you need to stay your ass in the clubhouse.”

Spinning on her heel, she bares her teeth like a bloody savage. Her jaw sets, and she looks so much like her father it’s not funny.

“Jackson.” I shake my head. “Back off.”

“No.” He waves me off and steps into her face, grabbing her arm.

She cries out and shakes free, shoving him back. He stumbles. His nostrils flare.

“Little shit.”  His tone makes my stomach bottom.

“Stop,” I say.

He’s too far gone to hear a damn thing I say. He lunges forward. She dodges his clumsy moves, and he grabs the hem of her shirt. The momentum rips it, sending her crashing into the pool table.

Picking the cue ball from the felt, she chucks it at him nailing him in the gut. He doubles over.

“Jaxass!” She screams, a primal war cry.

“I said stop!” I bellow, grabbing a pool stick.

I slam the wood against the side of the table, and it snaps.

“What the feck is going on here?” Chibs roars. “Are ye off yer fecking rocker, Jackie boy?” I can only imagine what it looks like with me holding two broken ends of a pool stick like I’m a ninja and Journee crazy-eyed with her torn shirt. “This won’t be goin eny further.” His brogue is so thick, I can hardly understand him. “Ye never put yer hands on a woman.” Jax’s face turns gray. He turns and empties his stomach on the floor. “Aaaah shite.” Chibs jumps into action disappearing behind the bar to grab a white first-aid box.

“Not on my fecking watch. We’re done doing this destructive dance, boyo. Yew ladies might wanna step outside. This ain’t gonna be pretty.”

We watch silently as he hauls Jax into an upright position in a chair, forces him to drink something foul-looking and smelling. Chibs shoves a bucket in Jax’s hands to catch his puke. Finding a five-gallon bucket for Jax’s bare feet, he piles on ice— Forcing Jax to stay in place with a strong hand on his shoulder.

“Ye might have alcohol poisoning. Bes do as I tell ya.”

It’s the most disgusting heart-breaking hour I’ve ever been through. Chibs continues to replace the melted ice as Jax empties his stomach and Chibs piles cold towels onto his head. When it’s all done, Chibs hauls him to a shower in an empty dorm, and Journee quietly returns to the room to clean up after she changes her shirt.

“He’s going to need you to keep his head on straight, Lee. You know how he gets. Right now, the best thing I can do is get our living quarters in order.”

“Are you okay?”

“No.” she sniffles. “But are any of us right now?”

My lower lip trembles as I hug her. I don’t know what life is going to look like now without John. His death is already bringing out the worst in us.

***

Journee

I don’t take pleasure in raining on people’s parade, but I’ll do what’s necessary. Sugarcoating, and dragging things out, isn’t good for anyone. I’ve always been in a weird sort of limbo with Donna. I’m not sure if I feel bad for someone who entered into a situation willingly and then decided to bitch about it the entire way through. Why make yourself and someone else miserable? It didn’t make sense to me. I wasn’t raised to do shit that was counterproductive like that. Our life is unpredictable enough on its own. I didn’t need to add self-sabotage to that.

I shake my head as I make the familiar drive to Opie’s house.

“What’s on your mind?” Lee asks.

“How much I don’t want to do this,” I answer honestly.

Lee sighs. “We have to. You know there’s no such thing as being half in and half out.”

“I know. I don’t want to see Ope hurt, but I’m still pissed at him for the way he did a one-eighty out of nowhere. He saw first-hand what marrying someone who couldn’t make it in our life did to a man and his family.” I shake my head. “Why would he repeat that toxic cycle? Then bring kids into it? They fight more than they do anything else. She didn’t divorce him while he was in, but with holding affection, connection, and respect seems worse. I try not to judge her, but, dude, Ope was ours first. You know?”

Lee sighs. “It’s pretty much no contest if we had to choose between them.”

“Am I being naïve? I mean, what would you do if Jax got locked up?”

“Write. Visit when I could. Keep the house running, and mess around with you every chance I got.” She laughs. “Same.”

“Can’t compare a civi to girls like us, babe. We were raised to handle this situation. We know the clubs got our back. We’d be miserable, but we’d keep busy and carry on, knowing they’d be back eventually. Unlike Donna, we wouldn’t isolate ourselves.”

“No, that’s the worst thing you could do.” I shake my head. “Do you think we’re ruining his happiness?” I wrestle with the guilt trying to creep in. Here I am, a newlywed about to nail a final coffin in a sinking ship of a marriage.

“We’ve seen them. Neither of them is happy,” Lee reaches over and squeezes my hand. There’s a toll for being in the inner circle. Sometimes you pay it with flesh, but more than likely, it’s a chunk of your heart or your soul that’s taken as payment.

“Don’t get in your head, babe. This is us being real. We’re telling her in a friendly way because we both know Gemma won’t.”

“You’re right.” I sigh as I pull into the driveway.

“We’re merely the messengers.”

More often not, those are the people who get shot.  

I don’t want to lose access to my niece and nephew, but this is a matter of life or death. Opie shielded her too much from the club. She doesn’t understand what they’re capable of.

“However she chooses to play this ain’t on us, Nee. We’ve always been there for the Winston family. If Donna chooses her pride over what’s best for her family, it’s a decision she has to live with. The dominos are going to fall depending on the direction she pushes them in,” Lee says.

“The problem is I get the feeling she’s going to choose wrong.”

“She always has,” Lee whispers. The front door opens, and Kenny and Ellie run toward us at full speed. Their joy fills my heart with light. I love them like they were my own. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for these two. I’d spend more time with them if Donna allowed it. Her parents made it clear their help came with rules.

The minute Op got out, and she didn’t leave him, they’d cut off funds— Leaving Op to try to shoulder the burden of a shit ton of bills, kids, and her on one paycheck with no help from the club. Even though he’d earned it.

Climbing out of my car, I hug Kenny to me and sneak my kisses in on his forehead and cheeks while I still can. He’s so close to being too cool to get kisses from his Aunt. I see Ellie look around as she hugs me.

“Juice isn’t with you, is he?”

“No, babe, he’s working at the garage.” I choke down my laughter. If I was her age, I’d be in love with Juan Carlos too.

She sighs. “We never get to see any of the guys at home.” It’s not right that she keeps the kids from their family. They have a group of men who’d love to play Uncle and would’ve picked up the slack while Op was away. Not my family, Not my choices.

“Who wants to kick the soccer ball around?” Lee asks.

“Me,” the kids cry.

I give her a nod as I walk up to the porch where Donna is still standing in the doorway.

“Why do I get the feeling you didn’t come here just to visit?” she asks.

I sight. “We need to talk about Harry.”

My use of his given name makes her stand up straight. “Is he okay?”

I sigh. “No. Harry is not, and we both know it.”

“Are you trying to tell me about my husband?” Her eyes flash as her lips form a straight line.

Before marrying Chibs, I would’ve taken her shit, but now I’m not feeling it. “First of all, I’ve known him for way longer, and I’ve seen him far more over the past five years, so let’s not play that game.”

“I had children to take care of. You don’t understand what that’s like.” This was her ace in the hole. She’s always used this excuse, and the I’m married, you girls wouldn’t understand card when it came to Lee and me.

It’s why we never got close to her. She was forever throwing up barriers between us, and we had very little in common other than love for our brother. “Your marriage is new and fresh. Just wait—.”

“Nah. We ain’t going down that road. Ain’t no comparison. I love my man, and I love his club. I understand what it means to be loyal and to have those who are loyal to me. Samcro will always have its members back. You chose to be the estranged family too high up in the tower to touch. That flew for the past five years. But now that Harry is out, there are expectations. Whether you allow him to take the money that’s rightfully his, by the way, or not. He doesn’t get to pick and choose. And if you’re out. That means you leave, period. You relocate and never come back after some very painful dismissal processes. You think he’s going to do that? SONS is in his blood. It’s literally his legacy, founded on the back of Piney. Keep playing this game, and you won’t have a husband because he’ll be six feet deep.”

She gasps. “You know me, I ain’t never been anything but straight with you. He’s twisted himself up in knots over you, Donna. Why was that never enough? I’ll let my brother make his own mistakes, but I’d never let him get himself killed. So, you got two choices. Get with the program, or remove yourself from it.”

I step away from her to walk toward the backyard and pause on the top stairs of the porch. “And Donna?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t ever try to talk shit about my marriage or Chibs again. It pisses me off, and you really don’t want to see that side of me.” I smile sweetly as I make my way to the backyard, better for all the shit I just got off my chest. I’ve been biting my tongue raw over the years. Now’s the time to let it all hang out, and leave before she can try to gather a pitiful come back.

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MO ASTOR CHAPTER 39                                               

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Mo Astor Chapter 39

Chibs

As the night winds down, the ladies start to clean up while the men lounge around the dining room table, smoking and enjoying our family time.  

Watching as the crows start dishing out the leftovers for Bobby, Juicy, Piney, Sack, and Tig, I can’t help but remember when I was one of ‘em.  

Alone, without an old lady to keep me fed and love on me the way a man’s soul needs.

These family dinners could feed me love-starved soul for a good three to four weeks, and Gemma typically doesn’t let much longer than that go by till she calls for another one.

I’m grateful for the love she provides the brothers.

But now, I got a love of my own.

I glance over to where Mo Astor is helping her Ma and Lee clean up the table.

Before we were an us, she’d always pack a little extra for me, making sure to include me favorites.

She was takin care of me long before she became me Old Lady.

“Oy! Don’t be givin Tiggy all the Green Bean Casserole love! We’ll be taking some of it home with us!” I tease the Croweater, Jen, as she scoops portions.

Jen nods to let me know she heard me.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, there’s plenty left,” Journee says as she scoops up my plate.

The words leave her mouth before she can catch herself, and everyone grows silent as our private pet name is just revealed.

“Daddy?” Gemma asks, turning to look at me.

Jax and Tiggy are cracking up, more than aware of our special relationship.

“You saying you’re knocked up?” Gem asks, and I can’t help but chuckle at how adorably red Mo Astor’s face is.

“That’s not why she calls him Daddy.” Jax teases with a shit-eating smirk.

He nudges her with his shoulder as she collects the roast platter between us.

I chuckle when her elbow “slips” and knocks her big brother right in the back of the head.

“Owe, shit, J!” He huffs, rubbing the spot she knocked his noggin.

A small smirk lines Gemma’s lips, and she nods in understanding.

“Ahh. I see, the other kind of Daddy.” She chuckles as Tiggy mimes being spanked.

I’m not even the least bit ashamed, but I can see Leannan is downright mortified.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I just said that out loud.” She mutters, shaking her wild curls in disbelief.

“I can’t either. Let’s keep the bedroom talk to the bedroom, huh? It’s bad enough hearing that shit from Tigger over there. Last thing I need to hear about is a brother’s kinky games, especially with my niece.” Clay teases.

Everyone bursts out laughing once more.

“Lips, there is a whole side to you I never expected.” Tig teases with a wink.

“It’s always the quiet ones, huh?” Bobby adds.

“I think I’ll just disappear now.” She mumbles.

Me love tries to bury her face in Lee’s shoulder and make their way to the kitchen.

I move from my seat towards her, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders and bring her back to the dining area.  

“Yew got nothin t’be ashamed about love. These desperate bastards are just jealous they don’t have an old lady of their own.”  

She turns and buries her face in my chest.

“Hey, not all of us bastards are desperate and lonely.” Jax tugs Lee to sit on his lap, wrapping an arm around her

“Am I hearing this shit right? Are you finally calling Lee your Old Lady—officially?” Gemma asks, never one to miss an opportunity to solidify those two.

Lee glances up at Jax with bright blue eyes.

“Didn’t know it had to be declared. ‘Course she’s my Old Lady. Shit. As of a couple days ago, we even live together—officially.” He says, glancing at everyone to let them know he means every word.

The bashful tinge on Lee’s cheeks is a rare sight but a lovely one.

“Well then, congratulations, you two. Bout damn time.” Piney adds in that gruff but genuine tone of his, holding up his Tequila bottle.

All the boys give a congratulatory cheer, drinking their drinks.

“Shit sure doesn’t take long to change around here, does it?” Bobby says, almost thoughtfully.

“Hell, if you would’ve told me a few months ago that our Scoundrel Scot and Philandering VP would both be happily monogamous, I would’ve thought you were fucking nuts.” He says, taking a puff from his joint.

“Just goes to show what the love of a good woman can do for you,” Gemma adds, looking around at all the guys.

“Well, on that note. I have plans to go make love to a few good women tonight. So, you go ahead and enjoy your monogamy.” Tiggy says, standing up from the table.

“Yea and you enjoy your STD then Tiggy.” Lee shoots back playfully at him, standing from Jax’s lap.

“Nu-uh,” He shakes his finger.

“Nobody gets to enjoy the party without a balloon.” He grins that Cheshire cat smile that has all of us laughing once more.

“As much as he dips his wick into things if it wasn’t protected, it’d’ve probably fallen off by now,” Juicy adds.

Tig winces, cupping himself.

“Don’t joke about that.” He grumbles, shaking his head.

“Gemma, girls, thank you for a lovely evening and a wonderful meal. Now it’s time for me to go feed some Crows.” He says, kissing the girls on the cheek before saluting a good night to the rest of us.

We all follow his lead, thanking Gemma and Clay, collecting our Leftovers, and saying our goodbyes.

“You ridin with me, Love?” I ask Mo Astor as we head out down the walkway to where all the vehicles are.

I know she drove over with Lee, but I’d love to end the night with her on the back of me bike.

She glances over at Lee.

“Go for it, Nee. I’m good.” Lee says, nodding toward me.

I toss her a thank you wink.

“Then yes, Daddy, I guess I am.” She says proudly.

I’m glad the name is out there now.

No more having to hide how special she is to me.

“C’mon Lee, you can ride home with me.” I hear Jackie Boy say, tugging Lee away from the car.

“But my car is here?”

“We can come and get it tomorrow. Ride with me tonight.” He pulls her into his arms and turns on the Prince Charming act that’s gotten him out of a lot of trouble.

“Make him beg Lee.” J teases as we walk towards our bikes.

“Hey, what’d I do to you?” Jackie Boy turns to look at her.

“That’s not why she calls him it.” She mocks his earlier words and tone, and I can’t help but chuckle.

No matter how old they get, they’d always be true brother and sister.

Jackie boy flips her off before turning his attention back to Lee, and I turn my attention to Mo Astor.

“You got an early day tomorrow, love?” I ask, brushing her hair back from her face.

“No, Daddy. First client isn’t till 10:30.”

She steps forward and wraps her arms around me neck.

“Aye, les go for a ride then. Been an awful long time since we enjoyed the fresh night air, and very soon we won’t be able ta.”

I bend down and brush her lips with mine.  

Once we know she’s carrying me, bairn, there won’t be anymore riding bitch.

Need to enjoy it while we can.

“Mmmm. Sounds wonderful.” She whispers against my lips.

“Aye.” I press a kiss to her lips once more before taking a step back with a gentle pat to her ass.

“All right, think we’re gonna take off too. We’ll see you tomorrow some time, I’m sure.” Jackie Boy calls to us, handing Lee her helmet.

I climb onto my bike and give Leannan hers.

“You always give in to him.” Mo Astor jokes to Lee as I put me own helmet on.

Lee shrugs shamelessly.

“You know I’m a sucker for his baby blues.” Lee jokes, climbing onto his bike after him.

“Thank god for that.” He teases, clipping on his helmet as Journee does the same to hers.

“Love you both. Have a good night.” Lee says, blowing a kiss that Leannan reciprocates.

Jackie boy starts his bike, and the loud roar of the engine ends anymore conversation.

Lee wraps her arms around his waist before he peels out of his Ma’s driveway.

I shake my head, bringing me own beast to life.

Leannan wraps her arms around me, and I can’t help the warmth that spreads through me. Nothing beats the feel of her holding on tight.

Pulling out of the driveway, I head out onto the streets, ready to go for a nice long ride.

We wind through the streets of Charming and head out to the open road.

It’s a gorgeous night, and once away from the city lights, the stars shine brightly.

I can feel Journee resting her head against me back, snuggling close as we drive.

This moment is me own little piece of heaven.

I never thought I’d have this.

At nineteen, I’d given everything I had to my first marriage.

Desperate for a place to belong, someone to care for me, and claim as my own, I’d been blind to the politics going on behind the scenes of The True I.R.A. Fresh out of the Queen’s army, I had medical training, firearms, and explosives know-how, and a deep desire to rebel.

Sean Larkin took me under his wing and introduced me to his only girl, Fiona.

The minute I saw her big brown eyes and sly smile, I was a goner.

I loved Fiona with every ounce of my being, but I learned that emotion wasn’t fully returned in the most painful way imaginable.

The more time goes by, I’ve begun to wonder if it was completely one-sided.

After Jimmy O set his sights on her, life ended for what I thought was forever—until Mo Astor showed me differently.

Thas what makes Mo Astor so fucking special to me.

Giving me the love I’d only seen in others.

Having someone love me back was never even an option in me old mind, especially after what Jimmy O did to ma face.

But Little one was always full of surprises.

Before I even realize it, we’ve made our way to the old valley.

Using the light from the headlight, I guide us off to one of me favorite spots—one of the rare open clearings without too many trees that lets you see the stars for miles.

When I first got to Charming, I spent a lot of time exploring the hills and valleys around here.

It helped it feel a wee bit like home. I guide us off the road onto the bumpy clearing.

Her grip tightens. With her full breasts pressed into my back and the vibrations of the bike between my legs, me little soldier is waking up. Never takes much when it comes to Mo.

I pull the bike over into the clearing and slowly bring it to a stop.

“How you feeling, Leannan?” I ask, placing my feet down to balance us and killing the engine. “Amazing. It really has been too long since we took a night ride.” She climbs off the bike first and unclips the helmet.  

I smile at the slightly depressed afro.

She runs her fingers through the coarse curls and fluffs it back out.

Climbing from the bike, I remove my helmet as my eyes adjust to the darkness.

The bright light of the moon reflects off her dark curls, shining on her crown like a halo and illuminating the dark chocolate of her skin.

She looks practically ethereal out here like this.  

I dunnae think she even realizes how breathtaking she is.

“You’re so beautiful, Mo Astor.” The depth of my emotions for this woman makes me heart ache.

“Filip.” She whispers, bashfully looking down. I tilt her chin up and lean down, pressing our lips together. Her moan into my kiss stokes the never fully extinguished fire. I close my eyes and step closer, wrapping my hands around her hips. Her soft curves press into me as her arms twine around my neck.

“I have a surprise for ye, love.”

“You do?”

“Aye.” I lower her arms to her side and move to open up my saddlebag.

I pull out the baby blanket my sister Greer gave us and place it gently in her arms.

“Is this what I think it is?” She whispers.

“Aye. Thought it was time we put it to the test.” I pull out the black torch I always keep in me saddlebags and turn it on.

“Les find the perfect spot.” I turn and offer her my back.

“Hop on love. I’ll carry ye. Don’t want ye to hurt yerself.”

“Filip, you don’t have to do that—.”

“Now.” I lower my voice and bend down slightly.

Journee wraps the blanket around her, loops her arms around my neck, and legs around my waist, and I stand.

Aiming the light onto the ground, I move away from the bike and down into the green valley.

I find a spot in the center of an open field, surrounded by trees with mountains in the distance.

I tilt my head back and admire the star-splattered sky.

“Here,” Journee breathes.

I ease her back down onto her feet and help her lay the blanket down onto the soft grass.

People would be shocked by how green Northern California actually is.

Laying down with her head on my chest, I run my fingers through her hair.

“This is how we started.”

“I know,” she whispers.

There’s something almost reverent about being full circle like this as husband and wife.

What started with a first date in the back of a truck has yielded the life of my dreams.

Rolling onto my side, I trace her plump lips and kiss the corners.

I want to show her just how much I love her.

Humming, she parts her lips, and I slip inside, tasting the marshmallows she’s pilfered from Gemma’s cabinet on the way out.

I cup her face and suck her tongue into my mouth.

She fists her hand in my t-shirt. I love her needy gestures.

Bending down, I make love to her mouth as I lower my body to hers.

Widening her legs, she allows me to fit between her shapely thighs.

I feel her heat through the layers of denim I’m straining against.

She rocks up, and I groan.

“Filip,” she whimpers.

“I’m right here with ye, love,” I assure her.

This is all still new for me wife.

“I need—.”

“What do you need?” I whisper, sucking the skin of her neck into my mouth.

“More.” She growls and tugs on my hair.

I’ve never seen her so aggressive.

“Then more yew shall have.” I tug her shirt over her head and yank down her bra, baring her breasts.

I roll us, placing her in my lap as I suckle her breast and massage its twin.

She grinds her hips into me, and my cock twitches.

“Yew want t’go for a ride, little lass?”

“Please, Filip. I need you inside me.”

We fumble with our pants like clumsy teenagers.

I don’t want to do anything to derail her sudden bought of bravery.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers.

“Let me help you.” I run my dick between her slick lips, coating myself in her juice before I grip my base.

“Come and take your Daddy inside, love. I want to see it.”

Climbing on top of me, she places her legs on either side of my legs.

Lowering, she slowly takes the head of me into her heat.

I grit my teeth. It’s an even tighter fit than usual from this position.

“That’s a good, lass.” I circle her clit, and her walls flex, making me hiss as she gives me a fresh gush of cream to ease her way.

“That’s it. Nice and slow. Take all of me.”

Pressing her hands against my chest, she wiggles her hips, taking me in, inch by torturous inch, until she’s breathing hard, contracting around me and buried to the hilt.

“You’re too big, Filip.”

“Shhh. I’m just right.”

Leaning up, I capture her lip as I continue to stroke her swollen bundle of nerves.

Together we find a rhythm she likes.

I let her take the lead, enchanted by the magical picture she presents as she rides me cock with the stars as her background.

I grip her hips thrusting up in time with her movements.

Arching her back as she grows in confidence, she flexes her muscles.

Her movements falter.

“I’m so close,” She croaks.

“I got ya.” I move her hips, helping her keep pace as I drive into her.

Her body tenses and she begins to shake, crying out as she takes me over with her.

I cannae stop the groan of relief as her action draws my seed inside her.

The chill from the night air helps cool our heated bodies as we both struggle to catch our breaths. I wrap the sides of the blankets around us, keeping her warm.

The bright starry sky, the dark rolling hills, and the crisp breeze bring me back to that special night on our Honeymoon in me homeland.

This time feels special.

I send a prayer to whoever might be listening that maybe this time the seeds will take root.  There’s nothing I want more than to start a family with this amazing woman and to have her attached to me for the rest of me days.

She lifts her head from my chest, and I can see her sweet, dopey smile.

“I love you so much, Filip.” She says softly, flexing her muscles around me.

“I love you too, Journee,” I reply, pressing our lips together.

This woman has me heart, body, and soul wrapped around her wee finger, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~~

Jax

I take the long way home from Ma’s, savoring the feel of my woman on the back of my bike.

I’ve had a few girls ride bitch over the years, but none ever seemed to fit as perfectly with me and the bike as Lee does.

Of course, with a name like Harley, I shouldn’t be surprised she knows her way around the machine.

She’s been on the back of a bike as long as I’ve been driving one.

I can feel her level of comfort just in how she holds me.

She’s not nervous or hanging on for dear life.

Even Wendy, who had more experience than most, would still ride tense.

Lee’s whole body is relaxed.

She moves with me through turns, let’s go at stop lights and even spreads her arms like she’s flying on long straightaways.

Right now, her full, supple breasts press into my back; her long legs tuck just behind mine and her lean arms hold tightly around my waist.

Even though she’s holding tight, I know it’s not for fear of the road but because she just wants to be close to me.

I can’t stop the grin on my face as the wind whips around us.

Her fingers begin to find their way underneath my shirt, tickling the sensitive skin.

“Trying to crash us?” I tease, yelling over my shoulder.

“Encouragement to get home faster.” She yells back, making me smirk.

“Yes ma’am.” I shout back, revving the engine.

I glide through the streets I have memorized, knowing I could get to the house on muscle memory alone.

I pull into the driveway of our home, grinning like a fool.

“Home sweet home.” I say killing the engine and parking.

I know she’s rolling her eyes at me, but even in the dark I can see the small smirk on her face.

“People would be shocked with just how cheesy you really are.” She jokes, unlocking the door to let us in.

I slip my arms around her waist, walking in with her.

“Yea, well don’t go ‘round spoiling my rep.” I place a kiss to her temple before releasing her.

She disarms the alarm and removes her jacket before handing it to me to hang up for her.

I love our silent conversations, knowing each other’s routines without needing to say a word.

“You have a good time tonight?” I ask, removing my cut to hang on the hook next to her jacket before resetting the alarm.

“I did. It’s been too long since we had a family dinner. It’s always so much fun when we’re all together. Did you?” She asks, already walking to the bedroom to change.

Thinking back to my earlier proclamation at my mom’s house, I pause.

“Yea, yea I did.” I answer back to her.

Slipping my hand into the pocket of my cut I pull out the sketch J and I made.

I slip the piece of paper into the back pocket of my jeans, toe my shoes off and walk to our bedroom.

My eyes catch the different ways she’s continued to incorporate me into the house.

Pictures of the two of us, both old and some new, on the walls.

Little knick-knacks and dorm decorations of mine mixed in with hers.

My stomach bubbles excitedly.

I’d laid my claim with the brothers, letting them know where she stands with me.

Now it’s time to make sure she knows.

Walking into the bedroom, I pause in the door watching as she strips out of her jeans.

Her long lean legs are revealed as she sheds the denim.

My eyes trail up the tanned, toned skin.

She’s always loved to go for runs, and the muscles in her legs reflect it.

Pulling her top over her head my eyes continue to trail up her strong back and it’s easy to picture my crow on any of the bare spots.

She doesn’t have a ton of ink, not like my sister the artist.

Just a few pieces that mean something to her, done exclusively by J.

At the top of her left thigh is a beautiful mix of pink flowers and crows.

Over her left shoulder blade, she has an upright AK-47 wrapped in a rose vine, with the reaper scythe coming out of the tip of the gun and SOA in block letters placed beside it.

I know on her left wrist she also has a small anarchy heart, but the front of her body is practically a bare canvas, ready to be filled with my imagination.

I smirk to myself as she pulls one of my shirts from the clean laundry pile over her head, leaving her in just my shirt and a pair of pale blue cotton panties.

“I feel those eyes Teller.” She glances over her shoulder at me with a mischievous glint in her sapphire blues.

“Can you blame me darlin? I come in the room and you’re over here putting on a show for me.” I tease pulling her into my arms.

“Oh my god Jackson, I was not putting on a show. I was literally just changing for bed.” She grumbles, pushing at my chest.

“And to me, that’s a beautiful show.” I press our lips together, silencing that silver tongue of hers.

She presses her lips back against mine, winding her arms around my neck.

“I have something for you.” I say, resting my forehead against hers.

“That’s nothing new.” She teases, rolling her hips against mine.

I chuckle.

“It’s not that…not yet anyway.” I release her, taking a small step back.

“You know I meant what I said at Ma’s house tonight right?” I begin.

My stomach starts to knot anxiously.

Her eyes practically sparkle, and I find myself falling into their deep blue depths.

“Which part?” She asks, tilting her head slightly.

I clear my throat.

“The uh, the part about you being my old lady. Cause you are Harley. We’re not just dating or any of that other bullshit. You’re my old lady and I want it to be represented on you.”

Her eyes widen as realization starts to sink in.

“Wait are you…?” She trails off as I nod.

“I want you to take my crow Lee. I want everyone to know you’re taken by me.” I proclaim, holding my breath anxiously.

I can practically see the wheels spinning in her brain as she processes my request.

“A-are you sure?” She asks and I can’t stop my scowl.

“Of course I’m sure. Look I know in the past I rushed into crows with Tara and Wendy, but you and me babe…we’ve taken our time to get here. But we’re here and after that shit with Kick and all the stuff headed our way, I just want everyone to know who you belong to.”

She pulls her lips in towards her teeth, pressing them together tightly before nodding to let me know she hears me.

This little move of hers is a tell-tale sign that she’s got something to say but is doing her best to bite her tongue.

“What’s going through your head?”

She releases her lips and shakes her head.

“No, nothing you make a good point. I guess I had just forgotten that both of them had your crow too.”

She looks up at me with a tight smile and I realize what’s bothering her.

Even though I can basically read her mind, I’m gonna make her spell it out.

She don’t get to start biting back on the important stuff.

Especially when I know somethings really bugging her.

It’s this new tendency she’s picked up since we started dating.

Beforehand she never held anything back, but I noticed she was a lot more careful now.

I don’t like it one damn bit, so I’m gonna make her come clean with me.

Cupping her cheek with my hand I tilt her head up to meet my eyes.

“Don’t hide shit from me Lee. I can see you holding back. Talk to me.” I encourage her.

Her shoulders droop.

“It’s nothing Jax…” She tries to lie.

“Harley.” I keep my tone even, but blunt so she knows I’m not playing around.

Placing her hands on my hips, she releases a sigh.

“I really can’t hide anything from you can I?” She bats her eyelashes at me.

I roll my eyes but give her a small smile.

“No. I know you too damn well. So out with-it.”

“I know it’s the crow your dad designed, and I respect that it’s the official SamCrow brand, it’s just… knowing there are already two other girls branded by you is…well it just sort of takes away some of the special magic receiving a crow has.” She shrugs, and I can tell she’s feeling nervous about the truth she revealed.

Threading my fingers through her hair, I cup the back of her head and draw her towards me to press a kiss to her forehead.

I never want her to feel like she can’t be open with me, so now I wanna show her that her sharing is a good thing.

“I hear you babe. I don’t like that they both have my crow still either. And this is special, especially for us. I know you’ve never been inked for a guy before. I want to be your only and I want you to feel special. Cause you are special to me Harley. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.  More than Tara and especially more than Wendy. That’s why I don’t want you to have that crow.” I say, dropping my hand and reaching into my back pocket.

She drops her hands from my waist as her eyes narrow slightly, studying me.

“I didn’t want you to have the same shit they had, you ain’t even in the same category as them. They’re exes, but you and me…and soon our boy, we’re a family, that’s my future.” I press a sincere kiss to her lips.

“So I asked J to help me create something just for us. Something that won’t remind us of my past and to represent who we are.”

Her eyes are comically wide and I can see them brewing with excitement.

“Really?” She asks almost giddily.

“Really.” I agree, presenting her with the paper.

She takes it from me gingerly, opening it carefully.

Her eyes study the sketch slowly, taking in every line.

My stomach knots once more when she doesn’t say anything.

Her fingers brush over the details.

I study her eyes as they slowly become glossy.

Panic skitters down my spine.

What if she doesn’t like it?

“Do you like it babe? I mean if you don’t we can come up with something else together.” I stumble over the words fretfully.  

Her eyes look up into mine and I feel like my breath has been stolen.

They’re the softest blue I’ve ever seen, sparkling like diamonds in the light beneath unshed tears.

“Jackson…it’s beautiful. I love it.” Her voice is quiet, but I can hear the sentiment in her tone.

“I love it so much!”

She throws her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly to her.

I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my cheeks.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lift her from the ground happily, holding her tight.

“I love you so much Harley.” I say honestly as I place her back on her feet.

I frame her face in my hands, tilting her head up and pressing our lips together.

She moans into the kiss before I end it.

“I love you too Jackson.” She says sweetly and I can’t stop my grin.

She looks at me through her long lashes and I know there’s something else running around in that big brain of hers.

“What?” I ask, rubbing my thumb across her bottom lip.

“Do you really mean it Jax? About being a family…seeing a future together?”

Her walls are down, she’s showing me her hopes too.

“Fuck yea baby. I’m never letting you go. Shit, I’d marry you right now if you’d let me.” I say honestly.

Her eyes widen before pulling into a smile.

“Is that you proposing?” She asks playfully.

I chuckle, resting my hands on her hips.

“Naw Darlin. I assure you, WHEN I propose they’ll be no questioning that’s what I’m doing. But this is me letting you know it’s gonna be coming. You getting my Crow is just the first step. I don’t plan on stopping till you’re wearing my last name, maybe even putting my baby in your belly.” I continue cautiously, watching for her reaction.

She snorts but I see the small smile.

“Maybe we wait on that till the first one comes out of Wendy.”

She pats my stomach before taking a step back.

I mentally cheer.

She didn’t say no!

“Might be a good idea.”

I release my grip on her hips so she can finish her nighttime routine.

“Speaking of Wendy, guess who I saw coming outside Hairy Dog this morning when I was running errands for Gem?” She calls from the bathroom.

I take my gun from the holster and place it onto my nightstand before removing my rings.

I can hear the water running as she brushes her teeth and washes her face.

I know her nighttime routine as well as my own.

“Hairy Dog’s a Nords Bar. Ain’t her typical hang out. ‘Specially pregnant. Was she alone?” I ask shedding my shirt and dropping my jeans off my hips to wait next to the bed.

“Definitely not alone. She didn’t see me and J cause she was too busy cuddled up tight with a new boo. She seemed happy though.” She walks out of the bathroom, freshly scrubbed.

Her slightly rosy cheeks are adorable.

“Good for her. S’long as he does nothing to fuck with my kid, I’m happy for ‘em.” I say honestly, leaning in to steal a kiss and tasting the spearmint of her toothpaste.

“Well he was definitely a Nord, not just a hang around. He sported some serious A.B. Ink.”

I shrug, moving past her into the bathroom as she heads to the bed.

“Like I said, I could give a shit whos dicking her down, s’long as she’s taking care of my boy, I’m good.”

I take my turn to brush my teeth as Lee turns down the covers.

“I get it. It was just surprising is all. I mean if she’s happily moved on, I’m grateful. But Nords make me nervous.”

I spit, rinsing my mouth out.

“Why? They’re nothing more than a bunch of elitist assholes who think they’re better than everyone else cause their skin shade is white.”

Flipping the bathroom light off I walk towards the bed.

“Who, in our area, are also notorious for their meth market.” She looks up at me and raises an eyebrow.

“Something, I recall, your ex-fiancé was quite fond of.” She nods knowingly to me.

I sigh and nod my response, letting her know I hear her.

“Fair enough. She seemed fine last meeting, but I’ll do a check in again soon.” I inform her, heading to do a security check in the house.

“Surprise check in. Easy to sober up when it’s planned.” She yells to me.

“Sure thing Gemma.” I call back, smirking to myself cause I can just see the pissed off face she made as soon as I said it.

“Not funny Asshole. I’m not being her, I’m just…being aware.” She yells to me as I check the alarm, the locks and all the windows one last time.

I walk back to the room pausing in the doorway when I see Lee sitting in the bed.

She’s holding the sketch of her new crow, placing it on different spots of her body.

“So where you thinking?” I ask, climbing into the bed beside her.

She smiles brightly at me, placing the sketch on her nightstand before flipping her light off.

“Not sure yet. Any requests?” She asks.

I flip my light off and scoot down in the bed.

“If I had my choice, right on your forehead so everyone could see it as soon as they looked at you.” I tease, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Oh that’ll go over real well at work.” She mumbles.

I chuckle, moving to my back and lifting my arm for her to curl up to me.

Her body moves next to mine as she slips a hand up my chest to around my neck.

“Honestly babe, wherever you want. I know you gotta be careful how visible your ink is, but maybe a shoulder or some place that others can still see it without you having to be totally naked.”

She giggles, turning to look up at me.

“Someplace visibly hidden?” She asks as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tightly to me.

“Yes, visibly hidden is exactly right.”

I press my lips to her crown, shifting in the bed comfortably.

“Where you pick will be perfect darlin. Can’t wait to see my brand on your skin. No one’s gonna be able to question who you belong to after that.”  

She snuggles closer to me, releasing a soft sigh.

“Not that they do anyways, but I’ll talk to J tomorrow, get started right away.” She says, tilting her head to look up at me.

“I love you Jackson.” She says sweetly, puckering her lips to me.

“Love you too Harley. So damn much.” I whisper pressing our lips together before we snuggle closer.

This went better than I could’ve hoped for.

She’s proudly gonna be bearing my ink and she didn’t freak out when I mentioned my long-term plans for us.

Maybe things might actually work out in my favor.

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                                            Mo Astor Chapter 38

Gemma I inhale deeply and let the smoke linger in my lungs before I exhale slowly, enjoying the burn as the THC does its thing. For a moment, I can see John’s smiling face. My heart twinges, and I allow myself to feel the pain from the still bleeding wound that would never fully heal. I know how people saw me from the outside. I had a persona I presented to outsiders for a reason. Because the truth is, there’s nothing I value more than my family. That’s a weakness I wouldn’t give up if I could. Clay humors me when it comes to the family dinners he thinks are frivolous. I know better. These familial connections are every bit as important as Church. John always understood that principle.

After Thomas died, the separation between John and I grew. I learned damn quick, without familial affection, we all fall apart. I might’ve lost John, but I wasn’t going to lose my Sam Crow Boys. The brothers belonged to me just as much as they did each other. Before I came along, the First Nine were a bunch of lost boys looking for their Neverland. I brought them to Charming, gave them a place to set up roots and start the life they were all searching for after the war. I showed them what it meant to belong to each other. Clay’s never been able to look outside of his own selfish desires long enough to understand the importance of those kinds of bonds.

Not that I’d ever let anyone know how I felt. I maintain the role of the perfect old lady. Deep down, in my heart, in areas I try not to think about anymore—things are different.

When John was on the throne, Clay had been his VP, the next in line for the gavel. After we lost Thomas, John started losing focus for the club. It was my job to protect all we had built. We all depended on him. He checked out and left his family—his club hanging. They needed to know we could go on without him. I needed to know that too. Turning to Clay was the deal with the devil I made to ensure the legacy would continue. Placing the crown on his head locked Jackson’s future into place.

I knew about Clay’s crush on me. It made it easy to get him to do what was necessary to keep the club alive. Because I love my club, I learned to love the man as much as I could.

Still, after all these years, the truth is I just don’t love him the way I’d loved John. That kind of passion comes only once in a lifetime. I’m not blind to Clay’s ambition. But he’s never he’s never been able to play the long game well enough to see his dreams of grandeur come to life. I’ll keep my mouth shut as long as his ambition keeps us living comfortably and doesn’t hurt my family.

The loud laughter and overlapping chatter of Old Ladies and selected Crows filling my kitchen as they help prepare the dinner for tonight grounds me back in the presence. It’s been too damn long since we all came together. With all the changes that have taken place these last couple of months, we’re overdue to reconnect. I glance out the window, smiling when I see Lee’s black SUV pulling into the driveway. After our talk this morning, I know it’s only a short matter of time till the girl I always saw as my daughter officially becomes a Teller.

It took Jackson long enough to finally see what was always right in front of him. From the moment she came into the world, my boy had been fascinated by her. I know if I hadn’t stepped in with Wally and Pam, she might have become just another unknown club kid. I couldn’t let that happen when I knew the rough road that would lay ahead of her as a woman left to fend for herself, especially with parents who couldn’t give two shits. I saw myself in her little face. Part of the club’s legacy included the legitimate girls. She was the only one, which made her a princess— a title she deserved to hold along with the protection that came with it.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jackson knew it too. He always kept a close watch on her, letting those with ill intent know she was off-limits.

Their bond had always been tight, but once they lost Tommy, it became something else. I caught the two of them messing around quite a few times in their early teens. They would’ve been together a long time ago if it hadn’t been for Tara Fucking Knowles. That gash sunk her claws in him when he was vulnerable and confused. She always thought she was better than us, going around the town acting all high and mighty cause she was gonna be a doctor. In her mind, we were nothing more than a White Trash MC. I think the bitch got off every time Jax choose her over us. She manipulated his emotions, flipping him so inside out he almost turned his back on his legacy.

She was clever, cunning, and knew exactly what strings to pull to keep him in her grasp. But the cunt underestimated just how deep the bonds run in our little White Trash MC. He would never leave his home, his family, his girls, just for her pussy.

“Potatoes and Veggies are here,” I announce, watching when my Bonus baby climbs out of the passenger seat. Journee Rhyther Teller-Telford has been around since the early days of both clubs. Being one of the only legitimately claimed offspring by founding members of the Grim Bastards, she was a princess in her own right. She became my ward when GB went to war with the Niners. Her old man, Menace, asked John and SAMCRO to help keep her safe till things died down in Lodi. It was a smart move to keep the brotherhood between The Grim Bastards and SAMCRO strong. Never hurts to have allies outside of the Charter.

I made her a permeant Teller shortly after I lost my Thomas. She could never replace my baby boy, but her gentle nature, thoughtful disposition, and strong spirit sure as hell helped to heal some of the holes Thomas’s death caused. When you’ve lost as much as I have, you make any moves necessary, so you don’t lose more.

“Hey Gem, should I check the roast? It should be about done, right?” Jen asked, pulling me back from memory lane.

Not all Croweaters were privy to these family dinners, but there were some allowed to partake. The ones that had their heads on straight, a little seniority, and could potentially be old ladies. I tested them out by allowing them to join in on private festivities.

“I got it, Baby.” I hand her the joint as I move to the oven. The kitchen door opens up as my girls walk into the room. Immediately, the Crows move to relieve the girls of their items and make room in the kitchen for them. It’s good to see things balanced the way they should be. It’s the Crow’s job to make them welcomed and comfortable.

Everyone has a role to play. When they do as they’ve been taught, things run like a smooth machine. Those that refuse to follow the rules aren’t welcome around the club.  

As with the men, there’s a hierarchy among the women. President’s wife is Queen. It’s my job to welcome in and accept Old Ladies, filter out Crows who are no good. I’m meant to be the emotional heart and steel backbone for the MC’s Lost Boys.

As Princesses of the club, Lee and Journee rank just below me. These two are my girls. Not only because of their relationships with Jackson and Chibs. Our ties came before their relationships with their old man. They would be my girls should anything ever happen to those relationships.

They’re part of the club’s future, raised and trained by me to carry the mantle when my reign ended. “Sorry, we’re late, Ma.” Lee leans in, kissing my cheek. “Had to drag this one away from her old man.” She nods to Journee, who has a shameless grin on her face. “I mean, can you blame me? That tongue is good for more than just rolling his r’s.” Journee jokes, causing all of the women to crack up.

I love seeing her come into her own. That snake in the grass she dated broke her spirit and made her doubt herself for a while, but she’s re-finding her footing.

Seeing both the girls interact with the other old ladies and Crows makes me proud. We are a tight-knit group, and while I was real careful who was allowed in the inner sanctum, these two had a little more freedom right now. “Besides, I’m still in the Honeymoon stage.” Journee huffs, pressing a greeting kiss to my cheek as well. The joy radiating off both girls makes me smile. Nothing I want more than to see my babies happy, especially when their happiness lines up with what I had planned for them.

“You stay in that stage as long as you can, baby,” I add, closing the oven cause I know the roast has a bit more time. “Shit, as long as she’s been pining after our handsome Scot, you know that stage ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.” Lee continues to playfully poke fun at her pseudo-sister, bumping her with her hip.

Jen offers Lee the joint from earlier. Lee smiles her thanks and takes a hit. I notice the look passed between J and Lee. A silent communication that has Lee bypassing the offering to J and handing the joint back to Jen. I smirk to myself. I won’t draw attention to it with all the women here, but I’d definitely be asking my little girl about the moment later.

“Any more in the car Lee?” Gabby asks. “Yea, two more trays and a shit ton of beer.” Lee hands her the keys and goes to wash her hands.

“So much fucking beer and whiskey. Pretty sure we cleaned the grocery store out.” J follows suit and washes her hands.

“Oh, I also brought a ton of Tupperware for leftovers,” Lee adds. I smile. Nicely done, sweetheart.

We always cook way too much food for these things so all the single boys can take as much as they want home with them afterward. Glad she remembered that little detail.

~~*~~ 30 minutes later

I step back to oversee the finishing touches as the table is set for dinner. Most of the women here have been around for ten years at this point, and we’ve fallen into a nice routine. I’d handpicked and personally prepped and trained most of them to respect the rules and understand the way things were done. The rumble of motorcycles outside signals the arrival of the boys and the end of the preparations. It’s time for the main meal to begin.

Luanne, Jen, Gabby, and Toby start taking the prepared food to the table as Journee and Lee help me finish the roasts. The kitchen door opens, letting in the loud laughter of Clay, Tigger, and Bobby. The smile on Clay’s face as Tig finishes his story warms my heart. Clay does have a sweet smile when he lets it show.

“Damn! It smells AMAZING in here, ladies!” Tig croons loudly, kissing Lee’s temple.

“Hey, baby.” I lean my head back to accept Clay’s kiss. “Just in time for you to do the honors.” I offer him the electric knife to cut the roasts for us. “It would be my honor, beautiful.” There’s a soft twinkle in his blue eyes I ain’t seen in a long time. When he’s at peace, it’s a lot easier for me to be at peace.

“We’re about done in here. There’s beer in the cooler in the backyard Tiggy.” Lee informs him, walking out to the table with one of her potato dishes in hand. “Are those your cheesy roasted potatoes? Oh shit! I’m going wherever those are going, Baby Doll.” He says excitedly, following behind the girl that’s his daughter in everything but blood.

“Where’s everyone else?” J asks, grabbing her own dish. “Don’t worry, Lips, your old man will be here in any minute.” Tig teases, picking at Lee's dish. She playfully smacks his hand in scolding, and he turns to give her a pout that most women can't resist. She shakes her head no and shoos him away. I chuckle to myself. Unfortunately for Tigger, his Baby Doll is not most women.

The electric whir of the knives begins as Clay cuts the first roast.

I carry the wine bottles out to the table, pausing when I spot the front door opening. Juice, The Prospect, and Piney come strolling in next.   “Hey Sack, hey Piney! Foods gonna be ready in a few minutes. Beers in the back, boys!” J yells, greeting them with kisses to the cheek and hugs. “And the tequila.” She adds, tossing Piney a wink that actually gets a smile out of the grumpy old-timer. “That’s a good girl.” He places a kiss on her cheek before following her outback.

“Thanks, Ma,” Juice says, stopping to give her a tight squeeze.

I smile approvingly. That was definitely one of the lost boys I worried about. He seems too sweet to survive our lifestyle on the outside, but when the moment calls for it, he comes through. I know he and Chibs are close, and I’m glad to see it’s transferred into his relationship with Journee. No matter what they think, every man needs a strong woman to love and support him. That relationship doesn’t always manifest in the form of a significant other. It could be a mother/son relationship or even a Father/Daughter like Tigger and Lee. As long as the boys have someone to be there for them when the life gets to be too much, they’ll be okay.

The front door opens once more—Jax steps in first with Chibs right behind him. “Fashionably late?” I tease my son and my Scottish Son-In Law “Just saving the best for last.” Jax greets me with a smirk before pulling me in for a hug. “Right.” I roll my eyes when he places a kiss on my cheek. “And what’s your excuse?” I tease Chibs, accepting his kiss on my cheek. “Just keepin yer boy safe, Ma.” He teases with a charming wink. I shake my head at the two of them. “Beer’s out back. So are your women.” I nod to the backyard.

I watch the smiles that cross my girls’ faces as soon as they see their men.  Lee stands up from her spot next to Tiggy, and I can practically see the sparkle in her eyes for my boy from here. He pulls her into his arms and steals a sip of her beer before kissing her sweetly. The pure joy radiating off the two of them is enough to power all of Charming.

Chibby lets Journee remain seated next to Piney, giving her a sweet kiss before going to the cooler on his own.   When my boy takes the throne, he’s going to need a strong right-hand man. Someone who loves him, listens to him but can call him out when the time comes. A smart man Jackson can trust to have his back—Someone like Chibs.

With Chibs marrying Journee, not just marrying but loving her the way he clearly does, I know it’s only gonna strengthen the bond between him and Jackson. Journee ain’t just my bonus baby. She’s always been Jax’s little sister, and big brother has always seen her as just as much his as Lee is, just differently.

When Opie hurt her, he did a lot of damage to him and Jax. I know Jackson forgave him and still loves his brother, but he’s never forgotten. Which is how it should be. You can forgive, but you should never forget.

Jax has released his grip on Lee and she and Journee are now playing proper hostesses to make sure all the boys are well cared for.  

To be the club’s heart, you have to have a relationship with all the brothers, not just your old man. I watch the flawless way both my girls move between all the boys, making them laugh and earning smiles from them. I know they’re already well on their way to filling their roles perfectly when the time comes.

~~****~~

Tig It’s been a long time since I saw the club on the upswing like this. Not just in-between shit storms but flourishing and looking good for the future. Every generation has their time, and it’s important to know when to hand down the gavel. With Chibs married to Lips, Jax making a move to settle down and about to become a father, my thoughts turn toward the next generation and our legacy. I’m not blind to the invisible clock ticking down on Clay’s rule. His hands are getting worse with every ride, and you can’t sit at the head of the table without riding.

I’ve never been a fan of Jax’s impulsive and selfish behavior. If he took the President patch with his head up his ass, it’d spell disaster for the club. The new version of him I see emerging is an unknown factor I’m reserving my judgment on. Especially since he’s taken up with my Baby Doll. I’m not sold on this rehabilitated front he’s presenting. Shit comes to the surface when it’s tested under pressure. Until they go through a few bumps and I see that he sticks to his word, I’m watching his every move.

I see more than I let on. People think I’m just out for a good time with no thought to anything else. It’s part of the smokescreen I keep up for the rest of the world. I like to hide in plain sight. You hear more that way.

I sip on my beer as I watch the two of them talk. Lee looks happy. I’ll give him that. “Yew trying t’stare a hole into Jackie Boy?” Chibs asks softly. I scowl. “Just trying to figure out his angle.” “No angle. He loves her.” “And it took him this long to figure that out? I don’t buy it.” I shake my head. “Wasn’t it just yew who told me there was no use talking ta people about what they weren’t ready to see yet?” Chibs tilts his head. “He’s got one baby on the way, a trail of women with crows that never amounted to anything, and a ton of club pussy still chasing him. That’s three strikes.”

Chibs looks at me thoughtfully, and I brace myself to hear some deep shit I’d rather go without knowing.

“Everyone fecks up. We both know tha’second chances are rare and lifesaving. Jackie boy’s been headed down the wrong road for some time now. It’s what happens when ye don’t have the right woman holding ya down, or the right people telling ye the truth, and keeping ya grounded. Boyo’s been drifting few too long. We both know it.” Chibs take a sip of his beer. “Leelove brings him in. He needs tha. N’we both know we need him. Jackie’s the future whether we like it or not. No one can stay on top forever. Things change, and all we can do is adapt and do our part  t’usher in positive change. The club needs new blood t’survive. This life ain’t an old man’s game.” I grunt.

There’s honesty in Chibs’ words. Some I don’t want to accept. I’m getting long in the tooth, and the fact that I don’t have much outside of my brothers is growing more obvious by the day. I couldn’t be happier for my best friend, but I’m lonely without him at my side. Clay’s never been the buddy type. There’s always been a barrier between us.

As President, he sees himself above everyone else. My relationship with him lacks the brotherhood I once shared with John. Most of the time, I fool myself into thinking I’m fine with it. But every now and then, I get sickeningly sentimental.

“Whas going on in that head of yours, Tigger? I dunnae like tha look in yer eyes.” I shake my head. “Dunno. Feels like a change is coming in on the wind.”

“Ack don’t ye go jinxing us.” Chibs clucks his tongue. I chuckle. “You’re right.” I clap his shoulder. “I need to get out of my head. A few Crows should do the trick.”

He studies me with eyes that see through to a man’s heart and soul. “Not buying it.” I sigh. “I’ll work through it.” “Be sure yew call me if ya need t’brother. No reason t’go through enythin alone.” I huff. “You’ve got a tender young wife to worry about.”

“Aye. N’she loves ya t’death too. Our door is always open t’ya.” I nod to let him know I understand, not wanting to speak around the lump in my throat. Time has a way of grinding away at a person. I’m no different—

I down my beer.   Re upping with another one, I walk away from the couples reminding me of what I don’t have.  

I walk into the kitchen and wrap my arm around Gabby’s waist. “Hey, Tiggy.”  She blinks her fake blonde lashes up at me. “I want to show you something in the other room.”

She smirks, thrusting out her swollen fake boobs. I skim my hand down her back to cup her ass. “Then lead the way.” Her smile is fake, along with the rest of her, but I bask in the fleeting joy it brings. For a time, at least I can lose myself in the endorphin explosion and get out of my head.

I lead her into the smaller guest bathroom and spin her around, placing her hands on the sink. Unbuckling my belt, I pop the button of my jeans and pull out my wallet, plucking out a condom.

“This is ribbed for her pleasure.” I wave the square and she giggles. I yank her skirt up and give her ass a few firm slaps. She moans, and I smirk. I chose her because she likes a rough touch. I don’t have the patience to be soft right now.

I rub the reddened flesh and slip my hand between her legs to test her wetness. She coats my fingers and shoves her ass again, begging me for more silently.

I continue to deliver blows alternating on each cheek until she’s squirming. Tearing the condom open with my teeth, I slip it down over my stiff cock, line up to her dripping hole, and thrust deep. She cries out. I cover her mouth with my hand to muffles her voice as I pound inside her.

I focus on the way her walls flex around me as I bottom out, losing myself in the pleasure and the feeling of being alive. Heart pounding, and blood rushing in my ears, I’m removed from the sorrow that dogged me.

After my release I slip out, tie off the condom and throw it in the trashcan lined with a trash bag.

The last time I tried to flush it here, I ended up clogging the toilet. I’m ain’t about to go down that road again. Gabby smooths down her skirt, and I fix my clothes, buckle my belt and wash my hands.

She watches me with wistful dark blue eyes. With her heart-shaped face and cupids bow lips, she’s a pretty woman. But I ain’t in the market for what she wants. “Thanks for the quick fun Gabs.”   I dry my hands off and leave it at that. They all know I don’t do serious. “See you at the table.” I wink as I slip out.

I’m buzzing as I enter the hallway and find everyone moving to sit at the table.

Chibs gives me a knowing look I ignore as I squeeze in on the opposite side of Lee. I smirk at the tick in Jax’s jaw. Yeah, being with my daughter means putting up with me, little Prince.

“What are we eating, Baby Doll?” I ask loudly. She laughs. “Food. I hope.” I grin. Spending time with Lee always brings me up from my darkness. She’s one of the few things I’ve done one hundred percent right in my life. My Goddaughter gave me a chance to experience the fatherhood I was denied with my own twins.

I was there for every event I could manage. She lived with me whenever her Grans needed a break, wasn’t feeling well, and then eventually passed away. My girl is beautiful, intelligent, and street smart. Three things that can get you real far in this world if you play your cards right. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see my girl happy and safe. “What?” She arches a brow. I shake my head and smile before bending to press a kiss to her temple. “Just happy to see my Baby Doll.” I say honestly, happy to soak in the familial affection.

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 MO ASTOR CHAPTER 37                                                

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We’re back with another weekly post! It feels so good to be back and on a schedule. We hope you’re enjoying the return of Mo.  Our goal at the moment—get through season one. As we finally wander into show territory, we just want to give a heads up. Things will shift and change because these characters are no longer the same ones we all fell in love with on the show. Our characters have changed them, and that will be reflected.

                                              Mo Astor Chapter 37

Journee

The harsh jangle pulls me from sleep’s sweet embrace. Filip shifts around, and I burrow even further under my pillow. I want to ignore it.   It’s been a long, lonely couple of weeks without him. I’d grown so used to being alone, I underestimated how quickly I’d gotten used to having my husband at my side.   Minutes felt like hours, and weeks felt like months. The stolen moments of conversation on the phone weren’t nearly enough. I huff in annoyance, curling closer to my husband’s warm chest as I will the phone to stop ringing.

“Can’t even sleep in on me day off.” Daddy growls, rolling away to reach for the vibrating menace on the nightstand beside him. I miss his warmth already.   I brace myself for the important errand he’ll be called off to complete. Fucking club can really be a pain in the ass sometimes. “S’not me, love. Is yew.” He grumbles, unwrapping the arm he had wound around me. It’s my turn to growl.   Shoving my pillow off my head, I turn away from my husband and grab my phone. I blink against the sunlight streaming in through the window, fighting to force my blurry vision to focus. “Ma.” scrolls across the screen, and I scowl.

“Are you fucking kidding me? She knows you guys had a late night.” Ugh. I rub my face and take a deep breath. Time to put my pretend happy voice to good use. “Hey, Ma, to what do I owe this pleasure?” I ask in a sickly-sweet tone. “Hey baby, I know that tone.” Ma snickers. “I know the boys had a late-night which I’m sure you two made even later.” She teases. I can’t hold back the giggle that bubbles up in my throat as pride swells inside me. Filip Telford is finally all mine. I glance down at the ring, winking up at me from the ring finger on my left hand.

“I’m just letting you know we’re doing a family dinner tonight—seven o’clock at my house. We’re gonna do a few chicken roasts. I’ll handle the roasts. Your sister is gonna handle the potatoes, so you’ll handle the veggie sides.”  I roll my eyes but smile. In true Gemma form-there is no ask, just tell—an annoying habit big bro actually picked up from her as well. They were never questions, just orders. “Any veggies in particular?” I ask. Daddy’s arm wraps around my waist once more as he spoons me. I place my hand over Filip’s, loving the ring on his finger. “Whatever you want, baby.” She hums. “But you know Clay loves your Broccoli Salad.” So, Broccoli Salad for sure.

Daddy nibbles my neck. His stubble tickles my sensitive skin. I hold back my laughter, biting my lips as I try to focus on Ma’s words. “Mhmm, Right.” I press my ass against his morning wood and wiggle, teasing him with friction. He groans, and his warm breath caresses my ear. His calloused hand slips under my gown, skimming my waist. He grips my chest and squeezes roughly. I squeak before I can catch myself.  

“Right,” Mom speaks louder. “Tig and Bobby are huge fans of that green bean casserole you make.” There’s no way she doesn’t know exactly what’s going on, but my mother is the queen of pretending when it suits her. He continues to massage my swollen breasts—a fresh gush of liquid slicks the bare skin of my thighs. I press them tightly together to relieve some of the pressure already building inside me. He brushes a thumb over my stiff nipple, caressing me through the silk of my nightgown. He pinches and tugs, pulling a moan free from my lips.

“Sounds like your old man is awake. I’ll let you go.” She says with a chuckle. Daddy pushes my nightgown up, lifting my thigh. Her voice grows distant as heat races through my body. “Remember broccoli salad and green bean casserole and maybe one more. See you tonight, baby. Love you.” She mimics the sound of a kiss into the phone.

Filip is rock hard, winding me up as he glides between my dripping lips, making sure to hit my clit at every pass. “Love you too, Ma.” I open my mouth to gasp quietly. “Yup. See you tonight.” I squeak out, and he pushes inside.

“Ooooh, Daddy.” I moan, ending the call and clenching my muscles around him greedily. “Thas right Mo Astor. Daddy’s home.” He grunts, thrusting his hips. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my body accepts him.   He moves in and out, stretching, filling, reclaiming, and giving me a place to belong.   I reach back and wrap my arm around his neck, holding him close. My heart swells with emotions. This man is everything.

“Love you, love you, love you,” I whine, fisting the growing salt and pepper locks and pulling them taught. He growls, nipping my neck. The coil winds tight in my stomach. Sweat beads across my forehead, I’m panting and shaking as I near the edge. “Daddy, daddy, please. S-soo close.” I whimper, meeting his thrusts, clenching around him greedily. “Look at me.” He demands. I look over my shoulder, meeting those soulful brown eyes that own my heart, body, and soul. “I love you, Journee.” He crashes his lips to mine, and I whine into his mouth, trying to hold back. “Let go, Leannan.” He whispers, resting his forehead against mine. I cry out, holding tight to him as the flood gates squirt open, and I clench tightly around him. He stills his hips, releasing his seed inside me with a guttural roar.

We’re both panting heavily as we come back down from the high. “And here I thought I was gonna be pissed being woken up by a phone call.” I tease, glancing back over my shoulder. He gives me a sweet smile, remaining inside me to make sure we don’t lose any of his swimmers. “I didnae think we shoul’let the opportunity pass.” He teases back, pressing his lips to mine. “Wise choice from a wise man.” I giggle, flexing my muscles around him.   He grunts. “Dangerous moves from a dangerous woman.” He winks before easing out of me. I can’t help but pout at the loss of fullness him being inside me always brings. “Ack, you put that lip away, Mo, or we’ll never leave this bed.” He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. “And that’s a bad thing because?” I add before parting my lips for him. I know he can’t resist slipping his thumb inside my mouth.   I instinctively suck the warm digit, keeping my eyes on his. He cups my jaw with the rest of his hand. “Cause I heard yer Ma. We got a menu to get started on.” He presses a kiss to my nose before releasing my jaw. I sigh, nodding in agreement. “Anything you want, baby. But make sure it’s your broccoli salad and your green bean casserole.” I mock Gemma’s tone, shaking my head. I love the woman and will always be grateful for all she’s done for me, but damn can she be demanding. “Yew soundin like her is a very scary thing.” He chuckles, rolling his r’s in that way that gets my motor running again. I bat my eyelashes at him, loving the beautiful smile he gives me. “I’ll shower first Mo, then get started in the kitchen.” He climbs from the bed with one more peck. My eyes take in his slightly firm ass as he walks towards the bathroom. “You know California is in a drought, Daddy. We should be doing all we can to conserve water. We should probably shower together.” I say in my sweetest voice, hoping for a little extra time with my Filip now that he’s home. “Anythin to help our home, love.” He pauses and reaches his hand for me. I scramble from the bed eagerly, pulling my nightgown over my head as I follow him to the master bath. ~~*~~

Thirty minutes later, we’re both thoroughly scrubbed, having gotten dirty in the shower before getting clean. “You work on your hair, and I’ll start preparing in the kitchen mo bhean.” He says, leaving me to my vanity.

I glance in the mirror and smile as my hair starts to curl naturally. Filip always encourages the natural me, and his awareness and encouragement of my habits are one of the things I love most about him.   Kyle had this way of making me feel like anything I did for me was a waste of time. He always wanted me to chemically treat my hair to keep it bone straight, yet bitched every six to eight weeks about the cost when I needed to repeat the process. Of course, I doubt he had much to spare when hiding a wife and kids—the deceitful bastard. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath. I need to stop comparing my fairytale with Filip to my fuck-up with Kyle.   The differences between the two were night and day, and everything wrong with Kyle is everything right with Filip.

He loves me for who I am, not just my status in the club or how I might look on his arm. I’ve always heard both my Ma and my Mom say, “It’s the little things that mean the most,” and being with Filip, I finally understand what they meant by that. While he was away on his run, he managed to take a few extra minutes and go into a store that specialized in Black hair and picked up some new products for me. Just the fact that he was even thinking about me on his run is enough to turn me to goo, but then to come home and surprise me with such a thoughtful gift. There’s a reason this man owns my heart.

I start my routine by adding a leave-in conditioner and curling custard. I slick down the edges with a light gel and fluff slightly. Tying my hair back with a scarf, I opt to let the hair dry while preparing meals. Finishing a light coat of make-up, I slip on blue jeans and a pale pink tank top. Walking into the kitchen, the delicious aromas begin to tickle my nose. Daddy’s dressed in a casual grey tee-shirt and tight black jeans that make his ass look amazing. I walk up behind him and give his ass a nice smack. He jumps slightly, but I can hear his chuckle. “You look as delicious as the food you’re preparing, Daddy.” I tease, squeezing his cheek before slipping my arms around his waist. He leans back and presses a kiss to my cheek. “All I did was cut some veggies, love. I dunnae think we’ll have enough, though, so I sent the prospect grocery shopping.” He updates me as I move to wash my hands.

Cooking side by side with my husband really drives home my earlier thoughts. It’s the little things that make this so damn special to me.

“Ma.” I turn from the cutting board and beam at my firstborn as he walks in. “Juicy.” I squeal. His wide smile fades, and my stomach knots. “What’s wrong?” He plops a package down on the counter in front of me. “Last night, you guys left candles burning right next to whiskey. That ain’t safe. I got you some candle plates and holders, so it doesn’t happen again. I don’t want anything happening to the two of you.” His sweetness and the worry visible in his dark eyes make my heart swell. I cup his face. “Thank you for being so considerate, baby.” “Aye. I appreciate ya looking out for your Ma and I.” Chibs says from behind me. Juicy grins. “You got something too.” He holds up a letter to Chibs.   I watch my husband’s eyes light up. “Go read. I can handle this.” “I’ll help,” Juice chimes in. “If yer sure?”   I roll my eyes. “Go.” I insist. “Thanks, Juicy boy.” He grabs the letter and hurries out of the kitchen. I admire the new energy he’s picked up in recent months. “Anytime.” Juice washes his hands and takes Chibs place beside me. “You know. I’ve never seen him this happy before. Gives me hope that I can find a woman for more than…” he clears his throat. “…recreational activities.” I’m surprised by his words. Most Sons his age are looking for anything but commitment. “Is that what you want?” He ducks his head. “Crows are great for fun, but I want what you guys and Jax and Lee have.” “Then you’ll have that. My boy is far too sweet and brilliant to lack for a relationship. The hard part is finding the right woman in this life. One who wants you for Juan Carolos. Not the Intelligence Officer. You get what I’m saying?” He meets my gaze and nods. “Take your time and make sure when you give your crow, it’s forever. You see the trouble that comes from half-assing and toying with too many hearts. A crow isn’t meant to be handed out like candy on Halloween Night.” “I know.” “I know you do.” I pat his cheek. “Keep your eyes peeled. There are plenty of girls out there outside of the clubhouse. Charming is small, but it’s not lacking women.” “Are you telling me to date civilians?” He frowns. “No. I’m saying club friends are an option, and getting your head out from beneath crow skirts and out of the clubhouse will help widen the dating pool.” He smiles. “Yeah. I guess you’re right on that.”

“Stupid Fucking Bint!”

“Oh, Lord.” I pat his back. “Keep chopping, baby. I’ll be right back.” I wipe my hands off on a tea towel hanging from the sink and rush into the living room. Filip is sitting on the edge of his chair, clutching the paper in his hand. Red-faced and breathing hard, he looks ready to rip someone to shreds. “What happened, Filip?” I whisper, perching on the arm of the chair. “Fecking Fiona. She told me bairn I wouldna want anything to do wif her now that we’re married and likely to have babies of our own.” “What?” “Said not ta get her hopes up for visiting us.” He spits the words out like venom. “She knows that’s not true, right?” I whisper. We’d taken two steps forward with Kerianne. It’d hurt to fall three steps back this soon after. “Yes. Because I told me Kerri, that last letter. Tank Da good Lord. This bitch has got to stop filling me Kerrianne’s head wif lies.” I wrap an arm around him and place my head on his shoulder. “At least this way, she’s learning who her mother really is. And who her Da truly is.” He tenses and exhales. “Ya think?” “Aye, Love.” I kiss his temple. “I know it’s hard to hear what she’s being told about you. But the fact that she came to you with it is huge. She’s building up trust and more than likely questioning her mother. That’s going to work in our favor when she comes of age.” I run my hand up and down his back, wishing more than ever I could put that evil bitch in her place. “Our hands won’t always be so tied.”

~~******~~

Lee

Breaking down another box, I can’t help my smile as I look around the room. It’s strange seeing Jax’s belongings mixed in with mine. Clothes in the same dresser or hanging side by side in the same closet. Pictures and knick-knacks make things feel more like our home and not just my home. It’s weird how right it feels. Like maybe this is exactly where Jax is supposed to be.   When Sack dropped the boxes off, he told me that Jax wanted most of it to come home with him. Not half here, half at the clubhouse, but as much as possible at home. I never knew the four-letter word could be so powerful. Once again, my Jackson, using his actions to show me how committed he is to me, to us.

I pick up the box labeled Jax’s Dresser shit and chuckle. Well, there’s no confusion in that label. I pull the pictures out of the small box, amazed at how many there are of Nee and me. “Knock-knock.” Gemma’s voice startles me slightly. “Mama Gem. You scared me.” “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to. Saw your car out front and let myself in. Didn’t think you’d mind.” “Of course not. You know you’re always welcome.” I answer honestly. Granted, Gem could be a bit much, but I still loved her nonetheless. I put the box on the bed and move to give her a hug. “Noticed Sack packing Jax’s dorm up. You two living together officially?” Arching a brow, she presses a kiss to my cheek. I push away the urge to roll my eyes. I can see right through her poor attempt to hide a smile. “Yea. According to Nee, we already were but...” I pause. “I don’t know...” I sigh. “After he got back from their last run, we just...” I shrug. “I guess we just sort of realized this was the next step,” I admit bashfully.

Despite my excitement at the way we’re twining our lives together, I’m very aware of how things are moving at lightspeed. It’s a struggle to keep my anxiety from getting the best of me and allowing negative self-talk to creep in. I’m trying to push the fears aside and trust in Jax, trust in us, but my past demons can scream loudly sometimes. “That doubt I’m seeing?” Gemma’s concerned voice cuts through my thoughts. “What? No.” I shake my head and smile. “No, not at all.” I lie.   She purses her pink-painted lips together and places her hands on her hips, giving me her silent “I see right through your bullshit” look.   Without a word, Gemma sits down on the bed, patting the spot next to her. Blood hound Gemma is on the case.  

I join her and toy with the ends of my hair as I smile shyly.

“It’s just— the timing. I’m worried maybe we’re moving too fast. We just said I love you for the first time a few days ago.” I gulp. Her face light up with joy. “No shit?” She whispers. I chuckle. “Yea, after they got back from that run. I mean, I knew it was coming.” “Think we all did.” She teases. “And then you know, next morning it was like official. He’s saying he’s gonna pack up his shit from the dorm and bring it here. And it’s quick.”   My shoulders drop slightly as I release a sigh. She grabs my hand in hers gently. “I know it feels like shits moving fast, but you can’t trust time when your heart knows the truth.” I raise an eyebrow, confused by her cryptic statement. “Look. When I met John, I was all of twenty-one I think. Practically a kid, but I had already been on my own for a few years at that point. Came across both good men and assholes, but the minute I met JT, I knew he was the one for me.” “How?” I asked.   Gemma didn’t talk about John very much anymore, so I was always eager to soak in every word when she did. Their love was the stuff of legends around here.   My only hope would be for me and Jax to have a tenth of what they had between them…before losing Tommy. “It’s hard to explain, baby. But, when you know—you know.” She pauses a minute, locking eyes with me. Her whiskey-colored gems are full of wisdom and compassion. “And I think you know exactly what I mean.” I can’t stop the sappy smile when I think of the incredibly “right” feeling being with Jax gives me.   There is an indescribable feeling of sustainability at the center of us I’d never felt with anyone else. Even when my brain swims out to the deepest waters, I know, no matter what, Jackson is going to be there for me. He anchors me in a way I’ve never had.

“And I know John felt it too cause not even two months later from meeting the bastard, I was knocked up with Jackson.” I chuckle at the smirk that lines her lips. “It didn’t take us more than two months to know. But you and Jackson, you got a deep history that takes its roots from birth. I remember the first time he saw you wrapped up in a tiny pink blanket with a Sons cap to match. The awe, affection, and desire to defend you was instantaneous. I knew you were going to have a special bond. I won’t lie and say I didn’t hope it’d be romantic. Maybe you two were always meant to be together. It’s why none of the others worked out for either of you.” She cups my cheek affectionately. “I know my boy better than just about anyone. I know what each of his looks means, and baby, the way he looks at you, has always looked at you, it tells me this thing between you two…it’s more than just a fleeting feeling, it’s soul-deep. It’s how I knew he’d look at the woman who was gonna be my daughter.”  Her tone is softer than I’ve heard her speak in a long time. I never doubted Gemma’s approval of Jax and me, considering she spent the better half of our lives pushing us towards each other. Hearing her speak the words out loud and know that not only does she accept it but is happy about it, it warms me in a way I didn’t expect.   She pulls me forward and places an earnest kiss on my cheek that brings tears to my eyes. Her maternal affection and open acceptance seem to squash the remainder of the doubts I had about us.

“Thank you for saying this, Gemma,” I whisper, grasping her hand and kissing the back of it. “I love you so much, baby. I always have.” She pulls me into a hug, squeezing me tightly. I wrap my arms around her, inhaling the cigarettes and expensive perfume scent of one of the most important, respected, and honored women in my life.   She holds me tightly for a few more moments. “I love you too, Mama Gem.” We break the hug, and she wipes the tears from my eyes.

“And here I thought you’d be the one girlfriend that ma doesn’t make cry.” Jax’s teasing tone breaks the emotional cloud in the room. We both turn to see him resting against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. I can’t help but smile at the look of concern on his face. “The hell d’you do, mom? Trying to chase her off?” He walks into the room as we stand from the bed. “Ha, more like threatening her in case she ever tries to leave your ass.” She practically hands me off to him as he steps in, wrapping his arms around me. “She already knows she’s stuck with me.” He says, grinning down at me, eyes silently checking to make sure I’m okay. I smile, nodding to let him know I’m fine. “That’s exactly what I told her,” Gemma says. “Any other plans about my life you Teller’s wanna let me in on?” I ask, turning to look at Gemma, who winks. Jax grasps my chin in his hand, turning my face towards his. “Oh, I got lots of plans for you.” He goes to steal a kiss, but I pull back playfully. His eyes sparkle with an adorable mischievousness as he leans in again. I pull back once more, and this time he pinches my chin and holds my face in place, pressing our lips together. “Before you two get started, I actually came by with a purpose.” Gemma says, standing from the bed. We end our kiss, and both turn to look at her. “Wanted to let you know that we’re doing a family dinner tonight at the house at 7.” The joy littering Gemma’s face is a rare sight, but one that always warms my heart. “I’m gonna make some chicken roasts. Have your sister handling the veggies. Need you to do the potatoes.” She explains, grabbing her purse from the bed.

Jax and I both share a look at her “tell not ask” way of informing us. “What if we had plans tonight already, Ma?” Jax asks, and I know he’s just doing it to egg her on. “Cancel ‘em. We’re doing a family dinner. I’ve been cooking roasts since before you even got up this morning, and they ain’t going to waste.” She starts walking out of the room, glancing back at us. “Don’t be rude, Jackson. Walk me out of your home.” She says with a smirk. He chuckles and releases me with a gentle pat to my ass. “Come on, babe, let’s walk mom out of our home.” He corrects, slipping his fingers into mine before following behind her.

“All right, so dinner at seven, bring a side of potatoes.” He confirms. “Make it three sides. Lee baby, you know Clay loves your garlic mashed potatoes, so maybe make sure that’s one of them?” She continues to inform and not ask. Definitely make sure that’s one of them. “Of course,” I say, saluting her as she reaches the front door. Jax opens it for her, and she slides her sunglasses back on her face. “Thanks, baby.” She leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Love you kids. See you both tonight. Seven. Don’t be late.” She kisses my cheek as well before turning and heading to her car.

We both wave her off before Jax sighs and closes the door. “That woman, is a hurricane.” He mumbles, shaking his head. “Yea, but she’s your mother,” I add, turning to head to the kitchen.

I make it about five steps before I feel his hand grip my waist. He spins me to face him, trapping me in his arms. “Yea, she is, and she had you crying when I walked in. You sure you’re good, babe?” He asks. His eyes are scanning over mine, checking for any sign of discomfort. I can’t help but melt at how sweet he is. “Yes, Jackson. I’m good baby.” I say honestly, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m not like any of your exes. You don’t have to try and protect me from your mother. After all these years, I know how to handle her.” He chuckles and leans down to nuzzle our noses together. My fingers twirl around his growing blonde locks. “You’re right. You ain’t like any of my exes. My mother actually likes you.” He says, dipping his tongue out to swipe across my bottom lip in a teasing, non-kiss. “Bullshit…your mother loves me, not just likes me.” I correct, tugging at his hair playfully. “That is true.” He whispers, softly brushing his lips across mine. “And I love her too,” I say sincerely, grateful to have that hurricane of a woman on my side. “So, then the tears were?” “Good tears, babe. Happy tears. Just girl talk.” I say before pressing my lips to his, ending the conversation.

I’ve had to develop my own tricks to let him know the conversation is done. He sighs in annoyance that I won’t continue the talk, but he presses his lips back because he can never resist a kiss. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling. I whimper at the sensations, tilting my head to deepen our kiss.   His hands move from my waist to frame my face, taking back the control. I moan into his mouth as his tongue strokes across mine. Suddenly the vibration of his phone in his pocket ends the kiss. We both sigh in defeat before he releases me and takes a step back to answer his phone.

“What?... Mom, you just left.” He says, rolling his eyes. I can’t help but chuckle, shaking my head and heading to the kitchen to get our potatoes dishes started.

I’m raiding the fridge, frowning at our severe lack of potatoes, when I hear the tail end of Jax’s conversation as he walks towards me in the kitchen. “Yea…..Yup, Got it, Ma. Seven…. Yea, I’ll tell her. Love you too. Bye.” “So, mom wanted me to remind you how much Piney and Tig enjoy your cheesy roasted potatoes. So maybe make that one of them?” He says, mimicking his mom for the last part of his sentence. “Wow, it’s scary how much you sound like her.” I tease. He scowls and rolls his eyes. “Yea well the demands don’t stop there. You’ll need one more after the mashed and roasted.”

“Well, mom’s only gonna get one potato dish tonight babe, unless you want to run to the store and get more for us?” I bat my eyelashes at him. He rolls his eyes at my bargaining tactics.   “You can put those away. I’ll run to the store for us.” “Thanks, baby. I’ll get started on the mashed potatoes with what we have. We’ll need a lot if she wants three different dishes.” I place the potatoes in the sink to wash and peel, pausing when I feel Jax come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist.

“Say it for me.” He whispers, and I raise a questioning eyebrow at him, not sure what he’s asking me to say. “Say what?” I ask, confused. He nuzzles my neck with his nose before dragging the tip of his nose up towards my ear. “I can get enough of you saying it…Say you love me.” He whispers in my ear before nipping at my earlobe. A warm, bashful blush covers my skin. The way he acts with those words make me feel like I’m giving him the world or something. “I love you, Jackson,” I say honestly, placing my hands over his. I can feel his smile against my cheek. He sighs. “I love you too, Harley.” He says back before placing a kiss on my cheek. Crow feathers flutter in my belly excitedly. Any lingering doubts I had about us earlier seem to have fled for the moment, and I can’t believe how happy—how secure I feel about us.

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MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 36

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                                         Mo Astor Chapter 36

Jax

It’s been a long time since it was just me and my baby sister. I’m looking forward to the one-on-one, though I’d never admit it out loud. She’s been my rock through some hard times.

I imagine she’d say the same for me. When life around you is constantly shifting, you look to each other to remain stable. That’s something most don’t understand.  That bond you have with someone who holds you down through all the bullshit is lifelong. It doesn’t break when you do jail time, have a difference of opinions, or get busy with life. So yeah, I guess civilians right, we ain’t like them.

“Morning,” I call as I walk into the house and disarm and reset the alarm.

“You’re making me regret giving you a key.” I follow her voice into the kitchen.  

“You love it when I visit,” I retort.

“Did you tell the incubator I’m coming with you?” She asks cutting straight to the point.

I snicker. “Believe it or not, she prefers you.”

Journee scowls.

“Proves how fucking stupid she is,” she mutters.

“Jesus, Baby J. hold a grudge much?”

“Pot meet kettle. Mr. Let’s measure our dicks with Kick.” She finishes rinsing off her dishes, and piles them into the dishwasher.

“That was setting boundaries.”

“Riiight. Whatever you need to help you sleep at night. At least I own my crazy ass tendencies.” She pouts.

“’Cause that’s better?” I lean against the counter beside her.

“Oh, yeah bro. Always best to know yourself.” She winks

“You’re full of shit.”

“Guess that’s why my eyes are brown, huh? Wait that can’t be true. Cause your eyes are sky blue, J.”

“You’re supposed to be coming along for moral support,” I reminder her wryly.

“I am.” She pats my cheek as we head out of her house towards my bike. “I’m breaking you down to build you up stronger.”

“That’s some fucked up Gemma logic.” I mutter.

“She did raise us to be like her.”

“You say that with a straight face and it becomes a scary story.” She laughs.

“I know.”

“Such a little shit.” I’m smiling as I say it. Like a true little sister, no one can get away with more bullshit than her, and she knows it. It reminds me of the year she and Tommy were as thick as thieves. He was a lot like her in many ways—more soft spoken and thoughtful. As an only kid she had a crazy patience for him, reading him books, and letting him trail along beside her.

Part of me wondered if they’d have ended up together if things were different and she’d be a Teller for another reason. Especially with how things ended up for me and Lee.

I push the thought out of my mind. What if’s did nothing but drive you crazy.

“So, what exactly did I agree to go to anyway?” she asks.

“Don’t you think you should’ve asked that beforehand?” I tease.

She shakes her head. “You know I’m your ride or die.”

“I do. Basic check-up, and then lunch. I get the feeling she’s got some new man.”

She whistles. “Damn that fast?”

“Hey. If it keeps her from dicking with me and Lee, and doesn’t affect my boy, let her be happy.”

“All kidding aside.” She shuts the door to the dishwasher and turns to me. “ I’m proud of you, big brother. You’ve come a long way.”

My neck grows hot. “We both know Lee had a lot to do with that.”

“Your, opening your eyes and seeing what was in front of you did that. You and Lee were always just a matter of when not if.” She starts the wash cycle.

“So sure.” I roll my eyes.

“I could see it. Over the years you got so close, but something always kept you from clicking.” “Deep down I knew in order to keep her I’d have to get my shit together, and I wasn’t ready to do that. So I stayed back ‘cause fucking things up between us wasn’t an option, you know?”

“Things came out the way they were meant to.”

“You really think that?” I glance into her soft brown eyes, and she gives me that Madonna smile that makes me feel like everything is going to be alright. I can always be real with my sister because I know she’s going to give me the truth. Wither I want it or not.

“I do.” She reaches over and places her hand on mine. “You both had some work to do before you could commit to forever.”

“You think I have it in me?  Forever and kids and all that?” I ask cautiously. So far, I’m screwing up the baby thing with my first born. It’s scary thinking of another person depending on me, let alone a child. It changes everything, and our life is unpredictable.

“You are your father’s son. Is there even a doubt?”

“Naw.” I lie, trying to fake it till I make it like I always do.

“Didn’t think so. You’re paying for lunch right? ‘Cause I’m starving.”

I laugh.

“You about to try to put a hurting on my wallet?” I hand her my spare helmet before climbing on my bike.

“Better than putting a hurting on your ex.” She says with a shrug, clipping the helmet on.

I chuckle, pulling my helmet on.

“You have a valid point. Damn you are our mothers’ child.”

She blows a raspberry, before mounting my bike.  Little sis knows since she’s doing me a favor, she has the upper hand—and she’s going to milk that shit for all it’s worth. It’s the Teller way.

~~~~~~~ I’m pleasantly surprised and slightly bewildered by the manicured lawn and uncluttered space by the garage. The large black garbage cans are lined up neatly by the curb on the street.

Pulling into the driveway, I remove my helmet and pause to take in the freakish cleanliness it’s lacked in prior visits.  This is above and beyond the duties we assigned the prospect keeping tabs on Wendy’s house.

“Well. This is different,” Journee whispers.

“Yeah.” I frown and turn to look over my shoulder.

“Maybe Ma sent over multiple prospects to tidy up.”

“Nu-uh.” Journee shakes her head.

“She said this was your mess to handle.” I purse my lips. “Which means it’s up to me to help you out with the pile of shit you’ve landed in.” Journee sighs.

“I feel the love.”

Journee shrugs. “I’m only speaking the truth big bro. You choose poorly for your first baby Mama. I told you how I felt about her long before you decided to give her your crow.”

I scowl. “No need to rub it in.”

“I’m just reminding you to listen to me. Sometimes I know things.” She flicks my ear and climbs off the back of my bike gracefully.

“Let’s get this torture session over, please.”

“You think it’s bad for you? I got eighteen years of this bare minimum.”

Storing our helmets in my saddlebags, I wrap an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, be my buffer.”

“I should let you go up in flames,” She mutters.

“That’s not sisterly,” I say with a grin.

“Jaxass.” She mutters.

We climb the steps, and the door swings open to reveal Wendy before we can even knock.  My jaw drops at her appearance. I glance over to find Journee equally shocked.

She looks like a fucking Stepford wife in a pale-yellow sundress complete with a flared skirt and heels. Last time she dressed like this a waffle iron came flying at my head.

“Jackson.  Cat got your tongue?” Wendy smirks.

Journee growls. “Aaaah, the little cocoa sidekick.”

“You know it only takes nine months to bake a baby, and you’ve got what...” Journee taps a finger against her cheek. “Less than three months left?”

“Nice to know you can count,” Wendy sneers.

  This is a new woman in front of me. I’m glad that she’s gotten the idea of us getting back together to be a family out of her head, but this one-eighty makes me uneasy.

I scan her body, and notice the thick strips of white medical tape over her entire right forearm.

They stand out against her nineteen-fifties get up.

“The fuck.” I grab her arm. “What are you hiding?”

“Your mark. Which meant nothing.” She spits, tugging her arm away.

“Let me see.”

“Fuck you, Jackson.”

Journee moves forward, blocking the doorframe with her body to keep me from dragging the smart-mouthed bitch out.

“I swear to God. If you’re using again.”  My breath quickens, and my visions tints red as rage builds up inside me like an inferno about to blaze out of control.

“You can take it off on your own. Or I can make you,” Journee says softly.

“One of these days, someone is going to put you in your fucking place. You don’t even belong here,” Wendy growls.

Journee climbs up another step, getting in her face.

“I know exactly who I am, where I belong, and where I’m wanted. You could never say the same, could you? Poor little lost girl, with loose legs begging to belong.”

Wendy blinks and turns away. Her hands tremble as she unwraps the tape and thrusts her arm toward me. “Look your fill. You dick.”

I peer down at the unmarred skin, and my knees nearly go weak with relief.  “It better stay this way.”

“I have someone to take care of me now, Jackson. I don’t need your bullshit concerns.”

“The minute you give birth to my baby you can do whatever the hell you want. Until that time, your business is mine.”

“It’s my baby too.” Her tone makes me stand up straight.

“What was that Wendy?” My voice drops an octave. “Is the junkie with no job trying to tell me she thinks she’s the better parent?”

“Inside.” Journee whispers.

Of course, We always have to keep up appearances here in town.” My mother’s voice plays in my head.

The fresh scent of cleanser and scented candles greets me. The house has never looked this good.

Who turned her into June Cleaver? I search the place for clues. The laundry basket resting on the couch has t-shirts that are far too big for Wendy, and the black boxers are a dead giveaway.

I don’t feel anything for her. I haven’t for far longer than I care to admit.  But I do worry about the company she’s keeping with my boy still in her belly.

He’s not a junkie. Shit’s too put together for that.

“Going somewhere?” Journee asks, nodding toward the kitchen.

I spot the half-packed boxes and bare spaces on the counter.

“I don’t want to stay in this house of lies.” Her dark eyes burn into mine.

“And where do you plan on going?” I ask. She looks away.

“Do you really want us to have to find you?” Journee asks.

Wendy crosses her arms under her breasts, pulling the material tight around her waist.I take in the bulge that’s grown over the past month.

“I’m just preparing.”

“You’re not supposed to be lifting heavy things right now.”

“I have help,” She snaps.

“You aren’t the only person who’d ever want me.” Her hands ball into fists. “If you can move on, so can I.”

“No one is saying you can’t, you crazy bitch. Calm the fuck down before you distress my godson. There’s no reason for everyone to get all worked up. We get it. Wendy bagged herself a new man. Good for you. We’re here to get our report on the baby, and we’ll be gone. The quicker you update us, the sooner we’ll be out of your hair.” Journee holds her hands out like she’s wrangling two high school kids about to fight.

Huffing, she stalks over to the large chair and sits down crossing her ankles, like some kind of proper lady. I’m in the fucking twilight zone. I lean forward with my arms on my knees, drinking up her reports. My boy is growing properly and healthy. It’s more than I could’ve hoped for, considering how fast and hardcore we were living when she got knocked up.

We were both empty shells looking to fill up spaces neither of us could ever fit into.

It’d been fun for a while, but it had never been built to last. She wasn’t even a consolation prize post-Tara tear down— Wendy was a pretty thing to warm my bed and play by the club rules without question. Now I’m paying for my poor choices.

“You satisfied?” Wendy asks. Journee looks at me, and I nod.

“For now.” Journee nods her head, and we both rise.

“Same time next month, Case.” Journee drawls. Such a little shit. Makes a brother proud.

She scowls as we leave.

“What. the fuck, Jax?” Journee whispers.

I shake my head. “Not sure, but if he keeps her shit together for the next 2 and half months, I don’t much care.”

~~~~~~

Sitting down at the table in Hannah’s, I wait for J to finish most of her meal before bringing up the main reason I wanted to go out to lunch after.

“All right Baby J, so…I gotta admit there's another reason I brought you along today.” I begin, wiping my hands off with my napkin. She rolls her eyes playfully at me. “Of course there is. So, which of my skill sets will you need for this favor? I've got a few spots saved in the woods for disposal and Hap gave me an amazing cleaner kit for my birthday.” She says with an excited grin and a bloodlust in her eyes. She is so her father’s daughter. I can't help but chuckle, shaking my head in Disbelief.  By looking at her you'd never guess what she was capable of.  But with her dad the Sergeant at Arms of Grim Bastards, and her mentor Happy Lowman…there’s a side to her that I never want to get on the bad side of. “Well I do need your skills, just not those ones.” I say, taking a sip of my water. She raises a curious eyebrow at me before smirking.

“Sorry bro, my other skills are only allowed to be enjoyed by my husband and my wifey. As kinky as my old man is, I don't think we're ready to swing just yet.”

She teases with a wink and I damn near spit my sip out. “Jesus J, not that either! Shit little sister, I’ve only just begun playing in Lee's pussy myself. No other dick is going to be poking around in her till it’s been claimed to completion.” Her eyebrows shoot up.“Already planning on making her your second baby mama?” "Second and final. But not just yet. I just got her to say I love you to me. If I plant the seed too soon, I'm worried she'd rip out the roots.”

She rolls her eyes. “Naw Bro, Lee'd never terminate.”

“Oh I know, I wasn't talking about the baby. I was more concerned with her going Loreena Bobbitt on me.”  I say honestly, shifting in my seat at the imaginary pain. She bursts out laughing, nodding her head in agreement. “Yea, that uh, that might be more likely.” She says between adorable little snorts.

I nod my head in agreement. “Exactly and seeing is how I ain't planning on changing my singing voice anytime soon, I'm real careful how I'm navigating this one.” Feels like the story of my life right now. It’s been a unique experience having the girl be hesitant with me.With Tara and Wendy, we went full steam ahead, and the crows afterwards all but jumped on my dick the minute I looked at them.

Lee is different. And being with her like this has shown me just how special she is.

She’s worth the time and the energy to make this work for both of us.

J offers me a soft, approving smile. “That's good to hear.” I nod. It’s a relief knowing how much baby sister supports us. None of this would’ve happened without her, and I know she’s got my back to help me navigate these new relationship waters. “Besides she's got that IED thing in her arm.” I add.

She bursts out laughing again and this time I'm a little confused.

“It's an IUD dumbass. Lee doesn't have a fucking bomb implanted in her arm.” She teases and I can't help but chuckle.

There's a joy in her eyes I haven't seen since before the whole Kyle debacle. I'm not the least bit surprised her old man helped put it there. I've known about his crush on her for years, but I knew better than to say shit. I figure if Chibs was taking his time there had to be a reason. Brother was one of the most strategic mother fuckers I knew. I was fifteen when he patched in, and after losing my old man, I saw him like the big brother I never had. There was no one I listened to and trusted more than Filip Telford.

I loved Ope and, there would always be a lifelong bond between us, but when he met Donna, we both felt something sever between us. He became a family man almost overnight, and I wasn’t done sewing my wild oats. Plus, the way the whole thing went down with him hurting J, it never sat right with me. Those two had been headed in a direction that would’ve been something real special. But then Mary got involved, dragged him away and he came back with Donna.

I can still feel my anger at the look of heartbreak he’d put on Journee’s face.

He’s been out a few months now and I rarely see him. The separation has been painful, but he’s trying to go the way of the straight and narrow for his family. Donna’s laid out the rules damn clearly. If he gets into trouble again, she’s out. Should’ve had brown babies Ope. This was the real danger of marrying and procreating with a Civi. They never fully understood our world, and few respected the price that sometimes must be paid to be apart of it. I don’t resent Ope for finding love, but I do resent his love for taking him away from his family.

“All right, Well then I'm lost Jay boy. If it ain’t cleaning and it ain’t playtime…what could you need from me?” She asks, taking a sip from her drink. My stomach flutters excitedly. I reach into the pocket of my cut. Producing the crinkled, early stages of a sketch I’ve been working on, I slide it over to her.

“Need the artiste in you little sister.” She glances at me and then opens the paper. My excitement turns to nerves as I watch her eyes studying the picture presented to her. "What am I looking at here J?" She asks and I scowl slightly. "I mean I know I'm not a great artist like you, but you can tell it's a crow.”

She chuckles. “I mean I know that, but I’m wondering why I'm looking at crow?”

"Right so, I need your help J. I want to design a new crow for Lee. After the shit with Kick, I need her inked. I want everyone to know she's claimed.” Her eyebrows shoot up again. “Wait what? A new crow, but your dad designed the first one. Why do you want to do new?” “I know dad designed the first one, but he designed it for my mom. And then ya know other old ladies got it and it just sort of became trademark.” I pause. “But there's nothing trademark about my old lady. I want her to have one just for her, cause she's damn special to me and she deserves something that represents not just me but us. Like you and Chibs did. Seeing the crow designed specifically for the two of you made me realize, I don't want her wearing the same generic shit that both Tara and Wendy got. Lee is never gonna be an ex, I know she's my forever and I want this crow to be more than just the generic SAMCRO trademark.”

I explain my thought process to her watching the smile tugging at the edge of her lips.

“So, that's what I need your help with. No one loves Lee as much as me and no one knows her better. I've got an idea and I can explain what I want, but I need your help executing my vision and making it something that represents us both and that she'd be proud to wear.”

I wait for her reaction. She studies the sketch and runs her fingers over the lines. “Where are you thinking she wears her brand?” I can’t help but remember before we were together, standing in my dorm room at Journee's engagement party.  Journee running her slender fingers over Lee's chest saying how sexy a chest piece would look. I lick my lips and shift in my seat before clearing my throat. “Depends what we come up with. I know I’m definitely going to want her to get a chest piece so anyone who looks knows exactly who she belongs to, but I also know she's gotta be careful with size given her business dealings in the upper crust. So maybe just property off Jax across her chest so she can cover it up if need be. But this crow, HER crow...I don't want to worry about size. Maybe her shoulder or tricep for when she's in tank tops. After we design it and I give it to her, I'll let her decide where.”

Journee nods thoughtfully. “All right so explain to me what you're thinking.” She reaches into her oversized satchel she almost always has with her, and pulls out a small sketch book and pencil. I chuckle at her. She shrugs sheepishly. “Hey I'm an artist, never know when inspiration might strike.” She says flipping the book open to an empty page. “So I like what you have going here with the crow but what if you go with a two headed crow. Sort of like you and her becoming one.”  She explains, masterfully sketching out what I'd already drawn and adding on to it. “Now, tell me what else you're thinking.”

By the time we’re finished, the idea is a fully formed tattoo. The two crows each have a wing.

A bleeding heart in the middle of the crows speaks to our passion and dedication for each other. One crow clutches an A.K. 47 for the club, and the other crow clutches an olive branch to represent the peace she brings me.  With her, I’m completely balanced. Journee’s thrown in a few other hidden easter eggs to symbolize Lee.  My name sits above the entire thing to let everyone know who my old lady belongs to. I love that in a way Journee is woven in there. There would be no me and Lee without her wonderfully “subtle” match making ways. We stand to leave, and I toss 20 extra bucks down on a 24-dollar bill. SamCro always makes sure to tip extra well in town. Keeps our business running and our business owners happy to have us. As we're walking out my phone rings and I can't help but grin when I see Lee's name on the caller ID.

“Hey beautiful, I was just thinking about you.” I say answering the phone. “How'd your meeting go?” I ask as we walk towards my bike. "Hey baby, went good. I think your mom and I were able to nail down the last of the details for the taste of Charming festival coming up.” I can hear the relief in her tone.

“Glad to hear it Darlin. J and I just finished up lunch. Headed back now.” I pause.“I mean, headed home.” I correct, winking at the smirk J gives me. “Glad to hear it darlin.” She mocks on the other end. J and I get to the bike and she grabs her helmet. “How’d your meeting go with Wendy?”

“Went good. I’ll tell you more about when I get there.”

“Okay baby.” I can hear her hesitation for a moment.

“Something wrong?”

“No, not at all. But umm Sack came by this morning with a few boxes of your stuff. And I hope you don't mind that I started unpacking some things. You know I hate boxes.” My heart damn near soars at her words. “Of course I don't mind Lee. You know how I hate unpacking, so unpack away. I can't wait to see it. My shit mixed in with yours. Bet it's gonna look amazing.” I say honestly. After our bathtub wall breaking session we both wanted as much of my stuff into her house as soon as possible.

Mostly cause I didn't want her changing her mind on me. “I think you'll like it. I’m headed back to the house now. You done for the day or you got Club stuff you gotta do?”

“I got some free time babe. I'll head over after I drop J off.”

I mount my bike so J can get on while I finish up my phone call. “Okay sounds good Jax.” She grows quiet for a second before a sweet "I love you Jackson," comes through the earpiece. I can't help the smile hearing her initiate the L word that been circling my head for months.

“I love you too Harley.” I say sincerely, picturing her bashful, smile on the other end.

“I'll see you soon babe.”

“Okay, bye baby.” She says before disconnecting the call. Journee is settled in her seat behind me and I can practically feel her smile. “How'd that feel?” She asks learning forward to wrap her arms around my waist. “Pretty Amazing, I’ll never get tired of hearing that from her.” I answer honestly, pulling my helmet on.  I can always be honest and real around J. “I know the feeling.” She says giving me a squeeze. She leans forward to place an affectionate kiss on my check.“I'm so happy for you Jackson. For both of you.” She says.

I thread my fingers in her course curls and cup the back of her head. After Pressing a firm kiss to her cheek, I rest my head on top of hers for a moment. “Thank you, Journee. For everything.” I sincerely say.

There is no doubt in my mind if it hadn’t been for my baby sister I wouldn’t be in this amazing stage with Lee.

Knowing me I would’ve fucked us up by now. She gives me a squeeze before situating in her seat. “All right, enough with the chick flick moment. Take me home chauffer, time for me to go see my old man.” She says like a little kid getting ready to open presents as soon as she gets home. “Yes ma'am.” I tease starting my bike and heading out. ~~~~~ A/N: In case ya’ll were wondering this was what Tellerford was thinking Lee’s Crow Looks like. It’s based off a Design the show produced and was tweaked to fit our image lol. So we thought you might like a little glimpse into what’s in our head. 

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