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"Frankie! Hurry up!"Oh yeah a vacation to Utah with Reggie and her weird ass brother was JUST how I wanted to spend my time. It wasn't Regina's fault, we've been friends for 6 years and I love her to death, but fucking Devon... I REALLY want to run him over. He's constantly railroaded her and done nothing to help her truly heal, in fact when he found out I set her up with a therapist, he nearly punched me... I say nearly because he swung but was also the one to get knocked on his ass. I do not play that game. Add to it that I barely tolerate Terra and Tom, assholes talk way too much shit, and have never met Samir and this whole trip is just... ugh. Reggie is the only light in this fucked up hellscape.The excuse Devon used was 'we're thinking about selling our mom's property.' OK... fair but then he's talking about some guy named Walter that's been taking care of it, so why can't he just deal with it for them? I don't know, the whole thing is fucky and I've not missed how jumpy Reggie's been since we got here. The cop was clearly familiar with her but that doesn't mean it's a good memory, I know what happened here... none of it was good and I absolutely blame her brother. Devon fucking HATES me because I see through his bullshit but if he thinks I'm leaving him alone with Reggie... I will rot in hell before I leave that girl without me. It won't fucking happen."What's so special about this bar?" I huff "Besides the fact that it's the ONLY bar.""The Walter guy owns it." She shrugged."That tells me... nothing Reg. Is it a magic bar?" that got her to laugh and Devon's glaring at me, he HATES that I can make her laugh, well... fuck you too Devon! "Come on babes, magic or not, liquor is liquor and I need all the shots after that drive and the house and the dog...""It wasn't that bad." She countered."It was.""OK so Tom ripping ass and locking the windows was a dick move.""Yes it was.""And the house not having a toilet does suck.""Yes it does.""And Terra was being a little bit of a bitch to you.""A little bit? Regina, she thinks I want to ride your brother's dick like a roller coaster... just no."Regina's damaged but she's smart and knows how much her brother dislikes me and vice versa. She sides with me on most things, the therapist she's still seeing (thank the gods) has helped her see a lot of things wrong with how he treats her, but this is still her brother so family and all that bullshit. Doesn't change that his girlfriend is all sorts of crazy if she thinks I want to go anywhere near his slimy trouser snake."OK, OK... but... I'm still glad you came."She wrapped her arm around my waist and I can't help but kiss the side of her head. I swear I would die for this girl and she knows it. Of course what is meant to be affection between two friends is seen as something more from the guys we're with; they seriously think that I'm incapable of having platonic friendships with ANYONE because I'm bi... fuckheads. Jokes on them because I would fuck the bartender Walter before I'd fuck any of them."Pretty girls." He motioned over to us, his accent so think it's a little difficult to make out."You know my sister.""Yes but I do not know the other one."He's eyeing me up and down like a dog trying to see if he can get the steak off the counter before its master comes back inside. Easy there caballero I've got kinks but a daddy kink isn't one of them."Frankie. Nice to meet you."No reason to be rude. Being leered at by strange men isn't anything new for either me or Reg. She's got that cute, tight body of a cheerleader with her big doe eyes and perfect complexion. I swear I'm not trying to fuck her, she is simply adorable and I've broken several frat guys hands for trying to touch her. Regina doesn't like to be touched, except by me or her brother, because she knows we're safe. Well, she knows I'M safe. Devon's one wrong move away from losing his fucking appendages... all of them."Frankie, come on. Let's go sit."Reggie's pulling on my arm and I get the sense that this guy is making her uncomfortable. That's enough for me, my best friend says jump and I'm not ashamed to say I respond with 'how high'."Tom, can you please get me a beer?""What's in it for me? You gonna suck my-""Not a fucking chance""Oh come on Frankie. You're not as much of a frigid bitch as you pretend to be. I know you like it rough, downright kinky from the stories I've-""How about you stop while you're ahead and I won't cut your throat in your fucking sleep. Talk to me like that again and I'll tie you to the back of the fucking van and drag you behind it."Yeah... I don't play most games."Fucking bitch."I would laugh at his temper tantrum if it wasn't so pathetic. How's a grown ass man gonna act like... nope, don't go down that rabbit hole. "Oh yeah Reggie, this was a FANTASTIC idea." I roll my eyes, nudging her playfully."Tom's just pissed you won't go out with him.""I'm aware.""Here ya go."Oh, OK so Samir isn't as useless as Tom. I can work with this. I don't want a sweet man for myself, I'm too fucking feral, I'd ruin him but Reg... she needs someone sweet."Thank you!""Sorry about Tom. He's an asshole.""I know. You don't have to worry about my feelings Samir, I can handle Tom.""So I've seen."He puts his hand on my knee and I move it away so it drops to his side... I can't tell if that was him trying to come on to me or if he's just touchy. He'd done the same thing to Tom, Devon, and Terra so I'm going with the second... still doesn't mean I want his hands on me."Come on, we're going to the house.""Uh no. We've been in that van for DAYS and I'm not exactly itching to go back to that roach motel you call a house. You guys can go but me and Reg are gonna sit and enjoy the fresh air for a while.""Frankie...""Don't pout Devon. It's not attractive."Walter makes a noise in the back of his throat and when I glance over he's got a weird smirk on his face. I arch my eyebrow and he seems to take it as an invitation, it wasn't one but whatever, and sits across from me."You remind me of my son.""Is that a good thing or a bad thing?""Depends on who you ask." He shrugged. "Go ahead Devon. I'll keep an eye on your lovely ladies.""Oh Frankie is NOT-" I really want to tell him to stop acting like a little bitch but my expression shuts him up just as quickly. He needs to give Reggie some space or I'm gonna break his kneecaps with my baseball bat. "Regina, are you OK with this?""Yeah. You know Frankie's got my back.""That she does.""She said I've got her back, not that I've got her ON her back. Relax." Walter snickers at my comment and Devon finally leaves with the others, red in the face but the way Regina relaxes when he's finally gone tells me all I need to know. "Hey Walter, is it OK if we explore outside a little? Stretch our legs and shit.""That's fine but stay out of the canyons. People get lost in there all the time, hard to find them again.""We'll stick close by.""I'll make you some food. Be done in 30 minutes.""Perfect. Come on Reggie."I take her hand in mine and pull her up, it's not that I don't trust Walter but... I don't really trust anyone. Not around here, not after what she told me happened. She knows I've got her because I carry very sharp knives on me and was in a championship boxing league. Nobody fucks with me unless they want to lose teeth. Outside I see her relax a little more, it's always like this when it's just us."Spill it babe.""What?""What are you really feeling being back here?"She takes a deep breath but I know she's going to answer me. "I don't think I could do this without you Francesca. I keep having flashbacks and after seeing Harley...""Hey, it'll be OK.""I hope so."**I have no fucking clue what Devon and the others did for the rest of the evening but it allowed me and Reggie to explore a little. We stayed out of the canyons, not just because of Walter's warning, but because I've seen The Hills Have Eyes way too many fucking times. By the time we get back to the bar the others are already there and apparently making friends with the locals... seeing as how some guy with broad ass shoulders and biceps I'm pretty sure could crush a melon has Devon pinned to the fucking bar. Walter's got a bat but I'm not so sure that's much of a deterrent, and not that I wouldn't LOVE to see Devon get his ass handed to him, but I can see Reggie start to panic and decide to be useful instead of useless like thing one and thing two standing to the side. I don't know who this guy is but Regina looks petrified so I will... I'd say tread carefully but that's not really my style."Wow Dev... you really know how to make friends."He's looking at me like he'd love to set me on fire but that's pretty normal for us. The first step I take has Reggie grabbing my arm, shaking her head in warning, but it's either I do this or mountain man here beats the fuck out of her brother. If anyone gets to do that, it's me."Frankie. Don't.""It'll be OK." I promise, going over and placing my hand on his arm and holy fucking shit I need this man to choke me. "Not that I really care one way or the other if you turn Devon's face into hamburger, but uh... you look like the kind of guy that would rather spend his time doing something worthwhile.""Oh yeah? Like what?""Well, if it's a fight you want Devon's shit at it. I speak from experience. If it's something else... what's the saying? 'They're playing our song.' What's it gonna be? Fight bitch boy or dance with me?"Devon is PISSED. Probably more pissed than I've ever made him before but this guy would for sure kill him. I'm positive he's actually killed people, in fact I would be more surprised to find out he hadn't. I should be scared shitless but... ever hear the name Opie Winston? I just call him big brother. Yeah, hard to be scared of backwoods hillbillies when you grew up in a literal biker bar. Man can some of those guys fuck though... back to the man who could snap Devon like a twig; I can see him thinking over my offer before tossing Dev to the side, drawing something in the spilled sugar, and finally pulling me onto the dance floor. Regina's bolted and while I need to go check on her, I need to keep him in check more."What's your name?""Mac.""Frankie.""The fuck kind of name is that?""The fuck kind of name is Mac?" he scoffs but with the way he's grabbing my ass, I doubt I've offended him. Tom keeps making snide comments to Terra but I've been called worse than 'slut' in my life and Mac doesn't scare me. However he does scare Reggie so... "Wanna tell me why my friend is terrified of you?""Which one?""Regina."Of course it was a stupid question. I knew it was before I asked it but I prefer to be straight forward with shit. Leaves zero room for misinterpretation and I need to know if I'll be fucking this man or fighting him... hell both sounds pretty good."Dunno." He shrugs... fucking liar. "you're her friend. You tell me."He's baiting me but I wasn't born yesterday. I've lied to fucking federal agents, tears and all as I tell them I have no idea how that man's bloody head ended up on the mayor's doorstep... it was his rapey stepson? That is a shame."Well Mac... thanks for the dance."The songs ended and Tom looks like he's about to play hero. I step away and oh wait, no I don't. Wow does this man have the hold of fucking gorilla."Did I say you could fucking leave?""I don't remember asking for fucking permission.""Oh so you got a smart mouth on you. I like that.""Sure you do Romeo." Is he... yes he is leaning in to kiss me. "Yeah no. I don't kiss a man I've just met, at least not one that hasn't even bought me a drink.""That all it takes to get in your pants?""Depends on who's trying to get in them." Devon's come back in with Regina and he looks just as bitchy as always. Her though... fuck she had another flashback. "Like I said, thanks for the dance Mac." I manage to pry myself out of his arms and make a beeline for Reg who's shaking like a damn rattlesnake's tail. "What happened?""Harley kissed me."She whispers it so Devon can't hear but I understand why he was so angry. If Regina didn't want anyone but me and Devon touching her, you can imagine what she feels about kissing. I really should've let Terra get groped for 5 fucking minutes, bitch didn't even attempt to go check on Reggie."Need me to kill him?""No.""I might take you up on that offer though." Devon gives me a genuine smile and this may be the first time he's joked around with me. Guess our protectiveness of Reggie is the only real link we need. "Frankie." I'm nearly inside the van but stop when he calls me, my expression telling him to hurry it up. "Can I talk to you back at the house?""You can talk to me now."He tosses the keys to Tom and pulls me to the side, I can see Mac out of the corner of my eye lighting up a cigarette, but force myself to focus. This has to be about Reggie and she is more important than picturing myself riding that man like a rodeo cowboy."Thank you for what you did in there. With Mac.""Not my first rodeo Dev." I'm going to have rodeos and riding things in my mind for a while... hmm... I wonder if Mac has ass-less chaps... bad Frankie! Focus! "The fuck happened with Reg?""Not sure. Just found her leaned against the rail while Harley kissed her.""Did it seem consensual?""Not really.""Need me to deal with it?" He knew I wasn't asking for him. I don't do shit for Devon, except give him shit which apparently doesn't count, but his sister is my Achilles' heel and he knows it. "I can make it look like an accident or call in a favor from Cali.""For now no. Just keep an eye on her for me?""Not for you. I'll do it because she's my best fucking friend and you're terrible at keeping her safe."I don't give a good goddamn that he was trying to have an actual bonding moment. He shouldn't have brought her back here and now I'm extra pissed that some cop groped my friend and her useless brother didn't break his fucking jaw. Bet Mac would've."Frankie...""Let's just go Dev. The sooner you guys sell that damn house. The better. Regina doesn't need to be here any longer than necessary.""I thought you said she shouldn't be here at all.""I did but you don't fucking listen so here we are... you really wanna fight with me right now Devon? I will lay you the fuck out.""Christ Frankie. I was trying to be nice.""No you weren't. You were trying to use me as muscle""Didn't you just say you'd handle it.""Yes I did but that doesn't mean I'm your fucking guard dog.""Just Reggie's?""Yeah well... we all have a weakness. Come on, let's go get some sleep."He walks off first, shaking his head and I know he's trying to figure out how I can go from zero to sixty in three seconds. I manage to take two steps before I hear that whisky filled voice next to my ear, sending a chill down my spine."I'll be seein you Frankie."Don't give him a response. Eyes forward... his hands are on my hips. "We'll see." Stepping out of that hold was not something I actually wanted to do. He has the kind of hold that tells me he doesn't 'make love' to a woman, he fucks her senseless and that... fuck does that sound nice. Frankie:
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"Coffee, thank fuck"Samir's a good sport letting me steal his cup but fucking hell is Tom in a bitch ass mood. Pissy because he has to sleep on the couch while I get to sleep in a bed, granted it's with Reggie, but I just know there's more to his stank face right now. I hand Reg a cup before she even has to ask and apparently the order of business for today is a hike... oh goody."I'm not fucking going.""Oh for fucks sake Tom, stop being so goddamn precious about everything.""Go fuck yourself Frankie.""Fuck me yourself you coward!" Learned that one from a woman named Gemma, never fails to get a shocked reaction from pretty boys like Tom. "Seriously what the fuck is your problem?""YOU are my problem.""Tom you better get your finger outta my face before I bite it off." I haven't had someone wag their finger at me... ever. Last guy that tried it ended up missing digits but Tom has yet to learn these things about me. "Dude you woke up 5 minutes ago, can you just... not.""Or what? You gonna go fuck that hillbilly?""How does that... what part of that made sense in your brain? We are not dating and we never have, not to mention that had nothing to do with you waking up in a pissy..." oh no wait, maybe it did. "Are you jealous?""No!""Oh my god you are! Listen here you pretentious little prick, that guy would've picked his teeth with your bones." Samir and Devon's chuckles have me turning on them, I'm an equal opportunity type of gal. "You too! It was either I step in and save Devon's dumb ass or I'm sure Terra would've gladly volunteered.""The hell does that mean?""Please, I may not have been there for the first part of that fight but I saw you watching him after. I mean, I get it. It's fucking hot to see that shit but uh you have a boyfriend. I don't.""You are such a bitch.""I'm aware."No need to deny it. I am the product of my upbringing and while the Sons are pretty good one-on-one, when they're all together... let's just say women aren't really treated the greatest. I was treated better than most because of who my family is, but I had to learn quick how to not let things get to me. I was also taught how to bite back, what to say to piss someone off, and how to beat the hell out of someone trying to take something that doesn't belong to them. So when my morning cup of coffee is interrupted by some jealous man-child with a god complex, I stop playing nice REAL fast."OK let's just all calm down. We could all use some fresh air, I know a great place.""I'm not going anywhere with HER!"I shouldn't antagonize her but I can't help but blow her a kiss. She is BIG mad... good."Me either. I'll stay behind with Terra. I'll treat her real good for you Dev.""I bet you will."It is muttered into my coffee cup but they heard me all the same... oops.*I am a ride on the back of a motorcycle, slam shots, always up for a fight kind of person. I am not an enjoy a hike in Satan's asshole kind of person, why the hell are the canyons so damn hot? Whatever, I'm also not the type to complain about it... OK so I am, but Reggie looks like this is something she's genuinely enjoying, so I will shove my complaints back and swallow them."Hey Dev, what's this place called?""Goblin Valley.""Goblin? The fuck... these look like mushrooms. What do you think Samir?""I think it's beautiful." Oh no. Oh no no no no... he put his hand on Reggie's knee. Fuck I hate how panicked her eyes are when she looks up at me. "What do you think they look like?"I'm not at all surprised when she gets up and tells Devon she's going back to the van. Normally he wouldn't bother giving me a second glance but once again his sister is my soft spot, he doesn't have to say a thing."Yeah. I'll go with her." I hear him tell Samir 'Regina doesn't like to be touched' and decide against listening in to anymore of the conversation. Reggie's not too far ahead but I see her start to look around too quickly and run over so she knows she's safe. "Reggie, it's OK. I'm right here.Her arms go around my neck and I feel the hot tears fall on my shoulder. I wish I could take away her pain, she's too fragile to be able to cope with this kind of trauma. My brother protected the fuck out of me but he wasn't always around so I know what it means to be abused. Not by any of our guys but it wasn't always ONLY the Sons around... men with violent tendencies that give no fucks about the law shouldn't be trusted... shocker I know."Frankie I feel like I'm losing my mind.""Shh, it's OK. I'm here and I won't let anything happen to you.""Promise?""I promise. Now why don't we..." well that sounded like rocks being disturbed and not by an animal. "Reggie, the van's right up ahead. I'm gonna go check that out.""No don't!" she's clinging to me like a lost child and I've never seen her this bad. "Please Frankie. You have no idea what's hiding in these canyons and I can't... I wouldn't be able to... I need you.""Hey, it's me we're talking about." I smirk, only slightly exaggerating my confidence. "I'll be OK. You just go to the van and wait for me."I'm not stupid, someone's been watching us for a few miles now. I just wanted to get her close enough to the parking lot before going to see who it was. Devon had given us a list of shit to pack and in big, bold letters on the top it said NO WEAPONS! Yeah right.I can tell the general direction the noise is coming from and with my brass knuckles firmly in place, I stupidly... I mean bravely, go to find out who my friendly neighborhood stalker is. Whoever it is doesn't give a damn about being quiet but I'm gonna go ahead and guess that they knows these stupid canyons so well they don't need to be. The second I feel a hand wrap around my hair though and whoever it is gets a hard hit to the jaw. "FUCK!""MAC?!" Of course it's this guy but he's stunned by my hit so that's good. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?""Takin a walk... the hell you know howta hit like that?!""Kinda necessary when you grow up how I did, that and I'm an actual boxer... wanna see how many rounds you can go with me before I kick your ass?""You think you're funny do ya bitch?""Eww.""Eww?""Yeah eww. I expected a way better insult from you other than 'bitch'. Please, my grandma calls people 'bitch'."He's trying to decide if I'm crazy or not, I know the look, I get it a lo... oh Jesus fucking Christ he's kissing me. How did I miss that? He's not a subtle man, he shouldn't have been able to... oh that feels nice. His hands moved into my pants and I don't care if anyone can hear me, it has been a hot minute since I've been handled like this and I'm pretty sure the moan is forced out of me. That's right, I'm completely innocent I would never..."Ya ain't gonna fight me?"Well that question raises some red flags."Why? Can you not get it up unless the person is struggling?" he's not answering but his face gives everything away. There goes my libido. "OK... well that... hmm" I push him away and he actually lets me, which is surprising, but he's also blocking the exit so... "Have you really never had sex with a woman that actually wanted it?" he just shrugs so that answers that question. "I... I feel sorry for you."Oh should not have said that."Fuck you! I don't want you ta feel sorry for me.""What do you want?""I want those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock.""Well not that, that doesn't sound just... peachy... I can hear Devon and Samir calling for me so I'm gonna go ahead and pass."I go to leave but he grabs my arm and forces me back up against the rock, kicking my legs apart. I could and probably should lay him out flat but fucking Christ is this turning me on... maybe I should see the shrink along with Regina.He's got his hands up my shirt, his lips attached to my neck and all is going great until he bites down... hard. That one earns him a kick to the family jewels. "FUCKING BITCH!""Me?! You're the one that just went all Nosferatu on me!" I check the mark and fuckity fuck there's blood. "Nice going Lost Boy!" He has yet to catch his breath but it's OK because I don't need him to talk for this. I'm just gonna walk over, put my boot on his chest and make things so there will be no room for misunderstandings. "Listen very carefully Mac because I'm only gonna tell you this once. If I fuck someone it's because I want to and only when I want to. Try that shit again and I'll kill you.""You ain't got it in ya.""Oh baby, you've got no idea what I'm capable of.""FRANKIE!""That's my cue. Good seein ya Mac." I could kick him for good measure but the chances of him grabbing my ankle are way too high. I'm just gonna go ahead and wrap this stupid scarf thingy Devon gave me around my neck and... "hey guys.""The hell you doing up there?""I thought I heard something and went to check it out.""Where's Regina.""Van."Devon visibly relaxes but why is he touching me. I mean a hand on the shoulder is usually friendly but we are not friends, I tolerate him for Reggie."Listen, I know you're gonna do whatever the hell you want to do but it's not safe out here. You really shouldn't wander off alone.""Why do you care all of a sudden?""Because my sister would kill me if something happened to you. I know we don't always see eye to eye on things, but we agree on keeping her safe.""O... K. Samir, got any extra water?""Yeah. Here.""Thanks."He tosses it over and I catch it easily enough, and while I know that was a lame way to get out of a conversation, it was the only one I could think of. There's something unsettling about Devon, I have no proof other than a feeling, but him talking like that... I'd rather let Mac paw at me some more. Reggie is, thankfully, sitting in the van with the door open and the way she hugs me when I walk up tells me she was incredibly worried. I manage to get her inside the vehicle but a look behind me shows that Mac recovered more quickly than I anticipated... well fuck.*I told myself to ignore the red truck following us, not wanting to upset anyone, but my stress is quickly replaced by utter glee at the sight of Terra and Tom trapped on top of the roof by the dog. I'm sure my absolute cackle when the puppers jumps through the window and goes for Devon doesn't help the situation but then I hear them yell about a gun."Reggie. Leave the gun where it's at." Devon's eyes grow wide at my order but he needs to calm his tits. "Samir, please hand me the bag of jerky." He finds it quicker than they were able to locate the big ass rifle. "Here boy."As expected the furry bundle of vengeance hops off Devon and sits next to me on the floor of the van. Very happily munching on the jerky while Devon is clearly trying to decide if he should slam my head in the van door."The fuck. Was that?""I wasn't going to let you shoot a fucking dog." I scoff because come on, it should be obvious. "And before you get a bee up your ass about it, it's not because I wanted you hurt. Could you imagine what kind of mess that rifle would've made out of him? I don't know about you but getting covered in guts is not on my bucket list... Reg, you good?""No. I need. I gotta...""Devon, get your sister inside. I'm gonna take Mr. fluffy-butt home."The dog lets me grab its collar and walk it back to the pen it's kept in. The water dish is empty so I'm gonna go ahead and refill it... rainwater in a barrel... don't think in terms of clichés Frankie. This isn't Deliverance, there are no inbred hillbillies here trying to kill you as you float down a river..."Here ya go boy."I give the very best behind the ear scritches, at least I'm assuming since there's yet to be a dog I haven't been able to tame. Funny as shit when Juice and Jax came up and saw the big, scary junkyard dogs Clay bought lying on their backs so I could rub their tummies... if only it was that easy with people.Well that's enough of that, I've got a friend to check up on... but fuck I really do not want to go inside. No doubt Tom is bitching at Devon and Terra's probably pissed because we went to lunch instead of coming straight back. That was weird to put it mildly. Walter's got a similar vibe as Devon and while he's better at being polite, I still don't trust something there. I really do appreciate Mac's more forward way of doing things. Is it fucked? Yes. Do I approve? Fuck no. Would I rather deal with someone being honest about not caring if they have my consent verses shady shit where everyone speaks in damn riddles that you have to decipher? Also yes."Reg?" Not that I've never snuck out a bedroom window but Regina is a grown woman, she shouldn't have to sneak. She didn't hear me so I'll just follow her to the, OK so she's at the garage. "Where ya goin Reggie?""Frankie! I thought you were in the house!""You think I'd have stayed in the living room with the Brady bunch from hell, rather than be with you? Please." I manage to get her to smile but there's a new emotion I haven't seen before in her eyes. "Regina, what's going on?""I'm going back to the cave.""No. Absolutely not.""I have to Frankie. I have to face my demons, I'm never going to get better if I keep jumping at shadows.""OK... why does that sound like something Terra or Tom would say?" She won't meet my eyes, great so I will be starting a fight with them later. "Sweetie. You don't have to prove anything to anyone.""What if I want to prove something to myself.""Well..." I want to argue but this is ultimately her choice. "Then I guess I'd say... scoot up, I'm coming with you.""You don't have to.""I know but I'll feel better not having you go alone. I'll stand back, let you do your thing, but please don't make me go in and deal with their bullshit."I point my thumb toward the house and she finally nods, scooting up so I can sit behind her and off we go... please don't let this bite us in the ass.**Of course it bit us in the ass! OF FUCKING COURSE IT DID! The truck parked to the side was enough to tell me the place wasn't empty and I knew whose truck that was. Regina told me they used to cook meth in this cave and if they're still operating it, that is incredibly dangerous. The fumes alone are not something you want to mess with, but she was determined so in we went and while it was marijuana instead of methamphetamine, it is still a manufacturing plant."Reggie, we shouldn't be here."My friend is in a trance and unlike in the canyon, Mac has actually managed to be quiet. Fucker. I don't react quick enough and he's grabbed Reggie by the back of the neck and slammed her on the ground. Great, now I have to kill this man. He hasn't noticed me or is choosing to ignore me but him cutting the straps of her shirt has me seeing red. I kick him in the side of the head and send him flying off her, grabbing her hand and pulling her up before he can react."Reggie go.""I'm not leaving you!"He's already up and charging me, knocking me onto a mattress that... oh god I'm gonna puke, the fuck is on this? Actually I don't wanna know. I learned quickly that if you want to disorient someone, punch their head. Opie always told me that was fighting dirty but that was rich coming from someone that has killed for less. I manage to push him off of me, grabbing his legs before he can lunge for Regina and scream at her to go. I don't really care how this plays out between him and I but she needs to get to safety."REGGIE GO! NOW!"She thankfully runs out of the cave and now I have his undivided attention. I move so I'm in a crouching position, my brass knuckles are in my pocket and he watches me slip them over my fingers. How have I never noticed that he has some serious meth mouth going on? His eyes dart towards the exit and I already know what he's thinking, well that ain't gonna happen pal."You run after her or touch her and I'll cut your dick off and feed it to your dog.""Christ you're a mean woman.""Like I said earlier, kinda necessary with how I grew up." He's sizing me up, trying to see if he could overpower me by sheer will. "How's this gonna play out Mac? We fight until we kill each other?""Sounds good ta me.""You sure? Because you're pitching a pretty impressive tent in those pants of yours."I have no cause to talk to him right now. I shouldn't even be having this conversation but I want to see if he can be reasoned with or if I really do have to kill him. I've known men like him my whole life, they can be violent degenerates but if you get them on your side they can be useful."See somethin ya like little girl?""Little girls do it for ya?" well that comment pissed him off, at least I'm assuming so as he's charged me with surprising speed and now I'm on my back. "Did I hit a nerve Mac?""I'm gonna make you scream.""Promise?"He did not mean in pleasure but by the way his expression changes at my question, he may be rethinking his stance on the subject. My answer comes in the form of his lips crashing violently onto mine. I should not be enjoying this so much, I mean this man just put his hands on my best friend and his mouth tastes like a fucking ashtray mixed with low tide. It's not that I'm turned on by dirty rapists but this man knows how to use his tongue. Something in my brain finally registers that this is NOT ok but I already know that fighting him turns him on... well he bit me first so..."FUCK!" He licks his lower lip that I've nearly taken a chunk out of and backhands me, yeah I'm not surprised he's got no issues with hitting women. "You're gonna pay for that one."As a boxer I know where to hit an opponent, what jabs to use, when to go in for the hit and when to back off... that being said, I am not an MMA fighter. I never learned how to get out of situations like this, there was never a need with SAMCRO at my back, but here in a cave in bumfuck nowhere Utah has me wishing I'd bothered to practice a few moves. I raise my arms up to block my head, a concussion is not something I want to deal with right now, not that the hits to the ribs are feeling awesome. First thing he did when he knocked me back was to pin my legs so I couldn't kick but I've got fingernails... well those scars will look pretty when they heal."Stop fightin me Frankie. I can make ya feel good.""Fuck you!""If you insist."I'm a little impressed he knows what that word means and that he used it properly but no way am I going down without a fight. Thank gods for Regina who found help and brought them back because I do not know where this man's dick has been and I don't really want it inside me. Funny how opinions can change. Samir gets him off of me while Regina and Terra, who's being genuinely nice to me, help me up and check on my wounds. Regina's sobbing and while I was the one that just got attacked, I still hold her close and tell her everything will be fine. There's a look in Terra's eyes, a new appreciation for me that wasn't there before... not that we're going to be best friends after this but it's still better than the blind hatred she's had for me."The cops are on their way." She whispers. "Are you going to be OK?""Yeah Terra. I'll be fine."The guys haul Mac to his feet and march him outside, the girls staying close to me and doing their best to block me from his intense stare. It's unnerving how he watches me and I kinda like it... fucking hell if my brother ever finds out how messed up his baby sister is, I will be locked in Charming psych ward faster than you can say sex deviant.
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Imagine my NOT surprise when Mac's stint in jail didn't last longer than an hour. Because of course. Now everyone's freaking the fuck out, Regina found her ex-boyfriend dead along with the Sheriff, and Devon shot Tom. He claimed it was an accident but the crazy in his eyes has finally started shining through, I always knew it would only be a matter of time until it did. Samir left to go lure the other psycho away from the house but something deep inside me is screaming that he's not working alone, so when Devon tells all of us BUT Reggie to stay behind, I let him think I'll listen but lets be real... I follow. Terra's, surprisingly, not asking me to stay but I'm sure it's because she knows I can kick Mac's ass and her concern is stemming more from wanting Devon to be safe than anything... oh sweetie.I make it to the shit-hole Mac calls a house, shush the dog with some more ear scritches, and wait for him to show. Didn't take long, maybe 3 minutes, which means he's been hiding out... fuck I hope he doesn't find me. The element of surprise is important here and if he gets the jump on me, I may not make it out of Utah alive. He shuts the door behind him, not bothering to check his surroundings (rookie mistake bro) and I'm gonna just follow him in... why is Devon coming out of the rafters?"She's mine now"oh fuck... oh fuckity fuck fuck!"We'll see how this plays out, after I clean up your mess little brother."That explains... so much. Of course the psycho twins are actually related. I need to get Regina the FUCK OUT."We will."No the fuck you will not. I wait until they leave, Reggie is still in the closet and as long as I can get to her before she wakes up... "Told ya I'd be seein you"Damn it.*Everything went black and I come to in Mac's piece of shit truck, my hands and legs are bound with duct tape, and my mouth is covered with it. I wish I could say this was a first for me but when you're the sister of someone in a biker gang people tend to target you. Don't panic Frankie."You awake over there?" I'd flip him off if my hands were tied in front of me but here I am. "I'm gonna take this shit off your mouth, you scream, I'll kill ya."You know, getting duct tape ripped off your mouth sucks but it's still better than when they do it slow. Mac is not a subtle man though so off it comes in a split second and while I shouldn't poke the bear... I'm gonna."You're a fuckin sick son of a bitch.""Thanks.""What kind of prick helps his brother with a plan that involves raping his sister? I mean, I have seen some shit in my life but this is a new one for me.""You don't know shit.""No? I heard you! Regina doesn't deserve this... hell, nobody fucking deserves this!" His hand twitches and I know he's thinking about hitting me, go for it meth boy I won't be tied up forever... I hope. "I mean, I've figured out that you're a piece of shit but I had no idea how big of one you truly were. What? Daddy didn't love you enough? Mommy run out on you? That why you think it's OK to-" Well, he hit me. I probably had that coming but I just love pissing off ass-hats. "You punch like a fucking girl! My niece hits harder than you!"That struck a nerve, at least I'm assuming since he has slammed on the breaks and... I am being drug out of the truck by my hair. He is so predictable. I bet he kicks me while I'm on the... nope he has hauled me to my feet and slammed me against the truck."You really don't know when ta shut your fuckin mouth!""So I've been told."I don't think he knows what to do with me. I'm positive Devon has ordered me killed and since Mac seems to be the guard dog I refused to be... Goddammit he's undoing his pants, if he thinks I'm going to let him fuck me without a fight he has another thing coming."On your knees bitch.""No!"I'm grabbed by the hair again and forced down, my poor scalp."Bite me and I'll jam my knife into your throat.""I am not putting that thing in my mouth. Who knows what kind of diseases you have!"As my brother would say 'Frankie your attitude's gonna get you killed one of these days.' I'm not being killed but he jams the knife into the back of my shoulder and I can't help but scream, giving him the opening he was looking for. Hey! You try getting stabbed and not scream, shit fucking hurts.OK, I'm gonna puke all over his dick because I don't know when the last time he showered was but it was not recently. Who knows what germs are being forced into my mouth but if he thinks I'm gonna do more than just hold still, he's got another thing coming. If he wants to fuck my mouth, unfortunate because I'm actually pretty skilled at blowjobs, but I refuse to put those skills to use when it's not consensual. Luckily, or as lucky as I can be in this moment, he cums quickly. Unluckily his cum tastes like battery acid."Swallow." Nope. He gets in my face, grabbing my jaw hard and forcing my mouth open to see if I've followed his demands. "I said... swallow." I did not swallow but I did spit it back in his face, which got my stabbed again, this time in the leg. Fuck head. "I don't care if you've got extra holes in ya Frankie... I'll fuck 'em anyway.""You're disgusting."He takes it as a compliment before throwing me back in the truck. OK well this is less than ideal but I still need to get to Reggie. I need to get us out of here because being a sex slave is not something I'll allow myself to get caught up in. I know, I know 'how will you have a choice?' I will... wing it."The fuck you doin this Mac?""Devon's my-""I know he's your brother, don't really mean shit. Are you actually OK with him keeping his SISTER as a plaything? Tell me you're not THAT twisted.""Bitch I just stabbed you!""And? I've had worse." That's shocked him, shocks most people. "Ever heard of SAMCRO?""The fuck is that?""The Sons of Anarchy."He knows, I've seen that same flicker of recognition in others. They're based out of Charming but word seems to spread when you do the shit they do. If you're in the Northwest, you've at least heard the name, even if you don't know who they are."Never heard of 'em.""Yeah OK."He's quiet for about a minute before he just can't help himself. They all ask similar questions, wanting to know just how deep in shit they're gonna be when word gets back that someone's hurt one of their women."You one of their bitches?""No. I'm a daughter and a sister." He slams the breaks again and since I can't brace myself, my face hits the dash. "ASSHOLE! Fuck Mac, if you're gonna keep doing that shit at least untie my damn hands so I can protect my fucking face!""Whose?""What?""Whose Kid?""Piney Winston is my dad" he doesn't recognize my dad's name but I bet he'll know my big brother. "and Opie Winston is my brother. He's Jax Teller's best friend... don't fucking act like you don't know who I'm fucking talking about. My dad helped create the damn club and you wouldn't be asking if you actually had no clue."He leans over and cuts my wrists and legs free. Yay for small victories."What'd-ya want?""For you to stop stabbing me for one. Give me your shirt so I can stop the bleeding.""No. What'd-ya want?" there's actual fear in his eyes, I wonder just how much he knows about the Sons. "We ain't got all night bitch. The fuck do you want?""Help me get Reggie out.""Devon won't let her go.""I wasn't really planning on letting him live." He mutters something under his breath that sounds like 'fuckin biker bitch'. "Look... I'm not exactly your biggest fan. I'm bleeding out of two new holes and your cum tastes like ass but you help me and I'll get you out of Caineville.""Why?""Would you help me otherwise?""No.""Then why do you think genius? If Walter's your dad and Devon is your brother... Dev's the favorite isn't he?" he goes quiet but the set of his jaw tells me I'm correct. "Even if I'm the one that kills the little shit, he'll take it out on you.""So you'll help me get away?""Yes.""Why?""Sometimes you need to make a deal with the devil, this is one of those times. Regina's talked me down from a few ledges and I love that girl, I would die for that girl. No way am I going to let Devon hurt her, not anymore than he already has.""I hurt her. I'm the one that attacked her in the cave all those years ago. Still want my help?""No but since you've fucked up my shoulder and leg, I need it."He's thinking over my offer and while he doesn't actually answer me, he nods. "Stay here. I got some shit to take care of first but I'll help ya get Regina out.""You're gonna kill them" it wasn't a question and he smiles that black smile of his."You ain't just a pretty face after all. Stay put."I wait all of 2 minutes before I follow him out into the canyons, slower because of my damn leg, but I catch up when I hear Regina scream. I mean to go after her, stop her and tell her we're leaving, but the sight of him ripping out Tom's intestines sends the contents of my stomach flying out of my mouth. That prick is laughing at me but I don't have time to cuss him out, he's on me before I can say 'stop'. His hands are covered in blood as they pull me up and hold my face still, this is... weirdly gentle for the man and so is the kiss he gives me. Still not consensual, still gross (I mean, I did just vomit), but I half expected him to bite my tongue off so..."I thought I told you to stay in the truck?""I've never been one to listen.""Christ woman, you're making me love you.""Because I followed you out?""Nah, cause you ain't a pussy ass bitch. Takes balls to ignore an order from the monster of red canyon."Have I stepped into a Rob Zombie movie? Because it feels like a Rob Zombie version of the Notebook or some shit. Mac's evil in nearly every sense of the word but his bloody thumb is stroking my cheek more tenderly than I thought he had in him. He gives me one more kiss, a little rougher than the last one, and drops his hand to mine."Come on. We ain't done yet.""I'm not gonna help you kill Terra. I won't fucking do it.""I ain't askin ya to, just want you with me... to make sure you don't back outta our deal."Well that was for sure not what he meant by that, but if he wants to pretend he doesn't feel some type of way about me, fine by me. I'm not even sure what to make of him, I should feel unbridled hatred for this man, but I'm more intrigued than anything else... as long as he helps me get Regina out and keeps his hands to himself from now on... well, we'll see.*Terra... put up a bigger fight than I thought she would. Mac was going to kill her and while I should stay out of it, something my father and Clay drilled into my head, I feel guilty for not trying something. Mac's not expecting me to jump on his back but they were too close to the ledge and when he goes to throw me off him, he kicks her off the edge and all I can do is watch as her body hits the bottom with a sickening thud."THE FUCK FRANKIE!""I said I'd help you get out of Utah. I didn't say I'd stand back and let you kill people!""Oh please. Stop actin like you ain't got blood on your hands!""I'm not! I have my own set of sins Mac and I'm a monster in my own right, but Terra's only mistake was getting together with Devon!""That bitch fucking hated you! I heard her talkin about you, her and that blonde prick. Talkin about how they hoped you got lost in the canyons! Still think she was worth savin?""Well it doesn't matter now does it?!" He reaches down to help me up and I go ahead and take it because getting back into a standing position fucking sucks with a leg wound. "Just... let's get Reggie and get the hell out of here. We can argue about who has the better moral compass later."Mac wraps his arm around my waist, supporting my weight and helping me back down to the truck. Neither of us seem real interested in talking and by the time we're in the cab it's dawn and while my mind tries to go through the events of the night before, I shove it back. I will never finish this if I think about the carnage the man beside me has inflicted, not just last night but all of it. He hurt Regina, I shouldn't be letting him anywhere near her, but I've lost enough blood to make me weak and desperate times call for asking a psychopath for help... or however that saying goes."Hey, don't you pass out on me now."I don't think I'm gonna pass out, the glass just feels nice and cool... "Stop fucking shaking me Mac!""We're here."OK so maybe I was gonna pass out. "Mac, I need you to slap me.""The hell?""I'm not coherent enough to do what needs to be done and I doubt we have time to grab a coffee... so slap me." I thought he'd hesitate but he just shrugs and slaps me across the face... hard. Well that sucked but I did ask for it and I do feel more awake. "Great thanks.""Never had a bitch thank me for hittin her before.""It was a one time thing. We may be helping each other right now, but you're absolutely expendable. So you try anymore of that shit... ANY of it and I'll bite your dick off, shove it up your ass, and leave you in a fucking ditch for the coyotes. Got me?""You're a little terrifying Frankie.""Good. Let's go."He leads me through the back and I can see that Walter's not here. Must be out front to make sure nobody comes in and interrupts his depraved, asshole son... well his youngest depraved, asshole son. Devon's got Reggie tied to the bed, going on and on about the cave and everything that happened. I don't bother hiding the disdain on my face when I glance up at Mac, maybe I'll let Chibs and Juice have a go at him once we reach California... he nudges me out of my musings, motioning toward the bed and I see Devon pulling his pants down... oh fuck no."Devon.""Frankie? You're alive... that's...""Surprising? Disappointing?""You kill Mac?""Nope. Mac." His brother steps in and Devon smirks. I'm sure he thinks I've fucked up but his smile fades when his big bro hands me his knife. "I made a deal. Sold my soul so to speak.""The hell Mac?""What can I say? I'm a sucker for nice tits and blue eyes."Reggie's eyes are darting between us but I need to focus on Devon before I answer all her questions, I just hope she forgives me for dragging Mac into this. Dev is starting to panic but before he can yell, an RV pulls up and Walter walks over to greet the family... it's just him against us."Come on Frankie. I was only ever trying to protect Reggie... just like you.""Bullshit! You want to keep her from ALL men BUT you. I want to protect her from all men LIKE you. We are not the same.""And yet you're in league with my brother.""Necessary evil."He wants to keep the conversation going, a tactic I've seen tried many times over. They think if they keep you distracted that they'll get out of it, but I'm not interested in hearing what he has to say. I'm not strong enough to charge him but I've got a damn good aim and before he can blink, I've thrown the knife into his throat... that's right motherfucker, choke on your own blood."I'll finish him off. Go get her, meet me in the truck.""We can't take the truck Mac, Walter knows it and-""We ain't got another option! Ya really wanna argue with me right now Frankie?""Fine but you touch a hair on her head and I'll cut your hand off. Got it?""I love it when you talk dirty.""Ugh. Pig." OK, enough banter. I take the knife out of Devon's throat and cut Reggie loose, holding on to her tight when she wraps her arms around me like a snake constricting it's prey. Hurts my shoulder like fuck but I'm not gonna let her go, not when she's shaking like this. "I've got you Reggie. I'll take care of you.""Frankie, he... he was gonna... he.""I know sweetie. I know but he can't hurt you anymore. Can you walk?""Yeah.""OK I need to get you to Mac's truck and-""No... no Frankie not him!""Shh... Regina if Walter catches us, he'll kill me. I know what he did and I'm not making light of that. I never fucking will but we need him.""I can't""You have to. Just for right now. Please Reggie, trust me. I'm begging you."She doesn't fight me but the fear in her eyes hasn't dissipated, if anything it gets worse once we're in the truck and she finally sees my knife wounds. I've purposely placed myself in the middle and when Mac rejoins us, he's got more blood on his hands, and wipes them off on MY shorts."The fuck? Why do you keep getting me bloody?""Looks good on ya.""Can we get the hell out of here now?""Whatever you say Frankie."Well this is going to be the road trip from hell and I've got the devil in the driver's seat...
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It's only 10 hours from Caineville to Charming, however the route takes us right through Vegas... bet you can guess where Mac wants to stop. To be honest, I'm not interested in stopping until I know we're safe. I left behind some bullshit in Charming but that's still where my family is, where my brother is.We drove in Mac's truck until just outside Cedar City where I insisted we dump it. You'd think I asked him to cut his dick off or stop using... which that one is coming, but the bitch fit he threw over the fucking truck was honestly ridiculous."Scrap the fucking truck or hitchhike back home. I'm sure Walter would be just THRILLED to welcome you home after you gutted Devon like a fish."That shut him up for half a second until I made him get in the back. He's still not really great at understanding personal space or what the word 'no' means and I'm sick of him trying to slip his hands between my thighs. Not to mention Regina is still a mess, understandable after all that bullshit, so she is to be next to me at all times. Reggie's not happy about traveling with Mac and again, not something I can blame her for. She finally managed to pass out about an hour outside of Caineville, and he told me what happened that night. I was pissed when he told me about his friend spiking his drink, that one time is what led him to the addiction, but it doesn't excuse him hurting her like that... kept that shit to myself though.Before we got in the new car, Reggie pulled me to the side to apologize. No fucking clue why she felt it necessary but I didn't interrupt. She told me that she's sorry for putting so much pressure on me about Mac, that she sees me trying to keep him under control and away from her. She told me she'd seen the stab wounds and just wanted us to get somewhere there was a hospital and honestly, same. I'm no longer bleeding but I need to find some kind of painkillers and antibiotics before this shit gets infected.We were an hour outside of Vegas when Mac started to whine like a four year old, worse than a four year old actually. My brothers got two kids and they were never this bad... fuck how am I going to survive this trip? I mean I sorta get it. He's not used to having to actually control himself but after I nearly cut his throat when he attempted to wrestle the car keys from me, he seemed to get the hint. However this whining may be worse than an all-out brawl, at least that's something I know I can win."Come on Frankie. We're all fucking exhausted, you need ta go to a hospital and Regina needs somethin to eat.""Two things... I only need a hospital because YOU stabbed me and what did I say about you saying shit about Reg? I don't even want you saying her name. Do it again and I'll cut your tongue out.""There ya go again. Making me love you.""Oh for fucks sake. If we stop, you had better behave Mac! If you do something stupid and get arrested, that's it. I won't bail you out, I'll cut my fucking loses and then me and Reggie will go to California without you. Do you understand me?""Yeah.""Good... Reg, you OK with this?""I mean, you really do need a hospital Frankie.""What I need is sleep and a cheeseburger with extra pickles. I can wait until Charming for the rest of the shit.""Francesca...""Regina, I'll take some aspirin.""No." Reggie usually lets me have my way but there's a hard look in her eyes I haven't seen before. "You are going to the hospital. I won't have my best friend die from sepsis""Reg""You have no idea if he hit an artery or something Frankie! You don't know what kind of damage could be done that we can't see! You either go to the hospital or...""Or what?""Or I'll have Mac drug you and we'll take you in that way."Well that's a surprise. Regina threatening me with a man I know she hates with every fiber of her being. Talking about working WITH him to get me treated. She's serious about this... fuck... I mean it will be easier to get Clay to agree to help me if I'm not actively dying."Fine but then I want a ch-""Cheeseburger with extra pickles. I know."*The hospital staff was nice enough, Mac clearly made them nervous, and when they got me back into a room alone... well, not alone because I pitched a fucking fit about them trying to keep Regina out of the room. Anyway, they asked me the usual questions revolving around domestic violence. I was incredibly clear that I was not intimately involved with the man in the waiting room but then I went and lied about getting mugged. I was surprised when Regina backed up my story, she didn't have a reason in the world to lie for Mac, but I think she knows I have a reason for keeping him with us... and I do.The doctor told me I'd live, gave me some oxy and antibiotics and sent me on my way. I will be hiding the oxy from Mac, fucker will get shot if he tries stealing it, when I'm healed I don't give a damn but this shit hurts."How long that shit take?""It took... 6 hours Mac. That's what happens when you stab a person. Come on, I'll get us a room and we can sleep.""Fuck that shit I wanna go to the Casinos.""Knock yourself out but me and Reg are the only ones that will have the room keys. You try stumbling in at 3 in the morning and you'll be sleeping in the hallway."He mumbles when he knows I've got him by the balls and right now it's a muttered 'fuckin baby'. Reggie shakes her head but doesn't say shit about it, she knows I'll deal with him when I've had enough. For now I'm going to find a cheap hotel and get some sleep... away from the strip just in case he tries any of his usual shit. I find a Motel 6 on the outskirts of the town, much to Mac's chagrin, but I'm paying so he can just... deal."Frankie. One room?""Easier to keep an eye on him Reg. Me and you will share a bed, I've got my knife and if I need to I'll hogtie him.""The fuck you will.""Yeah, the fuck I will Mac." I can see he doesn't believe me, he genuinely thinks I'm lying about everything I claim to be. Well, time to set that shit straight. "This Frankie, this one right here in front of you. This is not the same one that danced with you at Luna Mesa. This is the Frankie that grew up calling half of SAMCRO 'uncle'. The one that doesn't take anyone's shit and the one that makes what you did in the canyon look like a kiddie ride at Disneyland. Do not fuck with me and we won't have a problem but you try shit-""And what?""Take all my previous threats and put 'em together. Got it?""You're so fuckin hot.""Oh my god. Here" I put $200 in his hand and shove him forward. "Go find a quiet casino or whatever the fuck you want and don't come back until midnight.""You gonna lock me out?""I will if you're late.""Fair enough."My getting him out of our hair is twofold. Regina can shower and change without having him around and I don't have to hear his voice for a few hours. My shoulder and leg are screaming at me but we need new clothes, fucking hell am I glad I didn't pack anything I actually liked for this trip. My knuckles and knife never left my person and they're really all I care about. Mac had swung by the house before we left so I could grab my purse and Regina's wallet but we didn't have time for me to grab our clothes so I left them but now... now we needed something. Reggie had on my jacket, a bra and her shorts and I was still in blood stained clothes, the knife wound in my leg getting rubbed by the fabric of my shorts."Regina, go take a shower and lock the door. I'm going to check that Walmart across the street and get us some clothes.""Let me come with you.""You'll be OK. Take my knife and-""Francesca please. Please don't leave me here alone."Well fuck, no way can I tell her no when she's scared like this. To be honest I don't know if she'll ever recover but I'm gonna do everything I can to help her. Good thing Walmart isn't known for their fancy clientele, we probably won't be the first ones to go in looking like shit... hell, we probably aren't the first one's today!"Come on sweetie. You can shower when we get back, I'll guard the door.""Thanks Frankie.""Yeah but you'll have to do the same when it's my turn.""I will. I promise.""Fine... let's go."*It's amazing how things can start to look up when you're clean. I bought Regina new pants, shirts, underwear, socks, shoes, and pajamas along with some toiletries and a sucker just because it made her smile. I don't know Mac's shoe size but he's about the same build as Juice so I grabbed him clean clothes as well, not that he deserves it, but I'm sick of the ammonia smell that permeates off all his clothes as well as his skin. I'd bet money that he still cooked meth on the side, if only to feed his habit."Now what?""Well now that we don't look like we're on death's doorstep... you hungry?""Starving! Can we go somewhere and sit?""Reggie..." I know she wants normal. She wants to forget that we're technically on the run, but I want to keep her safe. "Walter's found Dev's body by now. If he doesn't come for us himself, he'll send someone. We need to be careful, at least until Charming."She nods in understanding but she's got questions and I know what her first ones going to be "Why didn't you ever tell me about the biker gang?""You knew. I mean, you knew enough.""When you told me Opie was part of a club, I was thinking more like The Buffalo Soldiers and less like Hell's angels.""Reg, you know I'd never lie to you. Not on purpose. Clay was honestly PISSED when I brought you to the clubhouse that first Christmas, made me swear I'd keep my mouth shut about shit. I have a certain amount of pull because of my dad and brother but not enough to go against Clay. I'm not a member and I'm not an old lady; I'm family but there's shit even I don't know.""So what kind of stuff do they do?""I can't tell you that Regina.""OK... what kind of stuff have YOU done."It was a fair question. I've hinted at shit enough to pique her interest, granted it was mainly to keep Mac in line, but she's still my best friend. I take a deep breath and sit next to her on the bed, staring at my hands because I'm terrified of what I'll see in her eyes when she hears this."I... I was the one that got information out of guys the club couldn't.""What kind of information?""You know I can't tell you that." I sighed. "I worked at a strip club, did what I needed to do and that was that.""Then, what's with all the shit you've been telling Mac?""Just because I'm not part of the club, doesn't mean I didn't do my own shit. The guys let things slide from time to time that I couldn't. Bad men hurting innocent people... there are a lot of graves in Charming cemetery that are there because of me.""And the guys never guessed it was you?""They never asked and I never told them. It was better that way and they could claim ignorance if someone came snooping around for answers. I was getting rid of small problems before they turned into big ones."She's gotten quiet and a few minutes pass before she asks me another question. I thought she was going to continue down the same line, ask me about my victims and what they'd done, but after how I killed Devon I'm sure she can guess."So you killed bad people... did you ever do anything else?""What'd you mean?""I dunno. Any other crimes.""Grand theft auto, a few assault charges, oh and I once blew up a building.""No you did not!" I don't answer but she can tell by my expression that I'm being honest. "Oh my god! My best friend is a bad ass!"That was not the reaction I was expecting but it is a huge relief to know she doesn't hate me. She throws her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek, a real smile on her face... something I never thought I'd see again."Still worried about Mac?""I think I'll always be worried about him but... I know you'll protect me.""Damn right I will.""Will you protect yourself?""Of course.""Good! Now... feed me!!""Come on princess. Let's go see what kind of drive thru we can find."*There's an In-N-Out nearby and while they're not my favorite, Reggie's OBSESSED so that's where we went. They've got a drive-thru so at least I don't have to worry about getting out and Regina's acting like I just gave her all the diamonds in the world by how excited she is over a mediocre burger."Why'd you get two if you hate this place?""One's for Mac." She lets out an unamused snort and I figure I owe her some kind of explanation for him. "Reg... I know asking you to ride in the same car as someone who hurt you is shitty. I'm not trying to downplay what happened to you or excuse his actions, because they were inexcusable. Hell, he assaulted me last night and I now have 2 new scars I'll have to explain to my very protective big brother.""Then why?""Because without him, I never would've been able to get you away from that place. I had to make a deal to guarantee we escaped... that YOU escaped. I'm not going to pretend that he's an angel, he's as far from that as he can get, but I'd rather have that violent streak of his working for us rather than against us. If I'd killed Devon myself, if he'd feigned innocence and told Walter it was all me... he'd be the one chasing us and that's a more terrifying thought to me than him sitting next to me.""You did that for me?""And I'd do it again. You're my best friend Regina. You were there for me after that shit with Jax and you've saved my stupid ass more than once. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be alive right now and I love the hell outta you.""I love you too Frankie.""So, ready to go get some sleep?""What time is it?""10:30""Can we watch TV for a while first?""Fuck yeah! I think Nick at Night is on... know what that means?""Friends marathon?!" I give her a big smile and with a mouthful of food, she tells me to hit the gas.*1:15 is what the clock reads when I hear a noise outside our door. It sounds like two voices and I really hope someone just has the wrong room. Reggie is out cold, having passed out after half an episode of Friends, and I don't need her waking up to some drunk idiot. Grabbing my knife from under the pillow, I sneak outside and see what the hell is going on... I know, stupid idea and if this was a horror movie I'd be dead, but I need to be sure. What I see has ice running through my veins and then nothing but blind rage. Mac has some poor girl up against a wall and she's trying her best to get away from him, I'm not sure what he slipped her but it was strong enough to fuck with her coordination. I should've known something was up when he got weirdly excited about where our room was situated... around the back of the building with a long tunnel-esq hallway that led to an empty field next to it. Well if he thinks I'm going to let him rape a woman he's got another thing coming.He let's off with a confused 'what the fuck?!' when I pull him off the girl, but it quickly changes to an 'oh fuck' when he realizes it's me."Frankie.""Shut the fuck up!" I hiss, checking on the shaken girl. "Sweetie, what's your name?""Leslie.""OK Leslie. I'm going to call you cab and get you home. Do you know where you live?""Y-yes.""OK good. What do you remember sweetheart?""I was drinking and then nothing. Where am I?""She's completely out of it... fuck Mac! What did I say about this shit?!""I was gonna pay her.""She's not a fucking hooker! If you wanted one of those, you should've called a goddamn hotline! Motherfucker... I oughta kill you!" I make sure the girl can stand before grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall, my knife pressed to his cheek. "I fucking warned you Mac. You fucking heard what I said to Devon!""The fuck you want from me Frankie?! You expect different? You don't even know me!""You're right. I don't but I have enough information now to know I don't want you anywhere near Regina!""You ain't gonna leave me in fuckin Vegas! We had a deal!""The deal only goes as far as my fucking patience!" I hear the girl Leslie hiccup and she's not crying but she's barely standing. "Don't move Mac or I'll carve your heart out and mail it back to Walter!" he's seriously debating whether or not to listen so I give his cheek a little nick with my blade. "Don't fucking move.""BITCH!""Yeah I am, so imagine how much worse this will be IF YOU MOVE!""FINE! CHRIST!"I move away but he stays put so that's good. "Leslie, do you have a phone baby girl?""Purse.""I'm gonna use it to call a cab, OK?""K"She's got a tiny little clutch so the phone was easy to call and she had the Uber app already downloaded so... extra easy. It takes the driver 20 minutes to get to us and once I have her safely in the vehicle and given the guy the address she told me, it was time to deal with Mac. He was still standing in the tunnel thing, smoking a cigarette and I can tell he's pissed at me... well... that goes both ways."Mac... you can't do that shit. You fucking can't.""Don't tell me what I can and can't do bitch!""I will if you still plan on coming with us! Clay will kill you so fucking fast if you pull that shit in Charming!""Who the fuck is Clay?""The president of the Sons." He finally gets quiet, which means he knows a whole hell of a lot about the gang that he's not telling me. We had a similar conversation in Caineville but he never said one way or the other what he knew, just asked me who I was to them... time for me to get more answers. "What do you know about them?""Nothin.""Bullshit! You've done nothing but talk shit since we left Caineville but one mention of Clay and the boys and you're quiet... what's the truth?""Fuck you! I ain't gotta tell you shit.""Actually you do" I walk over to him, pressing my body up against his for good measure, and right when he thinks he's getting somewhere, my knife is pressed against the underside of his chin pushing up into the soft spot. If I push too hard he'll end up with the blade through the bottom of his mouth and he knows it. "What. Do. You. Know?""Walter was part of the Mayans. I fucking know everything Frankie."Well fuck."Are you in contact with the Mayans?""Fuck no! I hate those asshole! I fuckin tried ta get Walter to stop tellin people I'm his kid, had enough problems, didn't want anyone figuring out my old man was tied to a fuckin biker gang. So the longer that can be kept from getting out of Utah, the better.""I'll keep your secret Mac but if you piss off the wrong person, they'll start digging. I've seen it happen too many times to count and if Clay finds out I didn't tell him everything... no more of that rapey shit. Got it?""How the fuck am I supposed to get pussy?"Why am I not surprised that the only part he's worried about is sex... motherfucker really does have a one track mind. "I don't know, get to know a girl first?""Fuck that shit."I had a choice to make right now. I couldn't let him loose on Charming if he was hellbent on raping people. I'm honestly more worried about mine and Regina's necks than his if he went on a rampage."Are you clean?""The fuck does that mean?""Do you have an STD?""Nah.""How do you know?""Walter didn't want to lose his only employee to some dick disease, made me get regular testing.""When was your last one?""Last week.""It was clean?""Yeah... why?"'"You are going to go take a goddamn shower.""And then?""You're gonna fuck me in it." His eyes darken in an instant, eyes blown wide with lust, but he's still not sure if I'm messing with him or not. "Why?""Like I said in the beginning: if I fuck someone, it's because I want to. I don't expect you to be a damn Saint but I do expect you to keep it in your pants unless it's 100% consensual. This way you get what you want and I have one less problem to worry about.""That's about as sexy as a car insurance commercial.""So... you don't want to fuck? That's fine."I go to leave but he grabs my arm and pulls me back to him, holding me tight so I don't try to leave again. "Don't put words in my mouth Frankie.""Why not? You stuck your dick in mine.""I'll do it again.""Not unless you want it bit off.""I like the fight in you woman. May haveta keep you.""Shower. Now.""Yes ma'am."
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Well we're back on the road and Charming is only 3 hours away. Reggie slept like the dead last night and she looks much better, has color back in her cheeks and she's even managed to ignore Mac without flinching. Yesterday every time he moved she about jumped out of her skin but today she simply glances over at me and immediately relaxes... if only I could do the same.I shouldn't be thinking about last night or how it felt to be with Mac. I shouldn't think about how oddly thoughtful it was of him to brush his teeth while I checked on Reggie. I shouldn't think about how my legs fit into the crook of his arms or how easily he held me against the shower wall as he fucked me... like it was the easiest thing in the world for him, bastard didn't even break a sweat. I shouldn't think about how his dick is easily one of the biggest I've ever fucked or how quickly he had me falling apart. I shouldn't... but I am. It's all I can fucking focus on and it doesn't help that every time I look in the rear view mirror he's looking back at me with a gaze that has me shivering in the best possible way. All the wicked promises held behind those eyes..."Frankie?""Yeah, sorry. What was the question?" I hear Mac snicker behind me but ignore him, no reason to inflate his ego even more."Can we stop at the next rest area?""Sure... I saw a sign just a little ways back, we should be coming up on one soon.""Thanks."Reggie drank 3 cups of coffee before we left so it's no surprise she's got to pee. It'll give me an excuse to sneak a smoke and try to clear my head. Regina knows I smoke occasionally but it's one of the things she will jump all over my ass about. The rest stop is just up ahead so I go ahead and pull in, hand her a couple bucks so she can get a snack and walk over to the smoking area. My head leaning against the brick, eyes shut when I feel arms wrap around my waist."Can I help you Mac?""From the way you've been watchin me, I think it's me that can help you...""I'm not fucking you at a rest stop.""Why not? She ain't gotta know." His offer should not be this tempting. "Will make sure I ain't all keyed up when we get wherever we're goin.""You asshole." I blow smoke out my nose and shake my head. "Last night wasn't enough?""Now that I know what you feel like, it ain't ever gonna be enough. You're better than meth.""I... that's not the compliment you think it is."He just smirks at me, dipping his head down to my neck and kissing it in a way that's making it real difficult to remember why this is a bad idea. "Come on Frankie. I know ya want it.""Fuck it."There's a family bathroom we take, no one was in it and from what I saw in the parking lot, we're the only ones here right now. It's a quickie, a dirty fuck in a public bathroom and something I've done more than once. If we had time I'd have stretched this out a bit longer, but I've got Regina waiting and Walter is still a threat, so while it does feel good I don't get off. It doesn't bother me too much, I know my body and it can take me a while to get there but I can tell it bugs Mac. He got me off in the shower the night before and kept going on and on about how it felt to feel me cum around his dick, so I'm sure his disappointment is more for himself than any true concern about my sexual needs being met."One more time Frankie.""We don't have time.""You didn't even get off!""Doesn't always work out that way Mac.""Bullshit!"I doubt every woman he's been with has orgasmed during sex but he's scary enough that they probably faked it. I may be the first woman he's fucked that refuses to do that, if a guy wants to get me there he needs to understand that sometimes it takes work."Mac" I'm buttoning my pants but he looks PISSED and I can't have him like this in the car. Walking over, I put a gentle hand to his cheek and it makes me a little sad when he flinches. Tells me more than he ever will. "I'm not mad or disappointed. It felt great, some days it's just not as easy for me to get off.""We'll see about that. I'm gonna have you a moaning mess before you go to sleep tonight.""That's a nice sentiment but-""No buts."I can't help but scoff; I'm having a real hard time believing he genuinely gives a damn. I've basically volunteered myself to be his toy, he has no reason to actually try. However, he grabs my face and I'm beginning to think my reaction may have been a mistake. He doesn't hit me like I expect but there's a fire in his eyes that's intimidating as hell."Mac""I ain't never gave a damn if a bitch gets off or not, long as I get mine." That's not at all shocking. "until now." That is. "You do somethin to me Frankie and I want you to fuck me because ya like it, not just because you don't want me hurtin people.""Are you... is this you being nice Mac?""Nah. I'm selfish and you're hot. Need ta make sure you don't run off to one of those biker assholes."Oh no, control issues are not my jam. I dealt with that shit a few times and it always ended with someone getting hurt, usually them, but I've been in jail enough times to want to stay out of it."I'm gonna fuck who I want Mac.""For now.""No. Not for now." I take a step back and thankfully he stays put, leaning against the bathroom wall and looking like sex on legs. Fucker knows it too... focus Frankie! "This little arrangement we have is for practicality. I cannot keep Regina safe if you fuck shit up in Charming. I'm not your girlfriend, we're just fucking.""Fine. Then I'm gonna fuck who I want.""That's fine... as long as you have CONSENT!"He still hasn't figured me out yet, despite his claims, and I can see the hint of confusion behind his blue eyes. He knows I'm attracted to him but he can't seem to wrap his head around the idea that I won't get jealous if he fucks other women."You really won't give a damn?""Only if it's rape.""Won't be.""Then no.""Huh... alright then.""We good?""Yeah.""Good... come on, we're almost there."Walking back to the car I was really hoping Regina wouldn't think it odd that the two of us were coming back together, but she's always seen more than she lets on. Not only is she observant but Mac has the cockiest smirk on his face and I'm sure he's trying to rub it in that he fucked her friend without actually saying anything."Frankie, can I talk to you for a minute?""Yeah... Mac, no smoking in the car. You light a cigarette you better be standing OUTSIDE.""Whatever you say baby.""Ugh... come on Reg, we can talk over there."She follows me over to the vending machines and by the way she's tapping her foot I know she's trying not to yell at me. She's concerned and she has every right to be but this is a means to an end and I hope she'll hear me out."Please tell me you're not screwing Mac. Please tell me you guys coming out of that bathroom together wasn't what it looked like.""Regina... don't ask questions you don't want the answers to.""Fuck! Why him?!""Why any of this Reggie?" I shrug, I'm not going to make her feel guilty, I just need her to understand. "I made a decision in Caineville and I'd make it all over again. I needed his help and he needed an out.""I know that, you've already explained all that, but what I'm not understanding is why you have to fuck him. I know you and Juice were together at one point, he seems nice.""You're right. Juice is a nice guy, but he's just fuck buddy. We're not in a relationship and never have been. The only person I was ever with like that was Jax and that... that didn't really work out in my favor.""OK. A fuck buddy... but Juice is still a better one of those than Mac.""Regina, do you think I'm fucking him because I have feelings for him? After the things he's done? The shit he did to you AND me?""I-I don't know. I've heard of Stockholm Syndrome.""Oh Reg. I do not have Stockholm Syndrome. This shit with Mac is business."She looks at me like maybe I have a concussion, even reached over to touch my forehead to make sure I didn't have a fever and was possibly delirious. Disappointment on her face when I was completely fine."Explain.""I cannot have him doing the shit in Charming that he did in Caineville. He's too use to getting whatever he wants and by any means necessary. So I made him another deal, if he can control himself... I'll fuck him. That way I don't have to worry about the club coming after me for bringing him or him going out and hurting people.""Frankie... do you really think that little of yourself?""Nope. In fact quite the opposite, I think I'm awesome." She's not smiling but she's not yelling at me either so that's good. "Regina, I know you're worried and you have reason to be.""But...""If I didn't think I could handle this, I wouldn't have suggested it.""OK but what if he starts hurting you?""I'll tell Opie, he'll tell the guys, Mac will go missing.""Just like that?""Just like that.""You're playing with fire Francesca""And I'll get burned, I know.""That's not what I was going to say.""No?""No. I was going to say... and I don't want you to get engulfed in the flames just to keep me warm. I'm not an idiot Frankie, I know all this is for me. Do you think I'd be able to forgive myself, to live with myself if you got hurt trying to help me? I mean hell, you already did! I don't want to lose my best friend because you've labeled yourself a human shield."Opie calls it my 'martyr complex'. Not a savior or hero complex because it's much more than wanting to save people. It's almost a compulsive need to allow myself to be hurt in the place of those I care about, to take on the pain I know (or think I know) they wouldn't be able to live through. I'm a strong person and while some of the shit the club does is shady as fuck, my brother and me were raised to care about people. I have no idea why I go to such extremes to keep my family, and Regina is family, safe but it's always made my brother nervous. Afraid I'm gonna get myself killed protecting them... what a way to go though."I swear to you Regina, if this shit with Mac gets out of hand I'll deal with it. You've seen me in the ring, you know I can kick his ass.""Would you believe me if I said I'm more worried about you falling for him?""I would but I'd want to know why THAT is what you're afraid of. You know me Reg.""Yeah, which is why I'm worried! I love ya Frank but you're garbage at picking men.""I mean... you're not wrong. I really do go more off looks than personality.""You think MAC is hot?""Long as he keeps mouth shut.""Oh my god... let's get to Charming, I think you need to get your head checked out."I'm not gonna argue with her because she's probably right. I fucked Juice the first time because I thought he was hot, fucked him after because he's better in bed than you'd expect. I fucked Jax the first time for the same reason... didn't expect to fall in love with him or for him to turn around and cheat on me but that's just my luck. Who knows, maybe Mac will get clean and show a different side of himself... the side he's hinted at whenever he strokes my cheek instead of putting his fist through it. Who am I kidding? I'd have better luck getting the guys to stop swearing."Mac, we're going.""Bout damn time. Thought you two were fucking in the bathroom.""Regina's straight." I shrug."You ain't?""Frankie's bi." Reggie smirks, enjoying that she knows more than him... I mean duh she's known me for 6 years and Mac's known me for what? 3 days. "Ya know Frank... you could just swear off men. I've got some nice friends in the bay area that I could-""Fuck that shit! I ain't thrilled about sharin ya with guys, no way in hell am I gonna share ya with bitches too.""It's cute you think that's your choice." I scoff, getting in the car and starting up the engine. Mac slams his door like a child not getting his way. "Hey Mac, stolen car or not. Don't slam my fucking door."He mutters under his breath again and I gotta admit I'm a little shocked. Most guys jump at the idea of me with other women, thinking they'll get a free show or a threesome out of the deal. Mac though... maybe he's realizing that his competition has literally doubled. Can't decide if I'm excited to see how this plays out or terrified... guess I'll find out.
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15 minutes, that's how close we are to Charming when I look in the rear-view mirror and see Mac rubbing that shit on his gums. Well fuck... him meeting the guys sober, well not sober but not right after a hit, has just flown out the damn window. Which gives me an idea."Hey Mac. Can I get some of that?""Frankie!""Fuck yeah ya can." He smirked, ignoring the devastation on Reggie's face. "Made it myself.""Great. Thanks."We're on a stretch of road that has a rock face on one side and a straight drop on the other, a guard rail doing it's very best to keep people from crashing over. We happen to be on the side closest to the 'little guard rail that could' with all the windows rolled down, so I go ahead and fling the tin as hard as I can and say bye-bye to that bullshit. Regina's grinning like the goddamn Cheshire Cat but it quickly morphs into panic when Mac loses his mind and starts punching me in the head. Apparently me driving and being in charge of keeping us alive has also gone out the window with his shit."YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! THAT WAS THE LAST OF MY SHIT!""GET OFF HER!""REG! PURSE!"She's a little confused by my order but I'm trying not to drive us off a cliff and guard my head from the crazy man still throwing punches in this tiny ass Toyota. I know she's found the right thing when I hear a ZAP and he flies backwards."Thanks." I'm panting and so is she but we're alive. "Where'd you tase him?""Neck.""That's my girl." There's a viewpoint up ahead and I turn in as soon as I can, put the car in park and step out. "Reg did you see the other thing in my purse?""You mean these?" she's holding up the cuffs and I take a deep breath and nod. "You ok?""I will be in a second." Mac's not knocked out but he's in enough pain that he doesn't realize what I'm doing until he's already cuffed to the door. "You really are a stupid motherfucker. Do you not realize that I could have driven off the goddamn road? Are you trying to get us all killed?"He's finally coherent enough to start yanking on the cuffs but when he swings at me with his free hand I easily duck, he better knock that shit off before I knock him out."Only you! You fucking cunt! That was my fucking meth and you had no-""Right? Is that what you were going to say? I have no right?""Well... yeah.""WRONG! I HAVE EVERY RIGHT! You are only here because I needed your help but seeing as how Charming is around the next goddamn bend, that's not really necessary anymore. You're a fucking monster when you use Mac, you told me the only reason that night with Reg happened was because your buddy spiked your drink. No way in hell am I letting you around my fucking family high!""You're not my fucking mom!""Thank fuck!" He's still nuclear level pissed and I need to calm myself down before I haul off and beat his face in. My knuckles are already slipped over the right hand but as angry as he makes me, I'm not trying to end today with a body to deal with. "Listen Mac you only have two options here. You either knock off this shit and we stick with the original plan or I leave your ass on the side of the fucking road. What's it gonna be?""You leave me here and I'll go straight to the Mayans!"OK so today is his turn to make stupid comments and the flash of anger through my eyes has him trying to move away but I've had enough of his bullshit to last a lifetime. One good punch and he's out cold... oh well I'll deal with him when we get to my place, assuming Juice hasn't trashed it. I don't live in Charming, not after last year, but I keep a house for visiting my family. I told Juice he could crash while I was away as long as he doesn't turn it into a shit-hole but it's Juice so who knows."You good?""I guess we'll find out.""Frank... your lip is bleeding again. Opie's gonna be pissed."I'm back in the driver's seat and looking at myself in the little mirror... she's not wrong. Along with some pot shots to my ribs, which fucking hurt, my lip is split, jaw is bruised and I've got a black eye. Perfect."Won't be the first time he's seen me after a fight.""No but I'm guessing this is the first time you'll have the person responsible cuffed in the back of your car.""You'd be surprised.""Jesus Frankie... you have so many stories to tell me.""Only the ones I can.""Fair enough."*It's around 1 when we roll into town, which means Donna is at work and the kids are at school. I really don't want to bring Mac to the clubhouse but he's still cuffed and I added a blindfold while he was out. He came to about 5 minutes ago and I warned him to keep it on or I'd carve his eyes out... I promise me threatening bodily harm to people isn't my normal, not really, but Mac seems to only understand me when I do. Regina thinks it's funny as shit but she hasn't dared laugh, not wanting him to react poorly again."OK... Reg, you come with me.""What about me?""You can take the blindfold off but you're staying in the goddamn car.""Why the fuck does she get to go?!""Because they know her and no way in hell am I leaving her out here with you!""Come on Frankie, don't leave me in here.""I'll roll down the windows but you're staying put.""I'll scream.""Like a little bitch? Go for it. Nobody here will help you out.""Fuckin cunt.""Let's go Reg."I have no desire to argue with him about this. He's cuffed to the door for a reason and since I don't know how long that shit stays in his system, I can't afford to bring him inside. Clay would string me up by my intestines if he thought I was bringing in a Mayan spy. Regina glances in the back before getting out first, waiting by the front of the car while I open the back door to talk to Mac for just a second."Mac... things are different now. You took the deal, same as me. We can either do our best to get along or we can try to kill each other. Which do you want because I need to know before I walk in there and ask for a fucking favor.""I'm still pissed about my shit.""I know.""Can I score more?""Not in Charming and not if you're gonna live in my house. You want to do that stuff, it's your life, but you'll be moving down to LA alone.""I've been using too long Frankie. No way can I go cold turkey.""I said what I said Mac. What's it gonna be?"He reaches forward with his free hand and I'm not sure if he's going to punch me or what. Instead of violence, he pulls me forward and kisses me... guess I've got my answer."I'll stay put.""I'll be right back."None of the guys are outside but by the number of bikes parked I know most of them are here. They must be in church right now, Opie told me they'd been dealing with some AFT bitch... guess nothing much has changed. Regina's arm is linked in mine as we walk inside, Half-Sack is behind the bar and while I was a little worried he wouldn't recognize me, the way his face lights up tells me I've got nothing to worry about. I may not come around the club much after the shit with Jax,but I still see most of them as often as I can."Holy shit Frankie!""Hey Kip!" He runs around the bar and lifts me off my feet. He's a prospect but he's one of the few I genuinely like, the others just rub me the wrong way. "This is my friend Reggie.""Nice to meet you." He's got a sweet smile on his face and Regina blushes a soft pink."Yeah... you too."Hmm... interesting. Maybe my Reggie isn't as ready to swear off men as I would hope. I will not meddle but I will be keeping a close eye on the two of them. Need to make sure he doesn't hurt my best friend, especially if he wants to patch in."Frank, what the fuck happened to your face?""You think that's bullshit? Check this." I turn and pull my shirt down so he can see the still healing stab wound and bite mark on my neck, moving back to the front and pointing to my thigh. "It's been an interesting week Sack.""Opie's gonna freak the fuck out Frankie.""I'm very aware... sorta why we're here. The guys in church?""Yeah.""Jax?""You don't gotta worry about that Frankie.""Why? He dead?""No. Him and Tara went to the coast for the week.""Great..."I won't talk shit about Jax. Not in the clubhouse and not to a prospect, some people know what happened between us, but Opie and my dad are the only ones that have heard me bitch about him. Even then it only happened once, it's why Regina knows more about my feelings on the subject of Jax Teller than anyone. She's not affiliated with the club in anyway and I don't have to worry about fucking shit up for the club with her. Literally the only reason I've kept my mouth shut, maybe if my brother and dad weren't members I wouldn't care but they are so..."Frankie, the fuck happened?""Nothing you need to worry about. Something needed dealt with so I handled it but uh... if you want to help a couple of ladies out...""Anything.""2 whiskeys, neat.""Coming right up."He goes back behind the bar and Reggie leans in to whisper in my ear 'he's kinda cute'. I'm not gonna tell her one way or the other what to do with her love life but I do want her to see a shrink before she gets into anything serious."We can talk about that later.""Promise?""Always."The three of us are just shooting the breeze when the door to the chapel flings open and my big brother stops cold. His eyes have grown two sizes and before I can warn him about my injuries, he's got me scooped up in a bear hug. His beard tickles my neck but I'm not about to push him away, he only gets like this when he's been worried sick. Considering I've had no service for over a week and my phone was smashed by Mac's stupid ass, it's been too long since I last checked in."Frankie, holy fuck.""I'm OK Ope.""The fuck's going on?.. Frank?"Opie doesn't put me down yet but he turns so the guys can see me, I give a tiny wave and a laugh goes around the room. Goddamn have I seriously underestimated how much I missed this, missed them."Guess we don't gotta go to Utah after all." Opie finally puts me down so I can go hug the guys, Tig first since he basically just told me what the meeting was about. "Good to see you honey.""You too Tig.""Wait a minute." He grabs my hand and pulls me back in front of him, lightly brushing the bruise on my jaw. "What idiot marked up our favorite girl?""Not important.""It kinda is Frankie.""I'm ok dad." I promise, hugging my old man now that Tig has let go of my face. "But uh... I do need to talk to you guys. Clay? You got a minute?""For you baby girl? I have two."Clay's been like a second dad to me, even if he's more comfortable using me to get information than my actual father. He's never let me down and has kept me safe and out of prison more than once, it's why I came here... if anyone's going to help it'll be him."Regina, come on.""Chibs, Tig, Ope... you guys come with us.""Dad?""I'm gonna stay out here honey."I get it. He's not in the best health and to be honest, I don't want him to hear what happened. Hell, I don't want Opie to hear this but no way is he going to let me go anywhere until he finds out the truth. We're not allowed in the chapel but Clay's got an office so we go inside and I let Reggie take the chair as I'm too keyed up to sit still."Talk ta me Frank.""We need your help... I need your help.""The hell happened Frankie?"Opie looks like he wants to crawl out of his skin, his hand on Regina's shoulder, and I'm so happy she doesn't look frightened. She knows my brother and his wife Donna, they adore her, but he's not blind... he can see the marks on us both."Reg... I gotta.""I know. It's ok."All eyes are on me and while I'm going to have to leave Mac's involvement out of some of this shit, I can tell them a condensed version. Chibs, gods bless him, hands me a lit cigarette and his expression is warning the guys to give me a second."So uh... fuck... where do I start?""Why don't you start with why I haven't been able to get a hold of you for a week. A week Frankie, you don't go longer than an hour to respond after a call or text.""He's right darlin. We just had a meeting about sending some guys to go look for you.""To be honest Clay that was almost necessary." I had put my phone in my pocket out of habit and tossed it on the desk with a shrug. "That's why Opie..."I'm struggling to breathe right now, the weight of everything that's happened finally catching up to me. I mean fuck, I killed a man! He had it coming for sure but I didn't even think twice about it. I've been driving a stolen car across state lines with an active meth abuser who has violent tendencies... how the fuck am I still alive when my decision making skills are clearly questionable?"Go ahead lass." Chibs encourages softly, Christ do I adore that man. I got stuck in my own head but instead of making me feel like an idiot, it's just a gentle prod... guess I have more father figures than I realized."7 years ago something happened to Regina in Caineville. She was attacked by some junkies and was in a bad car accident. We met a year later and uh she had this brother, Devon... I've told you about him Ope.""Yeah and that you didn't trust a thing about him.""Turns out I was right not to. We went back to Caineville, he said it was to sell a property they'd inherited and ride dirt bikes... don't say shit Tig I know they're pussy bikes." He smirks as if I've read his mind but this is where the easy information stops. "I went to support Reg and uh..."I can't do it. I can't get it out and the tears I've been holding at bay have spilled over. The guys can probably count on one hand the amount of times they've seen me cry, so this tells them whatever happened was pretty fucking traumatic. I try to catch my breath but when Regina sees it's not gonna happen any time soon, she takes over."She saved my life." She said quietly. "It was a trap my brother set. He killed our friends, kidnapped me, tied me to a bed and was planning... he...""He was going to keep his sister as a sex slave." I can get my shit together enough so she doesn't have to say it and her eyes show the relief for that small kindness."Jesus fuck.""Yeah, my thoughts exactly Tig... I overheard him talking to another person, heard his plan and knew I had to kill him. I would've right then but I was caught, knocked out, bound and gagged, stabbed and assaulted."Opie lets go of Regina's shoulder but it's only so he can grab the back of the chair so hard his knuckles are white. I figure I've come this far so I pull down my shirt and turn so they can see my shoulder and then back so they can see my thigh."Who are we killing Francesca?""Devon's dead Clay. He had a... friend, name's Mac; sick of Dev's shit. I'm not gonna bullshit you, he's a violent man but I was losing blood in the middle of fucking nowhere... we've all sold our soul to some kind of devil, Mac's mine. He helped me get Reg out, cleaned up Devon's body after I threw a buck knife into his throat, got us out of Caineville.""What was the deal?""What you'd expect. He gets us out, I get him out... but uh... he had information on the family, information I didn't know until yesterday.""What information?""The old man, the one that helped Devon and who is also that pricks father... his name's Walter Rodriguez. He's a Mayan. Not as active in the club but according to Mac, he still keeps in contact with them."Just like that all the air has been sucked out of the room. The Mayans are another group, much like SAMCRO, and they're a constant thorn in the club's side. The fact that I killed one of their member's kids puts me on the top of their hit list and all these men know it."Fucking Christ lass.""I know Chibs. I'm fucked.""No. You're not." Clay's got his business voice on, which means he's got a plan. "Frank's family and we protect our own. This Mac guy, he stickin around?""Until the heat dies down. He knows he can't pull his normal bullshit in Charming, I knocked him the fuck out right outside of town.""Mac's afraid of her." Regina smirked."Good! Our girl's always been a badass, about time people figure that shit out.""Thanks for the vote of confidence Tig." I shrug with a small smile. "Clay, I know what I've brought to your doorstep. I know what is and is not allowed in Charming and I've made it very clear that Mac either follows the rules or ends up in a pine box.""You want him to patch-in?""I mean, that's really up to you.""If you had a say in it?""Then fuck no. He'd have everyone at each other's throat! I can handle Mac but uh... Ope. Can Reg stay with you and Donna?""Why doesn't she stay with you?""We... don't get along." Reggie hedges and I know she hates skirting around the issue."Mac's a prick. He pushes people's buttons because it's fun for him. Regina's been through too much and as much as I want her with me, I want her safe first and foremost. Donna loves her and I know you'll protect her.""Frankie, I'm liking the sound of this Mac guy less and less. He the one that hit you?""I tossed his shit, he reacted. It is what it is.""I tased him in the neck." Reg smirked."Damn... looks like Frank's rubbing off on you." Tig has met Regina a few times, commented on her being too sweet for the MC life. He's not wrong."If this won't work, I'll drive down to LA and hide out there. All I really want is for Reggie to have a safe spot to land."Clay's deep in thought, he gets the same look on his face when he's trying to come up with a decision. He said I'm family but this new info about Mac is concerning, which I totally get. Opie though, he looks like he's about to leap over the desk if Clay says no, which explains why Chibs has gone over and put his hand on his shoulder. Tig comes around and puts his arm around my waist, smiling down into my eyes as if to silently say 'it'll be ok, we'll figure this shit out.'"You know the rules better than most Frank. You say you can control this guy, I trust you, but the second you lose control and we'll handle him our way. Understand?""Yes.""Good. As far as you going to LA... not a chance darlin. You're family and I'll keep telling you that until it gets through that thick skull of yours. You'll be safe here and when the Mayans want to start some shit, we'll take care of it.""Thank you Clay."He gets up from the desk and holds his arms out, I'm not gonna cry because of a hug but it's such a huge relief off my shoulders that a few tears fall on their own accord."Come on Frankie girl. Let's get ya a drink lass."Chibs is holding the door open for me and Regina and in that moment all is right in the world. We're in Charming. Clay hasn't kicked me out or told me to kill Mac. Regina will have a safe home, Opie didn't say yes or no, but I know him and he won't turn her away. A part of me can't think of a good enough reason that I've stayed away from the club this long. I take the glass from Kip with a smile and savor the amber liquid on my taste-buds, the first real breath I've taken since Caineville, when Juice comes in with a smirk."Who has the guy cuffed in their car?""Fuck."
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Mac was less than amused about my leaving him in the car for almost an hour. I explained what happened and apologized but he's like a dog with a bone when he's high and pissed. I left Regina inside with Opie but Mac refuses to keep his voice down, which has brought everyone that loves me out of the club to keep an eye on him. Whether he realizes it or not, the second he sees them, his eyes flash with genuine concern."I already apologized Mac. I'm not gonna keep saying the same shit over and over again. You were cuffed inside for a fucking reason.""Yeah because you threw out my shit!""No, because of how you reacted after I did that. Word of advice Mac... don't start beating on the person that's driving the car! You're lucky I didn't drive over the fucking ledge.""He hit her?"I'm not sure whose voice that was but from the tone, they're pissed. I glance over in time to see Regina nod and a few of the guys are cracking their knuckles, ready to beat the fuck out of Mac if I ask... hell, maybe even if I don't."I need you to shut the fuck up and listen very closely to me." He's glaring but he's not talking so I'll take it. Small victories and all that shit. "They've agreed to help us but that help only extends to you for as long as I say it does. You start back up on your bullshit and nothing I can do or say will stop them from killing you.""This is fucking bullshit Frankie.""You don't like it Mac? Leave. I'll give you the damn car and you can go wherever the fuck you want but if that's the choice you make, you don't get to come back to Charming. You will no longer have the protection of the Sons and WHEN the Mayans find you, you'll be dealing with that shit ALONE. You wanted out, you made the deal, now either grow the fuck up or get the fuck out because I'm done having this same conversation with you.""I forgot how scary she can be." Juice fake shuddered. "Doesn't have to yell or anything, she's just...""Terrifying." Mac called over my shoulder. "So I'm learnin... fine Frankie, you win.""Thank you."He reaches over to touch the bruised cheek and for just a split second I think I see regret behind his eyes but it's quickly replaced with a hard look when Clay, my father, my brother, Chibs, and Regina come over. She's already got my brass knuckles out for me (no idea when she grabbed them), passing them off when I'm in reach and I hear Kip chuckle behind me."You Mac?""Who wants to know?""For fucks sake... Mac, this is Clay. The man you REALLY don't want to piss off." Mac wants to say something smart assy, I can feel it in my bones, so I cut in before he gets himself beat to death. "That's Chibs beside my big brother Opie, and that's my dad Piney. If something happens and we need help, they're the ones you call. Them or Juice.""Who the fuck is Juice?"I whistle over to the guys and motion for my friend and sometimes fuck buddy. He's always reminded me of a golden retriever, so happy to see me and loyal to a fault. The way he smiles never fails to make my day a thousand times better and though lately we've been falling more into the friend category, it's still a relationship I cherish."What can I do for the most stunning woman in all of Charming?""Stop with that shit for one." I tease. "Juice this is Mac and uh... please tell me there's space at the house for us.""Of course. I always keep two rooms open for you, just like you asked.""So the place hasn't burned to the ground or anything?""I wouldn't do that to you Frank, you know that.""I know. Thanks babe."Mac's looking between the two of us and there's just a hint of jealousy hiding beneath the surface. I've already made it clear that I'm going to fuck who I want so guess I'll be having another conversation with him about that sooner rather than later."You going there now?""Yeah""No.""Opie?"I'm realizing now that admitting Mac was the one that hit me may have been a mistake. My brother's a smart man, hell most of the guys in the club are. If they haven't figured out that Mac's the one that knocked me out, stabbed me, and sexually assaulted me it's because they don't want to."You ever hurt my sister again and they'll be finding parts of you scattered all over the States. Got it?""Fucking hell... that shit run in your family or something?""What shit?""I've never met anyone that can threaten a person like Frankie can... til right now.""I didn't raise weak children." My dad smirks proudly. "I'm assuming the only reason you're still breathing is because my daughter's got more restraint than a damn monk."Mac doesn't answer but his face gives him away once again. Clay's been watching him closely, looking for any tells and trying to see a sliver of what I've been talking about. The violence he seems to thrive off of and I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to put it to use for the club. He may have asked me my opinion on Mac patching in, but at the end of the day Clay's gonna do whatever the hell he wants."There's a party tonight. I want you both here.""Clay... that's probably not a good idea.""Fuck that shit! I'm comin.""Fucking... Mac, shut the hell up." Juice can't help the small chuckle that escapes and neither can Chibs. It's rare they see me like this. "Clay.""Regina. Why don't you go with Opie here and he'll take you to his house. Donna will be home soon and I'll let Frankie go in just a minute.""Oh... um... Frankie?""It's ok Reg. There's no one I trust more than my brother and you know Donna... I'll be right behind you.""OK... I uh... my bags not very big, will it fit on the back of your bike?""I'll take it for you honey."My dad's got a trike so there's a little more room than on Opie's. I'm thankful they're both going because I want Regina to know that not everyone she meets is going to be a bad person. I want her to get to a place where she trusts all the Winstons, not just me, so she'll never have to worry about having to struggle to find someone to help her when she needs it. The guys currently here will make sure Mac behaves so I give her a reassuring smile and small nod."Right behind ya Reg.""OK but Mac." It's the first time she's addressed him directly and he seems surprised by it. "Keep your fucking hands off of Frankie.""Whatever you say Regina." I hate the arrogant smirk on his face so I go ahead and smack him upside the head, I see his hand twitch but being around all these very scary men seems to have him (momentarily) on a short leash. "Fuckin hit me again Frankie and I'll-""You'll what?" Chibs can be the sweetest man on the planet or the scariest motherfucker alive. There's a little in between but not much and his scars just add to the intimidation factor."Nothin.""Aye. That's what I thought. Ya good here Frankie girl? I got a errand ta run.""I'll be just fine Chibs. Love you.""Love ya back.""Frank, I'm gonna go to the house. Clean up a bit.""Alright Juice. We'll be there in a bit."Both the guys give me a kiss, Chibs on the cheek but Juice has clearly seen the fake claim Mac thinks he has on me. He cups my face gently and kisses me slow but determined and when he pulls away I can't stop the blush that crosses my cheeks. My dad and brother are just shaking their heads and Regina's eyes look like they're about to pop out of her skull. Clay must've never taken his eyes off Mac though because next thing I know, he's got him pinned against the car and Mac's got his hands up in surrender."You guys go. I'll be ok.""I hate everything about this Francesca.""I know dad."There's nothing else I can say. This is simply my life at the moment. Clay's saying something to Mac that I can't hear and don't really want to, so I say a quick goodbye to my brother before going over to see what's going on. He doesn't relax until I put my hand on his shoulder and give him a lopsided smile."Clay?""I was just making sure your friend here understands that we don't issue idle threats. Anything you've said to him and what Opie said to him will come true if he fucks up... You're not in Utah anymore asshole. You're in Charming and that woman right there is one of TWO that I would kill for. Do I make myself clear?""Yeah.""Good... Frankie, come here for a minute baby girl."I toss Mac the keys and he doesn't say anything else, just gets in the front seat and closes the door. I do feel a little bad because while he claimed to know everything about the club, I didn't really warn him about how short of a fuse they all have. Especially when it comes to me."What's up?""I told you we'd help and I'm not gonna go back on that now, but you left out some shit in there.""Such as?""I know meth mouth when I see it. Was that the shit you tossed?""Yeah.""No using in Charming.""I know. I told him.""He won't come off it easy.""I know. There's that rehab in town, if it gets bad I'll check him in.""When it gets bad, not if... I don't want you getting hurt over this, at least not any more than you already are.""I'll be ok Clay.""Frankie..." the concern that's dripping off my name takes me back a little. Clay cares about a lot of people and he's been genuinely worried about people before, but this is the first time it's been aimed at me in this caliber. "You grew up in this club. You know the shit we do and you've helped us with some of it. You've met some of the worst of the worst without even blinking an eye... when you tell me someone's violent, I fucking believe it.""That why you want us to come tonight?""Yes. I want to push him, see how he reacts and then we'll be the judge on if he can stay or not.""Clay I made a deal.""and I'm not asking you to go back on it but I can't protect a person if I don't know who I'm protecting or if they're even worth it. You and Regina... no questions asked but this guy... for me Frankie? Gemma will be there and I know she's missed you.""You just had to use the Gemma card.""Did it work?""Yes.""Party's at 6. Don't be late."*The drive to my brother's place is quieter than I expected and it's a little unnerving if I'm being honest. Mac looks like a dog that's just been kicked and while I'm not gonna say he didn't have it coming, he's in this shit just as much as I am. If he had told me to go fuck myself that night, I'd either be dead or chained to his bed and Devon would be doing god knows what to his sister. He looks over when I take a deep breath and pull over, the old auto shop hasn't been open for a few years, not after the club opened up theirs. It's not as private as I want but it'll work for right now."Mac... I'm sorry about Clay.""Why you apologizing?""Because I should've given you better warning about the guys. I mean, you say you know the Sons but it's one of those things where you don't really know until you know... you know?""Yeah.""And I gotta admit, I was really impressed you didn't swing at anyone. It wouldn't be the first time someone's gotten into a fight with the guys, hell they fight one another more than they'll admit to.""Not lookin to get myself killed Frankie. If I wanted that I would've stayed in fucking Caineville."This man beside me is a far cry from the man I met in that godforsaken hell hole and it doesn't sit well with me. A man like Mac doesn't just change over night and I'm a little concerned he's going to slit my throat when I'm sleeping."Why are you being so docile? This... this is weird.""Ain't no fuckin secret. You had a joint in your fucking purse.""You went through my shit and smoked my weed?""I may have taken a peek in Vegas." he shrugs as though it's a totally normally thing. "You told me to sit in the car and then left me in it for a fucking hour, I had my lighter and you left your purse close enough for me ta reach, I figured why the fuck not" OK, he's got a fair point but his next sentence almost makes me laugh. "I thought girls kept lipstick and shit in their purse, yours is mostly knives and drugs.""Not drugs. I have or had the joint, a pack of cigarettes, antibiotics and the oxy from the hospital... which, hand 'em over.""How did you fucking know?!""Lucky guess. Come on." He doesn't fight me when I ask for it, thank you Indica, and his smirk gives him a boyish charm you wouldn't expect from a hardened drug dealer (and user). "When I'm healed you can have whatever is left, sound good?""Yeah."Normally I wouldn't dare stare at him this long but he's looking out the window, taking in this part of town. His usual grimace is replaced with mild interest and I gotta say, if he hadn't gotten hooked on meth he could've been a fucking model. If they ever invent time machines, I'm going to go back to that day at the cave and kill the fucker that spiked his beer... and kill Devon because may as well head that shit off at the pass."SHIT!"I have apparently stared too long because next thing I know he's grabbing my hair and pulling me down. His body is draped over me in a defensive position and his mouth must be right next to my ear because his breath is making it warm, sending tingles down my spine and... bad Frankie! Clearly somethings up or he wouldn't be acting like this. I hear the engines of... two? Three? A couple bikes but I know what the guys Harley's sound like and this a different sort of rumble. When they pass Mac glances up and I wait until he let's me know it's alright."Where's your brother's house?""2 minutes away. Why?""Because those were Mayans.""Fuck... do you think Walter would call them that fast?""I don't know... I don't think so. He'd use his connections in Utah to see if we were still in the state first. We've only been gone what... three days?""2"He appears to think this over and I can't help but wonder what meth does to your sense of time. I smoke weed and have tried shrooms ONCE thanks to Tig but I don't touch any of that other shit."We should be ok for now.""Do they know what you look like?""Fuck no. You think Walter gave a fuck about me? He didn't want anyone knowing I was his kid to begin with and the feeling was fucking mutual. Only reason he ever brought up who I was, was when it was about the fucking drugs or he wanted to threaten someone. Dev was the one he always bragged about."There's a mixture of anger, hurt, and something akin to longing in his tone. He hasn't said shit about his mom or what she was like but I'm willing to bet she either died a long fucking time ago or split when he was little. The way he kowtowed to Walter told me that his father wasn't very nice to him. Knowing that his little brother was the only one he actually loved has to hurt, even if Mac will never admit it."His loss.""The fuck you mean 'his loss'? You haven't been real excited about having me on this little trip. Only reason you made that fucking deal is because you could barely fucking stand. Maybe I should've killed you that night, be better than dealing with this kumbaya, shrink bullshit you're trying to sell.""Oh fuck you Mac! If you had killed me, you'd still be Walter's fucking lap dog! Licking master's boots for mere scraps, so stop acting like I didn't do you a fucking favor!"We really are incredibly volatile together but damn if it doesn't get both our blood going. Neither of us are willing to yield but when he grabs me by the back of the neck and forces me into a rough kiss, I'm pretty close to giving him his way. I can't fuck him in the middle of the day, in the middle of a parking lot... I really don't need THAT getting back to the guys but this vicious fight for dominance that vaguely resembles a kiss is something I can do. We only break apart for the need to breathe and there's blood in both our mouths from where I bit down on his tongue... It genuinely wasn't on purpose, but I will also do it again because the way his eyes darken as he wipes his lip is much sexier than it needs to be."Fucking Christ Frankie. There you go again.""The fuck are you talking about?""Making me love you with that mean streak of yours.""I think your crazy matches my crazy better than we realized.""Maybe..." you ever been stared at in a way that's both terrifying and such a damn turn on? Me neither, at least not until this very moment. "Start the fucking car. The sooner we get this shit over with, the sooner I can get you naked.""Oh you think so?""Fucking know so."Arrogant bastard. It's not often that a guy's been able to match my energy, at least not the manic self-destructive kind, but Mac is like the meth he uses... highly addictive and bad for my health.
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The stop at my brother's house was, thankfully, uneventful... sort of. I mean I did have to tell them about the Mayans, which my dad immediately called Clay about since my phone is you know... fucked. I made sure Regina was getting settled in, promising her once again that I would be ok. She is so incredibly freaked out about my having Mac stay with me but I reminded her that Juice will also be at the house and that helped her relax a little.I know it's weird to keep this man safe especially with his past. I've killed people for doing the same shit he's done before and yet here I am protecting him. Well despite what it may seem, I do not enjoy killing people. I never get used to it, not like Mac, and it always leaves me with nightmares for months afterward. I'm not going to feel bad about it or apologize, because everyone I've put an end to has had it coming, but that still doesn't translate into 'easy'... not for me. The only reason I've got for keeping my deal with Mac is due to having it drilled into my head that you never go back on a contract, not when the other person has upheld their end... which now that I think about it, the people that taught me that don't really follow their own advice... figures.Anyway! Donna and the kids won't be home for another hour and I do not want Mac around them and neither does Opie. I've got to get new phones for me and Mac so I promise Regina I'll stop by later and since I'll be seeing my dad and brother at the party there's no reason to stretch this out. Mac has kept his distance but the way Opie keeps glaring at him tells me it's time to go."Frank don't bullshit me. You trust that guy?""No Opie, I don't but until this shit with the Mayans is fixed, he's my responsibility.""He don't gotta be honey.""Daddy you're the one that taught me never to make a deal if I don't intend on sticking to it. As big of an ass as Mac is, he's held up his end. I stabbed Devon in the neck but if he'd gotten medical attention, he could've survived that. Mac put a permanent end to him, he got us out.""He stabbed you Francesca!""Yeah Ope I know that... but how do YOU know that?""Reg. She told us everything."Well fuck. I mean I knew he'd figure it out eventually but it would be pure conjecture, having Regina come right out and tell my family what Mac did changes things. Guess I should have asked her not to say anything."I made the deal after." I hate it when my brother looks at me like I've lost my mind. I can almost hear the wheels in his head turning, thinking up ways to take away my right to make decisions. "Guys I know how fucked up this situation is but what would you have me done differently? If I hadn't bargained with Mac, you would've needed to send people to Utah to find me. Devon would've raped his sister and probably would've pumped her full of drugs to keep her docile. I would've been chained to a fucking radiator or had a bullet put between my eyes. When I tell you I couldn't see another way out, please believe me."I'm not sure what they were expecting me to say but I don't think it was that. Opie pulls me into a tight hug and I can hear his heart pounding in his chest, his fingers are running through my hair as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. Before I can take a breath my dad's taken his place, the embrace is just as tight and I'm positive they just figured out how close they were to losing me forever."You're safe now Frankie. We won't let anything happen to you or Regina.""Thank you dad." He lets me step out of his hug but my brother is still giving Mac stink eye. "Necessary evil big brother.""I know it but if you're hoping him and I will be bonding over shit-""I'm not.""Call us when you get a new phone. We'll see you at the club house later.""Alright. I love you guys.""We love you too honey."With that I give them one more hug before heading over to where Mac is waiting. Reggie decided to take a nap after her and I talked, and she fucking needs it. I think her body and mind were waiting for the moment she'd be 100% away from Mac before allowing her to fully relax. Which reminds me, I really need to find a good therapist... one that won't go to the police if they find out about me killing Devon. I'm sure Clay's got someone in his pocket, I'll call him after the phone is purchased."Ready?""Your brother looks like he wants to rip my arms off and beat me with 'em.""He does. Come on, we got some more shit to do."*There's only one place in town I go to for phones, it's the same one the club uses and they always give us the best prices... probably because we go through phones like a porn star goes through dick. I left Mac outside because according to him 'I'd rather let a dog chew on my ball sack than deal with anymore shit today.' As charming as ever."Thanks Dylan.""Anytime Frankie... I uh... I'm glad you're back. You gonna stay this time?""You know I never plan ahead."It's not necessarily untrue but I don't want him thinking he's got a chance. He's a sweet guy, typical jock in high school who could get whatever girl he wanted. Why the fuck he came back to Charming after College has always confused me."Well, if you're staying for a little bit we should grab a coffee.""Yeah I don't know Dylan. I've got so much shit going on right now...""It would just be a coffee Frankie. I'm not asking you to run off and marry me."He's trying to be cute, but I guarantee if he knew even half of the shit I've done, that he would run screaming away from me. "If I get a free second I'll think about it.""All I can ask.""Right... I uh... I gotta go. I've got a thing to get ready for.""Of course. See you later Francesca.""See ya later."There's nothing wrong with Dylan, not a goddamn thing. He looks like the youngest Jonas Brother and I don't know anyone in town that hates him, even the club members think he's a good guy, but maybe that's what has me hesitating. He's too squeaky clean, not so much as a drunk in public on his record... god what does that say about me? The fact that I would rather fuck hardened criminals over a handsome, college educated guy. Maybe I should introduce him to Regina, he's the kind of guy she needs, not someone that will constantly be in some kind of shit storm. I mean, I adore Half Sack but his being a prospect for the club has him in the shit as much as the others... oh fuck.My thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sight of Darby talking to Mac. Of all the people I've wanted to keep away from him, Darby was top of the fucking list. The guy makes and sells meth... so not exactly someone I want around Mac if I expect him to get clean."Mac, let's go.""Frankie Winston. You look good.""And you look like a shit-stained jock strap. Mac we got shit to do."I have no way of knowing if their conversation veered into drug territory but if Mac's teeth showed, it would be all the encouragement Darby would need. I mean the guy has a fucking swastika tattoo and is a raging racist, not that all the members of the Sons are the picture of innocence, but they've got a code (sort of). Darby is just... trash."She's got you by the balls does she?"Well shit, he certainly knows what to say to push Mac's buttons."She ain't got shit." Mac scoffs. "But she's not wrong. We do have some unfinished business."He's rubbing his lower lip with his thumb and it should not be this distracting. I know what he's talking about, the conversation at the rest area flooding my mind."Well then. Guess I'll let you get to it... remember what I said. You need anything...""Fuck off Darby. You know how things work in Charming, sling your shit elsewhere before I call Clay.""Always runnin to Clay and here I thought you were your own person Frankie.""Darby I got stabbed this week... TWICE, so there's not a goddamn thing you can say that's gonna get a rise out of me. Get your shit out of town, it's really that fucking easy. I mean, unless you want another one of your... 'businesses' to go up in literal smoke?"Businesses is of course in quotes because I don't count meth labs as anything more than an accident waiting to happen. I also don't come right out and tell him I'm the one that bombed his last one, he can figure that out on his own."You better watch your back little girl.""And you better watch how you fucking talk to her." Mac standing up for me is a shock but a nice one. "Come on Frankie, we ain't got all damn day."Oh that's rich. I was ready to leave... nope let it go. Mac is walking to the car and Darby's obnoxious grin is begging me to do something... oh I'll do something alright. The moment he sees me dial a number and he's off. Pussy."Yeah?""Clay, it's Frankie.""You got a new phone. Good. Your dad told me about the Mayans, get to your place and stay put until the party.""You got someone checking into it?""Yeah.""Could you have them do one more little thing.""Depends on what it is.""I ran into Darby... he was talkin to Mac.""Fuck.""Pretty much. He knows I don't want him using but I can't be every place at once Clay and you said it yourself...""He won't come off it easy... OK honey, I'll call Juice. Have him have a little talk with Darby.""Thanks Clay.""You just be careful. Last thing I need is another war.""You mean other than the one the Mayans will bring to us.""Goodbye Frank.""See you tonight."He hangs up without a goodbye but that's alright. He's got more shit to deal with other than what I've brought back from Utah with me. Once in the car I can see Mac's leg shaking but I don't know what it's from, I honestly don't know how often he hit that little tin of his and I'm not really all that familiar with come down when it's meth."You good?""You called Clay?""Yeah." He doesn't look happy but he's not calling me names so I suppose it's safe enough to explain some shit. "Mac, there are a lot of reasons Darby isn't exactly welcome in Charming. Him selling drugs is one of them, a big one.""You don't trust me?""Don't know you well enough to trust you... something you've pointed out yourself." Whenever I make a good point, he tends to stay quiet. "Listen, I just want to get through this shit in one piece. Darby has tried making deals with the Mayans before and since we're hiding from them...""He left that part out.""Did you tell him anything?""Ain't had a reason to tell him shit. He came up and started makin small talk... he brought up selling shit, you came out before I could tell him one way or the other if I was interested."I have no idea if he's being honest with me right now but Darby does have a knack for picking out users or possible future addicts. It's how he hooked Wendy, saw a weakness in her and exploited it. She was still responsible for her own fucking actions but he didn't help any."Well you haven't met Jax yet but his baby mama used while she was pregnant. Their son almost died because of it... so just, tread carefully.""I don't give a fuck about a kid that ain't mine."There's no malice in his voice, just very matter of fact, and I don't have it in me to get mad at him for it. There's zero reason for him to care about any of us but something in the way he looks at me tells me that there may be... more when it comes to me... or maybe I'm crazy. Anything is a possibility at this point."Here." He takes the phone and goes straight to the contacts, giving me a confused look when there's already numbers in it. "Just in case shit goes down.""Nah, it ain't the numbers. I expected that.""Then what's the problem?""Why the fuck you put your name in here as Francesca?""Because that's my name.""Fuck that."No idea what he changed it to but he's smiling when he looks back at me so it's either really dirty or just plain mean. "Do I want to know?""Call it."Oh so he wants to play games. Better than getting punched but I'm still shocked when I hit the call button and he shows me the screen."Baby girl?""Damn right.""O-K then... well, we got some time to kill and I know for a fact that Juice is out of the house...""Like I told that prick, we got some unfinished business.""Yes we do."**Well hot damn, Mac is a much more patient man than I gave him credit for. I warned him it could take me time to warm up but fucking Christ if he didn't enjoy every fucking second. Juice came home in time to hear me scream and if I hadn't locked the door, he would've run right on in. Mac growling at him to 'fuck off' didn't help anything, but by the time we left the room he'd figured out that the noises he heard weren't from me getting hurt. I don't know that I've ever seen Juice blush as deep as he did when Mac came out licking his fingers... asshole did that on purpose."I uh... I forgot you can hit those high notes Frank.""Guess I'll have to jog your memory." I tease, winking at him and ignoring the angry muttering coming from Mac. "Problem?""I just had you screamin my damn name and you're already lining up another guy ta fuck?""I like to keep my options open." Juice is looking between the two of us, trying to figure out just what the hell is going on and coming up empty. "Relax Juice. We're not dating, just fucking.""Opie know?""You think my brother wants to know about my sex life?" He just kinda shrugs but I'll be damned if I have him tattling to the guys. "Guess I should tell him about the night you fucked me on his bike because you mixed it up with yours.""Nononono! I will... keep my mouth shut.""Probably for the best.""Jax is gonna be pissed.""Jax can go fuck himself."It comes out more angry than I meant it and both guys are looking at me with curious expressions. Juice knows we broke up but doesn't know why or that we're not technically on good terms. Mac... I'm positive his is stemming from a control thing."Sorry I mentioned it.""Juice... I'm not mad at you." I promise. "Jax and I. He's just a touchy subject and I really don't want to bad mouth him to people, especially not his friends or the club.""You're a good woman Frankie."It's all he says but there's so much to that small sentence. There are so many stories revolving around shit going down in other clubs because a jilted girlfriend or pissed off old lady stirred the pot. Some seemingly strong clubs getting torn apart because of a fucking gash not getting her way, I may be hurt by what Jax did, but I respect the club too much to try that shit."Well hey, it's 5:45 and I promised Clay we wouldn't be late. I'm gonna get dressed and then Mac... want to come to the party with me?""Sure. Ain't got nothin else to do.""You'll love it man." Juice promises. "This is sort of a welcome home for Frank.""Clay didn't tell me that!""It wasn't in the beginning but you know how he gets with you. We were really worried about you Frankie, having you back and more or less in one piece is cause to celebrate.""Ima gonna be there?""Fuckin probably.""She says shit and I'm knocking her fucking teeth out."I throw it over my shoulder as I go back into the room but I can still hear the tail end of the conversation between Juice and Mac."Who the fuck is Ima?""Porn star. Frankie HATES her.""She hot?""Not as hot as Frank but she'll do in a pinch.""Why does Frankie hate her?""Oh... you'll see. Ima doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut and she's fucked more than one of Frankie's boyfriends... last time it happened Frank broke her fucking nose.""Well this night just got way more interesting."He has no idea.
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Going through the closets, I'm remembering why I left a lot of my wardrobe behind when I moved in with Reg. Most of the clothes I left here are from the days I was stripping, and I may need to take a trip down to Stockton to get my shit. I bet Regina would appreciate a day away from all this nonsense, maybe I'll even talk Donna into coming and make a girl's trip out of it... only one issue... what the hell will I do with Mac? Nope, worry about that later Frankie. I've got to find something to wear that isn't going to rub against my wounds... let me see..."WHERE IS SHE?!" Well that's a voice I know well and while she sounds angry as hell, I know it's not at me. I can hear Juice attempting to string a sentence together but I'm assuming he just ended up pointing because in comes Gemma without another word. "Frankie. Thank god. Come here baby girl."She holds her arms open and I know better than to keep her waiting, going over and hugging her tight. "Hey mama Gemma.""Clay told me you were home.""He tell ya what happened?" I step away after asking the question, holding up a couple of options. "Tell ya why I'm home?"'"Yes and I can't say I'm thrilled with you bringing a meth head home with you.""Gemma..." I know I keep saying that I get it and it's the truth. Everyone has a right to be upset about this and mad at Mac, but I really wish they'd stop talking to me like I'm a child. "If Clay told you what happened, you should know why that was necessary.""I do but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it. Chrissake Francesca, you're standing here in your underwear, so I can see the evidence.""I'm just trying to get dressed." I'm going to leave out the part where the only non slutty clothes I have with me are in the laundry because all the others got abandoned in Utah. "Now, how much more are you going to bitch at me?""Why?""Because I need help picking what to wear." I hold back up the only two choices that won't have me in agony and shake the hangers to get her attention. "Gemma, please? I'm just trying to keep it together at this point."I'm not gonna cry or anything but she can hear the exhaustion in my voice. She gives me one more hug before taking a step back and looking at what sorta passes for clothes. "That one. The pants will be too tight around your thigh.""Thank you.""You're welcome but you and I are going to talk about this at some point Frankie.""I'm very aware. You're not the only one that wants a shit ton more answers than I've been giving."I really dislike lying to Gemma or even giving half-truths. After my mom left and took Opie, leaving me behind for reasons only she knows, Gemma really stepped up and helped my dad out with me. I see her as more a mother than my own but... she's also incredibly hellbent on my getting back together with Jax. Which is why I'm gonna go ahead and leave out the bit about me and Mac fucking, hopefully the guys keep their mouths shut, doubtful but we'll see."Alright well, I have to go pick up Abel before the party, but I'll see you there.""Abel? Jax's son?""Yeah.""I thought they were at the beach or some shit?""They are. Left the baby with me so they could have some alo... they left him with me.""It's alright Gemma." I let out a soft laugh at it all, her walking on eggshells is funny as fuck. Considering she usually doesn't give a damn. "I'm a big girl. I can handle it."I toss my bra at her and she manages to catch it before it hits her in the face. "You're a C?""Yup.""Hmm... thought you were bigger."I can't help but laugh outright at this new conversation. Talking about my bra size to get out of the conversation about Jax. I shimmy the dress on over my head and Gemma comes over and helps me pull it down, or as down as it will go. It's loose but short as fuck."Frankie, where's the... holy shit.""Probably at the church Juice.""What?""Where you'd find a holy shit... get it?" The joke is, admittedly, terrible but I still hear Mac damn near cackle from the living room. At least someone thinks I'm funny. "What are you looking for?""Keys to your car. Clay called; said he wants to scrap it.""Ahh come on! What am I supposed to drive?""Francesca Annette Winston!""Why? Why was the full name necessary?"Gemma has perfected the irritated mom look and I put all the blame on Jax. Sure we got into some shit as kids, but it was usually always his idea... sometimes... ok it was always my ideas but he helped! She's looking at me now like I just brought home a report card of all Fs."You are not going to complain about us getting rid of a stolen car! I will take you to the dealership tomorrow and you can pick something out, but we're not going to risk you getting pulled over and busted for grand theft auto.""Yes mama.""Good. Now... I gotta go. I love you, I'll see you at the party." She gives me one last hug and a kiss before wheeling around and pointing a finger at Juice. "And you! You'd better make sure that neanderthal keeps his hands off our girl or I'll tell Opie you fucked his sister on his bike.""You told her?!""No, she saw it on the security cameras.""Damnit!"She is SO amused by this right now. Something she definitely wasn't the day after watching those tapes. Whew... that was... not a conversation I ever want to have with her again."Love you.""Love you too Gemma." She doesn't wait to be walked out, she's the Queen bitch and she knows it. Juice is left trying to figure out what he's supposed to do now, and I guess I can throw him a bone. "Juice.""Hmm?""Keys are in my purse.""Right... thanks.""No problem." He gives me one of his sweet smiles before walking over and surprising me with another kiss. "What was that for?""Just cause." He shrugs. "Lookin fine as fuck."He's biting his lip and if I don't shoo him out, I will be letting him fuck me. However, Mac seems to have spider senses or some shit because he's now standing in the doorway looking like a damn rain cloud."Damn Frankie, if ya need a second round all ya gotta do is ask me.""That's cute Mac. Why don't you go with Juice to deal with the car?""Oh, come on Frank! Don't put me on babysitting duty!""Why not? I've babysat your ass enough times."He's really trying to complain but also doesn't want to upset me. Juice really is a bigger sweetheart than people realize, and I see it when he makes some kind of decision. "You heard her. Let's go."Mac's not even a little amused but I think I know how to get him to go without too much bitching. I unwind myself from Juice's arms and go over to my newest partner in crime, my arms wrapping around his neck and running my fingers through his hair."Come on Mac. One little errand with Juice won't kill you. Pretty please?""You beggin?""Maybe..." I bite my lip in a way I've been told is distracting and I can tell I'm about to break him. "I'll make it worth your while.""Fine but I wanna hear more of that shit.""What shit?""You beggin... sounds damn good.""I'll see what I can do." I can almost feel the jealousy coming off of Juice and now I'm wondering how on earth we're going to survive this little cohabitation. "Juice, stop rolling your eyes.""How did you know?!""Go on you two. I'll meet you at the party."There's definitely some more irritated mumbling but they do eventually get out the fucking door. Will this end in disaster? Who knows but I'm excited to find out.*So I know the party started at 6 and I know Clay didn't want me to be late, but where's the fun in that? I have to call a cab anyway as they scrapped my mode of transportation... besides, the extra time allowed me to find the makeup I had hidden away. Apart from the bandages covering the stab wounds and bite mark on my neck, I look alright... all things considered. It is now... 9 and the party should be in full swing by now, guess it's time to-"Frankie!""Tig?" Guess Clay got tired of waiting. I'm gonna put on some earrings and... all done."Hey you ready or... GODDAMN!" I turn around with a smile and while it should be weird to have Tig drooling like this, it's fucking Tig and we literally do not expect better from him. "Jesus Christ Francesca, you tryin ta give your old man a heart attack?""No... but all of my clothes are either in Utah or Stockton. This is what I left behind.""So all your stripper shit?""You got it.""Can't say I'm disappointed but I brought my bike. Your pussy gonna be flashing or...""Guess we'll find out."I'm unbothered therefore Tig is unbothered, which I appreciate. I've actually worn this dress on a bike before and nothing was flashed. At least not until Jax... nope, we're not gonna relive that memory. No matter how good it is."Well come on then. Your brother's real close to beating the hell out of your newest fuck toy.""Great... as long as no one dies, I'll call it a win. I've had to deal with enough bodies this week.""Do I wanna know?""Nope.""Alright then... this way my lady, your chariot awaits."Tig is Tig but I'm honestly relieved Clay asked him to come get me. The others would either complain about my clothes or relentlessly hit on me. I think Chibs would be the only one better but there would definitely be a few questions regarding my mental state. With Tig, since there's a party involved, he just wants to get the fuck out of here and back to the action. Which is exactly what we do and 10 minutes later we're pulling up and a few of the guys are already outside waiting for me. I can tell by the way my brother rolls his eyes that he's not thrilled with my outfit choice, but fingers crossed he keeps his mouth shut.Tig helps me off the bike and I absolutely catch it when he glances down. "Trying to sneak a peek Tig?""What? No, I was... yeah. Sorry about that."No he's not. "Go inside and have fun. Thanks for coming to get me.""Anything for you darlin."The two of us walk to the doors together but that's where we part ways. From the loud music coming from inside, I'm sure all the crow eaters are out in force. Since I don't currently see Mac, I'm gonna assume he's either hitting on anything with tits or starting a fighting with someone. I would go check but Chibs pulls me into a hug and I just can't resist."Frankie girl. You're late.""In my defense, Clay did have my car scrapped.""Because it was fuckin stolen.""Keep that energy up big brother because if I can't find a replacement, I will be stealing another one.""Jesus Christ woman." Happy has always found my panache for crime a thing of beauty but he's never gotten used to my talking about it. "I forgot how fuckin feral you are or what a nice ass ya got on ya.""Hey! That's still my sister.""Yeah and your sister's got a great ass.""Wow and I thought Mac was bad." I'm teasing but by the way the mood shifts, I'm gonna assume he's not been making friends in my absence. "What'd he do?""Oh nothin... him and Juice are apparently buddies now. Both of 'em inside bragging about fuckin you." Bobby usually prefers the straightforward method, but I can tell my brother is wishing he would've toned it down for this one. "Reason Clay had Tig go pick ya up, see if you can shut them the hell up.""Why? Because Opie's uncomfortable hearing about his sister's sex life?""That ain't enough?""No brother, it's not. Know why?""Why?""Because I spent too much fucking time having to listen to you and Jax brag about your conquests. Consider this payback."A few of the guys are getting a good laugh out of this little sibling tiff, but Clay has apparently had enough of my baggage as well because when he comes out, he looks like he's about to murder someone."Thought I told you 6.""You did.""It's 9.""I know Clay. I can tell time.""Frank..." I can tell he wants to get on me but bigger fish and all that. "You're here now. Go inside and deal with idiot one and idiot two.""Alright but if you'd have sent Ima and her sluts over, this wouldn't be my problem."Of course I'm going to help but it still brings me joy to hear Chibs tell him "She's right ya know."*Inside the place is packed with all the usual suspects and to my surprise, Juice and Mac both have their laps occupied. Although it is funny as fuck when they see me and dump the girls on the floor."Frankie! We were uh...""Relax Juice. Clay sent me in to tell you to shut the fuck up.""Come on Frankie, thought you wanted us ta bond or some shit.""You couldn't think of anything else to bond over other than fucking me?""Only thing worth talkin about."I shouldn't be flattered but the way Mac is eyeing me... I wonder if there's a free bedroom in the back."Francesca Winston? Is that really you?"Goddamn it. "Ima... what an unfortunate turn of events."She saunters over and I can hear Juice say 'watch this'. My rivalry with this bitch is well known throughout the town, but no matter how many times she says, "Let's put it behind us." I always end up beating her ass for doing something stupid... mainly fucking my man."Don't you look... well, the strip club is hiring again or you could try porn. I'm sure Jax would be first in line for one of your videos.""Ima... why don't you go play in traffic?""Don't be like that Frankie..." She comes closer and seems to finally notice my bandages. She's about to say something stupid, I can FEEL it. "Oh no, what happened?""I've got a knife kink, got a little out of hand."She grimaces at my insinuation and she's stupid as hell if she buys it. Not that I give a fuck, I just don't want this cunt finding out I got stabbed. Some things don't need to be gossiped about in this town."You always were a crazy cunt. Too bad, no one likes damaged goods.""See I disagree. In my experience, scars only turn guys on more. Way better than fucking a woman who takes horse cock twice a week."It takes me a second to realize the music has either stopped or been turned way the fuck down. Considering Kip is in charge of it, I'm going to assume he stopped it so everyone could hear this little fight. Either way, everyone just heard what I said and several of the guys gagged at that little revelation."That was ONE time Francesca!""One time too many sugar. Now, why don't you run along and give one of the prospects a new STD? All the guys need their 'Ima Horror Story'."I really should've known better than to turn my back on her after that but I really was hoping for an hour of drama free fun. Regina is at Opie's house with Donna and this was my chance to relax, knowing she's safe, but oh no this bitch... she picked up a pool stick and hits me over the shoulders with it. It doesn't knock me out but it does hurt like a bitch but luckily Mac catches me before I fall on the floor."Kill this bitch." He whispers, all the encouragement I needed really.By the time Clay and the others have come back in, I'm on top of her and slamming her head into the floor. I've got clumps of her hair in my hands and her face looks like a grape and yet, not a single person stepped in until Clay."Opie, get your sister before she kills the bitch.""Damn it Frank."He's not really mad, but he still grabs me around the waist and pulls me off of her, throwing me over his shoulder when I try to go for her again. "FUCK YOU! FUCKING GASH! I'LL FUCKING RIP YOUR FUCKING PUSSY OUT!"Later I will be told by Bobby and Happy how proud Mac was. Guess seeing me beat the living hell out of a rude ass whore does it for him, but for now I'm so mad I can't think straight, and people know to give me a WIDE berth. Opie manages to get us into a spare room and throws me on the bed before going and getting the first aid kit... apparently I fucked up my knuckles beating her face in and my shoulder is bleeding again from her first (and only) hit."Sit up." I do as I'm told but only because this is my brother. Fighting always gets me in the mood and come to think of it, everyone knows this... explains why Clay told Opie to deal with me instead of Juice or Happy. "Wanna talk about it?""Nope." Whatever he's using to clean up my hand hurts like hell and I'm trying not to flinch... yeah I failed. "Not my fault she can dish it out but can't take it.""One day. You're home one day...""And?""You're exactly the same. Few of the guys were worried moving to Stockton would take the wild out of you.""What guys?""Dad.""OK but that had to be wishful thinking on his part.""It was." Our poor dad. He was really hoping for a little princess but got stuck with me instead. "He likes that you can take care of yourself though. Most of the time.""What's that supposed to mean?""Come on Frank, you know exactly what I mean. When are you gonna stop bullshitting me and tell me what happened in Utah?""I did tell you!""All of it?""I may have left out some specifics, but you don't really want to know.""I do actually.""Why?"He's finished cleaning my knuckles and is now checking on my shoulder. I know he's going to answer me but sometimes it takes a minute. He cleans the blood off my back and re-bandages it, moving to my neck and the distinct bite mark."What kind of psycho bites a person so hard it scars like this?""I got caught up with some vampires.""Francesca." I'm not going to tell him. I can't. Some things need to be left unsaid. "I want to know because... because you're my baby sister. I'm supposed to take care of you, protect you from shit like this.""This isn't on you Ope. What happened in Utah was due to Devon being fucked up in the head. Yeah, some bad shit happened and yes Mac was responsible for a lot of it, but it could've been so much worse. I know everyone wants me to go into crazy detail about it all but I'm not fucking ready, and I don't know when I will be. So for now... let me beat the hell out of mouthy porn stars and pretend my life isn't currently a waking nightmare.""I can't do that Frankie. I can't let it go and when Jax-""Please don't bring up Jackson. I know he's your friend and the VP of the club but I'm not his problem anymore.""He still cares about you.""Yeah well... wish he would've kept up that energy, then maybe he wouldn't have cheated on me. I mean, if you squint this is kinda his fault.""How?""If he hadn't cheated, I wouldn't have moved to Stockton with Reggie and wouldn't have gone to Utah.""I..." he lets out a sigh and shakes his head. "Your mind is a terrifying place little sister.""I know."He leans over and kisses the side of my head, my ever-protective big brother. "Ready to go back to the party?""Sure. I could use a shot... or 10." He helps me stand but before we leave, I give him a big hug. "I love you Ope.""Love you too Frank." Frankie's Dress:
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So apparently the whole 'getting along' thing between Juice and Mac only lasted until the next morning. Fun fact, two hungover men with an Alpha Male complex makes for a bad time. The first thing Mac did when he woke up was shoulder check Juice to get to the refrigerator. So in retaliation, Juice caught me coming out of the bathroom and kissed me damn near breathless. Lucky for him I'd just brushed my teeth. Unluckily for me, he hadn't brushed his. Needless to say they've spent the past few days trying to one up each other and I'm about to knock their fucking heads together."Clay.""Hey darlin." He's going over some paperwork but it's inside the auto shop so I'm allowed to be here. "What can I do for you?""You can tell me you've learned something about the Mayans.""Not yet Frankie.""Fuck... well, is there an extra room or something?""Depends... who's it for?""Juice... or me.""Trouble in paradise?"I know that tone. He's looking for ANY excuse to rid Charming of Mac. "Yes but not what you're thinking so stop imagining ways to kill Mac.""Caught that, did ya?""Considering everyone I know wants to gut him like a pig..." Clay isn't sorry but I can tell he feels a little bad for putting stress on me. "He's actually doing much better than I thought he would. All things considered but him and Juice... they keep trying to one up each other and I don't know how much more I can take.""What are they doin?""It always starts out small. Take this morning, Mac muttered a slur under his breath so Juice poured orange juice in his cereal when he wasn't looking. After that Mac stole his cigarettes and smoked the rest of the pack.""Oh for fucks sake."He knows where this is heading. All of the guys have some kind of addiction and nicotine is the most common. "Yep and of course this all happens before I'm out of bed so when I go to the living room, I'm suddenly grabbed and pressed against the wall.""Juice put hands on you?""Not like THAT but he definitely had a point to make. Took me a second to realize why he had his tongue down my throat but I figured it out after Mac threatened to fuck with his bike. I'm gonna cut both their dicks off if something doesn't change Clay and I know this is my own damn fault. I'm the one that brought Mac here and I'm-""Stop right there Frankie. It's not your fault those two are actin like damn animals. I'll talk to Juice but I'm afraid there's no extra rooms for any of you. We've got some new prospects takin up space for now.""Well fuck! What am I gonna do? I need out of that house, even if it's just a couple hours.""Want a job?""Depends on what it is...""Strip clubs hirin."How'd I know he was gonna suggest that? For as much as he's claimed to not want me working for the club, he sure does put me in situations that benefit them. "No. I'm not doing that again... besides, I already asked and they won't hire me after I beat the hell out of Ima. I guess they're worried I might put hands on the dancers if they piss me off.""Well you would.""Only if they had it coming!"Honestly it's a little unfair. Only reason I busted up Ima is because she hit me first. Bitch needs to learn to take a damn punch. "Want me to talk to the owner?""No, I'd rather do something that allows me to keep my clothes on. What if... what if I worked here?""Come on now Frankie." I hear the disbelief in his voice, but he fucking taught me how to work on cars, so he knows I can do it. "You know the guys won't want you workin on their bikes.""Then I won't work on the bikes. I can work in the office with Gemma; smile pretty, bat my eyelashes, flash some cleavage, and overcharge the real assholes."My offer is tempting, I can tell, and when he gives me one nod I lose all sense of calm and kiss him full on the mouth... which is what Gemma walks in on."If you want a sugar daddy, there are richer guys in town you should hit up." And thankfully doesn't beat the shit out of me. "He give you the job?""Yes!"Of course I told her about all the bullshit at the house. She was the one that suggested I talk to Clay in the first place, doing her best to assure me that it was ok to step away from it all and take a breath. Mac's been, not bonding with Opie, but my brother's stepped in to keep an eye on him when I'm busy and since they haven't killed each other yet..."Good. I could use another woman around. All that testosterone gets to be a bit much sometimes." She comes over and hands me a stack of paper, a smile on her face I don't quite trust. "Now, file these for me.""All of them?""Yep. Consider it payback for kissing my husband.""Fair enough. It ok if I go check on Opie and Mac?""No, work starts now.""Clay...""I've got eyes on 'em darlin. We're gonna all take a ride and get this Mac of yours to explain the Mayan shit. Something ain't addin up.""Such as?""Why he knows so much about them."Fuck. I sort of forgot to mention the part about him also being Walter's son. Admittedly, it was on purpose in the beginning, but I really was going to tell them after a couple days. Here we are now, almost a week later and I've still not filled them in on that part."Oh...""What?"Gemma knows what that 'oh' means. Having heard it from me since I was little and by the hand on her hip, I already know she's gonna be mad. "Out with it Francesca.""I uh... I actually know the answer to that.""Care to share with the class?""Not really.""Frankie Annette..."I hate it when he does that. Dad picked out my first name and nickname, but my mom picked out my middle name. Not that there's anything wrong with the name Annette but it's never felt right to me. I don't feel like a Francesca Annette... oh wait a minute, he's expecting an answer... shit."OK but I need you to believe me when I say that I had every intention of telling you about this. You should know that I would never deliberately keep important shit like this from you, especially with how you're helping me and Regina out. This really was just me being a forgetful bitch.""I haven't lost my temper on ya yet Frankie..."It's true. He hasn't but that doesn't mean that it's not subject to change... "Mac is also Walter's son. The guy we killed, Devon, was Mac's half-brother.""For fucks sake... Frankie!""I know! I'm sorry, I really wasn't trying to be slick. Ask Gemma, I'm not subtle enough to be slick.""She's not." She shrugged, not happy with me, but knowing me well enough to know this wasn't on purpose. "It's why she joined boxing instead of ballet.""Doesn't change shit. That was something you shoulda told me upfront... he's the son of a Mayan, how do we know he's not working with them?""Because his dad HATES him. Only kept him alive because he cooked meth for him, worked the distribution operations they had over there. I know I shouldn't blindly trust people, but I don't think Mac's here to sell us out. He didn't even know I was affiliated with SAMCRO until AFTER he stabbed me.""That... that's not better Frank.""Look, you're gonna do what you're gonna do. I know how this works, but please keep in mind that he killed his brother for me. He helped me get Regina out of there.""You wouldn't have needed his help if he hadn't stabbed you in the first place.""I was kinda hoping we could gloss over that part."Both Gemma and Clay are pinching the bridge of their noses but at the end of the day, Clay gets final say in this. If he tells me they have to get rid of Mac, there's not much I can do about it. "We're still gonna take that drive but if he can prove he ain't a snitch... I'll let him live.""Thank you Clay.""Get to work."*The day actually went by faster than I thought it would and when everyone comes back, Mac included, I'm hoping that means things are more or less settled. Guess I'll find out since Opie and Mac are coming in to talk to me, my brother starting off the conversation with a look of exasperation for his baby sister... oh goodie."Francesca... when I ask you for ALL the details-""Clearly you don't mean it." I tease, causing Mac to let out a small snort of amusement."Frankie." I'm not sure what Mac told them but he's still breathing so I'm guessing he left out the parts involving him assaulting me. "The Mayans?""Yes?""Don't play dumb sweetie, it doesn't suit you." Gemma throws over her shoulder as she walks into the clubhouse."I hate it when she does that." I say more to myself than the guys but Opie is still waiting for more of an answer than I've given thus far. "I told Clay about Mac's ties to 'em already big brother.""Yeah, a week later! This was definitely something we should've known right off the bat.""Please, you all wanted to kill Mac a week ago. I needed to make sure he wasn't going to end up with a Colombian Necktie." Mac gives me a look of appreciation or at least that's how I'm going to take it. I'm sure he's still trying to figure out how to feel about my looking out for him like this. "I didn't mean to keep this from you guys quite this long but what's done is done. Since Mac's still breathing, I'm assuming he told you guys what you wanted to know?""Yeah." Mac nods and while I hope he'll tell me what they asked, I'm not going to hold my breath. "We worked some shit out.""Great. Not sure what that means but I know better than to ask questions.""Good girl." Clay is right behind me and I about jump out of my skin when I hear his voice so close to my ear. "Easy Frank.""Jesus fuck Clay! Make some damn noise!""Follow me.""Um... Ope, we good here?""Yeah.""What about you two?"I motion between him and Mac, not expecting miracles, but hoping for an uneasy alliance at best. I could really use my brother's help when my two roommates end up beating the fuck out of one another and I am convinced that's only a matter of time."We talked.""I hit you, I lose my hands.""I coulda told ya that." I scoff."Francesca. Let's go!"He had to use the full first name. Ass. "Mac?""Give me a minute?""Sure."My smile is tight but both he and my brother are obviously wanting to go in the clubhouse, so my questions need to come to an end. I could push it, Opie doesn't actually care but with Clay right here, it's best if I let this go... for now. I can always use my feminine wiles to get information out of Mac later. I follow Clay out to the front of the garage and there's a little white Jetta sitting out front."Please tell me this is here as a parts car?""Nope.""Gemma said I'd get to pick my own.""And you will. This is just for now.""How long?""Couple weeks. The lot got raided the day you left for Utah; we're waiting for the feds to clear out so we can get back in.""Any of the cars stolen?""What'd you think?""I think askin questions can get you in trouble around here.""Smart girl." He slings his arm over my shoulder and presses a kiss to my temple when a familiar bike pulls in. Well I am still not even remotely ready to see this man and by the way I stiffen, Clay knows it. "Go on. Not much else for you to do here today.""Thanks Clay."I know Jax sees me but no way in hell do I wait around for him to come say 'hi'. We are not on the type of terms where I can fake nice. I was head over heels in love with him and he tore my heart out and stomped on it and because I'm a fucking idiot, I gave him a second opportunity to do it all over again. One Baby Mama I can deal with but Tara... man, maybe I just don't get along with women named Tara."Mac!" There's always a few guys in the clubhouse but since I'm in a hurry, I don't bother to see which ones are here this time. "MAC!""What's up Frank?""Happy... you seen Mac or my brother?""Yeah, they uh... they had some shit to talk about.""More shit?""I mean, the guy did stab you.""Yeah but we both know he's not the first man that's done that."Of all the guy's in the club, Happy is the one I can bullshit about THIS stuff specifically. The man gets smiley face tattoos done whenever he kills a person, he's not what I would describe as squeamish. Hell, he's given me pointers on how to dispose of a body so I'm sure my getting stabbed didn't surprise him. Piss him off? Absolutely but that's been everyone so far."You in a hurry?" Oh I know that tone. "I'm sure I could think of a few ways to kill some time.""I'm sure you could but Jax pulled in and-""I'll go get 'em for you.""Thanks Happy."Again, I don't talk shit about the man but a few of these guys are observant as fuck. Happy picked up on the bullshit before I did and was the one to warn me against giving Jax another chance. Said something along the lines of 'none of my business but I wouldn't.' That was the extent of it and how I wish I would've listened. Guess I'll pour myself a drink, sit at the bar, and hope my luck is even the smallest bit intact and-"Frankie?"Of course it's not."Fuck."I'm not going to look at him. He doesn't deserve my attention. I don't owe him anything. I hear his footsteps come towards me but no way in hell am I acknowledging him."Frank" Nope. "Francesca.""Fuck off Jackson."I don't give a good goddamn that he's right beside me or that... why is he touching me? His hand is resting on the back of my neck and my stupid eyes seem to not understand what betrayal is and glance over at him without my permission. His eyes are glued to the bite mark and he moves his hand to my chin and I can either turn to look at him or risk hurting myself out of sheer stubbornness. While it's tempting, I guess I should just suck it up and look at him... goddamn why is he so fucking sexy?"Clay told me you had some trouble in Utah. Didn't say it was this bad." I'm wearing a tank-top today so he gently lifts up the bandage to get a better look at the stab wound. "Why didn't you call me?""Maybe I liked it."He lets out a laugh of disbelief, that stupid perfect smile of his will not trigger a smile of my own. I'm gonna be stoned face throughout this whole thing. He can go fuck himself. It should be easy but the way his hand has moved to my thigh is making it difficult to think clearly. I know he's just looking at the other injury but it's difficult not to think about his hands on very different parts of me."I know ya like it rough sweetheart but this is taking it a little far, don't ya think?""What'd you want Jax?"A flash of disappointment shoots through his eyes but I've been down this road too many times with him. Where the fuck is Opie and Mac? I swear if Happy is taking this long on purpose..."I can't be worried about you?""You've never cared before." It's a low blow and completely false, but I'm going for whatever will put an end to this conversation. "Why would I believe you do now?""Frankie. Ya know that-""Frank... oh, hey Jax.""Ope. Who's that?""This is Mac. He's uh..." my brother has no poker face; it's why he's not allowed to play with the guys. "Friend of Frankie's.""Friend? Frankie doesn't make friends with meth heads."Mac purses his lips and glances over to me; I can't tell if Jax genuinely hurt his feelings or if he's fighting back the urge to punch him. I'm sure he knows who this is or at the very least recognizes the name, so hopefully he doesn't do anything rash... who am I kidding? This is Mac. Maybe I should step in before someone's head ends up bashed against the bar."Ignore him Mac. I do.""Be serious Frankie. You come home beat to hell with some tweaker and I'm expected to believe you're 'friends'. If he's NOT the one that did this to you, then I'm Santa.""Well you've got enough hos to fit the description.""Francesca...""I'm not doing this with you Jackson. You want answers? Talk to Opie or Clay... actually talk to Clay so he can tell you how this is going to play out. Believe it or not, this time you don't get a say in what's happening here.""Easy little sister."Notice how he didn't tell me to calm down? That's because my brother knows what happens when someone tells me that. However I'm not entirely irrational and I am well aware how thin of ice I'm currently skating on. For my brother, and only my brother, I will back out of this argument as quickly as I can."I'll see you later Opie. Mac?""I uh... I'm supposed to wait here for Juice and Tig."OK, since when does Mac choose to do something with Juice? Not just Juice but Tig too? I swear if they kill him after all, I will make it my mission to be as bitchy as possible! I think my brother can read my thoughts or more likely my face is giving everything away, because he comes over and gives me a hug."Deep breath Frankie.""I hate this Ope.""I know. We all do.""Mac, ya ready... what's the matter darlin?" All I have to do is move so Tig can see Jax and he just nods once. "Got it. Well uh, Clay told us to take your...""Friend?" Jax sneers, and if I were closer, I'd elbow him in the ribs."Yeah. Sure. Friend and show him the ropes.""We'll be home before dinner."Juice knows I'm overwhelmed and before I can answer him, he's already over and hugging me tight. A tactic he learned from Opie and I can't help but melt into him. Unfortunately I now feel like I'm going to cry and I'll be damned if I do that shit in front of all these men."Right, well."I give him a kiss on the cheek and go over to Tig and give him a quick hug. Mac is still standing, a little awkwardly might I add, next to Opie. I'm sure my brother would prefer I skip giving the man affection but Jax is still eyeing him like he wants to use him as a dart board. So I'm gonna go ahead and... my arms slip around his neck and I give him a kiss that has his arms going instinctively around me to hold me closer. He tastes like weed, which explains why he's calm at the moment, but it's WAY better than the first time he kissed me. Someone clears their throat, probably Tig, and I feel Mac's hand twitch on my back. The urge to punch someone is strong but I think the urge to ignore him and keep kissing me is stronger."Alright, enough." Poor Opie."Meet you at home? Pick up where we left off?""Oh for fucks sake."I would LOVE to say something smart to Jax but I also really want to get out of here, so I'm going to keep my mouth shut."Definitely.""Great... Tig?""Yes darlin?""I want him back in one piece!""I'll do my best.""I'll take what I can get. Big brother, I'll stop by later." He just nods and now I'm the one standing awkwardly. I hate this. "Welp."And off I go. I have no idea why the fuck Clay wants Mac shown the ropes but I really hope he isn't trying to patch him in. I meant what I said about Mac being in the club. I just don't see it working out, but I'm just a woman and my opinion doesn't mean much when it comes to their business. The white Jetta is waiting for me to drive it and maybe I'll introduce it to a billboard, a hospital stay might be a nice vacation. Fuck my life is a nightmare.
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Deep, calming breaths. That's what everyone keeps telling me to take but at this point I think it would be healthier to just stab a bitch. We have been in Charming for a month now and after the second week I realized why I have such a love/hate relationship with this place. Clay has taken Mac under his wing, which is suspicious as fuck, and I'm supposed to just... keep my mouth shut? Ha! Bitch, please. He went from wanting to tear him limb from limb to what? Oh, don't worry I'll tell you what! He bought him a motherfucking Harley! I'm not jealous that he's got a bike and I'm still stuck with the fucking Jetta, I'm not... ok maybe I am, but what I hate more than that car, is how I'm now the person being kept in the dark! FUCK! I should've taken my chances in LA. Nope. Deep breath. Deep..."Frankie, you ok?"Fuck. I got lost in thought again. Donna must've seen me start to unravel because she and Regina came up with the idea to go to Stockton and I jumped at the opportunity. We haven't been able to leave Charming, mainly because the club said so, but Donna doesn't give too much of a shit about asking for permission. For which I am eternally grateful. We've just gotten into town and I must've zoned out because both she and Reg are looking at me with deep concern."Yeah, I'm fine.""No you're not. You're pissed at Clay.""I'm pissed at lots of people Donna... Clay is just currently tied for first place.""Tied? With who?"Regina has been staying away from the clubhouse, taking everyone's advice and sticking close to Donna. So she's not up to speed on some of the shit that's been going on and while I can't tell her everything, I can tell her this."Oh you know. Jax, Mac, Jax... did I mention Jax?" she's trying not to laugh and it makes me smile in return. Man, I really needed this. "It's just... I hate being shut out. I'm the one who came up with the plan to take refuge in Charming and now no one is telling me anything. I have no updates on anything, oh except that Clay has apparently made an exception on the whole 'no meth in Charming thing' because I caught Mac using the other day.""What the fuck? I thought you said he's violent on meth?""I did! He is! This is one of the stupidest plans Clay's ever had! I've suggested taking him to fucking rehab but he doesn't want to and Clay doesn't want him detoxing around me. I've been trying to combat their stupidity by keeping him supplied with weed and attempting to hide the other shit.""Is that working?""Not well but it's the only idea I've got right now. He's not bad when he's on Indica, Opie's said he notices the difference, but now on top of all of this I've got the boy scout from hell up my ass and-""Who?""I know this one!" Donna smirks, having heard me complain about the man several times. "Hale. He's the deputy and from what Opie's told me, has taken quite the liking to our Frankie.""Oh really? Frankie with a cop?""No." I hate it when Donna jokes like this but it is a little funny that Regina thinks she's being serious. "I'm not hooking up with a cop. He thinks he can get information out of me, but thankfully I wasn't actually around too much last year, so he's wasting his time.""AFT shit?""Yup. I've been able to answer all his questions honestly.""Which is a first for her.""Donna." I turn in my seat to look at my sister-in-law but she looks so pleased with herself that I just stick my tongue out at her. She's lucky I love her. "You're a bitch.""I know. It's why you love me.""Yeah, yeah... Reg, anyone in town caught your eye yet?""Using me to change the subject?""Absolutely."Regina has been needing easy and this is about as easy as things get when you're connected to SAMCRO. Still, it's enough and she's smiled more today than I've seen in the past several weeks. She's gone to completely ignoring Mac, refusing to even mention his name, and she started seeing a new therapist in town. Things aren't perfect but she doesn't jump at shadows quite as much as she used to. Plus, since my injuries have healed, there's not the constant reminder of what Mac did. A saving grace for EVERYONE."Well..." she leans forward, her face in between the two front seats, and I'm pretty sure I know who she's gonna say. Mainly because I may or may not have pushed her in his general direction, but I know a good match when I see one... just not when it comes to guys for myself. "Dylan from the phone store asked me out for coffee yesterday.""And??""I told him I'd think about it.""What's to think about?""A lot! I haven't had a real boyfriend in way too long and I know nothing about him. I don't know if he's a good guy or just a guy pretending to be good."Now I understand where the hesitation is coming from. Devon had played the good brother for far too long. It's twisted her ability to be able to trust anything, which is to be expected. I'm not going to sway her one way or the other but I do want to alleviate some of her concerns."I get it Reg. After all the shit... it's difficult to know who to trust but I know Dylan. I went to school with him and what you see is what you get.""How can you be sure?""Because I've had him tailed.""What?""When?"Donna shouldn't be so surprised by this. I am her sister-in-law and Opie is not shy about sharing stories about his crazy sister. Kind of fun that I can still pull off shocking shit though, makes me feel a little better about life at the moment."Doesn't matter but what does matter is that he's clean. All of his relationships have ended amicably and usually because of a move or shit just ran its course. He's never put hands on anyone and I'm not even sure the man can throw a punch.""Explains why you've never gone for him."Donna's teasing but Regina looks legitimately pissed. "Donna!""What?""Frankie may be a little rough around the edges, but that doesn't mean-""Reg. She's teasing."Regina looks over at her and the expression she's wearing is amused with a hint of apology. I wonder if Donna is just now seeing how protective Reg is of me, especially since I'm usually the crazy protective one."Oh... sorry Donna.""Don't be. I'm glad Frank's got someone to watch her back.""Well, now that Reg doesn't want to throw hands... our place is just around the corner.""You guys excited to get your stuff?""So much so. I've been borrowing Gemma's clothes and yesterday Clay grabbed my ass thinking I was his old lady. You should've seen the look on his face when I turned around and asked him what the fuck he was doing.""You tell Gemma?""Didn't have to. She was behind him and started laughing so hard I thought she was gonna piss herself.""How'd he mix you up? You've got blonde hair and look nothing like her.""I was leaning over the counter and he's in a habit of grabbing her ass whenever he walks in the office. All he saw was the booty.""OK but still.""I'm not saying it wasn't on purpose but I am saying it was funny as shit.""Fair enough."Donna has chosen to keep herself distanced from the guys, other than Jax (much to my dismay), so she doesn't have the same relationship with them that I do. I can see she's bothered by what Clay did but won't say anything since I genuinely don't care. Besides we're almost to the house and... what the fuck."Donna, Reg. Stay here.""But Frankie!""Stay. Put."The door is kicked in and I can see broken glass as I go up the path. I put my knuckles on before I left the car and Gemma insists I keep a gun on me, so I'm more than ready for whoever is fucking with our shit. Clearing buildings isn't my forte but I'm not sticking my head around corners to get blown off either. Slow and steady as I search through our home and all is clear until I get to my room. I know a threat when I see one and the person that did this wants me to know exactly what this is about. Not that I'm shocked but since I know the house is empty, time to call this in."Mac?""I ain't got time for this baby girl.""Well you'd better make some fucking time!"I can hear voices on the other end and I'm assuming I'm on speaker... which I hate but whatever. As long as they take me seriously, that's really all that matters."What's goin on?""Let's just say you need to get down to Stockton.""We're busy Frankie."I don't know who that was but everyone is talking at the same time and I'm so not in the mood for all this. "How about you all shut the fuck up and register the urgency in my fucking voice! This isn't a goddamn booty call! The Mayans hit our house and I need someone to come down here right the fuck now because I don't know if they're still around or not!"Well that had the desired effect and Clay is the next person I hear. "We'll be right down. Got your gun?""Yeah.""Get the girls somewhere safe and stay put. I'll call you when we get there.""Great."I thought Mac would hang up but he must've waited until the guys went outside because the next time he speaks, I'm off speaker and he sounds concerned as fuck... which is still not something I'm used to hearing from him."You safe?""No Mac. I'm not. The Mayans have clearly been called and they know where we lived! I guarenfuckingtee they know exactly who I am and now... I don't think Charming is safe anymore.""We'll fix this.""MAC! LET'S GO!""I'll be there soon.""Alright."*It takes them about 30 minutes to get to us but of course no one calls me. All I know is that one minute we're barricaded in Regina's room and the next Donna's saying she hears something. Considering I had no way of knowing who it was, I wasn't going to just assume it was them. So I may have grabbed the first arm I saw, slammed them into the wall and pointed my gun at their head before realizing it was Bobby. Which makes sense as he is in the worst shape out of the guys. Anyone else would've fought back much quicker."Easy honey!""Bobby?!"The guys come around and Clay just shakes his head at the sight of my holding Bobby at gunpoint. Jax actually laughs at the situation and if I wasn't so freaked out, I might be able to see the hilarity in it."I know he owes ya some money, but is this really necessary?""Oh go play in traffic Jackson! How was I supposed to know it was you? Clay said he'd call me first!""I also told you to get somewhere safe.""We locked ourselves in Regina's room.""You know damn well I meant get out of the house.""Well you didn't specify."It's not that he loves my backtalk but he does find it funny, which is why he lets me get away with it. If it was anyone else, they'd be in deep shit for... all of this. "Fine but why hers? Doesn't yours have all the weapons?""Because mine..." I grab Clay's arm and drag him down the hall. Point inside the door and show the carnage that is my room. "Is a fucking crime scene!""Woah."Woah is right. My room is TRASHED and someone spray painted 'SAMCRO WHORE' on my wall. The only reason I know for sure this is the Mayans is because of the little love note they left me."Walter says hola?""Yeah." Clay pulls the knife out of my pillow and holds it up, noting the distinct blood stain on the blade. "I threw that into Devon's throat and I'm assuming Mac used it to gut him afterward.""Someone go get Mac.""On it.""Shit. Donna and Reg." I completely forgot to let them know the coast is clear, and I'm sure Donna's getting ready to fight for her life. Let me knock on the door and "It's alright. It's our guys.""Is Opie there?""Yeah, he's comin in now."My sister-in-law gives me a quick hug before making a beeline for her husband, but Reggie is shaking uncontrollably. This must be bringing back all the ugly and I'm gonna let the guys do whatever the fuck they're gonna do so I can stay with her."I was so worried.""It's alright. We'll be alright.""Is this because of-""Yeah sweetie but it'll be fine. We weren't here and they don't know we're in Charming."I can see Jax from over her shoulder and the look he just gave me, he knows I'm lying to her, but what the fuck else am I gonna do? She's already a wreck, she doesn't need to know that these assholes not only know we're in Charming but also what I look like and who I'm connected to."Frankie, can I talk-""Frankie!?" Mac comes around the corner and while Reggie tenses at the sight of him, she seems to relax a little when I whisper promises to her. I tell her I'm fine and suggest she go stay by Donna and Opie, a suggestion she takes easily. Mac completely ignores her and Jax, and steps in front of me, his hands coming to rest on my arms. "The fuck happened?! Are you OK?""You know what happened. We both saw this coming.""They still here?""No.""Mac, come 'ere."He is definitely not used to doing what people tell him but that defiant streak seems to think better of it. At least I'm assuming so as he only complains a little bit about the interruption, which is honestly really funny. He says he won't change but it's been a month and he's already quite a bit different than he was in Utah."I'll be right back.""I'm fine. Go. Clay's patience is pretty much nonexistent.""So I'm learning.""MAC! NOW!""Yeah, yeah."I watch him leave but Jax just has to step in my line of sight. Why can't he just leave me the fuck alone? I realize this is serious but I still haven't forgiven him and these little talks he keeps trying to have with me are getting annoying."Wanna tell me what happened?""You already know.""Not in Utah. Today.""Look around Jax. We pulled up and I saw the door kicked in. Told Donna and Reg to stay in the car while I came inside and checked things out. When I saw the literal writing on the wall, I knew what this was about, even before I saw the other note.""You shouldn't have come in at all.""No? Then what would you have suggested Jackson?""Ya shoulda called us right away.""Break-ins aren't really something I worry too much about.""Mayans are though.""Yes, which is why I was careful. I had my gun and my knuckles." I hold my hand up so he can see them. "We both know I can handle myself... at least when it comes to kicking someone's ass.""Is there a situation you can't handle yourself in?""Yeah... every one I find myself in with you.""Frankie""Just... I get that this is necessary until everything comes to an end, one way or the other, but can you do me a favor?" he looks so earnest but doesn't give a nod or anything, so guess I should just get this over with. "can we keep these talks to a minimum? There are easier ways to rip my heart out.""Francesca.""Frankie!" Thank you big brother. "Come on. I'm gonna take you guys home.""What about our stuff?""I called Juice, he's bringing a moving van. If anything can be salvaged, it'll be brought back.""Your bike?""I'm gonna ride behind ya.""Alright. I'll be right out." I don't want to leave without letting Mac and Clay know but I have to pass Jax and he's got that look on his face that says he wants to hash this out. "Jax... I need to tell Clay I'm going.""I can tell him.""I've got it. Excuse me."OK, if he doesn't move I'm gonna stomp on his foot. Oh shit, he's reaching out to... and his hand is cupping my cheek. Why?! He made his choice. Why does he always have to complicate things?"I'm not gonna stop worryin about ya babe. I know things are shitty between us right now, but I still care about you.""Please Jax."Despite doing my very best to keep up this 'bad bitch energy' Jackson just has a way of making me pull down my defenses. It's why I've done my very best to keep our interactions to a minimum and on the snarky side of things. This... I can't do this and push past him so I can get the fuck out of here."You good?""Yeah, Clay. I'm fine... Opie's gonna follow us back to Charming.""Good. I want you to stay at the clubhouse tonight.""What about Reggie?""They didn't put a knife in her pillow darlin.""Point taken... Mac, when you get back there's something I want to talk to you about.""Yeah, alright."And with that... I'm out. There's nothing I can do here but be bait and I'm too fucking tired for that shit. So I meet my brother outside and off we go back to Charming.**FUCK! We JUST got into Charming. I'm talking seconds ago, so explain to me why I heard a loud 'pop' and now smell smoke? Thank fuck the garage is just ahead. Donna's giving me some major side eye but I didn't pop the damn tire on purpose."We gonna stop?""Yeah, in a second. Garage is the next... there it is."In we pull and once the car is off and in park, I go ahead and check out the damage. My ever-helpful big brother parks next to us, comes over and just stares at the tire or what's left of it..."I think it's flat."Donna lets out an annoyed laugh and walks away with her head shaking. Reggie is trying not to laugh and I must have an expression of pure murder on my face because he, very quickly, puts his hands up."Ya don't say?" Don't freak out Frankie. Don't freak out. Yes today was bad but it could be worse. It'll all be- "FUCK!""Frank?""FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT! FUCK THIS FUCKING CAR! FUCK THE FUCKING MAYANS! FUCK THAT FUCKING DEAD FUCK! FUCK WALTER AND HIS STUPID FUCKING MUSTACHE! FUCK JAX! FUCK MAC! FUCK MY FUCKING BAD FUCKING LUCK! FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!"I am screaming at the top of my lungs and anyone that was in the clubhouse or garage is now outside watching me lose my mind. I'm kicking the wheel and my brother has taken a very big step backwards. It's not until Chibs comes up and pulls me into a hug that I stop freaking out."Easy lass. I've got ya."He's holding me so close and has us angled so nobody can see me crying. He's running his fingers through my hair and I vaguely register my brother coming to stand beside me... and then Gemma's voice yelling at the nosy pricks watching me."This isn't a free fucking show! Get back to work before I call Clay!""It'll be alright lass. We're here for ya, ya know we won't let anythin happen ta ya."Of course I know that but my brain doesn't want to think logically right now. It wanted to have a major freak out after maintaining for so long. I mean in one short month the worst of the worst has happened. I suppose it was just a matter of time before I lost my ever-loving shit. So while I love and appreciate Chibs holding me while I fall to pieces, it's time to pull my big-girl panties back on and deal with shit like an adult. I take a deep breath and take a small step back, not enough to actually leave the safety of a Chibs hug, but enough so he knows I'm ok. Of course now I notice my brother, Donna, Reggie, and Gemma around me and let the awkwardness hit."Wow! Good thing I didn't freak out or anything."I'm trying to laugh this off and none of them want me to. "Sweetie.""Gemma. It's fine. I'm fine.""It's ok if you're not though.""I know but I need to be. I've got too much at stake to lose my shit now.""Francesca.""Thank you Chibs." I don't like cutting him off but it's time to move past this little incident. "I don't know what I'd do without you.""I love ya lass. Always here if ya need me.""I love you too... Ope?""Ya good?""You gonna let me say yes?""If that's what ya need.""It is.""Then I will."I just nod, not needing to say anything else. Donna will follow his lead and though Reggie looks like she wants to throw me over her shoulder and escape to Antarctica with me, I know she understands why I need to do things like this. So we'll all just take a deep breath and-"Let's fix this fucking wheel."
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Well, after my freak out I had made the decision to be at peace with whatever Clay did or didn't tell me... but it's me so that decision didn't last very long. I'm not pestering him about shit but we had a conversation where I laid out everything. It was the ONLY time I'd been allowed in the chapel and if I'm being real, I wasn't thrilled that he'd turned it into a legit meeting. Still, he was willing to hear me out and this was me talking and them listening, Jackson included. Despite my not being overly happy about the meeting aspect, I wasn't actually surprised by it, no the thing that surprised me was Mac being allowed in. They came back from Stockton late but Gemma had told Clay about my breakdown and the next day he'd asked me about it. No reason to lie but I gave stipulations to my talking about shit, hence church.In the meeting, Clay gave me the floor after explaining why I was being allowed inside and none of the guys had any arguments against it. Well here... just:"Thanks Clay. Uh... I know this isn't how things are done. I'm not a member and I need you all to know how much I appreciate you hearing me out on this. Especially with the shit I brought to Charming with me.""Only thing ya brought with ya that we're no thrilled about is Mac.""Thanks a lot Chibs."His scoff wasn't as angry as it usually is but I let that go. Chibs is a difficult person to be mad at, especially when it's clear he's teasing... although I'm still not sure when they got to that point. Last I knew, Chibs was still threatening to cut his hands off for stabbing me but I digress."Will you two cut it out? Go ahead Frankie.""Thanks Bobby. So, I've heard some rumors about the relationship between SAMCRO and The Mayans. Before you ask, its been shit Hale's said to me. He's still so sure that I know shit I don't and mentioned a possible alliance between you and them?" Clay didn't answer but he wasn't thrilled so I quickly changed tactics. "I'm not asking. I don't wanna know. My only worry is: how badly did I fuck up with the shit that happened in Utah?""Nothin's fucked up darlin. I'll talk to Unser, get Hale off your back. You don't need that shit from him.""I appreciate that."So here I started fiddling with the rings on my hand and my dad picked up on it immediately. I've always fucked with my hands when I'm extremely anxious. Part of the reason I box is because it takes that nervous energy and turns it into something I can use. I'm not sure if he nudged my brother or what but Opie came to the rescue and I was able to refocus."Frankie.""Hmm?""Take a breath. We've got your back."So, I took his advice and kept my eyes on him and my father so I could actually get the next words out. "I've asked the club for too much already but I need more. Not more protection or money or anything like that but I... I've been getting shut out and while I'm sure its been to protect my sanity, it's doing the opposite. I'm having nightmares about Mayans breaking in and killing anyone staying at my home. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping at the sound of any type of motorcycle... The silent treatment is driving me nuts Clay and while I get and appreciate that club shit is none of my fucking business, this isn't just club shit. If something comes up about THIS situation, I wanna know. Mayans come talk to you about ME or anything involving Utah, I wanna know. For my peace of mind, please Clay. Stop keeping things from me. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself.""Frankie...""I know my freak out the other day didn't inspire confidence but a big reason I lost it was because of everything not being said. When you came to the Stockton house, you looked pissed but none of you looked surprised.""We've been expecting somethin like this sweetheart.""I know Jax but it was different. None of us were shocked they hit my place, but the shit on the wall... How'd they know my connections to SAMCRO? Walter didn't know... did he Mac?""Nah. I never told him nothin about you.""Exactly and I didn't have any pictures up of Ope or dad. In fact, the only photos we had up in the apartment were of Reggie and me. Dev got jealous whenever we... man I really should've drowned him in the bay.""Focus Frank.""Right. Sorry... anyway, my point: they knew. How?"That was when it got REAL quiet and by the way my dad scoffed, I'm guessing Clay hadn't been telling him shit either. He was PISSED and all I'm gonna say is: Clay's lucky my dad's not in great health. Pretty sure he would've shot him if he thought he could get away with it."The uh... the day you came home, told us what happened; I had Juice keep tabs on all Mayan communication. We knew the day Mac's old man called 'em. He gave 'em a description and your first name; they ran it through the police database and-""Yeah. I get it. Easy to find someone when they already have a record.""I'm sorry darlin. I guess your affiliation with the club was added to your shit after one of the prison guards found out you're Opie's sister. We don't know the name of the guard but we're lookin into it.""Fuck, so they know I'm in Charming?""Yeah.""Why'd they hit Stockton?""We think they were hoping to catch you down there. We don't think they'll come after you in Charming, so they're waiting for you to leave town. Fortunately for us, they're shit at tailing a person.""OK... why wasn't I told about this?""Like ya said Frank, we were tryin to keep ya from freakin out.""That didn't pan out real well, did it Tig?" I wanted to yell at them. Wanted to make a huge issue out of this being kept from me, but that wouldn't have done anything, so I shoved that shit down and am hoping it doesn't come back up any time soon. "Sorry Tig. This isn't on you, it's on me. I knew Devon was trash but put up with him for Reggie. If I'd killed him sooner-""Walter would've had me come after ya." I'm not sure Mac was supposed to talk during this meeting but no one told him to shut up, so I assume it was fine. "We both know how that woulda played out.""Yeah, with the both of us dead.""Can we move on to a solution? I'm getting really sick of hearing people talk about my daughter dying and being on a hit list.""Daddy.""Uh-uh. I don't wanna hear it Francesca. You did what ya did and I'm damn proud of you. If that little prick didn't have ties to the damn Mayans, this wouldn't even be an issue. Just another body for the vultures. Not your fault psycho runs in that family.""Dad!"He's still not a fan of Mac. Gives zero fucks that Clay is doing... whatever the hell he's doing with Mac. As far as my father is concerned, he's enemy number 2 (the Mayans being number 1). To be honest, I can't blame him for it either. I mean, Mac definitely left some marks on me. That bite mark is a goddamn scar and while he finds it sexy, I'm not as enthused about it."Piney. Let's deal with the Mayans first, then you two can hash out your shit." Clay was trying to bring shit back around to the issue at hand... key word there being trying. "Fine but I'm warnin you now... hurt my daughter again and they'll never find your body.""I believe you.""Now that, that's outta the way." Clay attempting diplomacy is always a little amusing but I didn't laugh! So... progress. "Frankie, I won't keep ya in the dark anymore. You're right, you've got a right ta know. What's more, you've got a point about this being technically club business, but not JUST club business. As long as you don't ask any questions about alliances-""I won't. I swear. I'm sorry I brought up the rumors.""Don't be. Can't keep Hale in check if we don't know what he's sayin.""Fair enough. I won't ask any questions that don't pertain to this situation.""Then we've got a deal.""Thanks Clay.""Any objections?"Of course no one objected. Chibs apparently painted a pretty vivid picture of my breakdown and none of them want to see me like that again. However Jax had one stipulation that I wasn't super thrilled about."Not an objection, so much as a suggestion.""Which is?""You stay here. We had a prospect drop out and a room opened up.""What about Reggie and Mac?""From what we've heard, they're only after you and Mac. They're not worried about Reggie, guess Walter made it clear he didn't think she was involved. Said she was 'too soft' to pull off a murder. So they're gonna leave her alone but you two... ya killed his favorite kid. No offense."Mac wasn't offended but I wasn't overly happy about it. "OK so Reggie's safe. What about Mac? You gonna offer him a room too?""Only have one open room.""We only need one Jackson."So THAT got a few complaints but Clay banged the gavel and Chibs used that Scottish Brogue of his to tell the naysayers how things were going to be. "OYE! Lass has a point. We promised safety ta all three. Mac's no perfect but he's been doin his part. Hasn't done anythin stupid since bein in Charmin.""Except beating and stabbing my kid.""I said since bein IN Charmin. He knows he fucked up in the before bit. Frankie's an adult; she wants ta share a room with Mac, that be her decision. We dinnae haveta like it but we'll damn well respect it. That or we go back on our word ta keep Mac safe... would ya be ok with that Frankie girl?""No. I've made it clear that I made the deal and I was gonna stick to it. If you aren't comfortable with it, that's fine, but we'll be packing and going into hiding somewhere else. They can't chase us forever.""Frankie.""That's how it's gotta be Jax. Mayans want us BOTH dead. So are we staying here or are we leaving California all together?"Oh he HATED my ultimatum but they all caved, eventually. My dad's still pissy about it but I've been doing my best to spend more time at his place, without Mac. He's expressed his concern about Mac, unsurprisingly they're the same ones Reggie has. He doesn't want me falling for Mac but I still think they're both overestimating his charm. In return I do my best to reassure him and the conversation inevitably changes to something more pleasant. It's not perfect but nothing is right now and we're all just doing what we can not to go batshit crazy.**[3 weeks later]"Frankie?""What can I do for you Kip?""You picking Mac up today?""Why? You wanna go instead?""Jax thought it might be better. Mayans are still on your ass and-""Yeah, I get it. Sure, thanks."He gives me a smile and heads out to get Mac from rehab. Yeah, can you believe it? Mac agreed to rehab. I was shocked too. It may have been my offer to fix his teeth if he got clean or the fact that kissing him was less and less appealing when I had other options around here, but either way I'm actually pretty damn excited to see what a sober Mac looks like. Gemma thinks he'll clean up good, especially once we get his teeth fixed. Of course she also tacked on a warning not to fall for another pretty face... why does everyone assume-"Frankie, you going to pick up Mac?""Nope. Kip just went to get him." Gemma looks relieved and I just know she was gonna try to talk me out of it. "We're being careful mama Gemma. I don't go out alone anymore and I'm always armed.""I know it baby but I still worry.""I know but this shit's gotta end sometime. My dad thinks they'll get impatient and make a mistake to get to us. Said he bets they hit once Mac's back so they can try to get us both at the same time.""That's not comforting Frankie.""I'm only telling you because we've got a plan. Juice is still monitoring their calls and Unser set something up so if a Mayan sneezes in Charming we'll know about it. My once bustling social life is in tatters but I'm still breathing so...""OK, well if you need anything let me know.""Sex?""Can't help ya there sweetie... you and Juice haven't?""Not in a while. I honestly think he enjoys it more when there's competition behind it.""Competition?""Him and Mac.""Oh sweetie... you've gotta put a stop to that.""Do I?"She gives me her 'I'm not amused' smile and comes over to kiss me on the forehead. It's both comforting and patronizing. "You are so damaged.""I know.""It's why I love ya so much."She always teases me like this but boy oh boy are there a few people who HATE it when she says that kind of stuff to me, and her son is one of them. "The hell mom? You don't just say that shit to people.""Oh hush. It's Frankie, she knows I'm teasing. Now, where's my grandson?""With Tara"Great, just who I wanted to hear about. Not the baby, Abel's adorable, but Tara's name makes me want to punch holes in the wall. "Well, I'm gonna go get changed. Shouldn't take too long for Mac to get discharged and I'm pretty sure there's a party or something tonight... see ya later Gemma.""Alright sweetie. I'll see you later."I don't even glance at Jax but I still hear him whisper something to his mom before running to catch up to me. I should've sprinted to my room and slammed the door, but I promised Opie I'd keep the petty shit to a minimum while staying at the clubhouse."Wait up.""What'd you want Jax?""Wanted to see if I could take you out for lunch.""I just said I had shit to do. Besides, I don't see Tara being ok with you taking me anywhere that doesn't involve my being buried alive.""Don't be like that.""Don't be like what?" he gives me this 'you know' look and he's lucky I don't hit him. "Please, if anyone has a right to be salty about shit, it's me.""Frankie, I'm not tryin to do anything but be your friend.""Uh-uh. I've fallen for that line before and I won't be pulled in again. There's no such thing as 'friends' when it comes to us and you know it. I'm sorry Jax but I can't do it. I appreciate you helping me with this Mayan shit but you and I... there's a reason I moved to Stockton.""Would it help if I said I regret my decisions?""No actually. It wouldn't because you still made them.""Frankie""What Jackson? What do you want from me?! You want my forgiveness? Sorry, can't do it. You wanna screw around behind Tara's back? Been there, done that and I'm always the one that ends up left in the cold at the end. There is no road that leads to a happy ending for you and I. I loved you too damn much Jax, that's why I can't pretend to be your friend.""So there's really nothing I can do?""No. There's not."Thankfully we're back at my room and before he can say anything else, I walk in and shut the door in his face. He's been keeping his distance but I've got a feeling that Mac coming back has a lot to do with this little tête-à-tête. Is it messed up that I kinda wish the Mayans would come take me out just so I don't have to deal with this shit anymore? Yes? Well damn...
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Mac coming back was a double-edged sword. On one hand, he was finally sober but on the other... now both he and Frankie were back at the club and Clay knew it was only a matter of time before the Mayans did more than leave a message. He knew she'd be pissed if she found out he'd been in contact with the leader of the other club, but this was simply an opportunity they couldn't pass up. Frankie got Mac's teeth fixed like she promised and she'd gone into nurse mode, which he was definitely using to his benefit. Something Jax HATED but was working in the club's favor. Clay had gotten word to Alvarez and they were now waiting for the other MC to show, Opie clearly on edge as this was essentially deciding his sister's fate. They could either end this now or there would be a war."They're here.""Frankie's gonna pissed if she finds out about this.""Then we make sure doesn't find out."Tig had been pretty against leaving her in the dark about this, her temper rivaling Gemma's when she was truly angry. Plus, the girl carried brass knuckles with her everywhere she went. He wasn't real interested in being on the receiving end of one of her punches. However, Clay was sure this was the best course of action and since he's the president of the Sons..."You bring the blonde?""No. Never said we would either."The men from either side were sizing up the other, Jax and Opie pretty sure they could take these guys. Neither of them were going to give up Frankie without one hell of a fight, but Clay had tried to assure them it wouldn't come to that. This sit-down was to figure out if a peaceful solution could be decided upon and as the leaders walked in together, the others weren't as amiable. Tig shoulder-checking one of the guys on his way in."Oops."He cussed at Tig in Spanish but as the guys were now funneling in, no move was made to start a fight. Alvarez agreed to hear Clay out but his men were pretty damn sure nothing was actually going to come from this. Maybe find out where they were hiding her but no chance were they going to just let her go. Not after the shit Walter had told them. Once everyone was either in a seat or standing with their guns visible, Clay went ahead and started talking."You're not getting your hands on our girl.""A hell of a way ta start out negotiations.""There's nothing to negotiate. She did what she did but from what we know, the prick had it coming.""Had it coming? Do you know what she did to that kid?""More or less.""So she told you how she gutted him like a pig? Strung his intestines like Christmas lights and painted 'get fucked' in his blood?"All her guys knew that had to be Mac's handiwork. From the condition she was in, no way would she have been able to accomplish all of that without passing out. However Tig and Happy were pretty fucking impressed that Mac had been able to do it all so damn quickly."No fuckin way she did that.""And how would you know?""Because I know my sister. She told us she threw that knife into his throat, but the rest of that...no way.""Sounds more like something Mac would do than Frankie."Tig muttered to Clay, knowing full well he was the one who'd done that. Frankie wasn't squeamish but she preferred to get in, get the job done, and get out. Taking your time wasn't always a luxury you could afford, sometimes the risk wasn't worth the reward, and she knew that all too well."Mac?""Your man's other son."Clay wasn't above selling Mac out, but since he knew the Mayans were already made aware of his involvement, he didn't view this as selling someone out. He was sure they were playing stupid on purpose, hoping they'd give something away."Right. The crazy one... why you helpin that pendejo? Thought you didn't like junkies.""Our Frank's got a soft heart. Sometimes that causes her to bring home strays.""I got one of them too. She stubborn?""That's putting it mildly." Jax smirked."Well... Walter's one of us. He asked us to deal with this, you're askin us not to. I'm not seein a peaceful resolution to this.""Your man tell you what his kid did to deserve that treatment?""No.""And you didn't ask?"Jax was getting pissed. Frankie wasn't exactly an open book with him, but he'd heard the whole story. He knew all about Devon's plans for Reggie and the 'favor' he'd asked of Mac. The one that involved using Frankie's head as a hood ornament, after Mac had his fill of her of course. He didn't think even she knew about that, but Mac had been up front with Clay about all that shit. Wanting to put off his violent death for as long as possible, because he wasn't a stupid man, he knew he was gonna die bloody. It was what was in the cards for men like him. What he hadn't been expecting was for an angel of death to take a liking to him and pull him out of the fire. The only reason he was still breathing was because of Frankie."Why would we?"None of these men were exactly against certain crimes. If they were genuinely 'good guys' they wouldn't be under constant observation by the Feds. However, Clay was pretty sure the information he had for them would maybe change their view on what Frankie did."The kid? Was planning on keeping his baby sister as a sex slave.""Walter don't got a daughter.""No but Regina is still Devon's sister. They've got the same mom or some shit.""He never told us that.""Yeah well, not surprised. Reggie is our Frankie's best friend, that's why she was in Utah with 'em. Since she was raised in SAMCRO... I'm sure you can see where she was coming from when all that shit went down."Alvarez was thinking over everything he'd just learned. He couldn't fault the girl for killing Devon, he'd never liked the little prick and was only going after her as a favor to Walter. Mac though, he was a problem and he thought he had a deal the Sons might take."Alright. I'll call off the hit on your girl but in return, I want Mac."Jax thought this was a fair deal, but he also wasn't thinking clearly. Clay had big plans for Mac and more than that, Frankie would burn their world to the ground if he double crossed her. She was great as long as she was loyal to you, but the moment you screwed her over... she had enough on the club to put everyone away for life. Not that she'd go that route though, oh no. Frankie would kill them off one by one and he doubted anyone would ever suspect her. She had a knack for lying and damn if she wasn't the most believable liar he'd ever met."No deal.""What?"Clay didn't acknowledge Jax's small outburst. His disbelief was understandable but this was big picture shit. This was shit that would help the club in the long run. Jax was just going to have to get over his hatred for Mac."Seems like a fair deal to me. Mac's nothing to you, but your Frankie... We've seen your girl around, be a pity to have to carve her pretty face up.""I said. No deal. No one's fault but your man Walter's that his kid was a psycho with an incest kink. Sounds to me like our Frankie did the world a favor.""Walter don't see it that way.""Not my problem.""Clay"Jax wanted to speak with him privately but this needed to be dealt with now. They weren't going to get another opportunity like this and-"Hello fellas.""Fuck."Frankie walking in was not something ANYONE saw coming. He wasn't sure who told her about this meeting but someone was going to get their shit rocked."For this being a 'secret' meeting. You didn't take security very seriously. Your man out there, let me in on the promise of a blow job... embarrassing.""So this is your Frankie?""In the flesh and you're Alvarez, the man that wants to kill me. Did I get that right?""Sí but you can't really blame me, can you? You know all about loyalty and what this life is about.""So?""So... one of ours calls, asks for help. We help.""And if the person doesn't deserve your help?""Come now Frankie, don't be evasiva. You killed-""I know who I killed. Devon had it coming. I mean what kind of sick motherfucker has fantasies about his baby sister? Oh wait, probably the kind that would fuck his own mother. Utah, am I right? I mean I haven't seen much of it but Caineville seems to be populated entirely by people whose family tree is a wreath."It wasn't abnormal for her to antagonize the wrong person, but her brother was seriously worried she'd hit her head or something. They were here FOR HER and yet she was insulting one of the Mayans members. Past member, sure, but clearly they still looked out for Walter or this wouldn't be an issue in the first place."Frankie, what the fuck are you doing here?""Very good question big brother. A fair one since clearly I wasn't supposed to know about this." Looking around she can tell that not a single goddamn man in this building knows what to do about her just showing up. Which has given her the upper hand in every sense of the word. "I don't make a habit of eaves dropping, bad for ones health. Luckily for me, the walls in the clubhouse are paper thin. I overheard Clay talking to Bobby and Tig about this yesterday, you know when you all thought I was sleeping." She watches every man shift in their seat, the discomfort damn near palpable. "Since we had a conversation about this a few weeks ago, I was sure you wouldn't mind if I came along. I mean this is about me, I should have a right to speak for myself."Alvarez wasn't usually one to make exceptions and he could see his guys waiting for the sign to take her out... but... it wasn't every day that a woman got the jump on TWO MCs. Whoever this Frankie was, she was one badass bitch and he was willing hear her out. Maybe even side with her if they could come up with an agreement that benefited them all."Let her speak.""¡Qué demonios!""¡Cállate! I want to hear what she has to say.""Gracias." It was the only word she knew in Spanish but they weren't here to discuss her fluency. She took the seat next to Clay and leaned forward, her hands folded in front of her and her brass knuckles on proud display. She had a point to make and goddamn was she making it. "Now, Clay already told you that Mac's off the table and I don't really think you wanna kill me." A gun pressed to the back of her head made her smile, which showed the Mayans that they weren't necessarily dealing with a sane person. "Or maybe you do... Either way that's not what's going to happen.""No?""No. I mean, how boring. So I took out a whiny little prick who added nothing to this world. Who cares? And you can't say Walter!" Alvarez and one of the younger guys tried not to smile but didn't quite pull it off. "I think we both know that between Walter, Devon, and Us... Mac and I are the only true assets here. Walter hasn't been an active member in YEARS but me? A daughter of one of the co-founders of SAMCRO... ask Clay, I'm good at getting information out of people. You cut the finger off a dead bitch, I'll give you one of my rings to put on it, mail that off to Walter and I'll owe ya one. What'd-ya say Alvarez?"The man in question leaned back and scratched his chin, looking her over with a critical eye. He'd always wondered if there was something in the water of Charming that made people fucking nuts but there was something even more to this woman. He didn't quite understand why she was sticking up for Mac, he'd heard stories about the junkie from Walter, but if that was her stipulation... he'd rather have her on their side than against them. Pretty damn sure he'd wake up to her climbing out of his rafters if he made the wrong call here."Where have you been hiding this one?" Clay wasn't even sure what was going on right now so he just smirked and patted her on the back. "Alright little one. You've got a deal.""Great. Here... never liked that one anyway." It was her class ring, and since Jax had bought it as an apology for cheating on her the first time, she wasn't exactly attached to it. "Let me know if you need help getting that finger. I'm sure I've got one lying around somewhere you can use."That definitely solidified her as a crazy bitch and while Clay was PISSED she'd interrupted, he couldn't deny that she'd gotten further than he did. The only thing that worried him was what information Alvarez would want from her."I uh... I've got a small stipulation for your deal.""What's that?""You can't use Frankie to get info on the club."Alvarez had been expecting that and besides, he didn't think Frankie would agree to it anyway. So it was an easy thing to agree to. "Deal.""Then we're done here... Frankie, go home.""Whatever you say Clay. See ya later big brother."Everyone watched her walk out, pausing at the door to talk to the guy that had let her in. No one knew what she said but he walked in looking way too happy."You raise crazy in Charming or something?""Or something.""I like your girl. We'll keep our deal... she's right. Walter hasn't been an asset in years, in fact he screwed us on a drug deal, got his son to make shit for cheaper and cut us out. Lost all our revenue for Utah. I'm not happy about Mac being a part of this but I'm guessing what the princess wants-""The princess gets. Yeah.""In that case: Vámonos. We're done here."Clay waited for the Mayans to leave before saying anything about Frankie. Running his hand down his face and letting out a laugh of disbelief. "That sister of yours... what am I gonna do with her?""I mean, she did essentially fix the problem she started.""Devon started." Tig corrected "Our Frank was just takin out the trash.""Right, well... let's get the hell outta here. We'll talk to our girl tomorrow. Now that this shit is done, we can get back to regular business."All the guys agreed and headed back to Charming. Frankie was one of a kind and they all knew that was for the best. They didn't think the world could handle too many women like her... they sure as hell couldn't.
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Well, the Mayans are officially off our backs. Have been for about 6 months and after I kept up my end of the bargain, I was promised no harm would come to myself or Mac. They used my talents to get information from some DEA agent, wanted to know how much he had on them. Was pretty damn easy to get what they asked for and I don't feel too badly about how that ended, I did show him a very good time before he 'went missing.' Also for anyone that may be wondering, yes I made good on my deal with the guy that let me into the meeting; I mean it wouldn't have looked good if I broke the first promise I made to a Mayan. Of course I lied and told my guys that it never happened because what they don't know won't hurt 'em.I am now moved fully back into my place and Juice and Mac have figured out how to cohabitate with minimal arguments. It probably helps that I stopped sleeping with Juice all together but there are plenty of crow eaters willing to hop on his dick so he's not too heartbroken over it. I wouldn't call what Mac and I have a relationship but sleeping with other people is a rarity. The shit with the Mayan and DEA agent was forever ago and I really haven't fucked anyone but Mac in several months. What can I say, Gemma was right: he did clean up well. With his teeth fixed and staying away from meth, he's not... terrible. He still has one hell of a temper but Clay is using that to his advantage. I'm not sure if he's a prospect or what the hell is going on there but after I crashed their meeting, I am very lucky I didn't get my ass handed to me. So I keep my mouth very tightly shut (at least for the time being).Jax and I can be in the same room without my throwing shade his way, but fuck is Tara pissed I've stuck around. I would bet all the money Clay's made from running guns that she was hoping I'd leave once everything was settled, but sorry sweetie, I'm not running away from home... not again. Besides, Reggie and Dylan are officially together and I've got to be here to keep an eye on my favorite girl. So far Dylan is a complete gentleman and she's happy, which is enough for me. She's still seeing a therapist and has moved out of Opie's place and into her own space. It's a cute little studio, not huge, but all hers. It's the first time she's lived alone and while she knows I'm only a call away, she admitted to needing her space more than she thought... and around and around the world keeps turning.9 months have passed since that initial nightmare began but this is Charming so who knows when the next one will start. Speaking of nightmares, Gemma asked me to pick something up from Jax's house and... oh goodie, Tara is home so this should be fun."Knock-knock! Jackson?" I know he's at the club but it's better to pretend otherwise since I am just walking into their house. "Jax? Tara?""Frankie..." she walks into the kitchen and I can tell she's irritated by her tone. "Jax isn't here.""That's fine. Wasn't actually looking for him anyway.""Then why are you here?""Gemma said you had something for her? Not sure what that might be but she said you'd know.""Oh um..." I swear if Gemma sent me on a wild goose chase. "Oh yeah, she did mention something about it yesterday. I think it's just some paperwork. I'll go get it.""Thanks."I would rather fuck Bobby than be here right now. At one point in time I called this place home but now... kinda hard to be comfortable in a place where the man you were in love with is fucking someone else. Someone he got pregnant and is due any day... yeah, she got pregnant on that trip to the beach they took. Her pregnancy went through all the Mayan drama and explains why her hatred towards me was more than usual. Abel is now 18 months old and I know she hates that he likes me, but that's what happens when he spends time with his grandma at the shop... the one I still work at."Here.""Thanks." Anyone else hate awkward situations? Me too and my brain has decided that just grabbing the shit and leaving would make things awkward. Which is why my mouth blurts out stupid fucking small talk before I just walk out. "So, you're due any day now.""Yeah. Yeah I am." She lets out an uncomfortable laugh and I'm honestly not sure why I don't just do us both a favor and leave. "Another boy.""Yeah, Gemma told me. Congratulations!""Thank you.""Well I'm gonna get out of your hair. See ya around Tara.""Hey Frankie?" I was almost to the door when she stopped me but I'm not such a bitch as to ignore her...I mean I am but I don't feel like getting a lecture from Jax about it. So I turn with a fake ass smile plastered on my face and let her say whatever the fuck she's gonna say. "Can I ask you something?""Of course.""Are you sleeping with Jax?"Well that was a question I probably should've seen coming. For as much as he claims to love the person he's with, he's fucking terrible at staying faithful. I've heard of a few times recently where he slept with some random woman, but I have not been one of them. So this time I can actually answer her honestly."No Tara. I'm not fucking Jax. That ship has sailed and sank. Besides, I'm sort of seeing someone else.""Yeah, Jax mentioned that. Sounded pretty pissed about it which...""Which is why you asked?""Yeah. Figured if anyone was going to be real with me about this, it would be you... since you know how he can be.""Yeah well... fool me once and all that shit. See ya later Tara.""I didn't mean to piss you off.""You didn't but I really do need to go. Good luck with the new baby.""Thanks."I'm not sweating, it's simply hot for February... the fact that there's snow on the ground means... means I'm a fucking liar. I nearly launched myself out a damn window to get out of that house. I don't blame Tara for the question, she's not stupid... well a little if she knows Jax is screwing around and is staying with him, but she is pregnant so I guess I can't fault her too much. Still, her and I have never gotten along and I'm sure she was fucking giddy when she heard I was in a sort of relationship with someone NOT Jackson, but of course he let his jealousy... nope. Not gonna focus on that. I got the shit for Gemma and will just tell her from now on if it's at her son's house, it's going to stay there.*Have you ever been driving and forgotten that fact? Like you're so lost in thought or jamming out to your favorite music that it just slips your mind that you're behind the wheel of a machine that could take out an entire family? Yeah me neither... I totally remember how I got from Jax's house to the garage. I'm sure I stopped at all the red lights and if not well... Hale still has a thing for me."Gemma!"She should be in the office but I spot the guys in front of the clubhouse. It's Mac, Opie, Jax, and Chibs and I'm pissed enough at Jackson right now that my big brother's gonna have to look away. I quickly switch direction and walk over to Mac with purpose, he must know something's up by the way he tosses his cigarette to the side and is ready for the kiss I give him. I've got the front of his shirt fisted in my free hand and his are resting on my hips... that is probably a safety thing because Opie still threatens to remove fingers from time to time. If he saw how we normally kiss... he'd be scarred for life."Damn Frankie Girl. Ya tryin ta figure out what he 'ad for lunch?"Opie gags at that and I can't help but laugh into the kiss, effectively breaking it. "Thanks for that Chibs." I shake my head at the man but quickly look back at Mac, he really is incredibly handsome with his teeth all fixed. They look better than mine. "Hey.""Hey.""Clay got you working tonight?""Nah.""Good. Juice!""Yes ma'am?" He was walking towards the garage so I can kill two birds with one stone. "What can I do for ya?""First, can you take this to Gemma?""Of course.""Thank you and second... got somewhere else you can be tonight?""Uh yeah. I can figure somethin out.""You're the best."I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and it's really cute how flustered he gets. Of course when I turn back around there are mixed reactions to what I just did. Mac's got that dark look in his eyes that tells me I'm in for a good time, Chibs knows something is up but is keeping it to himself, Opie looks like he's trying to think about anything other than what he just heard, and Jax... Jax looks pissed."Ya had to make plans like that right in front of me?""Sorry Opie but when a moment presents itself, it's best to seize it.""Uh-huh... I'm tellin dad.""Nooo!" I'm absolutely whining but I hate it when he does that shit."Leave your sister alone." Chibs to the rescue. He's my favorite. "Lass has heard worse from the lot of us, seen worse too.""And that is why I love you the most Chibs.""Aye Frankie Girl. I know." He leans over and kisses my cheek before throwing Jax a look that can almost be described as 'leave it alone'. "Well, I got shite ta do. See ya later lass.""See ya Chibs."With that out of the way I'm not really sure what to do. Mac still has an arm around my waist and he and Opie have restarted whatever conversation I interrupted but Jackson... I swear if he gets Clay to call Mac in tonight, I'll kill him. As luck would have it, Gemma's coming out but... she doesn't look happy. Damn it."Frankie. What the fuck is this?""Um... the paperwork you sent me to get." I really hope that's not a stupid answer because the way she came out waving it has me second guessing things. "At least it's supposed to be, it's what Tara gave me.""You saw Tara today?"Fuck. "Yes Jax. I had to get something for your mom.""Yes but your second baby mama gave her the wrong damn paper! This is... wait... Jackson. This is paperwork for a wedding license."That son of a bitch! How dare he act all pissy about the shit I do with Mac when he's apparently getting married. No wonder Tara asked me if we were hooking up! She wants to know if she should go through with the marriage or not."Oh uh... I can take that.""Uh-uh. Are you getting married?""No.""No?"He has to hear the disbelief in my voice because he levels me with an apologetic look. "No. I mean Tara brought it up but I haven't... we're not... I told her I wasn't ready for that yet.""You and I are gonna have a nice long talk tonight.""Sure mom." Gemma does that thing where she looks at him long and hard before walking away. Not sure what she actually needed but I really hope she just goes and gets it herself. "Frankie, I'm sorry.""About what?""About..." he glances over at Mac but if the man notices, he's not giving anything away. "That you were drug into this shit.""Wasn't drug into anything Jax. Gemma asked me for help. Simple as that.""Yeah but-""I work at the garage Jackson. This is part of my job. I'm sure whatever your mom needed had something to do with one of the cars you guys are working on. If it's not... well, I'm still on pretty thin ice after the shit with the Mayans so you're not about to catch me asking the wrong questions. Gemma will have to get whatever it was from your place herself.""I could take you over now. I'm pretty sure I know-""No."Opie's spider senses must be tingling because he nudges Mac and motions for him to follow him inside. Mac leans down and gives me a kiss but goes in with my brother. Great so now it's just me and Jackson... goody."Frankie. It would just be a quick ride and-""I said no. Tara already thinks we're fucking; the last thing she needs is to see me on the back of your bike.""Wait. She thinks... she told you that?""Yeah, she did. Said she heard I was seeing someone and that you got weird about it. Asked me straight up if we're sleeping together.""What'd you tell her?""The truth! I told her there's nothing going on because NOTHING IS GOING ON.""What if there was?"He's leaning in closer and if I don't step back now, that Teller charm is going to threaten to pull me back in. Gemma's talked about how Jax's dad was the same way, damn near irresistible. It's part of the reason she regularly reminds me not to fall back into that trap. I've been hurt too many times by Jackson Teller and if I go back now I'll only have myself to blame WHEN he does it again. So as tempting as he is, I force myself to back up; my hand resting on his chest to keep him from following my steps."There's not.""Frankie""Look Jackson. I don't know what's going on between you and Tara, but you're about to be a daddy again. You've made your choices in life and I wasn't one of them because if I was, we'd still be together. You need to decide what you want and sooner rather than later because as much as I dislike Tara, she doesn't deserve this shit from you.""What if I decide I want to be with you?""That's not up to you.""Who's it up to then?""Me. It's up to me and I can't go through this with you again.""So what? You're gonna be with Mac? The guy that pulled all that shit back in Utah? The one that left you scarred? The ex-junkie?""Keyword being EX.""Francesca.""You know what Jackson. We keep going in these circles and right when I think we're past it, you just swing back around again. I've told you too many times that I can't do this with you. You don't have to like Mac, my best friend can't stand the man, but at least he hasn't gotten TWO women pregnant while supposedly being in love with me. Yeah I've got fucking scars but you left some too Jax, you just can't see the ones you've given me."And with that I turn around and walk away. This is a merry-go-round from hell and I'm ready to get off it.
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"So... Tara asked if you're fucking Jackson and he's mad you said no?""Not exactly. He's mad I'm with Mac and asked the age old 'what if' question.""I mean, I get why he's mad about Mac."So this conversation came about after I realized going to the guys would be useless. Donna understands the frustrations that come with the club, especially as someone on the outside. She stands by the fact that she married my brother, she didn't marry the club. Sure that's caused some contention within their marriage but I can't fucking blame her for her anger. My brother did go to prison for 5 years after that prick... nope not gonna go down that path. I heard all about the shit that happened to him when the club found out he still had the reaper tat on his back. Point is, I was there throughout my brother's sentence, I know how hard that was for Donna. She and I got into a few fights over my refusal to write off SAMCRO. She's gotten better about shit but she's still the one I go to when I want to complain about the club. I could talk to Gemma but as much as she understands my frustration with her son, I'm still not going to talk mad shit about him to her. Of course Reggie is new to all of this and she still hates Mac so I'm not shocked by her being understanding of Jax's feelings on the man."OK, can we skip past the shit between Mac and I? I will never claim that the man is a saint or make excuses for him. Not fucking EVER but this isn't about him.""What's it about then?""How my EX-boyfriend's baby mama is freaking out because she thinks I'm fucking him!"Donna gives Reggie a look that tells me they probably regularly bitch about Mac when I'm not around, but ya know what? I really don't blame them. Put aside the fact that his drink was spiked, Mac still raped and abused Reggie that night. That is a kind of trauma that may never truly heal and I will NEVER make her feel bad for not just 'getting over it'. I can be a cold bitch but not about shit like that. I know I've said that before but sometimes it feels necessary to repeat myself. She has every right to feel how she does about the man. Do I wish he'd apologize and make shit right? Of course but to be honest, I don't think she'd accept an apology from him."Alright. Fair." Of course Donna's trying to keep the peace. She's seen my crazy on multiple occasions. "Are you really shocked though? I mean I love Jax but he has always had this weird thing when it comes to you.""What weird thing?""Hmm... how do I phrase this so it doesn't sound psycho?" oh great, that doesn't exactly inspire confidence. "So... you're his best friend's little sister. You guys grew up together.""Yeah?""So there's already that history but then on top of it you two dated for a couple years. I know you were pretty damn serious about him and for a minute we all thought the two of you would be end game."I would love to lose my shit right now. Tell Donna not to bring this shit up, be a bitch about not wanting to hear about my past with Jackson, but I'm not gonna do that. She's not saying any of this to be hurtful, just pointing out the history we have together, and I'm sure her point will be a lightbulb moment for me."Yeah... and?""And... I think he feels like he still has some kind of claim on you. He obviously wants to be with Tara, but it seems like he's keeping you in the wings like some kind of backup plan.""Oh, that's fucked." Reggie pulls a face and I must be making a similar one because Donna's trying not to laugh. Not because it's funny but because of how in sync the two of us can be. "Frankie's a person, not a toy.""I completely agree but we've all seen how he is with her. I mean, be honest Frank. Before you moved to Stockton, you were pretty much at his beck and call.""Wow, that... just no. Don't say it like that Donna. Jesus fuck. I wasn't desperate for the man.""No but you did love him.""So?""So... love makes us do crazy things. He doesn't always show it the best, but deep down I think Jax loves you just as much as you once loved him.""No." absolutely fucking not. If that was true... "He loves Tara. He's made that ABUNDANTLY clear.""Yeah but that doesn't mean he loves you any less. He was just left with a choice and he chose her."Ouch."OK so what I'm hearing is that Jax is pissed about Mac because it's telling him that he can't fall back to me if shit goes sideways with Tara?""Yeah. Pretty close anyhow. You and Jax will always be a part of each other's story, and despite you having a pretty impressive mean streak, you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve. When you love, you love hard. Opie's told me that a couple of the guys have called Jax an idiot for throwing that away.""Great. Just what I don't need..."Reggie looks confused and I'm not sure what part of this is causing the confusion. She was the one I talked to the most when Jax cheated (both times) and it was her suggestion that I move in with her. She figured I needed a change of scenery and that maybe being away from Jax would allow me to explore healthier relationships... guess that didn't really pan out."I have a question.""Shoot.""So, I'm not saying that you should let Jax have his way. Obviously that would be a TERRIBLE idea but do really not see why he's concerned about Mac? I mean... I was there Frank. I saw what he did to you. The fight in the cave, the aftermath of you getting stabbed, and then when he freaked out on the way here and punched you while you were driving... of all the guys you could end up with, he shouldn't even be in the running, let alone winning the damn race!"I can't bring myself to be angry at her for voicing her concerns. She really did see the beginning, middle, and end of that clusterfuck. She sat with me in the hospital after I got stabbed. She was the one that tased him when he started throwing punches in the car. I completely understand why he doesn't get her vote for guys I should date."I absolutely see it Reg. I was in rough shape when we pulled up that day. Black eye, split lip...""Stab wounds.""Yeah. All of that. Mac wasn't just one red flag; he was essentially a skin suit stuffed with them. Between the meth use, all the shit he did to you, and that violent streak of his... I really should've dumped his body in a ditch somewhere.""So why didn't you?""Because..." how do I explain this without ending up committed? "Because I wasn't sure what we would run into on the way here. He told me about the Mayans and there was a very real threat of them finding us before we reached Charming.""Only because of Mac.""No sweetie. Not because of him."I have purposely left her out of this particular loop. The less she knows about the shit some of these clubs do the better. I know my brother tried to keep Donna out but then he got arrested and... well that was a nightmare. Reggie's only tie to the Sons is me."I'm confused. I thought the reason they knew about you was because Mac told Walter.""No. Walter didn't know who I was, not unless Devon told him.""Honestly, it's a possibility. He knew you were related to someone in a motorcycle club."Well shit. I didn't even think about that. It would explain why Walter reached out to the California chapter so quickly. Then again he also knew I was from California since I came down with Devon and Reg... but I don't think I gave him my last name... well fuck. Did Devon rat me out as some kind of insurance? Wouldn't surprise me... guess I will run this by Mac and the guys later."I'm gonna go ahead and not pull at that thread." Reg smiles at my answer and I'm sure she's just relieved I'm not continuing on with the Devon talk. "Despite Mac's MANY flaws, it was my fault the Mayans were after us. I highly doubt Walter would see what happened and think 'yeah Mac's smart enough to pull that off.' He probably figured that I'd managed to get Mac on my side and probably saw me as the mastermind behind us escaping.""You kinda were.""Well, that's why the Mayans were a problem. One of their old members called in a favor and they were going to act now, ask questions... never. I was honestly lucky they heard me out and agreed to my idea.""About that." Shit. I probably shouldn't have brought that bit up because Donna looks PISSED. "What the hell were you thinking? You knew they were after you and somehow decided that walking into a potentially dangerous situation was the correct answer? Are you out of your mind?""I mean, I'm sure Opie would say I am.""Oh Opie had a LOT to say. I don't know that I've ever seen him that angry at you before Frank. He was both pissed off and impressed.""I didn't see another choice Donna. I wanted this shit to be put to bed and no offense to the guys, but I didn't have high hopes that they'd actually be able to come up with a solution. When I walked in, they all looked like they'd rather have a shootout than find a peaceful resolution.""You tell them Juice was the one that told you about it?""Nope and I'm not gonna. If they ever found out about that, his neck would be on the chopping block. No way in hell am I gonna do that to him.""What'd you tell 'em?""That I overheard a conversation. They know the walls are thin so they bought it.""Mac know the truth?""No." Donna and Reggie share yet another look but they can't really be that surprised. "Whatever you two are thinking, knock it off. I'm not telling Opie either. The only people that know are us and Juice. I am not trying to get him harmed.""They'd hurt Juice for telling you?""I'd rather not find out either way Reg."She gives a small shudder and I think she's beginning to see how dangerous the club is. Hopefully she doesn't ask any more questions and realizes that having them on your side is the healthiest option."So... you gonna tell Jax to fuck off?"Glad we've swung back around to this topic. "I have. Many times.""Well, now it's up to him. Nothin else you can do Frankie.""I know Donna. I just... I think I needed to vent. I've attempted to keep so much shit bottled up and so far it's resulted in one HUGE meltdown and heartburn."The girls scootch closer to me and throw their arms around my shoulders. I kiss the top of Reggie's head and she squeezes me a little tighter."You don't have to do this alone Frankie. We've got your back.""Thank you."I'm not sure how long we stayed like that but the sound of motorcycles pulling up finally breaks the spell. Opie and Mac walk in and my brother looks from his wife back to me, his eyebrow cocked until Donna shakes her head. As for Mac... if he's wondering what's going on, he's not gonna ask about it."Ready ta go Frankie?""Yeah. I'll see ya tomorrow Reg.""Lunch?""Lunch. Donna, you're coming too. My treat.""Oh Frank, I-""Please Donna!" Reggie's giving her puppy dog eyes and she breaks pretty much right away. Smiling wide when Reg launches herself across my lap to hug her. "YES! Girls Day!"The guys are staying quiet (probably for the best) but I'm watching their expressions and I know they feel a little left out of the loop. Sucks, don't it?"Well, I gotta go." The two of them sit up and stand with me, Reggie glaring at Mac when he so much as glances at her. "See ya later big brother.""See ya later."Mac wraps his arm around my waist and says a quick goodbye to my brother, the two of us heading out together. I absolutely caught Reggie's annoyed huff, but when I glance over my shoulder and look at her, she still flashes me a smile. This isn't ever going to be perfect but she and I have talked about all the Mac stuff before today. The day I realized things with Mac might actually go somewhere, I went to her straight away and we talked for HOURS. She told me she'd never be cheering for our relationship but that she loved me and didn't want to lose our friendship. Before anyone asks, I told her I'd step away from Mac if she wanted me to. She is still my weakness as well as my best friend, she knows I'd do anything for her. I honestly expected her to say 'Yes! Run as fast as you can from that prick!' Instead, she got really quiet for a moment before admitting that she would never do that to me, said it felt too much like controlling me and that it reminded her of Devon. After that we dropped it and well... we're still best friends.Once outside, Mac hands me a helmet and waits for me to get on the bike before saying anything. "Regina still hate me?""What do you think?""I think you told Juice to sleep somewhere else tonight.""That I did."He taps his cheek, something he picked up from Clay, and once I give him a quick kiss he starts the bike and off we go. Fuck do I hope things start to even out, but for now I'm gonna go home and let Mac see how many times he can get me to cum.
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Well, Tara had her baby (another boy) and Jax seems happy enough. I gotta admit, the man makes some cute kids, but I leave his family life alone. In fact I've taken a different job so I won't have to be around the clubhouse as often. Gemma was disappointed when I gave notice, but I was very upfront with her about it. Told her about Tara's question and how her son can't seem to get his head out of his ass (so much for not talking shit about him to his mom... oops). Since she knows her son's no angel, she 100% believed me and now I work for Luann, Otto's wife. No I'm not doing porn! Oh, she's tried talking me into it and I'm not sure who's more obsessed with my ass: her or Mac, but I am merely her assistant and she pays me way fucking better than Clay did. Granted I now see way more dick than I used to and having to be around Ima is a huge downside, but Luann's pretty good at keeping the two of us apart so I deal with it. However, this is also not a permanent solution. Just a way to make good money and pass the time... oh and get away from Jax."Hey Frankie? Where are you sweet girl?""In here! What's up?"I'm trying to work on a new section for the website but Ima's the headliner so I've been putting it off. I really hope Luann is here to tell me someone else will work on this."I'm goin to see Otto today."Day off? Second best option."OK. We not shooting today then?""Nope but I'll need ya here bright and early tomorrow.""Not a problem.""Great!" she comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Like Gemma, Luann has known me since I was a little girl. I just wasn't allowed around her as much as I was Gemma because, well she was a porn star. "Oh! Before I forget, I got you a new phone for work.""You didn't have to do that.""Yes I did. You don't need work calls going to your personal cell. Besides, I don't see that man of yours being thrilled with porn stars having your number.""Mac?" she nods once, a knowing smile on her face. "Mac is surprisingly ok with the fact that I work here.""He know you're bi?""Yeah.""Hmm... maybe there's hope for him after all.""He's not perfect but he's so much better now that he's not on meth. We had a rough start but I... I'm sorta proud of him."Luann has not been told all the details of my and Mac's relationship. She knows SOMETHING happened in Utah but doesn't know what. She also doesn't know that I did some work for the Mayans over it or that Mac is the reason for a few of my scars. It's not that I don't trust her, but all of that shit is just best left in the past. If she did know, I doubt she'd be as accepting of Mac and I as she is... yeah, yeah, yeah I know I said we weren't 'technically' a thing but if I'm sleeping with the same man for 9, almost 10 months, we're more than just friends. Still can't believe it's almost been a year since all that shit... Focus Frankie!"Well, you two are real cute together. Now, I gotta go but Dylan's holdin the phone for you at the store. All ya gotta do is go pick it up.""Thank you Luann.""Of course sweetie. See ya tomorrow.""See ya tomorrow."Luann and Otto... I don't know if I'd call them relationship goals but Christ does that man love her. She loves him too but I'm not so sure she wouldn't entertain a different dick if it benefited her. Not trying to call her a whore but Gemma does so..."Frankie... why are you here?"'"I work here Ima. You know that. I watched you lick cum off the floor yesterday.""Cute. Where's Luann?""Just left. We're not shooting today so go do... whatever you do. Spread the joy of STDs like you spread your legs.""Maybe I'll pay your new man a visit.""Go ahead." She looks surprised by my willingness but I'm not done with this gash. "Will give me a reason to bust up your mediocre face again. Maybe this time I'll break your nose so hard they won't be able to fix it.""God. You SAMCRO bitches are fucking psycho!""Yeah. We are. Remember that Ima before someone makes it so the only work you get is sucking off Darby in the Taco Bell parking lot."And with that I grab my shit and walk away, flipping her off on my way out. I swear of all the people that work here, she's the only one I truly HATE. She's also the only person I wouldn't forgive Mac for fucking if she managed to get in his pants. Another issue for another day, because knowing her, she'll absolutely put the moves on him... and then Luann will have to fire me for killing one of her girls. Thank fuck I have the day off.*"Hey Frankie!""Dylan." The store is a 5-minute drive from the studio so it's a quick stop for me. "How's my Reggie?""She's great! I'm taking her to the city this weekend.""She told me. She's really excited.""So am I! I've planned it all out so we visit all the spots she's put on her bucket list. Did you know she's always wanted to see Alcatraz?" I give him a sweet smile because this is the cutest thing on the planet. "Of course you do. You're her best friend and I swear, she'll be safe with me Frankie.""I know she will but if you two get into trouble of ANY kind, call me. I'll break every traffic law for you guys.""I will and speaking of calls... Here's the new phone.""Thank you.""How's working for Luann?""Not bad. She's a good boss, pays well.""So are you... an actress? Are they called actresses? I'm not sure, I don't know much about-""Dylan are you trying to ask if I'm a porn star?" he turns bright red and I'm gonna have to ask Reggie what she's told him. "I'm Luann's assistant. Make calls for her, grab lunch, help her make the film schedule, I've even come up with a few names for the movies but no. I'm not IN the movies.""That's good... I mean, not good. I'm sure you'd be... I'm going to give you the phone and stop talking."If he and Reggie don't end up married, it will solidify to me that love is a lie. How a man who grew up in Charming and went to school with our bunch of felons ended up so wonderful is a question for science."Tell Reggie I'll see her when you guys get back.""Will do. See ya later Frankie.""See ya Dylan."That boy is so fucking sweet he damn near gives me a toothache every time I talk to him. The relief I felt when Reggie told me she'd given him a chance took years of weight off my shoulders. He treats her so well and since he's not a part of SAMCRO, Reggie is kept blissfully unaware of their bullshit. Which is a blessing in itself because she doesn't need any more... oh hell no! I better be seeing things.Why is Mac talking to that piece of shit Darby? I didn't want Darby anywhere near Mac in the beginning; after rehab and getting his teeth fixed... absolutely fucking not. I made it crystal clear that if I paid to get his shit repaired that he wasn't to touch meth again. If I wanted to waste my money, I would've just set it on fire. This... this cannot happen. Not only is Darby a piece of shit but Clay will kill Mac if he finds out he's doing something with him. I wonder if I can interrupt without being obvious... shit! They're coming this way. OK so ducking into the restaurant and hiding in the booth isn't my finest hour but it gives me a little cover and I think I can hear a little of their conversation."Shipment needs to be ready to distribute by this weekend.""I know.""You try it?""No. You know I don't touch that shit anymore.""Frankie's got you wrapped around her little finger, don't she.""Paid for my teeth. Be a dick move to fuck 'em up again.""Tell me the truth... she as good in bed as everyone claims?"Mac if you answer that question, I will murder you!"Don't really see how that's any of your business. She's fucking me, not you."Not perfect but I'll take it."I could always ask Jax.""And I could always burn the lab to the fucking ground."What a fantastic idea."OK. OK, point made. Just remember, Friday night that shit needs to be done.""It will be.""Good... tell Frankie I said hi.""Ya, I'm not gonna do that."Darby smirks but leaves and I have to fucking hide underneath the goddamn table so Mac doesn't see me."Ma'am? Are you ok?""Um... yeah. I dropped an earring. Found it!" I'm pretty sure I'm holding a corn kernel but I'll puke later. "Have a good day.""You too?"That poor girl will never forget the crazy lady that dove under a table to pick up a piece of corn and called it an earring. Oh Mac, I'm gonna kill you but for now let's see if he's gonna lie to me about this."Mac?"He whirls around and looks a little caught out, but he's able to school his features and flash me a grin. "Hey baby."I give him a hug because if I don't he'll know somethings up. "What are you doing out here? I thought Clay had you working at the garage?""Had some shit to do... Thought you were workin today.""Luann went to go see Otto. Gave me the day off.""Must be my lucky day then.""How do you figure that?""Juice ain't home. Clay's got him doin somethin."He's biting his lip in a way that's way more distracting than it has a right to be but if he thinks I'm gonna fuck him while he's acting shady... he's right but there's gonna be a price to pay and Darby's going to learn his lesson the hard way. I'll do whatever the fuck I have to, to keep Mac away from the Meth trade. I've blown up one of his labs before, I'm willing to risk prison to do it again.
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I found out about Mac's deal with Darby on Wednesday so I've had two days to try and pretend everything is fine. A part of me hates myself for being so stupid because Mac was very upfront in the beginning; told me too many times to count that he wasn't going to change. Sure, maybe I hoped that getting clean would help and for a while I thought it had but now... now I'm laying in our bed watching him sleep and wondering how someone who looks so peaceful could do such terrible things. Not saying I'm any better but I've never worked for Darby... what's that say about me that HE is what I consider crossing a line? Gemma's right, I'm so damaged."Hmm... mornin baby."I'd be lying if I said he didn't sound adorable all sleepy like this. "Morning.""You gotta work today?""Yeah. Luann said there's some re-shoots we gotta do before we can go home tonight.""Any weird shit today?""Who knows. I did give Luann a list of things I refuse to see, so that's how you'll know something really fucked up is going on.""So I should tell the guys to go over whenever you've got a day off?""I mean... 50/50 chance either way."He lets out a small laugh before rolling over so he's hovering over me, his fingers gently moving the hair out of my face. Honestly if you'd told me in the beginning that he could be like this, I would've called you a fucking liar. Mac's shown a completely different side to himself since being clean and away from Walter. He's not perfect and there's been a few screaming fights between us where Juice has called my brother in, but there's been no further stabbings and since being back from rehab even the screaming matches have gone down. Only time those happen are when I want rough sex because they ALWAYS end with some really amazing makeup sex... yes I know I'm fucked up."What're you thinkin about?""You.""Oh yeah?""Yeah and how big of a pain in the ass you were in the beginning."He pulls a bitch face but if I know Mac, he'll give me shit right back. "You weren't exactly a picnic either princess.""Please. I was a delight."That earns me a small laugh along with a soft kiss, but when he draws back and looks at me again, it's with an expression I've never seen from him before. I'm not sure I trust it entirely but he's not angry so it can't be too bad."I need ta tell ya somethin and I need ya to believe me.""Alright. Is everything ok?"Who knows. Maybe he'll come clean and tell me about Darby."You made me fall in love with ya Frankie.""Please. You've been saying that since the beginning."I'm teasing but he looks serious and... holy fuck. Of all the things I saw coming, this wasn't one of them. I mean, do I love him back? I have no idea. Do you generally know? Am I supposed to say it back? Is it bad if I don't? Fuck!"Nah. I said 'you're makin me love you'... we both know this ain't that. Ain't nobody ever gave a damn about me before you. I know we were thrown together because of Devon and his shit, and yeah I stabbed you... more than once.""Not making a real great case for yourself Mac.""Damn it Frankie. I ain't good at this shit but I know I'm crazy about you. I know there isn't another fucking person I'd rather wake up next to. I ain't ever been in love with someone before but I'm pretty sure this is it."My urge to get up and run is strong but I'm going to force myself to stay put. A man like Mac doesn't say this shit easily and I'm very aware of the enormity of this moment... doesn't mean I know what the fuck to say back but I'll wing it."I-I don't know what you want me to say.""Ain't gotta say a damn thing. Just needed ya to know.""Why?""Why not?"Fair question I suppose. Doesn't change the fact that I'm not sure how to handle what he's just told me. With Jax it was as easy as breathing but now because of Jax I'm scared to death of the word."Mac, I've never been sure what to call this thing we've got going on. It's messy and sometimes violent. We've gotten into literal fist fights and there was a time that I genuinely hated you.""Wow. Way ta make a guy feel wanted.""Oh shut up." I gently shove his shoulder but he knows I'm not trying to get him to move, so he doesn't. "My point, if you'd let me fucking make it.""Be my guest.""Asshole." I scoff and he smiles, it's soft and kind and total opposite of who he once was. "Listen, I still don't know what to call us but I...""Like I said. You ain't gotta say a damn thing.""But I want to. I need you to know that I care about you and I'd rip this fucking town apart if something happened to you. I don't know if I can call what I feel love, not yet anyway, but you fucking matter to me Mac and I... I want you to stick around. We're probably the worst match in history but I wanna give it a go anyway.""Yeah?""Yeah.""So you sayin I can call you my old lady?""Why? You plannin on joining the club?""Keepin my options open.""Oh really?" I snark before pulling him into a quick kiss, only pulling back so I can give him my answer. "Yeah, you can call me your old lady."Well, so much for not knowing how I feel about the man. I couldn't actually get the words out but I think what I did say means even more to him. I told him I don't want him leaving, and if he does end up in the club, my being his old lady definitely says way more than he may realize... Guess I'm all in after all. Well what the fuck am I supposed to do now? He's working for Darby, he's lying to me or at the very least keeping it from me, when the club finds out they're gonna kill him... why does my choice in partners suck this badly? Of course now I can't think straight since he's kissing me absolutely breathless. Guess my overthinking can continue at work.*Well it's been 8 hours of Luann asking me which angle I thought made the cum glisten the best. I'm definitely not cut out for the porno industry but it made thinking an impossibility, which was nice."Alright sweetie. I will see you on Monday.""We're not shooting this weekend?""WE are but I've still got that list you gave me and-""Say no more but don't be surprised if some of the guys stop by. Mac may tell them that any day's off I have mean super kinky shit.""Yeah cause you really expect me to believe you're not into some of the shit on that list of yours.""Having it done to you and watching it done to someone else are two very different things.""Fair enough. So, Monday?""Monday."She gives me a kiss on the cheek and off I go but tonight is Friday and I haven't forgotten about what Mac's supposed to be doing tonight. However, he is home when I get back so whatever his plan is, I'm willing to bet he's gonna wait until I'm asleep. Fucker."Hey Frank!"Why are half of the Sons at my house? "Hey Tig... what's the occasion?""We need one to come see our favorite girl?"Normally I would say no but Mac is standing in his pajama pants and robe. No shirt but sunglasses on for some unknown reason. Smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee like he just woke up. Only it's 8 PM and none of the guys are giving him shit about ANY of this? Nah, somethings up."I guess not but usually the parties are at the clubhouse.""This isn't a party so much as a... social call.""You don't do social calls Tig so what's this really about?""Don't freak out." Yeah because those words have ever helped a situation. Seriously, what's my brother thinking? "Dad found out about you workin for Luann and we're here because he wants us to try and talk you into quitting.""Oh for fucks sake! Does he know I'm not IN the movies, I'm just... supervising.""You think he wanted details?"OK, so this is actually really funny but now I have to convince my aging father that I'm not taking two in the ass for a paycheck. That'll be fun."So... are you?""Are we what sugar?""Gonna try to talk me into quitting?""Hell no! Mac told us about that little trick of yours."Tig is way too excited right now and I may ask Juice to run to the store for some puppy pads, just to be on the safe side."Trick?""Yeah... you know?" I'm sure I do but I'm still gonna make him ask. "You got any days off soon?""Oh for fucks sake! MACKENZIE!" It's not that I didn't know this was going to happen, but it's still annoying and the exasperation is clear in my voice. When I tell you his head whips around so fast, I'm not entirely convinced it's not going to fall off."Never shoulda told you about that!"He's definitely talking about spilling the beans on what 'Mac' was short for. Honestly, I like the name Mackenzie but Walter used to make fun of him for it, some bullshit about it being a chicks name, so he's not as sold on it."Well ya did. Now... why the fuck did you tell Tig about my days off?""Cause ya never told me not to.""Touche"The guys all get a good laugh at that but this still feels like something else. I can definitely see my dad asking Opie to talk to me about the job, but the others? I don't think any of these guys have turned down a porn star, and a few of them used to watch me dance, so something's not adding up. If I ask them straight up, I'll get lied to and if I push the issue... I can't push the issue. I could pull Mac aside and call him out on the shit with Darby, but it's too risky with the others here. So what's a girl to do?"I know that look."One of the really annoying things about spacing out is how my face seems incapable of hiding what I'm thinking. It's very much a 'did I make that face out loud' situation. Seeing how Mac has walked over and now has an arm around my waist, I'm assuming my face spoke out of turn again. Then my arms take it upon themselves to go around his neck so I have to either look at him or stare at his chest, which either option is fine with me. I do end up choosing to look at his face only because if I ogle him too much, my brother may have an aneurysm. "What look?""We need ta talk?""I don't know. Do we?"He's studying my expression and finds something he doesn't quite trust. I think he's figured out that I know something I'm not supposed to but hasn't figured out how I know it."Frankie...""I'm fine. Today was just... you ever been aggressively hit on by someone covered in glitter and piss?""Can't say that I have.""Me either... until today.""What the hell kinda movie is Luann makin over there?" Tig's not sure if he's intrigued or disgusted, but it's him so I won't be surprised if he pays the studio a visit. "And what's on your list that's worse than glitter and piss?""You don't wanna know.""I think I do honey."Tig hitting on anything with tits is also not surprising but Mac is a little territorial. Shocking, I know. So he puts a hand to his shoulder and shakes his head at the man, one arm still around me but his hand is definitely on my ass."Tig. Don't hit on my old lady.""YOUR old lady? Frank?""Long story.""Is it? Or is it a short story you just don't wanna tell us?" So at the moment I've got Juice, Tig, Opie, Kip and Bobby at my house and they are now standing around me waiting for an answer. They can't really be surprised by this, especially not Juice. "You two finally puttin a label on this Bonnie and Clyde thing you got goin on?""Not sure why you're all so invested. We're not getting married or anything.""Answer the question Francesca.""OK, first of all big brother-""Frankie!""Jesus fuck! Fine! Yeah, we're official or whatever the hell you wanna call it. Damn! The hells the matter with you guys?"And then the money starts switching hands and everything makes sense. Mac just lets out a breathy chuckle before lighting another cigarette but I'm not exactly thrilled about them betting on my fucking romantic relationships. Bastards are gonna buy me lunch with that money."Don't be mad.""You put money on my love life Opie. Why shouldn't I be mad?""Because Jax owes me a hundred bucks.""I'll only not be mad if you give me half.""Half?! No way.""Half or I lie my ass off and fuck Juice to make it look good.""And have Mac kill me in my sleep? I think the fuck not Frankie!"Poor Juice. I really do rope him into the worst type of shit. "Talk to my brother then.""Dude, whatever she said... just agree."Opie's so not happy with me right now but it serves him right! I don't move from my spot, can't with the grip Mac's got on my ass, but I do put my hand on my hip to really drive the point home."What's it gonna be big brother?""You never have fought fair.""I know.""Good luck with her."Smart ass. The only reason he's deflecting is because he knows I'm about to dig my heels in and doesn't want to deal with that nightmare. I will hound him for that fifty bucks, may even get Donna involved... nah. My poor sister-in-law doesn't need to be put in the middle of our sibling bullshit."Harry Winston.""Francesca Annette.""Oh for fucks sake. He'll give it to ya sweetheart.""Thank you Tig." He leans down and gives me a kiss, which usually means they're leaving... "You guys heading out?""Yeah, there's uh... some shit we gotta take care of."He looks right at Mac who nods without realizing it. OK now I'm really confused... I hate being confused. I'd call Reggie but they left for the city this afternoon and I don't want to drag her down, especially since this has to do with Mac. Besides, the moment the words 'Mac's cooking meth again' left my lips, she'd drive all the way back here and put a bullet in his brain. No, ya know what? I've gotten too comfortable letting the club take care of me since being back. Time for me to take things into my own hands. I won't ask questions, I won't throw a bitch fit (maybe just a small one)... I'll do what I should've done years ago. Put a permanent end to Darby's shit.
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He fucks me so good we break the headboard and then waits until he thinks I'm asleep to slip out? That son of a bitch! I don't know who he thinks he's dealing with but clearly he forgot who the fuck I am. I'm not the only one that's gotten too comfortable; He's apparently forgotten the knock-down, drag-out fights we had back in Caineville. Forgot that I fight for mine and now that he's mine, I'm gonna fight for him too. I don't give a good goddamn if Darby tries to put a hit out on him, I'll deal with that lowlife, but I'll be damned if Mac's gonna get back into that life. I know Darby and he'll absolutely pull the same shit Mac's buddy did all those years ago. Figure out how to slip some shit in his food or drink, get him re-hooked. I think the fuck not. I'm aware this is giving off some serious 'I own him' vibes but I'd be doing the same damn thing if it was Opie or Juice or Chibs... hell even if this was Jax. Darby is a goddamn epidemic and he's already ruined too many lives with his shit. Time for me to burn it all down.I don't have to follow Mac to find the place... he doesn't know how to turn off his location on his phone. No I didn't do that on purpose and yes this is the first time I'll be using it, but fuck does it make things easy. Of course once I pull up and see his bike in front of the place, it wouldn't have been difficult to find even without help from an app. Darby's always been an opportunistic fuck, looking for the easiest and cheapest way to make money. So the only abandoned house in Nord territory... yeah, I coulda found this. I'm pretty sure Mac's inside but I need to make sure no one else is here. I don't see an extra vehicle but he could be parked on the other side... yep. Maybe I should burn the place down with him inside it. I can get Mac out... Nope. Bad Frankie."This is some good shit." I move so I'm under an open window, I wanna hear EVERYTHING. "Sure you don't wanna try it?""How many fuckin times I gotta tell you: I don't touch that shit anymore.""Yeah, yeah. Frankie and all that shit. When you gonna throw that mouthy gash in the trash where she belongs?""Watch your fucking mouth!""Please. Everyone in town knows Frankie's only good for one thing. Heard she's workin at Cara Cara...""Not as a fucking porn star.""You sure about that?" Mac doesn't answer but I can perfectly picture the look he's giving Darby. Especially when the man starts to backtrack. "I mean, I'm assuming her old man and big brother wouldn't want her in the life. Don't see Jax minding too much... if she does make a movie, would you mind if I-"There's a very loud clatter and I have to flatten myself against the wall so I'm not spotted. When Mac speaks next, he is SEETHING with rage. "Say one more fucking thing about Frankie and I'll cut your heart out and eat it in front of you! Got that?""Yeah. Sure. Frankie's off limits.""Good. Now get the fuck out so I can finish this shit.""Whatever you say."Darby kowtowing to Mac? I'm not even gonna pretend I don't find that sexy as fuck. Nothing turns me on more than watching Mac put a motherfucker in his place. Also, standing up for me? What? Sure we had that talk earlier this morning, but a hardened criminal taking up for a woman he once tried to kill? Who says change is impossible? And... there goes Darby. Bye Darby I'm gonna destroy your operation and then come after you. Hope you don't have any plans for this weekend."Stupid fucking prick."Well from his muttering, Mac doesn't seem to actually like Darby. Not that it would've mattered or stopped me from what I've come here to do... speaking of: time for me to do what I do best... destroy property. First I have to put on my gloves and then I will pour the gasoline on the outside, I doubt Mac will notice the smell, not with the chemicals he's working with. The gloves are because... well it should be obvious. I'm not trying to leave behind fucking fingerprints. A burned down meth lab is still a crime scene and I'm absolutely in the police database. I want to ruin Darby's life, not go to jail for how I choose to go about accomplishing that.This next part takes a little while. It's not super easy to toss gasoline onto a house, especially since I'm trying to avoid getting any splashed on me. I'm also wearing a bandana over my mouth to keep from inhaling too many of the fumes. First time I did this, I forgot that part and it... it sucked. Hey, I occasionally learn from my mistakes. Not as often as my brother would like but I digress. Once I have everything just how I like it, I'm gonna move his bike far enough away so it doesn't get destroyed in the blast, and... time to make some noise. I need to do something to get him outside of the lab but when I come back, he's not inside... maybe he had to take a piss? No time like the present. Burn motherfucker bur-Whoever tackled me is about to get ripped a new asshole! I punch first and ask questions later, the person getting in a punch of their own before pinning me to the ground and going in for another hit. Thankfully it's to the ribs and not the face and I do get in another swing before finally realizing this isn't Darby or one of his other goons, it's Mac."GET THE FUCK OFF ME!""Frankie?" Mac pulls the beanie off my head and I move the bandana away from my face so he can see, yes, it's me. He finally lets me up and somehow doesn't look angry, just very confused. "What the fuck are you doing here?""ME?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!""Shhh!""Don't you shush me! I want some fucking answers Mac!""Baby, I swear I'll tell you whatever you wanna know but-" he holds his hand out for my chosen method of pyromania, but I'll be damned if I give it over peacefully and he knows it. "Come on Frankie, don't be like this.""Like what? Fucking pissed?"He just shrugs and that's all she wrote, I light the book of matches I always keep on me (mind your business), and he rushes me. I'm grabbed from around the waist and though it's not as bad as our previous fights, it still triggers my bitch switch. I bring an elbow down on his face and it forces him to drop me. When he shakes it off, I'm in my boxing stance and he's... surprised? Worried?"I'm not gonna fuckin fight you Frankie!""Why not? Afraid I'll kick your ass?""No. Because I don't fucking want to, already feel bad enough for tackling you, and besides we're on the same damn side!""Bullshit! I know you're working with Darby! I fucking heard you talking to him outside the diner! Heard you again tonight! You're cooking for that bastard! How does that put us on the same fucking side Mac?!""It's not... there's more going on than you know.""Like what?""I can't...""Just tell her Mac." Clay? Oh this son of a bitch. I turn around slowly and am met by all the main players of SAMCRO. "Not his fault Frankie.""What the absolute FUCK?!""Go ahead guys, finish what she started. Go home Frankie, we'll talk later.""NO! I'm not fucking leaving!"I'm staring daggers at him when the place goes up in flames. Since this place is in the middle of nowhere, we've got time until the fire department shows and I want fucking answers. The guys are now back by us and they're all looking at me like I'm some feral animal."Better tell her Clay. When my sister looks that pissed, she's seconds away from killing someone."A few of the guys laugh but Opie's being serious and Mac knows it. He's standing next to Clay and this very much feels like a them against me situation. There's an invisible line that's been drawn in the ground and right now I'm on one side while they're on the other."Mac's been working as a prospect since you brought him here.""But I thought... we fucking talked about that Clay! Why'd you bother asking if you were gonna turn around and-""I know I asked ya Frankie but Club voted. Figured it'd be easier to keep him under control if he was a prospect.""No fucking way! I've seen how you treat fucking prospects! They always get the shit jobs and-""You weren't always around darling. The rest of the time he was tasked with keeping an eye on you. Especially after the deal you made with the Mayans. Needed to make sure you stayed under the radar since you're supposed to be dead and all. Can't have you making waves, pique Walter's interest and start shit up again.""You lying piece of shit!""Never lied ta ya Frankie. You asked for our protection, this is how I gave it. I told you in the beginning: you and Reggie, no questions asked but Mac had to earn his way in.""I never wanted..." In this moment it hits me how much what I want doesn't come into play here. Clay has always done just what he wants. He saw the same potential in Mac that I did. Using that crazy streak in him for the benefit of SAMCRO. It doesn't matter that I saw this coming from a mile away, in this very second all the air feels like it's left my lungs, but there's still on thing I need to know. "You patching him in?"Please say no. Please say no."As a matter of fact... I know it ain't been a year but I think we can all agree that Mac's gone above and beyond for the club. With that in mind: all in favor of Mac patching in?" Every fucking hand goes up, although Opie manages to look a little apologetic, doesn't change that it takes a unanimous vote and Mac just got it. "Welcome to SAMCRO Mac.""We got your cut back at the clubhouse."All the guys are patting him on the back but I can't deal with this shit right now. I never wanted to be an old lady, not after Jax. Not with knowing all the shit I know. Sure I said something completely different earlier, but I just thought he phrased it that way after being around the guys for so long. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this shit now? Cheating is pretty fucking common and I've had enough of that to last a lifetime. It's one thing to screw around with the members, plenty of women do that, but being legit involved with someone that's a member? The only person I've seen it work for is Gemma and she's had to overlook a LOT of bullshit. Don't get me wrong, I love these assholes with all my heart. They're family and I would be lost without them but I'm not fucking blind. I'm a proud daughter of SAMCRO and I really do love all these men (Jax doesn't count), but that doesn't mean I agree with some of the shit they've done. I'm not angry about them already having a plan to put Darby out of business but I am angry about them using Mac. I'm angry that Clay made it seem as though he was taking my concerns seriously, at least the ones involving Mac joining SAMCRO. I'm angry that I was once again lied to and I'm angry because it's just a matter of time before it happens again. Old ladies are expected to keep their mouth's shut and look the other way; if I'd known about all this, our conversation this morning would've sounded a lot different. Although it does make a lot of fucking sense that he worded it like that... fuckhead"Frankie girl? Where ya goin lass?""The fuck away from here!"As I storm off toward my car, I hear one of the guys say: "Oh so she's PISSED-pissed."Damn right I am but the fuck am I supposed to do? There's a laundry list of reasons why I owe the club. Not just my loyalty but my life as well. So I'm going to go stay with my dad for a few days and pout, but then I'll do what I always do... get the fuck over it and take any leftover pent-up aggression out on an opponent. Been way too long since I've had a good match and since I'm not doing porn as an actress, Luann won't mind if I show up with some bruises. Maybe I need to find a healthier outlet... another problem for another time... is that my new motto? Fuck I need supervision.
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"Frankie. You got a minute?"Of course Gemma would come to my work. I've been avoiding basically everyone associated with the club for a week now. Obviously my brother and dad don't count, but everyone else... Dad found out that pretty much everyone knew what the hell was going on and he's pissed they kept this from not only me, but him as well. Granted I can kinda understand why, considering he tells me WAY more than he's supposed to. My dad gives zero fucks on the best of days. I am curious what loophole Clay used so my dad's vote wasn't needed to patch Mac in, not curious enough to ask though because dad's pissed about that as well. However, even after all this shit went down I can tell he's pretty damn ecstatic that I've distanced myself from Mac. His rants involving that man have gone down a lot since I started staying with him but ya know what? I'd prefer to listen to him bitch about Mac a hundred times a day than be without the asshole. Right now I'm 100% being petty by shutting them all out, but there's a part of me that's been questioning things that hurt to question."What do you want Gemma?"I'm trying to find some more fights that actually pay out (got one lined up even), Luann fully on board with me letting off some steam. Especially since I slapped Ima yesterday. She didn't fire me but she did say "She's a bitch but she's a bitch that earns. I'm not mad at ya for bein angry but if you're gonna stay angry, at least get paid for it." So here I am, getting into contact with anyone in driving distance, betting my face that I can beat their best... or I was until Gemma walked over and closed my laptop."Don't be a frigid bitch to me Francesca Annette. I've known you for too damn long." I look up at her and she can see the pissy expression I'm wearing. What does she expect? "How long are you gonna hold a grudge?""Forever seems reasonable.""Don't be like that baby. You know damn well that doesn't get you anywhere in life.""Gets me away from SAMCRO drama.""Does it?" I narrow my eyes at her and she takes the seat beside me, her hand resting on my knee. "Guys said you're Mac's old lady. Doesn't sound to me like you want out of the drama.""That was before I knew.""Please. You're too smart to be acting so fucking stupid." I scoff at her audacity and move my leg so her hand drops. She should know by now that antagonizing me doesn't do shit but piss me off. This is Gemma though so she's not at all phased. "Come on Frankie. I've seen you with him, seen how much being with you has changed him. Never thought I'd say this but you two are made for each other.""Yeah sure. We mix perfectly; just like oil and water.""No baby. That was you and Jackson." She's not wrong but I'm not going to tell her she's right. "I may not have been crazy about Mac in the beginning but things are different. Clay and the guys say he's-""Believe it or not Gemma, I don't give a fuck what they're saying. They fucking lied to me! Clay took a vulnerable moment and made me believe my opinion gave a damn! I told him I didn't want Mac in the club.""You also said it was up to him.""Yeah I did, so why did he bother asking what I'd choose if I had a say in it? If he was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted, why'd he make me think otherwise? That's what I can't get past Gemma. I've been loyal as fuck to SAMCRO, just like you. The only thing I asked was for them to be fucking honest with me about shit that involves me.""Does Mac patching in really involve you though?""I thought it did. Thought maybe him and me... but clearly I was wrong. He doesn't give a damn about my opinion anymore than Clay does. Women are expected to look pretty and keep our legs open but our mouths shut... well, maybe I can't do that."She's wearing an expression that says I've got a point but we're not exactly in a private location so she's not going to agree. When two 'old ladies' are talking shit with one another, that's fine and the guys understand. The issue comes in when someone on the outside overhears."Do you love him?""What? Who?""Mac. Do you love him?" my mouth clamps shut and I start fiddling with my rings, giving her the answer I refuse to. "That's what I thought.""Doesn't matter. He doesn't love me back.""Oh baby, we both know that's not true. I talked to Mac before coming here today, he's going crazy without you. Told me he loves you.""He said that?""Yeah and I know for a fact he's said it to you, so stop trying to bullshit me."Gemma has a way of getting people to open up to her, tell them her secrets. Which she can use for good or evil and in this moment I'm not sure which way that pendulum swings."I'm still angry."She nods once, walks over to the door and checks that no one's around before closing and locking it. When she sits back down she takes a deep breath and leans forward, her hand resting on my cheek in a motherly way, and I brace myself for what she's about to say. Because she only does this when she's about to set someone straight."When you first got here, you looked like you were on death's doorstep. Whether you admitted it or not, we all knew your injuries were from him. Helps that your friend Reggie opened up to your brother and Donna. All of the guys wanted Mac dead for what he did to you and I'm sure there's even more to that shit you still haven't told us.""Sometimes shit happens that doesn't need drug back up.""That's what I thought... so with that in mind, it was only a matter of time until he did something stupid. Clay had him looked into and found out all the shit you failed to mention. The rapes and murders...""So I didn't mention it at first? Not like Clay's hands are exactly clean."Gemma levels me with a look that warns me to tread VERY carefully and I bite my tongue before she hauls off and slaps me."I'm not here to debate whose man is the lesser of two evils but we both know that Clay couldn't let someone like Mac loose in Charming. And whether you see it or not, he didn't want you having to deal with that shit on your own because of how much he cares about you. Bringing him in as a prospect was the best thing that could've happened for the both of you! Kept Mac alive and you from losing your damn mind. So you can be angry at them for as long as you want but we both know everything that happened was done out of love for you!""Not just because of that." She leans back in her chair again and is giving me a hard look. I'm not saying she's wrong but clearly we're not here to bullshit each other. She can give me all the advice she wants, and I'll take it, but she knows I'm not naive. "Yeah, sure. It was obvious that Mac was a violent degenerate when we first got here. I didn't try to cover that up but stop acting like everything Clay did was JUST for me. He saw the same fucking thing I did and used it to his benefit... just like I did.""The hell are you talking about?""I was taught by SAMCRO that if you can get a violent psychopath on your side, that they can be one hell of an ally. I may not know everything the club does but I know that it's rarely legal. He had a need for someone with Mac's talents. Needed someone not above doing truly heinous shit. Sure he's got Happy but Happy can't be in two places at once. There were whispers of ATF and the Feds creeping around while all the Mayan shit was going down. Missing persons, bodies discovered... torn to pieces. All signs pointed to Mac and now Clay has a hitman at his beck and call. So while the idea in the beginning may have been to take some of the weight off my back, I refuse to believe that his intentions were completely pure.""So that's it then? You're just gonna write off the only family you've ever known?""No. I never said that but I need to be angry right now mama. I need to process all the shit that's happened this past year. I need to come to terms with the people I love most lying to me in this caliber and I need to figure out where Mac fits in my life. Because yeah, I love him. Haven't told him yet and fuck have I tried to fight against it, but... my choice in men has never been great so I doubt anyone's surprised by him and me.""We're really not." She's got a soft smile on her face when she stands up. I'm not so pissed that I don't get up to say goodbye, hugging her back when she pulls me in. "I get it baby. Needing to be mad. Just don't let it fester. The club's not perfect but those guys love you to pieces. Besides, it's not the same without you there to help me keep 'em in line.""Just a few more days. I've got a fight lined up this weekend, I'm sure beating the shit out of someone will make me feel better.""Where at?""Stockton.""Give me the address. We'll be there." She gives me a kiss on the cheek and I have to admit, I do feel a little better. Talking this out may have been what I needed. "I love ya baby girl. I'm always here for you; ya just have to stop shutting us out when you get pissed.""I know but at least I'm not running too far this time."It was obvious what she was talking about. Last time I got angry, I moved away from Charming. Didn't talk to anyone but my family for weeks. When I finally answered Gemma's call, she'd yelled at me for 10 minutes before calming down enough so we could have a real talk. I didn't say everything I wanted about Jax but it ended up being a good conversation, a lot like this one."You better not. I'll lock you in my basement if you try it.""Kinky."That gets her to laugh and she gives me one more kiss before heading out. Luann must've been waiting for her friend to leave, because 2 minutes later she's peeking her head in to check on me... mama hens, the lot of 'em."You ok baby girl?""Yeah. I think so.""You goin back?""To what?""Mac."Well fuck. So much for this topic being put to bed. "I... I don't know yet. We need to talk some shit out but I don't think I'm ready yet.""I get that baby. Those men of ours, drive us crazy in the best and worst ways.""That's putting it mildly." She lets out a soft laugh and I lean against the wall with my arms crossed. Not quite a defensive pose but not open either. "How do I do this Luann?""Do what sweetie?""Be an old lady. How do I deal with all the lies that comes with loving someone involved in SAMCRO?""You already know how to do that. You've been a part of the family for a long time.""Yeah but not like this.""You and Jax?" Oh no. He is not someone I want to discuss, at least not anything about our relationship. "I know he's a touchy subject for you Frankie but you have been through this once before.""Yeah and look how that ended? If I knew how to deal with the shit, I would still be with Jax.""I know you think that Frankie but even if he hadn't fucked up, I doubt you two would've lasted.""How come?""I saw a few of your arguments. One of you would've ended up in the ground."If she only knew how me and Mac can be... "Yeah well. Even with all the bullshit I was still crazy about him.""I know it baby but not everyone is meant to be"I hate that she's got a point and it's not like I want Jax back, but those memories still suck to think about. First love and all that bullshit. "Alright, you may have a point but I still don't know how to do THIS. Different guy, same shit? How am I supposed to really know if Mac's any different? How do I not go batshit crazy as an old lady?""Well, first off Mac and Jax are as different as night and day. Something you already know so stop acting like a crow eater who can't see beyond the cut." Luann is a bit softer around the edges than Gemma, not by a lot, but enough so that I'm a little taken aback by her saying that. Something she notices since she clears her throat and is back to normal Luann. "Listen, it's not an easy thing sugar but if you really love the guy, you make exceptions.""Cheating?""No because you've already put up that boundary. Just cause Jax didn't respect it, don't mean Mac won't.""You don't know Mac.""Not well but I know you. You're not stupid Frankie, if you thought he was gonna do ya dirty, you'd have put a bullet in his head by now. You see somethin in him that you didn't see in Jackson and I'll be honest honey: Jax never looked at you the way Mac does. That man loves you.""How can you be sure?""Because he looks at you the way Otto looks at me."She's not wrong. I don't want our relationship to end up like theirs, but I've heard the guys talking about Otto. Pretty sure he's never cheated on Luann, which is fucking rare in this particular MC."Thank you Luann.""Of course baby... just make sure you forgive him sooner rather than later.""Why?""The vultures will start circling if you're not careful."Well damn. Can't have these bitches moving in on what's mine. "They try it and you'll be missing some actresses.""Long as you replace 'em..."I want to tell her no fucking way but my alarm goes off, and I suppose this conversation will have to take a rain check. "Fuck. I have to go pick up the kids for Donna. Is it ok if I dip out early?""Of course. I'll see ya in the morning."*Rushing out to my car, I'm trying to dig my keys out of my purse when I hear a familiar voice. One I usually try to ignore but his bike is parked right next to me."Frankie, you got a minute?" I stop too suddenly and the keys fly out of my hand, landing in front of his feet. Well damn. "Here."I'm a little surprised he gives them back. He knows I'm not above getting in and driving away without even glancing his way."Thanks.""We need to talk.""Yeah. A lot of people have needed that today. What'd you want Jackson? I've gotta go pick up the kids for my brother.""This is gonna take a minute.""OK well, I don't have a minute.""That's fine. You gonna be at your old man's later?""Yeah.""I'll stop by around 9?""Fine."The only reason I agree is because I have to go and if I try to say no, he'll make me late for school pick up. I think I made it too easy though because he's got his too perfect smile flashing at me and comes and places a kiss on my cheek."Great. See ya tonight."I think my brain glitched because it takes him leaving on his bike and me getting in the car before I realize what just happened."The hell did I just agree to?"
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"Aunt Frankie""Yes baby?""Will you ask mom if I can put pink in my hair?"My niece, Ellie, is going through a new phase and Donna may not be completely ready for it. I had to drop something off at work and though the kids stayed in the car, they still saw one of the girls walk out and she happens to have pink hair. I highly doubt my niece has dreams of becoming a porn star but she saw that pink hair and lost her damn mind."Oh sweet girl. I'm already going to be in deep crap with your mom when she finds out I brought you with me to Cara Cara.""So?""So why don't we wait a bit before asking her about the hair. Besides, you've got beautiful hair.""What's so beautiful about it? It's the same color as yours."My nephew is unimpressed but that's pretty normal for him. He's still salty that I wouldn't take him to get a real tattoo at the age of 8."Exactly! And WE have beautiful hair."I don't hear them say anything in retort but I do hear the telltale sound of Ellie sticking her tongue out and Kenny retaliating by pushing her. THEN I hear the normal bickering that comes from siblings. They remind me so much of Ope and me at this age and I can't help but smile. All this bullshit that's been going on and the craziness in my backseat is what's bringing me peace. I really would be lost without my family but I could do without the empty McDonald's cup that goes whizzing by my head."HEY!" the fighting stops IMMEDIATELY and when I look in the rear-view mirror, they both look appropriately ashamed. "You tryna get me to crash?""No.""Sorry Aunt Frankie.""You two wanna duke it out, we do it at the house like I taught ya.""Mom took our boxing gloves away.""Why?" when I bought them for the kids, they were under very strict rules that they were not to be used without adult supervision. They're not real boxing gloves, just the kiddy ones and I even added extra padding, but by the way they won't meet my eye I'm guessing they did something sneaky... yeah, they're Winston kids for sure. "Ellie. Kenny... don't you get quiet on me now. The truth.""We uh...""SHH!""No sir." Time to get to the bottom of this. We're almost to the house but I don't like this attitude from him, and I'm gonna nip it in bud right now. So I pull over, put the car in park, and turn around in my seat. "Out with it Kenny. Tell me the truth.""We just wanted to see what real boxing was like. Dad said that you do it and we wanted to see how tough you were.""You must REAL tough Aunt Frankie because that hurt like a bitch!"Oh for fucks sake... I'm not saying I'm surprised that came out of her mouth but I do not swear in front of my niece and nephew. Shocking I know but Donna threatened to hang me by my tits if her kids picked up my swearing habit and I believe her!"Language young lady.""Sorry."Man this pick up ended up way more interesting than I thought it'd be. Porn stars with pink hair, my niblings boxing one another, and Ellie swearing. I will be telling Opie that at the next pick-up I expect to be paid. Of course I'm kidding! Reggie's not my only weak spot. I love these two little monsters but I will be asking where Ellie learned the word bitch... seriously, not me."OK so... you two got the gloves. I know there's enough padding in there to not hurt or there was last time I checked." Kenny starts shifting in the seat and has found something outside the window very interesting. "Out with it Kenny.""I dunno. You said you added more soft stuff so I just took it out again.""Yeah but he took out too much!"Oh no. "OK well, I can guess how this ends. Who ended up with the black eye?""I did."I'm not going to encourage this but I do give Ellie an impressed look. Girl may have a future in boxing. "And what did you two learn from that little exercise?""Leave the boxing to you!""And don't you forget it." I smile at both of them, reaching over to ruffle Kenny's hair and tug gently on Ellie's braid. "Alright my little monsters. Let's get you home. Aunt Frankie has some things to get ready for and I promised your mom I'd get you dinner before I left the house.""Can we have pizza?""Do you have pizza at home?""No...""We hoped you'd get us some."This one is my fault. I spoil these two absolutely rotten and they've both learned that Aunt Frankie is the one to go to when they want something. Doesn't mean I'll always tell them yes, but their chances are better with me than their parents."Alright but we gotta get a barbecue chicken one for your mom so she doesn't kill me."I get very excited cheers for my answer and we're back on track to finish out this crazy day. I handed Ellie my phone with the Pizza Hut app open and told her to order what they wanted, which will end up biting me in the ass I'm sure, but it's whatever. I own my house (paid off but don't ask where the money came from), don't have my own kids, still drive the piece of shit Jetta Clay got for me (not happy about it but it gets pretty good gas mileage), and Luann pays me fucking well. I'm not saying I'm drowning in money but I've got enough extra to spring for entirely too much pizza."What'd you order baby girl?"I had to turn the car around to get to Pizza Hut so she legit had free reign of the order. Since she and Kenny were quiet, leaning close together, and whispering over the menu... I'm gonna end up with a trunkful of pizza aren't I?"Mom's gross pizza, stuffed crust pepperoni and bacon, Dad's meat lover pizza, wings, bread sticks, cheesy bread sticks, Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper, Diet Pepsi, a brownie, and cinnamon sticks.""So the entire menu?" Ellie just shrugs but I figure this will give Donna a couple meals she doesn't have to cook. At least that's what I'm gonna use as an excuse when she looks at me like I'm crazy. "Do I wanna know the total?""Probably not" Kenny laughs, his mischievous smile really is everything."Great. Well, how long we gotta wait?""Says 25 minutes.""So... park?""YES!"Easy enough. There's a park a block from the store and since Donna won't be home for another hour, it gives us something to do. I could re-stuff the boxing gloves but knowing my nephew, it wouldn't last long. Besides, this lets them run off some extra energy. Considering they shot out of the car like the energizer bunny on crack, I'm gonna assume this was the right choice... or I would but I also see the Mayan I... showed a very good time and oh goodie, he's walking towards me. FUCK! What else is this day gonna drop in my lap."Frankie... long time no see." He's running his thumb across his lip and I'm sure he's trying to look sexy but there's only one man that can do that and get a reaction out of me. "Lookin good.""Thanks. So, what brings you to this part of town?""Just... takin in the sights."He's not even trying to hide how much he's checking me out right now. Down big boy before I have to break your kneecaps. "Great well... enjoy."I go to leave but he grabs hold of my arm and pulls me towards him, the expression I give him holding the only warning I'm gonna give. "Heard you left Walter's junkie son. Wanna see what a real Mayan could do for ya?""No thanks." I glance over at the kids and am relieved to see them still playing, blissfully unaware of what's currently happening. "And I don't know who's giving you information but I haven't left Mac.""No?""No.""Pity... think he'd be up for sharin?""Not a fucking chance!"I don't know where the fuck he came from but he looks like he wants to rip this man's arm off and beat him with it. Of course this is the first time in a week I'm seeing him and goddamn does he look good. His cut fits him so well I momentarily forget I'm mad he patched in. Not that I have long to admire him, seeing how he grabs the guy and slams him against a tree. Well now we have an audience."Easy man!""Keep your fucking hands off my girl or I'll chop 'em off!""Mac!" I'm not going to pull him away and I didn't yell his name, but my whispered hiss is enough to get his attention. Jerking my head towards the onlookers and giving a small shake of my head. "We don't need another war."I don't actually think this would cause that but it's still enough to get him to let the guy go. He slams him once more against the tree but does back up, coming over to stand beside me. He's wearing that deadly look in his eyes that tells me this may not be as over as I'd hope."Didn't mean ta bother you Frankie. Was good ta see you. You get bored with this pendejo, give me a call. I'll show you a REAL good time.""You are really pushing it." I warn and he seems to find this funny because he's smiling when he finally walks away. I want to turn and hug Mac, kiss his stupid face, but I hear Ellie's concerned voice so he'll have to follow if he wants to talk. "Comin baby girl!""Frankie, wait a damn minute.""I'm here with Opie's kids. I don't have time for your shit Mac.""I ain't here to start shit. I just wanna talk."Everyone wants to fucking talk today. Is Mercury in Retrograde or some shit because this is getting ridiculous. "Fine but stay here." He doesn't say anything but takes a seat at the picnic table, lighting a cigarette and letting me take care of the kids. "What's the matter sweet girl?""Are you ok?""I'm fine baby. That was just... a misunderstanding.""Dad said those guys are bad.""Which guys? Mac?""No. The other guy."I have serious doubts my brother's having conversations with his children about the Mayans, but I suppose they'd be lumped in with the 'stranger danger' conversation. It's part of the life of an MC kid. I was taught at a much younger age than them that SAMCRO was the only cut I was to trust or talk to. Generalizations are just easier when it comes to kids."He... he's an old friend. Was just sayin hi.""Really?""Yeah. Why don't you guys get back to playing? We've only got a few more minutes until we gotta pick up our order. I gotta go talk to Mac for a sec, ok?" they both give me a hug before running back to the jungle gym so now I guess I should go talk to the man that's got me in complete knots. I don't sit, just stand in front of him with my arms crossed. "Why are you here Mac?""Saw ya drivin, thought I'd come say hi.""That's it? Come say hi? Please, if you're gonna lie to me at least make it a good one."He lets out a small scoff but I see the smile so he's not mad. At least not until he reaches for my hand and I turn away. "Don't be like that baby.""Don't tell me what to do.""How long are ya gonna be pissed at me?""A year."His eyes about bug out of his head and he runs an unsteady hand through his hair. He knows damn well I'm capable of remaining angry for as long as I want."Why a year?""How long you've been lying to me plus interest.""Lying... Frankie, I didn't have a fucking choice! Clay was gonna put a bullet in my fucking head if I didn't agree to his fucking terms!""We could've left Charming. We could've gone to the city or to the East Coast or to fucking Antarctica.""But we didn't and I was only followin your lead. You're the one that brought up SAMCRO in Utah.""Yeah because you were going to kill me!""I wasn't gonna-" he stops before the lie can come out of his mouth and backtracks a little, his voice lowering so any kids around won't hear whatever else he's about to say. "I was gonna keep ya. Didn't give a fuck what Devon wanted.""Yeah because if you did, he'd still be alive.""But he ain't because we killed him... something I'd do all over again for you." I'm so thankful he's whispering because this is not a public appropriate conversation. It also catches me enough off guard that when he stands up and wraps his arms around me, I don't react quick enough to push him off. "I'm sorry Frankie. I shoulda said something but Clay told me you knew not ta ask certain questions. Said you'd understand... shoulda known your stubborn ass would be pissed.""I am.""I know." I finally uncross my arms, placing my hands on his upper arms and meeting his eyes. "I miss you baby. Hate wakin up without you.""I... I need time Mac.""How much?""I don't know... I've got all of these questions and no one is going to answer them.""I'll answer the ones I've got answers to.""Why'd you stop me from burning down the place?""Oh you wanna start right now?" I'm glaring daggers at him but it just makes him pull me closer. I'm pretty sure it turns him on when I'm looking at him like I want to kill him. "Fine... I had to.""Why? Clay was gonna do it anyway, why stop me?""There was... shit he needed ta get out first?""What shit?""I dunno.""This conversation is over."I try to push him away but he's like a damn anaconda with his vice grip on me. I could make a scene but I don't wanna freak out the kids so I dig my nails into his biceps, earning a groan from him but I'm not sure if it sounds like pain or pleasure... those lines always do get a little blurred with us."I ain't lyin. He didn't tell me, just said he needed shit out of the house before we torched it.""You swear?""Yes." I release my grip and he moves one of his arms to check the damage, the crescent shaped marks bleeding a little. "Damn woman, I forgot how mean you can be.""Aunt Frankie! Pizza!""I gotta go.""You comin home?" Ellie's getting Kenny off the swings so I have a few seconds to answer his question before I need to leave. I really wasn't expecting to get ambushed today and it feels a little premeditated. "Come on Frankie. A weeks been too damn long, come home.""No.""Then when?""After the fight this weekend. We'll talk more and see where we go from there.""The hell does that mean?"I don't want him to panic so I quickly explain before he can start yelling. "I'm not saying I want to end things with you.""Better not be. You're mine and I ain't gonna share ya with no one.""Share me?""The Mayan.""Yeah, no. Been there, done that, not impressed." He quirks an eyebrow but I wave him off. I definitely don't need him learning about THAT. "What I meant was... After all this, I've been questioning a lot of shit and I... I'm not sure... how do I know-""I love you Frankie. If that's what you've been questioning, don't.""Aunt Frankie!""I gotta go.""Alright but me and you are gonna finish this. I want my old lady back home."I shouldn't let him get to me but he just... does. I've been without his touch for a week and it's felt like going through withdrawals. This may come bite me in the ass but it doesn't stop me from wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. It's not raunchy or anything and I don't let it last long but it helps with the ache that's settled into my chest."Later Mac."It hurts to let go and I'm sure he watches me get the kids and walk to my car. How do I know? Because when I get back into the Jetta I do the same damn thing; watch him go to his bike and not leaving until I hear it's engine."Aunt Frankie, are you ok?""I'm fine baby. Let's go get that pizza!"**Well, Opie was THRILLED to see what I got for dinner. Donna was mildly irritated until she saw her favorite. I also mentioned her not needing to make lunch tomorrow and she seemed relieved; I know packing the kids school lunches can be obnoxious. Wrapping a couple slices of pizza in some tin foil and putting it in the boxes makes things simple for her. However, nothing is simple for me because when I get home, Jackson Teller is in my dad's driveway... Kinda forgot about this."Jax.""Frankie... thought we said 9.""We did but I was having dinner with Ope and the kids.""Donna cook?""Nope. I ordered pizza.""You ordered or the kids?""Kids." I smile, leaning against my car. No need to be bitchy at this juncture in the conversation. "Let Ellie use the app on my phone.""Oh so what I'm hearing is there's leftovers?""So many." This is a very safe topic and I want to remain in it but I also just want to rip this band aid off so here it goes. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you're not here to talk about what I got the kids for dinner.""Right to the point?""I've had too many people wanting to talk to me today Jax. Kinda wanna get this one out of the way so I can go to bed. I've got a lot of cocks to look at tomorrow."He lets out a slightly uncomfortable laugh but steps away from his bike and is now invading my bubble. Fuck these men and not understanding personal space."I miss you Frankie. We all do. When are you coming back around?""I know you saw Gemma at Cara Cara. Why didn't you ask her?""Wanted to hear it from you."It almost looks like he's gonna kiss me, the way his head is dipped low but I also know this move too well. He uses it when he wants to fluster a woman and fuck does it work."I uh... I got a fight this weekend. Told your mom I'd stop by afterward... fights usually make me feel better. Clear my head.""Good. You know you can stay at the clubhouse for as long as ya want.""Why would I stay there? I have my own house Jackson.""Yeah but until Mac moves out-""He's not... I'm not kicking him out.""You really wanna live with your ex?""Ex?" that causes me to pause and I move so I'm away from my car. "He's not my ex. We're still... things are messy right now but we didn't break up.""What? Why?""Not really any of your business.""He's not good for you Frankie!""And you are?""I didn't... that's not... you deserve better than an ex-junkie who once stabbed you."One thing I really hate is the claim he feels like he still has on me, because Donna's right, that's what this is plain and simple. "He's different since being clean. He loves me.""Says who?""Him. Your mom. Luann...""Men like that don't know the meaning of the word. Come on Frankie, you've gotta see that he's playing you.""Your mom sees it! Luann sees it!""My mom sees what she wants to see. It's how she and Clay have stayed married for so long and Luann's the same way. No one is gonna be honest with you Frankie, not like me.""You? Honest? Like how honest you were when you were fucking Wendy behind my back? Or how about when I took you back and you then started fucking Tara? Oh yeah Jackson, you're really fucking honest about shit."It was a low blow but I've had enough with today. He, however, has not because before I can storm away he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him. The kiss was filled with desire and desperation, and while at one point this was all I wanted, now all I feel is poison burning through my veins. Something I make obvious when I push him away and slap him across the face. I've got nothing to say to him, not after this stunt. I should have seen this coming. He's like a kid angry that someone else is playing with a toy he threw away. However... his words have settled into my brain and made a nest, so while I leave him in the driveway, I still can't stop the tears that flood my eyes when I'm in the safety of my old bedroom. Dad's already asleep, thank fuck, so I let all the hurt and confusion wash over me. Finally falling asleep from sheer exhaustion... word of advice? Avoid SAMCRO like the fucking plague.
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The fight was set for Saturday at 10 and when I pull up, I realize this is very much an underground situation. Prize fighting doesn't pay as much as you might think. I'm in no way professional so the money I do make is a thousand at most. If I had regular gigs, I could probably make a couple grand a month but I'm not looking to give myself a permanent concussion. Besides, I took up the sport as a hobby. That way I don't end up 6 months down the line hating it and any money I do make is just a perk. With all that said, underground prize fights can get bad fast. They tend to not worry about rules and people can get killed doing this shit. Guess it's my fault for not asking more fucking questions."Frankie Winston?""Yeah.""Follow me."All these guys have the same taste in women: blonde(real or fake), tits as fake as their tan, too short skirts and flirty as all hell... oh y-you think I'm complaining? Fuck no. I've screwed around with more than one in the janitor's closest after a fight. Not saying I'm going to do that at this fight but maybe if I flirt with this one she'll give me some info on my competition."So... you fighting tonight?"She lets out a giggle which tells me I may not have to work too hard on this one. "No. I've been told I hit like a teddy bear.""Come on now. You look like you're a real wild cat." Oh god I almost gagged at my own line. OK, not my line. I stole it from Tig but it's been a minute since I've hit on a woman. "Bet you could show me a good time."That gets her to turn around, her cheeks dusted pink, and she is giving me a pretty good look over. She barely even glanced at me when she called my name, but she seems to like what she's seeing."Well damn. Didn't know they made fighters that look like you... you new?""Oh no sweetheart. I've got all kinds of experience." I wink at her and she bites her lip at my insinuation. Goddamn I should get a trophy for this. I've seen the guys strike out much sooner with much better pick-up lines. "So...you know my name but I didn't catch yours.""Chastity" of course it is. It seems to always be the people with those 'virtuous' names that are game for the craziest shit. Them and Courtney's, don't ask me why. "Is Frankie short for something?""Francesca.""That's beautiful.""Well, not as beautiful as you."Someone behind me is clearing their throat and when I turn around, I'm met with the very amused face of Tig. He of course is standing next to the annoyed face of my brother, the impressed face of Kip, and Gemma. I can't quite make out what she's thinking but I doubt I'll have to wait to find out."I'm sorry. No one's allowed back here but the fighters.""Don't worry about it sweetheart. We're with her.""Oh, um..."She looks over to me and while I don't usually lay it on this thick in front of people, I really do want to know about my challenger. Couldn't find shit online so she's my best bet. So, I take a deep breath and gently move her hair behind her ear, brushing her cheek in the process. I don't think she realizes the little shudder she does but it works so... I am so burning in hell."It's fine. If anyone asks, they're my team.""OK. I guess that's fine. I think we allow teams back here... what are teams?"She leaned in and whispered the question, I say whisper but it was loud enough for the others to hear, and now I'm wondering who the fuck is running this thing. I mean, yeah the people don't usually hire geniuses but they know what the hell boxing is about. I'm assuming the person is new or doesn't actually give a fuck, just trying to make easy money... actually I guarantee it's the latter."They help us out in the ring. Get water, shit like that. Don't worry about it sugar. Anyone asks, just send 'em my way." She smiles at my answer and winks as she passes by, allowing the others to come up, Tig putting his arm around my shoulder. "Tig""Battin for the other team again?""I'm Bi, that's not how that works... also, No.""Sure looks like it." Kip mutters under his breath, earning an elbow in the ribs from my brother. "Can you teach me how to do that Frank?""Do what?""Pick up women.""I haven't picked up anyone.""Uh-huh. Sure."My brother has zero luck when it comes to being spared from his baby sister's shit. He's caught me more than once in... pretzel like predicaments. Finally told him I'd stop fucking the girls at fights."I'm not!""What was that then?""I... I don't know who I'm fighting and I was hoping she knew something.""She doesn't even know what a team is. You think she's gonna know who you're fighting against?""Point taken but I didn't know she was all tits and no brains until just then.""Nah. Frankie's just thinking with her pussy. This is what happens when she's been without dick for a week."Opie audibly gags and if anyone but Gemma had said that he'd be smacking them upside the head. Since it was Gemma, he just shakes his head and pretends he didn't hear that. I could make a quip about my vibrator but for his sake, I'll keep my comments to myself."Oh my god. I'm not switching teams! I'm Bi, I'm already on the team!" what? I didn't talk about my vibrator. "I really was just trying to figure out who the fuck I'm up against.""Hey, I'm not one to judge."Yeah because Tig's kinks and preferences would make Satan himself say 'DAMN!' The man claims to only have 2 children, but Gemma and I have a bet going that at least 5 more exist. The bet being that I think there's WAY more than 5. Although he may also have the person swallow so... oh god, there's an image I don't want in my head."So... who else is here?""Usual suspects.""Mac?"Gemma can see the small flicker of hope in my eyes and comes over to give me a hug. I don't know why I want him here. To be honest I'm not sure how he'll react to seeing me in the ring but the thought of talking shit out afterward is what's driving me right now. I had some time to think about everything and came to the conclusion that I'm a fucking hypocrite. We've all done shady shit, hell I killed Devon in Utah and had a bounty put on my head over my actions. So I can't be ok with some of what the club does and not others. I can't be mad at Clay for patching in Mac when 2 members of my family are a part of SAMCRO. I absolutely knew what would happen if I came here for help and my getting angry over the Darby shit was less about them going behind my back, and more of my being worried about Mac. An ex-meth user not just being around the shit but making it? It had relapse written all over it. My anger towards Mac wasn't true anger either, I've felt that towards the man. No this was concern disguised as rage. So I told myself if he came tonight that I would be going back home with him and we'd put this shit behind us."He's here. In the stands with the guys.""That a good thing or...""Yeah, Kip. It's a good thing.""That mean you're goin home? Cause I've got an extra room...""Nice try Tig but I've got my own room. It's about time I get back to it."The four of them smile brightly and I just know they were holding their breath waiting for me to get my head out of my ass. Gemma looks especially pleased, kissing the side of my head and whispering "I'm proud of you baby" in my ear. All good things must come to an end though and this moment is rudely interrupted by Jackson... guess I forgot to uninvite him."Frankie... you look good.""Well, I gotta go get ready.""Alright sweetie. We're in the front row.""Be cheering you on.""Thanks Kip."Tig puts his arm back around my shoulder and leans in so only I can hear him. Bet I know what he's gonna say. "I got a thousand ridin on this fight.""On who?""Think I'd bet against my best girl? Not a chance.""Alright but I win, you split the prize money with me?""You lose?""I'll talk Luann into letting you on set of one of the new pornos we're filming.""Two pornos.""One and I'll bring you in for all the rehearsals.""Done."He shakes my hand and plants a kiss on my cheek before following Gemma and Kip out. Only Jax and my brother sticking around. I know why Opie's waiting but Jackson needs to get the fucking hint."You should get back to your seat.""Frankie, can we talk?""No.""Why not?""Because every time you ask me that question, I end up in a mental spiral. Not to mention last time you fucking kissed me. Reason enough for ya Jax?"Opie glances sideways at his best friend and just shakes his head. He knows damn well how his buddy is. He warned me when we first started dating that it had the possibility of ending badly, but all I saw was a big dick and a six pack."I'm sorry about that. I was just tryin... you can do better.""Then you? I know.""Then Mac.""Fuck you Jackson.""Come on. You gotta see how bad he is for you!"I'm walking down the hall but he's not giving up. Thankfully my brother is right behind him. Which means he'll step in when Jax takes things too far. Wish he'd been there the other night, then I wouldn't have had a fucking wet dream about this asshole. Hey! Don't blame me! I have very little control over my subconscious... besides, he morphed into Mac at some point so is it really dream cheating? Apparently he's not going to let me distract myself with my own thoughts because he grabs my arm and turns me around to face him, his hands holding onto the tops of my arms."You have 10 seconds to let go of me before I start swinging.""I'm not tryin to hurt you Frankie.""No but you're fucking jealous.""Of Mac?" I give one nod and he looks at me like I just asked him to lick shit off the sidewalk "Please, I'm not jealous of that prick.""You're so jealous you can't think straight Jax. Why else would you give a damn? You've got 2 kids and just as many baby mamas. There is zero reason you should be putting this much effort into getting me to break up with a person... besides, if you hate him so much why'd you vote to patch him in?""I... doesn't matter.""Sure it doesn't." I move his hands off me and step back. I really do need to be focused for this fight and he is not helping. "Look. You wanna be friends? Fine. I'm friends with plenty of people I've fucked. It can be done but if that's what you want, you need to stop this shit. Now, please go sit down. I don't need this shit right before a fight.""OK fine but when this goes south, I'm here. I'll always be here for you Frankie... I love you.""Jackson you are on thin fucking ice!""As a friend! I mean as a friend."No he doesn't but this will keep going in circles if I don't just agree. "Great. Fine. Please go the fuck away so I can wrap my hands.""Alright. I'll be cheering you on."He leaves at last and Opie follows me down to the locker room. He's not saying anything but that's not out of the ordinary. If he's got something he wants to tell me, he will. He sits next to me as I mentally prepare, watching when the girl comes back in and flirts her heart out."Where's your team?""Made 'em go sit in the stands.""Who's this?""I'm her brother.""Oh! I see good looks run in the family.""He's married." I say as I tear the tape with my teeth. "I'm the single sibling.""Like hell" he mutters but I don't think she catches it."All the better. I've never been with a woman before.""Don't know what you're missin.""You gonna show me?"Well shit, she's direct. I need to get out of this gracefully and without pissing her off. The Mayan guy... I don't count that shit as cheating. Mainly because we were still occasionally hooking up with other people. When I'm in a legit relationship, cheating is a hard and fast no. Not just for them but myself as well. Since Mac and I are definitely together, I will be asking Juice for a favor."You don't want me as your first-time sweetheart. I'll ruin you in all the wrong ways." She seems to be trying to decipher what I could possibly mean by that and before she comes up with the wrong idea, I ask what started this flirt fest. "What about my competitor? Sure she could show you a good time. Most of us boxers are pretty similar.""You don't know?""Know what?""You're the only woman tonight. The rest backed out.""Why?""Um... let me check." She looks at her clipboard and flips through some papers, chuckling to herself and looking up at me from it. "You.""Me?""Yeah. Soon as it was announced you'd be boxing, every woman backed out.""So I'm up against only men tonight?""Just one. Guys gotta go through one another to get to fight you."Shit. I should've known they'd use some type of angle. Not saying I can't take a guy but this will not be as easy as I'd hoped. Not sure why all the women backed out, I haven't fought since... damn. My last fight has definitely proceeded me. I put that bitch in the hospital but she had it coming! She slashed the tires on Opie's bike, she's lucky the club didn't kill her."Fuck.""So... if you win tonight, I'll be your prize.""Sweetie. When I win tonight, I'll be icing at the very least a bloody lip. Doubt I'll be in the mood for anything stronger than a Tylenol." Her face drops and now is when I offer up Juice as collateral. "However, I've got a buddy... VERY cute and he eats pussy like he's getting paid for it. Best I've ever had.""Really?""Oh yeah. I'll point him out later.""Sounds good. Thanks."The sound of her heels on the tile floor should be the only sounds I hear but of course my brother's trying not to bust out laughing like a damn hyena. Over there huffing and puffing like he just ran a marathon."Juice is the best huh? You gonna tell Mac?""No because Mac's the best.""Then wh-""Think I'm gonna tell her that? I've got plans for his tongue later and the only thing it involves is my sitting on his face.""Oh for fucks sake Frankie.""What?! You brought it up!"He doesn't want to agree but he knows he can't call me a liar without making himself one in the process. Sure I didn't have to go into detail but he should know better by now. So he wisely lets it drop but there's still something else on his mind and since I'm the last damn fight, guess I've got time."Jax kissed you?"There it is."Yep.""You kiss him back?""I slapped him.""Good." That brings me up short and I'm not even going to attempt to hide my confusion. "He shouldn't have done that shit. Not after what he's been pulling.""Why? What's he been doing?"It is very unlike Opie to shit talk his best friend, at least to me. I don't know what he says to everyone else, but him and I... we usually don't use Jax as a topic of conversation. Just safer that way."You can't repeat any of this shit. Especially not to Mac... he'd probably kill Jax if he found out.""I won't say anything."He knows I'm being truthful. I will ALWAYS keep my brother's secrets and he knows it. There are a few fuck ups I know about but my lips have remained tightly sealed; he's my brother and family comes first. At least my family. Clearly I have no qualms of killing other people's families. Luckily, Mac doesn't mind."The shit with Darby... a different prospect volunteered. Jax was the one that picked Mac. Said it was easier to sell since he used to make the shit.""He's not wrong.""No but he was hoping Mac would get hooked again." Oh that son of a bitch. After the shit with Wendy and Abel and here he was actively wishing Mac would relapse? I'll kill him. "I know that look Frankie. Don't worry, I cussed him out for that shit. Told him it was fucked and I even tried talking Mac out of it but he swore he could handle it. Said he wanted to prove to himself that he'd found something better than the drugs.""The fuck did he find?""You, you idiot." I shove him for that one but my smile is definitely giving me away. "Said you've done too much for him to go fuck it up. He really loves you Frankie.""So I keep being told." I sigh, hoping that was all Jax did, but I've got a feeling it's not. "That all Jackson pulled?""No... patching Mac in. Told me if the Darby shit wouldn't get you to walk, joining-""Joining the club would. That fucking prick!""Yeah."I'm pissed off, for sure, but I'm mainly hurt. Why couldn't he put in this type of effort when we were together? Where was this energy the day he told me he loved me, before going to the courthouse an hour later and marrying Wendy? Sure she was pregnant but I didn't know about any of that and of course that meant he was fucking her on the side. If he'd put in half the work with our relationship, he wouldn't have to try to sabotage my new one."Why are you telling me this Opie? Jackson is your best friend.""Yeah I know but you're my little sister. I love ya Frankie and all I've ever wanted was for you to be happy. Thought maybe Juice could do it for you but you just had to go and get a reformed meth addict.""reformed... as in no longer a meth addict." I smirk."Believe me, I know the meaning of the word. The difference from that first day to now... you sure Mac doesn't have an evil twin?""I'm not sure of anything lately Ope."My brother scoots closer and wraps an arm around me, kissing the side of my head. He's seen the toll all of this has taken on me and I'm sure Mac's been bending his ear over shit since I left... not to mention Jackson using him as a sounding board. I swear Opie's a fucking saint for the shit he puts up with."You gonna be good?""Yeah. Gonna take my aggression out on the unlucky fucker that has to fight me.""You're gonna do great.""Hope so. Otherwise I gotta figure out how to sneak Tig on set." That gets a small chuckle from my brother and I'm gifted with another kiss to the top of my head. "I love you big brother.""Love you too. Now, I'm gonna go sit next to your boyfriend and keep him from jumping in the ring.""Thank you.""Kick some ass Frank.""Oh, I plan on it."I plan on it.
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The crew didn't know what to expect from this fight. Frankie didn't usually accept offers from underground places like this. She'd occasionally fight in the ring at the clubhouse, but she also knew everyone there, so if anything went sideways they'd have her back. This-this was risky. They'd been given a brochure looking thing that gave the name of the fighters and who would be against who... at least until it got to Frankie's name. In the place where it was supposed to have the opponents name, it just said: TO BE DECIDED. Opie had told them about all the women backing out last minute, which meant their Frankie was going to be up against a dude. It wasn't that they thought she was incapable of taking down someone, they'd seen her do it plenty of times, but some of these guys... Clay knew they fought dirty and he wouldn't hesitate to kill someone for pulling that shit with her, and he wasn't the only one either. The guard at the front was supposed to pat everyone down, take weapons and place them in a safe, but the second he saw that Grim Reaper he didn't even bother trying. SAMCRO was going to be packing and no way in hell were they going to give up their shit. Not to some peon in Stockton, not with the One-Niners in town.No one in attendance tonight was interested in another MC fight anyway. Clay made it clear that anyone that came to the fight was there for Frankie. He didn't feel guilty about the shit that went down outside Darby's lab, but he HATED how angry she'd gotten. He also hated how unfocused Mac was with her still staying at Piney's. Clay was beginning to wonder if he should've made a 'no old lady' rule, but that wouldn't exactly fly with Gemma. Still, his guys seemed to have shit luck with their ladies, and he absolutely lumped himself in with them. Opie, Jax, Mac... they had a thing for strong, independent women. Which was a good thing! Gemma was the best thing that happened to Clay but it could also be a huge pain in the ass. Every damn one of them were stubborn as fuck and had tempers to match. Only reason he didn't have to deal with Donna as much was because she didn't come around a lot, but the rest..."When's Frankie's fight?"Mac had asked that question after EVERY. SINGLE.FIGHT. Normally they'd watch maybe 2 or 3 different fights but whoever was running this shit had 6 competitors, not including Frankie. So they'd had way more matches to get through. Thankfully, this was the last one and Clay was glad Opie was sitting beside Mac because he was about to hit him upside the head."She should be up next. Not sure how they're going to decide who goes against her. I've never been to a fight like this."Opie was nervous about this. His sister was a badass but this whole thing was fucky. He didn't think it was a trap or anything but clearly this fucker had looked up Frankie and knew about her last fight. She wasn't ashamed to say she'd put the woman in the hospital but she always failed to mention the part where the lady was in a coma for 3 weeks. The only reason she wasn't arrested was because it was a sanctioned fight. Not that they invited her back afterward. They couldn't prove she'd done it on purpose but there were a lot of unanswered questions regarding the incident. Frankie never said a damn word to the commission but had owned up to Opie that it was in retaliation for her slicing his tires. No one fucks with her big brother."Has anyone gone and seen her?""Yeah, Juice went back before the last fight. Should be back soon."Mac wasn't exactly thrilled with that information but he wasn't going to take it out on Half Sack. Juice had told him repeatedly that he wasn't going to get in between them. Once Frankie became Mac's old lady, she was officially off limits. Besides, she always hooked him up with the hottest porn stars from Cara Cara. Still, their friendship was something Mac wasn't quite used to. It wasn't Juice's fault, if anything it was Jax's. Mac saw the way he watched Frankie, knew Jax didn't think he was good enough for her, well fuck him. He was gonna do whatever the fuck he had to, to get her to come home."Easy man." Opie whispered, picking up on the energy he was letting off. "She's probably trying to talk him into fucking the woman in the back.""What woman?""Dunno. She's got a clipboard with all the fighter's names on 'em but doesn't seem to know shit about boxing. Frank thinks she's fucking the owner of this place.""Why's she trying to get Juice ta fuck the bitch?""She uh... she sorta hit on her to get information out of her.""The fuck?! What information?""Who she was fighting.""The hell?! She's gone a fucking week and is already-""Nah. Don't be like that Mac." Opie shook his head at his sister's boyfriend. He understood his frustration but he still wasn't allowed to talk shit about her. "Soon as the lady showed interest in her, Frankie backed off. She wasn't ever gonna go through with anything."Mac wasn't truly worried about her screwing someone behind his back. She was psycho but she was a loyal one. No what bothered him was how she'd react if he did something similar. He didn't make a habit of complaining to Opie about his sister but he just couldn't keep this one in."She'd cut my fucking balls off if I hit on another bitch.""Yep.""But she can do it?""That's somethin you get to take up with my sister. She's not a fan of double standards so if you point it out, you might get an apology out of her.""I ain't tryna guilt trip her.""So what? You'd rather let that shit stew until you blow up? How have those fights worked out for you so far?""Not great." He admitted. The last one had been at Darby's lab. He had thought everything was fine but she'd had time to let things fester and damn near broke his nose. His temper could be just as violent as hers and while he was doing better, there were still times he had to fight the urge to put hands on her during the really bad arguments. "I'll be fine man. I just... fuck. I miss her.""Yeah well... I've got a feeling she'll be comin home with you tonight.""Really?""Yep.""How do ya know?""I just know my sister... and Tig asked her about it.""What'd she say?""She said yes."Opie was watching the fight when he answered but when he took a sip of his beer, he glanced over at Mac and saw the slight smile on the man's face. He always did think that it would take someone just as crazy as Frankie to be able to handle her. He had hoped she'd get her shit together and end up with Dylan or someone like Dylan, but she had a hopeless type of insanity about her. It both drew people to her and chased them away but Mac was the one with staying power... who would've guessed."Alright so I found the guy in charge." Gemma began, sitting back beside Clay and turning so the others could hear her. "The whole damn thing is rigged.""The fuck does that mean?""He's already got a guy set up to fight her.""We seen him yet?""Yeah... he's the big guy currently in the ring."The guy she was talking about was 5'11 and solid muscle, probably weighing around 160-170 pounds. He wasn't a heavyweight but was solidly middleweight in boxing. If he was up against one of the guys, it would be an even fight, but he wasn't. He was up against their 5'6, 123-pound Frankie."Fuck... she's gonna have to fight dirty.""Don't underestimate her." Mac warned Tig. "I've gone up against her before... that woman ain't afraid of shit.""Oh believe me, we haven't forgotten about that." Tig leveled a look at Mac that had him taking a drink of his beer. "And her not being afraid don't mean shit in the ring.""You wanna take her spot?""Will you two knock it off?" Clay scoffed. Tig and Mac bickered like an old married couple but they had each other's backs in a fight. Something he'd witnessed a few times. "Someone needs to go tell her what's up. Let her decide what she wants to do.""I already did." Of course mama Gemma was on it. She wasn't about to let one of her babies get hurt by dishonest hustlers. The guy is lucky she let him keep his balls. She was LIVID when she found out the truth. "She said she wants to do it... and she's not above punching him in the dick.""Frankie said that?""Why do you sound surprised Jackson? She put a bitch in the hospital from fighting dirty, and that was a sanctioned match. This is basically fight club."His mom had a point but he'd rather she back out entirely. Not that anyone expected her to but the thought of her going up against this guy didn't exactly make them feel giddy. This fight had one round left, Frankie's, and Mac wasn't going to just sit and wait. He wasn't sure she'd want to see him but it was a risk he was willing to take."I gotta take a piss."Half Sack just nodded and he went in the same direction Juice had. Luckily the back was basically one long ass hallway but he wasn't sure how far down the locker room was. He was hoping he'd run into Juice but then he passed a janitor's closet and heard a woman's moans coming from it. Guess Frankie hooked him up after all."Um sir? Can I help you??"It was a short, fat, bald man sporting a black eye. Mac was going to take a very small leap and assume that was Gemma's work. "Yeah. Lookin for Frankie Winston.""Locker room.""Where's that?""End of the hall, double doors on the right.""Thanks."He didn't bother sticking around once he had the directions, the guy having noticed the... noises. Good luck Juice. When he got to the double doors, he paused for just a second before taking a deep breath and walking in. Frankie was on her phone, probably talking to Reggie, and while eavesdropping usually landed him in hot water he wasn't sure what else to do."I don't know Reg." (called it.) "If I could pick my own opponent? I'd probably fight Jackson... why are you so shocked? I told you what he did! Asshole is lucky I didn't rip his dick off or tell his wife so she could do it. You laugh but I'm pissed; fucker thinks he can talk shit about... I know you don't like Mac." Hearing only one side of this conversation was annoying but he'd ask her about it later. "I never said that. You know I don't expect you to be around him... just because I'm your best friend doesn't mean... what? Yeah, I do love him. I know you warned me. Well what do you want me to say Reg? I-""Frankie, you in here?"He'd heard enough and wasn't about to let Reggie talk her out of coming home. Now that he was sober and Frankie had laid all his shit bare concerning Regina, he completely understood why she wanted nothing to do with him. She wanted to leave anything involving Caineville, Utah, caves, and Devon in her past. Since Mac was Devon's brother, and had violently assaulted her AND her best friend, there was no way she'd ever be comfortable around him."Shit. I gotta go. I will. Love you too. Bye." It was a welcome interruption but she wasn't expecting to see Mac when she turned around. "They ready for... Mac.""Hey baby.""What are you... I didn't think you'd come back here.""Why wouldn't I?""Dunno. You didn't come back with Juice, he said you weren't thrilled about the fight.""I'm not but just cause the asshole in charge is tryna pull a fast one.""Yeah... Gemma told me. I can take him though.""You ain't gotta." He hadn't actually come back here with a plan but now that he was seeing her, all he wanted to do was take her home. "We could leave out the back. Go home.""Then Tig's out a thousand bucks.""Who gives a fuck? He wants the money so bad; he can fight the guy himself.""Now that would be a fun fight to watch." She was teasing to try to ease his concern but it wasn't working. "You really want me to bail on the fight?""Better than watchin some asswipe beat the hell outta ya.""Because only you're allowed to do that?"She was joking, seeing if he'd rise to the occasion, but all he heard was 'you're a piece of shit'. He dropped his head, genuinely ashamed at his past actions, and she realized then how upset he was. Going over and taking his face in her hands, lifting his head so she was looking into his eyes."If I could take that shit back I would Frankie.""I know. I'm sorry Mac, I shouldn't have said... you didn't deserve that.""Yeah I did. I've always been a fuck up, ain't nothin changed about that.""Yes it has. You've changed..." he still looked completely dejected and all she wanted to do was take that pain away. Well, she'd started this and it was time to fix it. "look, I'm still gonna do the fight. I'm not scared of that guy and if it starts to get dicey, I'll punch him in the dick, but... when it's all said and done, I'm comin home. I miss you and I'm sick of sleeping alone.""Ya mean it?""Yeah, I do. I love you Mac, more than I thought possible, and I'm done running."It was the first time she'd said it to him and he felt lighter than he ever had in his life. She suddenly found herself pulled into a crushing embrace and kissed like their lives depended on it. Hell, if he wanted to fuck her before the match, she was game... at least until someone came in to tell her she was up."Frankie Winston, we're... oh shit. Sorry."She'd jumped up and had her legs wrapped around Mac's waist, his hands holding on to her ass while he pressed her into a set of lockers. "The fuck do ya want?" he growled at the man."They uh... They're ready for her in the ring.""She'll be there in a second. Now fuck off!""Uh... I'm supposed to walk her-" Mac threw a death glare at the man and he changed his tune SO fast. "Yep. I'll be waiting outside the door.""Mac.""Hmm?"His attention was back on the only woman he'd ever loved. Kissing her neck and leaving love bites as he went; making it impossible for her to think clearly."I gotta do this baby.""Says who?""Me... come on Mac. First time in almost 2 weeks and you really wanna fuck in a dirty locker room?""Juice is fucking some bitch in a janitor's closest. Locker room feels like a step up.""It's not." She deadpanned, causing him to meet her eyes, and relieved when he saw laughter dancing in them. "You know a good fight always gets me going." He did indeed, well now she had his full attention. "Let me kick this guys ass. Then you and me can go home and...""And what?""Ya know that thing on my list you keep begging me to do?""What list?""The list I gave Luann."It took him a second to remember what she was talking about but when the light bulb went off in his head, he was VERY on board with whatever the hell she wanted to do right now. Like she told Luann, having that stuff done to you was VERY different than watching it done to someone else, and Frankie had plenty of kinks."Seriously?""Yeah. Call it an apology for acting like such a fucking cow.""You ain't gotta do that baby.""Apologize or the thing on the list?""Apologize. If you think I'm gonna pass up this opportunity-"She kissed him to shut him up but he smiled into it. He very reluctantly put her down and the two of them went out to meet the handler. "Ready?""Yep... Mac?""I'll be right next ta Opie.""OK. I love you.""Love ya back."
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Walking out to the ring wasn't really what I wanted to do but Mac must've ran back to the stands because he was next to Opie by the time I made my way out. I was met by the... ya know, I don't actually know who the fuck this guy is. Owner? Announcer? Whoever he is, he's got a black eye that he didn't have when I spoke to him earlier. Guess Gemma's temper made an appearance tonight."Ready?"He met me right before I entered the ring, which isn't unusual, but there's still something sketchy about this whole thing. Especially since the guy I'm going up against looks like he's already gone several rounds."Uh... yeah but what's up with my competitor?"He looks over his shoulder, smirks, then spits on the ground. He is very lucky he missed my shoe or I would've shoved it up his ass. "He won't be a problem. Should go down after a few hits."Wait... "he's taking a dive?""Not exactly." I cross my arms and when he sees the expression on my face, he thinks twice about bullshitting me. "He's my sister's man. Caught him cheating on her with MY wife. This is payback. Do whatever the fuck you have to, just make him go down.""And your sister?""Was in the closet with that friend of yours."Oh shit. "That a problem?""Nope. You win this and I'll throw in an extra 50 bucks.""Make it 200 and I'll get a nut shot in.""Deal."I shake the man's hand and go over to my corner, where Tig is standing... no offense to my friend but Kip is the one that boxes the most so shouldn't he be the one to give me pointers? Not that I need any; I am the only one here that's done this in a semi-professional setting."You ready Frankie?""As ready as I'll ever be.""Don't forget... I got some-""Money riding on this. I know Tig."He gives my cheek a pat and I am a little tempted to give him a love tap in return. Something he must sense because he backs up SO quick. "Kick his ass sugar!""I will if you'll sit the fuck down."He smirks but gives me a kiss on the cheek and does as I ask. I look over to the ref and nod to let him know I'm ready and the Announcer/Owner/whothefuckknows comes in and does his spiel. You know the one 'in this corner is blah-blah-blah' and the crowd goes wild. Same shit, different ring. I don't really give a fuck what they choose to say about myself or my competitor and besides I need to focus on getting my mouth guard in and not getting my ass kicked too badly. Sure the guy doesn't look great but he's still a solid wall of muscle; if he gets ANY hits in they're gonna hurt like a bitch. We make our way to the center of the ring and I guess I can shake his hand... or not. Asshole acts like he's gonna shake my hand only to pull it away last second. "Think I'm scared of you little girl?"I can't tell if he actually means what he's saying or not. If it was whispered to me I might feel differently, but he fucking yelled that shit. It's very... hmm... sorta like watching a WWE match where the guys shit talk one another. Except this is boxing and I'm not impressed. Neither is my family by the way they're cussing him out. The only one that I actually make out is Mac yelling 'SHOW HIM WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF BABY!'... I fucking plan on it.**Well... I won! I didn't exactly get away unscathed and I was right, dude hit like a fucking freight train. I didn't actually mean to let him get in any hits but I may have underestimated the reach of his arms. I'll be sporting a black eye, bruised cheek and side for a while but it could be worse. I mean, I knocked out some of his teeth and hit him so hard in the dick he may not be able to procreate. No matter, a win is a win. Clay is throwin a party in honor of my win, nothing huge, just the usual suspects but everyone is THRILLED. Apparently Tig wasn't the only one with money on that little fight, the others were just smart enough not to tell me about it. No worries, I still made a lot of fucking money from that win. "Here gorgeous." Mac is 100% babying me right now but I'll take it. He gently places an ice pack on my bruised face and puts his free arm around me... it really is good to be back. "Half-sack's gonna bring you a drink in a minute.""Thank you.""Need anything else?""Nope.""Ya sure?""Yep." he is starting to fidget and I'm not entirely sure why. "You good?""Are you?""I mean... other than the pot shots that guy took to my face, I'm fine."I was watching his expression when I said that and catch the moment his face falls. I'm gonna go ahead and place the ice pack on the table, move so I'm sitting in his lap, and now we are nearly nose to nose. He knows what I'm waiting for and after an annoyed huff, he wraps both his arms around me and pulls me closer."You gonna do anymore of those fights?""Why? Do you not want me to?""Would it matter? You're gonna do whatever the hell ya wanna do.""Mac."He's not entirely wrong but his tone is less than desirable. I'm not completely indifferent to how he feels about this kind of stuff. We haven't actually talked about my taking on fights before now; he knew I was a boxer but with all the Mayan and SAMCRO shit that's happened... it just never really came up once we were here."I ain't gonna tell ya not ta do 'em Frankie, but I don't think I'm gonna go t' anymore of 'em either.""How come?""Because... believe it or not, I didn't enjoy watchin some prick put hands on my girlfriend."I could say something snarky, bring up the past, but I'm trying to grow as a person so I'm gonna keep it locked away in my head... I call that progress. "I tell ya what Mac. Unless a fight pays out REALLY fucking well or is for the club, I won't take anymore."It's not perfect and I can see that he was hoping I'd say I'd stop altogether, but this is a pretty big compromise on my part and he knows it. I'm sure Opie or Gemma... fuck, pretty much anyone in the club that knows me, has probably told him about my love for boxing. It's not that I enjoy getting my face turned into mush but there is something therapeutic about getting into that ring and going blow for blow with another person. At least the fair fights are. Ones like tonight... I can take 'em or leave 'em. "Alright but if you ever box Half-Sack he better take a fuckin dive."Clay let's out a loud laugh that makes both of us jump and he thumps Mac on the back. When the hell did he come over here? The man is not as sneaky as he'd like to think he is... were we just THAT lost in this conversation? Fucker."Don't worry about it Mac. Frankie's kicked his ass more times than I can count! Kid learned how to box from her, ain't no way he could actually take her in the ring.""I could try!" he huffs, putting a drink in my hand and winking at me... brave man. "But I won't!"He's put his hands up in surrender which tells me that Mac is glaring at him, let me just glance- yep. "Better keep your fuckin hands off my old lady unless ya want me ta cut 'em off!"I slap his chest in an attempt to get him to knock it off but since he's grinning like the Cheshire Cat, I know he's teasing and from here the night wears on. *We leave before the party truly ends and after our long overdue make-up session, we're just laying with each other in the dark. Our legs are entwined, my head is on his chest and I just focus on his heart beating. My mind is filled with how all of this started and trying to figure out how such a horrific nightmare could turn into something like this. It's not perfect by any means; him and I are still horribly stubborn and there will always be a violent streak that runs through the both of us, but it's no longer aimed at one another. We both decided that we're in this for the long haul and though we got a little lost along the way, we're now out of the woods. We'll never get the cookie cutter, white picket fence life but I'll take the bloody and crazy one we're carving out together.