❛ Get his dick out your ass
and hurry up. ❜

chapter twenty two.

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      AFTER HANDING a full tankard to a prospect, Scarlett is finally able to turn her full attention to her best friend, who's been bouncing impatiently on the bar stool opposite for a while. But Scarlett refused to start a conversation with her until she served the main wave of men and chicks.

"So. . . did you find Ope?" Camille asks in a low voice, leaning forward on the bar.

"No," Scarlett sighs, "And you don't have to whisper. All these men are either too deaf to hear us, or too stupid to understand."

Camille snorts, glancing around at the large group of occupied men, half of them with women laid across their laps and the others with big cigars dangling from their lips whilst they chuckle with their friends.

"Jax said that a neighbour saw Opie, Donna and the kids leaving the house last night with ATF," Scarlett explains, wiping down the sticky surface below her.

Furrowing her brows, Cami says, "Willingly?"

"Seems like it," Scarlett hums, "No cuffs, no arguing. Nothing. They just left like they were off on vacation."

"So that agent Stahl has them somewhere. Courtesy to Opie, probably," Camille takes a deep breath, "How's Jax dealing with it?"

Scarlett bites her lip, stopping her working and slipping down into her own creaky stool, "He's stressed and worried, I can tell. I don't want to bother him about it too much. I'm sure Ope is fine."

"Luke said that the main problem is that Opie may have ratted Bobby out," Camille swallows thickly, "All the guys are stressing over this. Opie's just got back in, and now he may have ratted them out for money. Doesn't help that him and his whole family are in Stahl's custody now."

Scarlett nods slowly, "You and I both know that Opie would never snitch."

"Maybe it's Stahl who's trying to make it appear that he's a rat. Luke told me that is what Clay is telling them all, trying to relax them slightly," Camille explains, "Stahl's obviously trying to destroy the Sons."

"That annoying bitch," Scarlett snarls, "You heard that she decided to kick me a couple times during Bobby's arrest?"

Her eyes go wide, "What? Luke did not tell me that. What the fuck? Why? That fucking cunt."

"I don't know why," Scarlett chuckles at her anger and she lifts her t-shirt to reveal her already bruising stomach. She glances down at it herself, also in shock at the large purple marks that have formed over a few hours.

"Jesus christ, Scarlett," Camille clenches her jaw, "That's fucking unbelievable."

"What the fuck is that?" A loud voice carries across from the door towards the bar.

Cursing quietly, Scarlett drops her top and turns on her stool to face Jax, who's nostrils are flared and his jaw is clenched as he marches over. He slides his way behind the bar and plants himself in front of her before gently lifting her top once more to assess the damage.

"That bitch," He snaps.

"It's nothing, Jax," Scarlett gently pushes his hands away before smoothening her too out once more, "Bruises are expected from a few kicks."

Camille folds her arms over her chest, "Surprised you haven't murdered this cunt yet, Teller."

"Believe me, I'm thinking about it," Jax snarls lowly, shaking his head in anger.

"Now, now," Scarlett pats his chest, "As much as I would love to see that bitch six feet deep, I'd rather it not be you who causes that," She slips off the stool, "Anyway, moving away from the topic, are you ready to go?"

Swallowing, Jax moves out from behind the bar, lifting his reaper cap off his head for a moment so he can smoothen out his head before he answers, "Yeah. You?"

Slipping her arms into her leather jacket, she nods in confirmation before turning to look at Camille, "I'm off to see Abel. You mind finishing my shift for me?"

Suddenly, Camille erupts with laughter, throwing her head back and tapping her feet on the metal bar of the stool, "Fuck no. I'm already a porn star, you ain't gon' catch me being a bar maid too. Get someone else to do it•

"Seriously?" Scarlett groans as she moves out of behind the bar before rotating on her heel to scan the full clubhouse of possible people to fill her spot.

"Scar," He chuckles lowly at her need to find someone to replace her, "these lazy fucks can serve themselves," Jax's hand lands on the small of her back, gently pushing her towards the door, "Don't worry 'bout it."

"Fine," Scarlett mutters, sending once last wave back to her best friend before she exits the clubhouse and trudges towards his bike.

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SCARLETT TAPS her finger impatiently on the vending machine as she waits for a packet of M&M's to be released into the tray. As she glances through the glass window at the snacks, she sees the reflection of someone familiar walking towards her from behind. Her brows furrow and she turns, coming face to face with the one and only Wendy Case.

"Scarlett?" Wendy's head tilts as she speaks in confusion, not entirely sure if she's correct, "You're back in town?"

The jealous side of Scarlett wants nothing more than to send the woman opposite dirty looks, and possibly a right hook to the jaw. After all Wendy was married to Jax, and the same person who caused Abel to be premature. But instead, she smiles warmly in greeting. She hums, "Have been for a while. You here to see Abel?"

Wendy nods in confirmation, "I've already seen him," Her arms cross anxiously across her chest, "So are you and Jax. . . on good terms again? You were kind of a forbidden topic with him."

Sighing, Scarlett bends down and collects her packet of M&M's before facing her once more, "Yeah. We're all okay now. I'm sorry about everything you've been through, by the way. Do you want to speak to Jax?"

Wendy's eyes widen slightly, "Is he here?"

"He's with Abel now," She nods down towards paediatric ward, "I'll bring you to him, if you'd like."

"Please," Wendy speaks quietly, almost as if she's too worried that she might overstep if she says too much too loud.

Shoving her M&M's packet into her pocket, Scarlett heads down the hallway, reaching the room and quietly entering, whilst Wendy leans against the other wall, waiting patiently. Inside, Jax is swaying back and forth on the rocking chair with Abel in his arms and his hand wrapped around a milk bottle. She'd left him alone for a short while, not wanting to ruin their father and son time.

He glances up at her with a faint grin on his lips, and she smiles down at the both of them, "You doing okay?" She asks.

"I don't think he's hungry," He looks down at Abel, who's eyes are sealed closed as he snores in his father's arms.

Scarlett can only guess that's because Wendy already fed him a little while before her and Jax arrived. Scarlett's hand curls around the door handle, "Someone's here to see you." As he glances up at her again, she motions through the window to Wendy.

Jax slowly raises from the chair, still carefully bouncing Abel in his arms before settling his son down in his crib so he can sleep peacefully. Before he exits the room, Jax stops directly in front of Scarlett, peering down at her with furrowed brows, "You do this?"

Shaking her head, she replies, "No. Today's the first time I've spoken to her since high school. She came on her own." She pushes the door open for him, letting him leave. She steps out after him, moving to the side.

"Thanks," Wendy smiles gratefully in her directions.

"No problem," She looks to Jax and points down the hall, "I'll be in the waiting room."

He nods at her before directing his attention back to his ex wife as he moves closer, "Hey. You left rehab?"

Wendy rolls her eyes, "No. I'm moving into a sober living house in Lincoln Village. I have sixty four days."

Jax smiles happily, "That's fantastic. You look great."

She chuckles, "Thanks. So. . . I was just hoping I could see Abel before I go."

He nods in agreement, backing up towards the door again, "Yeah, of course. I think that'll be good."

As she's about to follow him, she curses at herself and comes to a stop, "Shit, Jax, wait."

He turns around to face her, his brows creasing in confusion.

"I saw him already today," She confesses, "I'm sorry. I couldn't wait." She fiddles with her fingers, "I'm sorry."

"It's a'ight," He reads her expression carefully before sighing in realisation, "You wanna see him again?"

"Yeah, of course," Wendy smiles brightly, following after him again as he enters Abel's room.

Down the hall in the waiting room, Scarlett sits slouched in an uncomfortable seat, trying her hardest not to sneak down the hallway and spy on them. Her foot taps anxiously on the tiled floor and her teeth bite at her fingernail.

After many minutes of glaring at the floor, she finally pushes herself up from the chair and marches down the hallway, only to find them no longer outside of the room. She nears Abel's room, spotting the pair inside. Wendy rocks back and forth on the chair with Abel resting in her lap, whilst Jax is crouched in front of her. It's impossible for Scarlett to miss the way he's gazing up at her and smiling ear to ear.

Scarlett bites her lip and runs her finger fingers through her hair before turning on her heel and heading back down the hallway. Her head is so busy with hundreds of stupid thoughts and overwhelming ideas, that she hardly notices Gemma Teller until she's pulled to a stop by the older woman.

"You okay?" She questions, noticing Scarlett's expression.

Scarlett rolls her shoulders back, resetting herself, "Nothing. I'm fine."

"You been here to see Abel?" Gemma asks.

"Yeah. Jax is still with him," Scarlett replies.

"So, why aren't you there too?" Her eyes narrow, sensing that something isn't right.

"The ex-wife and baby momma is keeping him company instead," Scarlett smirks sarcastically, the anger slowly starting to settle, "Thought I'd walk myself back to the club."

"You gotta be kidding me," Gemma clicks her tongue, "I'll speak to him."

"I'm sure," Scarlett grunts, moving around her and continuing towards the exit, shoving her hands into her leather jacket pockets.

She quickly forgets about the dollar she spent on a singular M&M's placket.

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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, Scarlett ignores the constant phone ringing next to her as she stares at the ceiling of her room, listening to the reason that the thin walls of Cami's and Luke's are shaking. Scarlett groans loudly, sitting up on her bed and covering her face in her hands. She'd spent her whole childhood in an abusive household and for some reason, listening to her two close friends have sex was more torturous.

She picks up her phone, ignoring every single notification that has Jax Teller's name on. After the hospital, she'd walked the five mile walk back to Camille's house instead of the Club. It wasn't until several hours later that Jax began ringing and texting. She didn't feel like thinking about why it took him so long to notice her disappearance.

Her eyes land on one specific contact. Donna Winston. Her eyes widen as she's quick to click on the text message.

Donna.
Hey, Scar.
You and Cami mind coming round to the house?

Quickly, Scarlett stands up from her bed, her fingers pressing the keyboard buttons quickly to form a reply whilst she leaves her room.

Me.
Yeah.
On our way.

Sliding her phone into her back pocket, Scarlett slams her fist roughly against Camille's bedroom door roughly, trying to be heard over the overdramatic moans.

"Cami!" She shouts, "Cami!"

She hears Luke swearing while there is more movement. She hears a thud then a groan, followed by some more quiet arguing. Scarlett sighs in annoyance, knocking once more.

"Cami, Donna wants us to go round to hers," Scarlett explains, once the noise has finally died down, "Get his dick out your ass and hurry the fuck up."

"Okay, okay!" Camille shouts back.

A few minutes later, her bedroom door is swung open and her eyes land on Scarlett who's leant against the wall with her face very unimpressed. Camille shrugs on her jacket, trying to ignore the glare from her best friend.

"Fuck you, Scarlett!" Luke yells from the bed.

She sticks her middle finger through the door, not even wanting to look inside incase they haven't cleaned up properly, which they most likely haven't.

"I'm sorry," Camille whispers.

Scarlett begins down the stairs, shaking her head, "I don't know how you do it seriously. You have sex all day at work, and all night at home."

Camille rushes after her, "I'm good at cardio."

After snatching the truck keys from the table, Scarlett shoves her feet into her boots, whilst Cami does the same. Minutes later, the pair of women are jogging out towards the truck in the middle of the night.

Pulling her seatbelt across her chest, Cami asks, "Did she say what she wanted us for?"

Scarlett looks behind her as she pulls out of the driveway, "No. Probably just wants someone to talk to. I'm sure she was interrogated by Stahl plenty."

"Stahl scars you. She was constantly questioning me whilst I was locked up at the station. Asking me stupid shit about Luke, trying to get me to dislike him," Camille shakes her head in disbelief, "She's bad news for the club."

"She was bothering me about my parents a short while back," Scarlett mumbles, "She proceeded to tell me every move I made in the city after I left here. Acting as if she knows everything and more about me."

Camille scoffs, "She sure does a whole lot of digging. Especially on the old ladies. Gemma warned me about her, so I'm presuming she was advanced on too. Cherry as well."

"She knows how to get in the men's heads that's for sure," Scarlett tuts, "Try and make it so they can't get no pussy from the ones they want."

After a few more slagging off comments between them, Scarlett rolls the truck up onto the driveway. As they hop out, the porch light flickers on when Donna quietly pulls open the door, motioning for them to be quick.

Camille rushes over, slipping into the house, "Do we have to be quiet?"

Donna shakes her head, closing the door behind them, "No. The neighbours have been staring down the house since we got back. I don't want them creating fake rumours and fucking my life up further."

Scarlett head jolts back, "Did you just swear, Donna Winston?"

"The kids aren't here," Donna shrugs, leading them into the living room that is still hoarded with packing boxes.

"They with Mary?" Camille asks, trying not to grimace at the messy state of the house, as if hers was any better.

Humming, Donna says, "Yeah. She was refusing to take them at first, saying she didn't know what to do with them and that they weren't her problem. But, eventually she agreed. They like her dogs, so they're happy."

Scarlett drops down onto the sofa, with her two best friends sitting beside her, "You and Ope happy again?" She asks.

"More or less," Donna shrugs, shuffling so that she's laying down comfortably on her stomach with chin resting on a pillow, "He's upstairs. I don't want to know what he's doing."

"He spoken to Jax yet?" Scarlett questions, "He was worried early when we had no clue where you were."

"He was the first person he called," Donna nods, "How are you and Jax, anyway? I need catching up."

Camille crosses her ankles, "So do I. Little miss mysterious over here hasn't told me anything."

Scarlett groans, dropping her head back on the back of the sofa, "Because there's nothing to tell."

"Well, something's happened between you, because you haven't been looking at your phone every second. And, though I was. . . busy just before we left, I could still hear your fucking phone ringing every second." Camille raises her brows, catching Scarlett slightly off guard, "What did he do? You seemed fine when he came to pick you up."

"He hasn't done anything, technically," Scarlett sighs, glancing at them both and cursing at herself quietly as their curious eyes burn into hers, "Oh, for fucks sake. Wendy was at the hospital."

"She's out of rehab?" Camille's head tilts.

"Was she there as a patient?" Donna asks.

Scarlett looks to her right at Cami first, "I don't thinks so," Her head turns to her left to address Donna, "No." Her eyes flick down to her lap, "She seemed well, healthy and clean. If she was on drugs, she did a good job of hiding it. She'd been to see Abel and was wanting to speak to Jax."

"And?" Camille leans closer.

"I let them speak," Scarlett shrugs.

"Right, so, what's up?" Donna's brows furrow.

Scarlett huffs, pulling her hands over her face, "I went back to find Jax, thinking they'd be done chatting. But they were together in Abel's room. She's his mother, I get that. But Jax was gazing up at her like she was. . ."

"You," Cami finishes, "He looked at her like he looks at you."

Scarlett tries to ignore her, just continuing her previous point, "They were married, and technically still are. So I'm sure he's just confused, maybe. I don't know. But I got jealous, and walked back home."

"From the hospital?" Donna gasps, "That's at least an hour walk."

"I survived," Scarlett shrugs.

"Jesus fucking christ, Scar," Camille sighs, "And now your ignoring his calls and texts?"

"He only started calling hours after I got home," Scarlett swallows, "I don't want to know what he was doing before he realised I left."

"You think he was with her?" Camille laughs, "For hours? Sure, he can tolerate her for thirty minutes. But hours on end? Fuck off. Even when they were married, he'd only be around her for portions at a time."

Donna hums in agreement, "She always got jarring after a bit. None of us liked her much."

Camille snorts, "We didn't like her at all, to be honest. We used to have long chats about her, Jax was never included obviously, though I'm sure he wouldn't have minded."

"Who's we?" Scarlett asks.

"The group," Donna answers.

"Me, Luke, Donna and Ope," Cami explains, "Wendy was lovely before she discovered drugs. Then everything went downhill for her and Jax. We all wished we'd stopped him from marrying her."

"He only married her because he got her pregnant," Donna mutters, "His mother forced him into it. Said it was only right to have her as his old lady now that she was carrying his kid."

"Bullshit, if you ask me," Camille mumbles.

"Well, thank you guys for filling me in on the adventures of Jax's ex-wife," Scarlett sighs, "Shouldn't we move back to the real reason we're here?"

Cami clicks her fingers then points directly at Donna, "Yes. Why did you pull me away from having sex with my handsome boyfriend?"

Donna laughs, "How was I supposed to know that's what you were doing?"

Scarlett rolls her eyes, "When is she doing anything different?" She ignores the glare burning into her face from Cami, "Are you okay, Donna? After the whole Stahl thing."

"I'm okay," Donna's eyes flicker anxiously down to the sofa pillow in front of her, "It actually helped me come to terms with Opie, and the Club. I just wanted you both here so I wasn't alone," Both of her close friends open their mouths to reply, but she glances up and silences them, "Yes, yes. I know Opie's here, but he's busy dealing with club shit."

"Stahl is wanting the Club to think Ope ratted Bobby out," Scarlett says carefully, incase this is all new information to her friend.

"I know," Donna responds quietly, "I'm trying not to worry about it."

Camille hits Scarlett, "We won't mention it again then, will we?"

Scarlett holds her hands up slightly in an surrender, "I just wanted to make sure she knew."

"Thanks, but I know," Donna shuffles into a sitting position, patting her palms on her knees as she smiles excitedly at her friends.

Scarlett and Camille share a confused glance.

"If you're about to suggest what I think you're about to suggest," Scarlett begins, "Then yes."

Realisation hits Camille and she groans, her hands coming up to hide her face, "We're nearly thirty years old, ladies."

"More the reason to do this," Scarlett nudges her eagerly.

"C'mon, Cami," Donna reaches across and pokes her in the belly, "It's been ages since we've had a ladies sleepover."

Camille shakes their hands away, "Yeah, 'cause we're grown ass women."

"If you want to ditch us just to go back to having sex with Luke," Scarlett mutters, "No one's stopping you."

Lowering her hands, Camille sucks in a large breath, "I can go one night without him."

Scarlett moves closer to her, "Prove it."

"Fuck it," Cami tries to refrain her smile, but it quickly breaks through, "Fine."

Scarlett and Donna laugh together happily, while Camille continues to try and maintain the unhappy mood but it's shoved away when she's pulled roughly off the sofa and her friends land on top of her, their laughs igniting her own.

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my fav ladies

word count,
3643

not proof read at all