To Be With a Teller

Dish Pan Hands

With my hands drenched in dish water, I scrubbed the last few remaining dishes. Placing them in the drying rack. I noticed Clay and Alverez chatting at the bar. Was I still concerned about whether I was in danger. Absolutely. Given my circumstances now, even more so. This new motorcycle club was stirring up the Mayans and the Sons. A hand tapped my shoulder, I looked back at Gemma and she smiled.
"Thanks girly, I can handle the rest." I smiled back at her and dried my hands on the towel that sat on my shoulder.
"What do you know about this motorcycle club? I asked and Gemma shrugged.
"Honestly, not a whole bunch. Clay hasn't really talked to me." I scowled at her nonchalant tone.
"What do you mean? Are you guys okay?" Gemma sighed and hung her dish towel on the oven handle.
"Yeah, just having a rough time right now. Shit just ain't going as well as it use to." I nodded and knew exactly how she was feeling. I felt like another baby oven and a mode of free child care.
"You alright girly. You don't look well," she felt my forehead with her hands. Now that she mentioned it, I did feel a little uneasy.
"I'm alright, just a little stressed is all." She grabbed my shoulders and made me face her.
"My girl, as much as I love my son and he is still the VP of this club. But don't let him get away with treating you like shit. He can be an ignorant Jack ass sometimes." In my head I totally agreed with her, and I could see that she was having similar issues as well. Her and Clay weren't as tight as they had once been.
"Where is Jax and Tigg?" I asked Gemma, realizing I hadn't heard from Jax in a few hours.
"They had to make a run to Stockton. No idea why." I frowned, knowing where he had left the boys and who with.
"Hey Gem," she sipped on a rye and ginger and rose and eyebrow at me. Signalling for me to continue.
"Do I have anything to worry about with Wendy and Jax?" I asked, hating myself for even been skeptical. But right now I wasn't even sure where his head was.
"Nah, they had there time. And I doubt he'd risk knocking the junky up again." And I swallowed deeply.
"Right thanks Gem," but she hadn't made me feel any better.
"Hey Gem! Where's the bourbon I was saving?!" Clay called out to her. An annoyed expression plastered on her face as she walked from the kitchen to the bar.

I leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, my head resting on the frame.
"Hey chica!" I pushed off the frame when I seen the man named Angel walking up to me.
"Where's your man?" He asked and I shrugged with my arms folded over my chest.
"Beats me, I haven't heard from him." Cheering came from the bar as Alverez and Clay watched the football game.
Angel's eyes wandered again, almost unapologetically. Like he wanted me to catch him staring at my slightly exposed cleavage. I rolled my eyes and headed into the kitchen. But Angel stopped me in the doorway.
"You know, my kid brother wouldn't admit it. But he had a thing for you in college," I snorted at his remark.
"You're brother really. Because your wandering eyes seem to say otherwise." He shrugged and smirked my way as I put some laundry in the washer.
"Never said you were bad to look at," I started the washer and picked up a case of beer. I passed Angel and padded his shoulder.
"In your dreams bud," the Mayans sitting around the table in the corner started cackling.
"Shut it Coco!" I snickered and packed the case of beer to the bar.
EZ walked up beside me as I opened the case. I offered him a bottle to which he took.
"Sorry about my knuckle head brother," I smiled at him as I placed the beer in the cooler.
"Oh I've dealt with worse trust me," he nodded and cracked open the beer.
"How long you guys here?" EZ took a swig and placed the beer on the counter.
"No idea. Until we figure out this motorcycle clubs deal." I scrunched my brow.
"What about them?" I asked and EZ glanced at Alverez that sent him a look. One that I'm sure said shut up.
"Not important enough really. Don't you worry." I knew there was something people weren't telling me.
"You don't drink?" I noticed Gemma beside Clay.
"I do, just not in the mood I guess," Lie, I could go for a beer right now.
"Fair, you headed home soon?" I shrugged not really knowing where I was welcome. As I'm sure Wendy was at my house right now.
"No idea, I don't really have much of a plan for anything these days," EZ smiled and I reminded me of all those times in college. Where that smile could make any girl swoon. Including me at one time.

My pocket started to vibrate and I pulled out my phone. Jax was written across the screen. Part of me really didn't want to pick it up but I needed to be a bigger person. He wasn't wrong about earlier I wasn't there mother. And I shouldn't put so much stress on myself to fill those shoes.
"Sorry just it's Jax," EZ explained it was fine and he headed back to his brother and fellow Mayans.
I slide the arrow on the screen to answer.
"Hello?" I asked and the sound of far off talking made me confused. I covered my other ear and walked to try and find somewhere quieter to hear him better.
"Jax?!" I asked again but he wasn't answering. Then I heard the girlish laughs. My heart dropped. Maybe it wasn't Wendy I had to worry about.