Strays

Canard

Chapter Seven

Blowing Smoke Dispensary

Jaycee

Smoke swirls all around me as I clam bake the back office. We've been closed for five hours and that's exactly how long I've been back here self-medicating with pot and whiskey. I cannot handle feeling at the moment. Not when I know what has happened.

Jax has called a few times. I can't bring myself to talk to him. Chibs has called more than a few times. He has left text messages and voicemails as well. I won't be surprised if he comes here after a while. He never did know when to leave me alone.

Shaking my head I put the roach out and take another drink straight out of the Jack Daniel's bottle. Opening one of the desk drawers, I pull out my old smartphone. See, we all use burner phones when doing business because they can't be traced. This one is my personal phone. The one I used to carry with me before the club decided I was valuable to them.

Going into my gallery I go through all the photos. Many of them are of me and Juice just playing around. Some of them even date back to the week we met. It's bittersweet to see the man I've loved for years look so young and carefree. So different than the way he was the last couple of years.

Flashback

" What are your plans for the future? "

" Being in the MC. Maybe get married and have a few kids. What about you? "

" I honestly don't know... I'll be around, of course, I just don't know what I'll be doing. "

" Maybe you'll be my old lady. "

" Boy stop. We're just friends. "

" I know we're just friends... Right now. We don't know what might happen a few years from now. "

Present

Setting the phone down I angrily wipe the tears from my eyes. Even when Chibs and I were a thing, I never once forgot about this conversation. Over the years we kind of let the thought of " us " go anyhow. It hurts because now that future will never happen no matter how badly I want it.

Not that I ever expected it to happen, but it was always nice to envision a world where there was nothing holding us back. Like our moment back at Wendy's apartment. That was something I never saw coming. I just couldn't stand to see him so broken.

Now he's really broken. And there's nothing I can do but drown my sorrows.

Stockton State Prison

Two Days Later

After holding up at the dispensary for a couple of days, I head up to Stockton for my meeting with Tully. As of this moment, I still don't know what my answer is going to be. This whole situation has been weighing on me heavily.

By the time I'm escorted to the private interrogation room, it's already eleven ten. I was supposed to be here over an hour ago but I got a late start this morning. Don't ask.

The second Tully is walked in his eyes are blazing at me. The guard takes his cuffs off and leaves us alone.

" You were supposed to be here at ten. " He growls. " What took you so long? "

I so don't need his attitude right now. " I was busy at my shop. Some of us have to work for a living you know? "

" So what you're saying is, you can't be bothered to help your MC out? " He asks baiting me.

God, does he ever read the room? " At this point, I honestly don't give a fuck about the MC. I barely give a fuck about this. " I say sassing him.

He then does what I previously thought he was too much of a romantic to do. He pins me to the wall with my wrists over my head. Part of me hopes guards come in and save me, but the other more kinky part of myself gets excited.