Flower of Scotland

Chibs Part 22

We had bin mekking calls all morning, visiting people tha usually had useful information an trying to find the proverbial needle in a fucking heystack.

I cuidnae for the life o me pin point where she might hev gone. I had contacted a pal in Scotland who lived close te where my Da's old hoose had bin to ask them te let me know if they see a lassie fitting Freya's description over the next couple o days, weeks or months. I had nae idea if she may go back to London but I knew naebody there and had naebody to ask.

Happy had bin stomping aboot like a bear weya sore head, face like thunder. He had poot tha fear o god in te more than one of the connections we had for information but neither had turned up anything useful.

I watched as Happy got off his bike after pulling in. He made his way over te where I stood smoking outside the entrance o the clubhouse.

"Find anything?" He asked in his usual gruff voice.

"Nae" I responded.

"Someone must of seen her." The annoyance is his voice clear. "She must of stopped somewhere. For gas, for food. Anyone checked that?"

I nodded.

"Fuck." He breathed out.

There was a long pause then he spoke again.

"I know your pissed at me brother, but I never meant this to happen."

I looked at him. "Ye never meant te get caught, ye mean."

Sighing I continued "Freya, she knew what she wis getting in te, we spoke aboot it in the beginning, and I know well enough how things work in the club. But tha's my niece, my blood."

Happy clenched his jaw.

I knew this rift between us wuid ease, we were brothers but right noo I was angry.

Tig called oot from inside.

"Freya's car was seen in Oakland last night."

I spun roond and pushed throo the door, Jackie boy looked at me.

"Let's take a trip to Oakland then." He seid with a small smile.

We climbed onte the bikes and heided oot. I wondered as we rode, who she wuid know in Oakland, hoping she hadnae got herself inte trouble o some sort.

Once we had arrived, we rode the streets looking for sight of Freya or her car. I didny no wha I expected. Her to be a standing oot in the open waiting te be found an tekin home maybe.

We stopped at Alvarez's bar, dismounted and med ow wey inside, it was quiet this time o the day. Hardly anybody there apart from the odd regular and some members of the Mayans MC.

We were watched suspiciously as Jax approached the bar to speak to tha man behind.

"We're looking for someone." He said leaning on the bar. "A woman, Long brown hair, big hazel eyes, about 5,3." He gestured with his hand as he said the last bit.

The man shook his heed and Happy stepped forward, pulling oot his phone and shoving it in front o tha man's face.

He looked down at it and nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I saw her, she came in here last night. Used the restroom, drank Whiskey and left."

"She leave with anybody?" Happy asked quickly.

"Nah man." He shook his heid again. "She just got in her car and drove away."

"You sure?" Jax pushed.

"I got no reason to lie ese." The man said.

Frustration wasnae even the word to describe how I felt, if we had rode oot last night, she might of still bin here. I cuid o brought her hoome.

We returned to the bikes.

"Weel tha was a fucking waste o time!" I voiced.

"We've let the other charters know to be on the look out for her Chibs, don't worry she'll turn up." Tigs said reassuringly.

"She's not a fucking lost shoe." Happy sneered as he started his bike and took off.