Flower of Scotland

Part 34

It was the early hours of the morning by the time I got back to the farmhouse. Jade had sent Alvarez to pick up my car from the diner and spoken to Jax, who was indeed still sat outside the station.

She pulled into the front of the property and as I got out she spoke.

"Freya." She said through the cigarette clamped between her lips. "Be careful. I won't commit fraud on your behalf very often. We were lucky this time."

I nodded at her.

"I appreciate it, I'll do my best to stay under the radar."

"Hmmm." She responded. "Maybe lay low for a while. That prick at the precinct has a real hard on for you."

"Yeah, will do." I told her.

I had no intention of laying low, I had a hit hunter to kill before he had a crack at killing the Sons.

Alvarez was in the kitchen when I came in, he got up and pulled me into a hug.

"You had a long day Conejita, I'm glad your ok. Get some sleep huh, I'll stay tonight so your not alone."

I could have cried. But instead I thanked him, kissed his cheek and went to take a shower.

While I stood under the constant stream I replayed the encounter I had with officer Dixon over and over in my head. That man was dangerous and I needed a way to keep clear
of him. Maybe Marcus was right. I should take a break. By the end of my shower I had decided that I would, right after I tied up loose ends.

I sat on my bed cleaning and sharpening my knives when my phone rang. I saw Jax flash up on the screen and answered the call quickly, hoping against hope that he hadn't grassed me up.

"Freya?" Jax said sternly.

"Yh it's me." I replied.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm ok. They had nothing, it wasn't even one of mine. The evidence was circumstantial. My car was seen in the area. I got bail, pending trial for the concealed weapon and while they look into my overstay forgiveness. I'm probably looking at a fine, but we'll see."

I wasn't going to mention officer Dixon what would be a sure fire way of getting Jax to sing like a canary in the next church meeting.

"They have open carry laws Freya" he chuckled.

"Where's the fun in that? I joked "It takes away the element of surprise."

I waited a beat, running a finger down the hilt of the blade that Happy had got me before everything went to shit.

"How is everyone Jax?"

"Chibs and Happy are ok." He replied.

"And everyone else?" I pushed.

"We're good. We have a run tomorrow into Stockton. There's a meet there, lots of other charters. Some charity event." He explained.

"Ahhh shit Jax!" I moaned "I've seen these events, it'll be dark, noisy and full of people, you might as well paint a target on your back!"

"We can't sit in the clubhouse waiting to get the all clear Freya" He batted back.

"Why not?" I demanded. "You've locked down before why is this different?"

He huffed "It can't be done."

"For fucksake." I breathed out. "I'll see you there."

"Wait, what?" He spoke unsure of what I had said.

"I said, I will be there. Don't go shooting your mouth off about it." I told him.

"Do you think that's such a good idea right now, considering...." He replied.

"I'll do my job Jax, you do yours." I ended the call tossing my phone down on the bed.

I left my room to see if Alvarez was still up. Finding him in front of the TV, I told him.

"I need eyes on Ben Wilder. The Sons are going on a run tomorrow to Stockton. Lots of other charters about, perfect for picking off half pissed bikers."

"Ok, I'll make the call. He gestured towards me with his head. "You good? You looks little......" he didn't finish his sentence.

"I'm fuming Marcus! I will be so much happier once that cunt is dead and I don't have to worry about it anymore!" I raged.

Alvarez raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe you need some sleep, shit will be clearer in the morning"

I deflated instantly.

"Yeah I could really do with some clarity right now.......night."

"Goodnight Conejita." He said as I walked from the room.

I tossed and turned for hours, willing the sleep to come. When it finally did it wasn't the peaceful, restful sleep I had craved.

Happy stood before me in my dream. Gun in hand, his T-shirt soaked in blood. He looked different. He didn't have the normal gleeful expression he wore during a situation such as the one I was presented with. Instead he looked haunted. On the verge of breaking down.

I called out to him, but he couldn't hear me. I couldn't move, couldn't get near him, I felt as if something was holding me back. The more I tried to to reach him the further away he got. I started to panic, screaming for him to hear me.

My eyes flew open and Marcus was beside me.

"Hey, you're ok, it was just a dream Freya."

My breath came in quick gasps and I was shaking like a leaf.

He repeated. "You're ok."