Flower of Scotland

Freya Part 45

As soon as I was outside of the cavernous warehouse, I felt like I could breathe again. It wouldn't last I was extremely aware of that fact but for the moment I enjoyed the freedom of my breath without the weight on my chest.

Marcus came towards me and with every step he took my fortitude crumbled. He enveloped me in his arms and I pressed my forehead to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" I repeated over and over again.

"Conejita please, It's not your fault." He soothed me.

He placed his hands on my upper arms guiding me to straighten up, and holding me there.

"We will find a way to end this man Freya, You will not live in fear of him."

He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I need to get back to Oakland, business wont run itself huh."

I reached into the pocket of my black hoodie and pulled out my car keys.

"Take my car." I told him. "I'll ride back with my Uncle, I think we probably need to talk."

Marcus nodded and took the keys I held out in my hand.

"Don't get kidnapped." I said with a half hearted smile as he walked towards my car.

He smiled back at me "But today was so much fun."

I rolled my eyes in response.

I felt an arm encircle my shoulders and tilted my head to see who it was, the sun was shining directly into my eyes and I had to squint to see Tig smiling down at me.

"I wont say I understand it, but there's obviously a shit load of respect between you two."

"How pissed is Chibs?" I asked him.

"I'm sure you had your reasons baby, just tell him what they are, he'll understand." He soothed me.

We piled into the van and made our way back to the clubhouse. My Uncle didn't look at me for a good portion of the journey, then out of nowhere he spoke.

"Did ye mean wha ye said Freya? Did ye kill ya Da?"

I worried my lip before answering, there was no point lying about it now. It was out there. All I could do was hope he understood.
Sitting in the back of the van surrounded by the Sons I steeled myself for whatever reaction I was going to get. I looked at Happy and he nodded to me before I looked to my Uncle.

"Aye, I killed him."

Chibs rose his head to look at me and I immediately felt a rush of need to explain myself, to make him understand.

"Ye didnae no im." I said shaking my head a bit.

"He wa my brother Freya, I knew him well enough." He replied sternly.

Anger was building and I fought to keep my voice steady.

"Aye,ok. Ded he break your ribs too, nose, wrist?...Nae, I didnae think so. When Ma died he dropped me off with Farthy and Granny and fucked off. He wud turn up ageen when he run oot of cash, give me a kicking, and tell me.

I don't know who's wee bastard ye are, but yer no mine.

Granny wud part wi her money and off he wud go , for a while a least."

"Freya"  Chibs interrupted me, his voice low and full of compassion.

"Nae, yoo wanted te know, ye cudnae look at me five minutes ago, so let me finish.
After ye Ma and Da died, he came back. This time he told me. I wer supposed to die in tha fire with my Ma, it wer him. Ageen he told me I wer a bastard, and I wasnae his. Sed he knew because o my blood. He and Ma were both positives and wasnae. My blood is O negative. He told me this wi his hands around my neck. So I killed him and wud do it ageen."

By the time I had finished the van was still and we were back at the clubhouse. Everyone was silent as they waited for my Uncle's response.

"Your blood is negative." He said looking at me.

I nodded, confused that he was choosing to cement that piece of information in spite of everything else that I had just told him.

His face was gradually paling and he looked as if he might pass out but he didn't say anymore. So I got out of my seat and left the van, followed by the rest of the Sons. I poured myself a large Whiskey from the bar and knocked it back enjoying the burn of it on its way down. I felt a hand on the small of my back, not needing to turn to know who it was. The touch was as familiar to me as my own name.

"I want you to go up to the cabin Freya" Jax said coming to join us at the bar. "It's just a precaution for now."

I nodded, not having it in me to push back at the moment.

"I'll send Tig with you." He continued.

"No." Happy cut in. "I'll take her."

Jax looked at me. "That ok with you?"

I nodded again. My mind was on other things, my Uncle's reaction to what I had told him, what had happened to Marcus because of me, and my ever conflicting feelings for Happy.

Without a word I collected my bag and went to wait by Happy's harley. He appeared shortly, handed me a helmet and started the bike. For once I appreciated Happy's reluctance for unnecessary conversation. He could read me like a book anyway. It was something that I had valued at times and had driven me mad at others.

We didn't speak the entire time we were on the road, nor when we arrived at the cabin. I showered, changed and climbed into the bed, willing sleep to come and claim me. It didn't come and I was restless, fidgety and wound tight. I could see Happy's silhouette outside the window where he sat on the porch furniture. I thought about how different things could have been for us and for a split second I pretended they were. I pretended we were in this shithole cabin for no other reason than to be together.