Daughter of Mayhem

A Hell of a Day

[Author's Note: Hello readers! It's been a few months, but I have been working on the next chapter. Unfortunately, another idea popped into my head for another SOA fanfiction which I have also started writing. I don't know if it's something I'll be sharing yet, but ideas are always fun. :) This chapter picks up immediately after the final episode of Season 1. I am considering it the pickup of season 2 but it doesn't begin with the first episode. Please forgive any typos. Maybe one day I will go through each chapter and do some editing to clean things up. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Nothing super exciting happens, but there is at least a little bit of fluff. Happy reading! :)]

~Jax~

She was perfect. Charlotte Winston fluttered around the clubhouse after Donna's funeral like the most beautiful social butterfly and I was mesmerized. She was even outshining my mother, who had been playing hostess to these things since before I was born. I adored the very ground she walked on and I didn't even get angry when men from the other charters paying their respects for Donna began to notice her. I wasn't surprised, honestly. She was already known throughout the charters as most had met her when she was younger, and word had spread fast that I'd taken a new old lady. I was grateful they were all showing her the respect she deserved.

Yet, regardless of the way she carried herself, there was a white-hot rage simmering beneath her skin. When we were home, there was no doubt I'd hear about my disappearing act and about being late to the funeral—but that wasn't what would set her off. She was too smart for her own good sometimes, and I knew the moment she'd connected the dots over the true nature of the death of her sister-in-law. However, her ability to avoid reacting to what she knew would no doubt save her life. I was in awe of her.

"You haven't taken your eyes off her since everyone piled in," my mother said as she came up behind me. I turned and shrugged. Gemma Teller-Morrow was never one to mince words. She always let someone know what she thought of them or what she thought they should do in any given situation. She was also a 'what you see is what you get' sort of woman even with all of the secrets she carried...and make no mistake, my mother had more secrets than anyone I'd ever known. However, she didn't always hide her feelings as deeply as she thought she did. I may never have been able to figure out a lot of her secrets, but I could always read her emotions. She was wary as she glanced from Charlie to me and back again. There was little doubt in my mind that she knew what I knew.

"She just buried her sister-in-law. Between her concern for Opie and the kids, plus helping take care of all these people today, I don't want her to get overwhelmed. Well, more than she already is."

"Not to mention your late arrival to the funeral. Your appearance in yesterday's clothes and the smell of stale alcohol all over you indicates you didn't go home last night. You're waiting to see how pissed she is at you."

"I don't need to keep my eyes on her to know how pissed she is at me. I fucked up and she will be sure to tell me all about it later."

"I'd be doing it now in front of God and everyone here."

I scoffed and said, "no you wouldn't. You might if there was no one here but Samcro, but you wouldn't be anything but respectful to your Old Man in front of these men you haven't met. I mean, Charlie could get away with it, for sure, but she—"

"I could get away with what?" I turned to my other side to see my gorgeous Old Lady standing beside me and, God love her, she was handing me a cold beer. I took it and kissed her in thanks before anything else was said. When I pulled away, a soft smile was on her lips and she ran a hand down my arm.