Fall From Grace

Chapter Two

Gracie

Five year's later.

A soft groan escapes me as I lean into Opie's kiss, his fingers sinking into my hair as he brings us closer - our chests nearly touching. The club house is over flowing with Samcro members and all of the crow eaters in town so Opie and I are hiding out in our usual spot - a small utility closet near the back of the bar that apparently no one else knows about.

No one but us, and Gemma.

I'm still processing the embarrassment of being caught with Opie's hands up my shirt a few weeks ago.

"Gracie." His voice is so deep, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body as he moves down to kiss my jaw and then my neck - my fingers grasping his hard chest as I try to put some space between us. There's something I need to tell him and it's going to ruin our night.

"I love you." My eyes go wide in the dark as he sits back slightly and gives me some room to process what he's said. I don't think he's ever muttered those words to anyone before and that thought tightens my chest. "I love you so fucking much." He says again as I place my hand over his heart. "I love you too, Opie." I assure him because I do and I have since we were little kids. I run my fingers up to his cheek as his blue eyes search mine. "...but?"

I stay quiet, willing my heartache away. I don't want to do this. I don't want to tell him my mom's forcing me to come back to Nevada.

"There's something you aren't telling me."

When it comes to Opie I'm an open book. He can read me like no one else. "Maybe we should go outside." I say softly, opening the closet door and peering out into the club. Luckily the party is dying down and the ones left have found their own dark corners to have fun in. I slip out of the closet and head towards the front of the bar trying to lose the audience so they don't see me cry.

"Just tell me, Gracie." Opie demands, taking my hand in the middle of the bar and jerking me back to his chest. "We should..."

"Tell me!" I flinch as he raises his voice causing a few club members to stop what they're doing and glance our way. I crane my neck to look up at him and narrow my eyes. "Fine. You want to do this here in front of everyone? My mom is making me come live with her. She's "clean" now." I quote the air for dramatic effect, "and she told Clay she'd take him to court if he didn't agree to it."

Opie is so still I don't even know if he's breathing. He just stares at me dumbfounded and I watch the light in his eyes dim to nothing. "You can't leave." He finally whispers before turning to the bar where Clay is standing beside Gemma watching us closely. "She can't fucking leave!"

Another groan escapes me as I watch him close the space between us and my dad - slamming his palm down on the heavy wood of the bar top. "You're really going to just let her go live with that... that fucking junky bitch?!" He yells in Clay's face and I have to give my dad credit, he stands firm but doesn't let his temper show. He loves Opie as much as I do. As everyone does and we all knew this news was going to be hard on him.

Unfortunately I'm barely sixteen so I have no say in the matter and I don't want Clay or Gemma to have to deal with my mom's wrath so I'll go willingly. "Son, a girl needs her mother. Maybe this will help Kitty stay sober so she can have a relationship with Gracie." Clay says softly only fueling Opie's rage.

I cover my mouth with my finger tips as Opie picks up Clay's nearly empty whiskey glass and chucks it at the wall of liquor bottles behind him - causing several bottles of high end liquor to bust, the dark amber liquid running down the now cracked mirror. "That's bullshit." Opie growls, pointing his finger in Clay's face before he turns back to me. "This is all fucking bullshit!" I watch as he storms past me - jerking his arm away as I reach for him.