Fall From Grace

Chapter Eight

Gracie

"Oh my goodness!" Gemma walks into The Clubhouse holding a tiny tiny version of Jax bundled in blue and I feel my heart swell with love. "Jax. He's beautiful." I whisper to my brother as Gemma hands him to me and the baby coo's in my arms. "Oh my goodness..." I whisper this time - looking up to meet Opie's smile.

Tara comes to stand beside Jax and I turn my smile to her. "Thank you... for everything you've done to save his life." I whisper and she nods, reaching out to replace Abel's pacifier as he looks up at all of us with wide blue eyes.

When I look up from my nephew Opie is watching me intensely and a few feet behind him a pretty blonde girl is glaring. "That your new piece?" I mutter in a sing song voice - causing Abel to giggle as I rub my finger over his soft cheek. Opie glances behind him nodding to the girl.

"Lyla. She works at Cara Cara. Kinda runs the place since that shit with Luann."

"The porn place?"

"Gracie..."

"Jeez, Opie. You better talk to your girl. I don't want to fight a porn star."

"She's not my girl."

I look up to Lyla again, her arms crossed in front of her tiny body and eyes narrowed. "Doesn't look like that from where I'm standing. It's cool, just tell her I don't want any trouble." Abel coos as I make a silly face and then kiss his forehead.

X

An hour later Gemma is holding a sleeping Abel in her arms at one of the tables and the title grandmother looks good on her. My face is beginning to ache from all the smiling I've done today. I watch Jax and Tara from across the room whisper and giggle with each other and then spot Opie standing beside his old man nursing a beer. The last five years have been hard knowing he was locked up but I looked forward to every Sunday with him. He begged me to let him go in Pasadena but now I think he realizes that will never happen.

Pretty porn stars be damned.

He lifts his beer bottle in my direction as his smile spreads across his handsome face and I wave to him, turning my attention back to Bobby as he fills me in on his recent trip to town. Something's never change. I watch as Clay walks up to Opie and motions for him to come into the meeting room and then he's gone following my dad away. Piney smiles at me and heads towards the bar and eventually Bobby retires to find something to fill his glass.

"Opie has never even mentioned your name before. You don't mean shit to him."

Fuck. I said no trouble and yet here it is standing in three inch hooker boots and a scowl on her pretty face. I turn to who I assume is Lyla and meet her angry eyes, brushing my hair back to get a good look at her.

"Why would he have to mention me? Anyone that's important in this club house already knows who I am."

Lyla actually stomps her foot. "Whatever bitch. Where the hell have you been the past five years? I've been faithfully waiting here for Opie to realize we belong together and you just show up out of nowhere like you own him?!"

Faithfully waiting? You're a fucking porn star for fucks sake. I keep my thoughts hidden behind an easy smile and glance up as my hero steps up behind the delightful woman before me. Opie once pulled a knife on a chick for trying to bully me in the eighth grade, bitch - we are not the same. I almost feel sorry for Lyla as his deep voice fills the clubhouse.

"You need to leave."

Lyla spins around like someone's slapped her mama and huffs, placing her hands on her slender hips. "Opie! I was just telling her that me and you are together! Whatever she thinks.."