' "You look..." "Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?" '
Amidst the shadows of the little town of Charming, this chaotic and dangerous scene steps in Giselle Telford, a woman dead set on escaping the shadows of her past to embrace an uncertain future...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
After saying goodbye to Cameron and Cherry, Giselle decided to head home and sort some stuff out. She spent the whole afternoon there, then figured she'd swing by the club to grab a drink and pick up her clothes.
She didn't have to work since the bar was mostly wrecked and under repair, so she had the evening to herself.
When she arrived at the club, everyone was gathered around. "Hey, guys," she greeted them with a smile. "Ahhh, Wild Rose," Tig called out, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Are you already drunk?" she teased, laughing, and he pretended to be offended. "I'm as sober as a priest," he declared. Giselle shook her head and headed to her room. "Join us for a beer?" Tig asked. "Keep one cold for me, I'll be back after I grab my stuff."
With that, she went to her room to pack up. She only had a duffel bag anyway.
As she was putting her clothes inside, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw Jax standing by the door. "You leaving?"
The way he said it made her heart ache. She put down her shirt and turned fully towards him. "I think it's time I used that house I got, don't you?" she tried to joke. "Is it because of what happened between us?" he asked, stepping closer. This time, she didn't step away.
She shook her head. "No, I already planned to start using that house. It's about time," she said, and he nodded, looking down.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she moved closer, taking his hands and searching his eyes. "Jax, about yesterday... um..." She didn't get to finish because they heard the sound of breaking glass. They looked at each other, worried, and ran to the bar.
When they got there, they saw the SWAT team storming the club. "Everybody down!" one of them shouted at Jax and Giselle, forcing them to the floor. "Jeez, where's your finesse?" Giselle said sarcastically.
Jax's eyes were fixed on her. "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing how roughly the agent had pushed her. "Yeah, I'm fine," she reassured him with a smile, then started scanning the room to make sure everyone was okay.
Her eyes met her father's, and he tried to give her a reassuring smile. Despite the chaos, Giselle wasn't scared or even that worried-just really pissed off.
She saw Stahl enter and let out a small scoff. Of course, this was her doing... what a surprise.
Their eyes met, and Giselle noticed the state of the agent's face, letting out a small laugh and shaking her head. Naturally, Stahl noticed.
"Robert Munson, you're under arrest for the murder of Brenan Hefner," the agent announced. When Giselle saw Bobby being arrested, the worry she hadn't felt before hit her hard. She looked at Jax, eyebrows furrowed. "What the hell did you guys do?" she whispered through gritted teeth, getting the same worried look from him as before. "Idiots," she muttered to herself.
"I'll call Rosen, Bobby. You just sit tight," Clay shouted before getting kicked. Giselle clenched her jaw, glaring hard at Stahl. "Hey, bitch!" Gemma yelled, spitting at Stahl, who then kicked her. "Hey, bitch!" Giselle shouted, mustering the strength to stand and trying to push Stahl away from Gemma. Two agents grabbed her arms, but she resisted. "I'm gonna shake hands with whoever gave you that face job," she joked with a grin.
