Charming (Sons Of Anarchy)

Chapter 33

Arriving at the hotel my family and the club were staying at, I took off my helmet and placed it on top of my handle bars. Switching off the engine, I put the bike on the stand and entered the lobby of the place. I had been lucky enough to be told where and which room they happened to be staying on, all thanks to Mum of course. Anyone else wouldn't of had an idea, that's where Mum came into the picture. Not only was she practically the queen of the club, she was the person who knew almost everything. Disregarding club business.

Stopping on the fourth floor, I stormed to the last room on the right. Room 395. It was apparently some type of enormous suite. It turned out to be cheaper for them all to stay in a white than it was for individual rooms. Yeah, my parents were tight-arses.

Knocking on the door, trying not to bash the door down, I patiently waited.

Of course Dad answered, looking a little relaxed as he held a beer in one hand and a whiskey in the other.

"Hey sweetheart!" He gave me a smile, almost ushering me to enter, but I had other plans.

"Hey Dad." I replied, my tone was flat and even he recognised how pissed off I was. If I could glow, I'd be a dark red right now.

"What's going on Ethel?" Dad's relaxed face scrunched up and now he looked like he was awaiting what bad news I had.

The question was, should I tell them what was going on? Mum already knew someone was after me and most likely would have mentioned it to Dad and the rest of the club.

"Where's Cheek?" I demanded, completely ignoring his question.

"He isn't here. What are you looking for him for?" Scotty appeared by Dad, looking a little confused.

I clenched my jaw and stared down at the ground, my fists were also clenched in the rage I was in.

"Ethel. What is going on?" Dad's voice grew lower and this time he sounded very stern.

"You wanna know?" I asked, looking around me. The scowl reappearing onto my face from earlier.

They both gave me a very serious expression before ducking their heads out the door and glancing around as well. Before I could speak another word, Scotty tugged me into the suite and slammed the door shut.

"Ethel." Mum smiled, but her face soon turned grim when she took in my appearance. Bloodied hands, sweating, probably as red as a tomato.

"You lot. Get your arses out here." Dad yelled out, taking a seat on the lounge that was in the centre of the room. Standing in front of the lounge, I watched as the rest of the guys appeared and approached us.

"See? Cheek's not here. Now, go on." Dad took a sip of his whiskey. "What's been going on and what is this about?"

"If you aren't already aware, before you all came over to Charming, shit had been going down." I state, my tone of voice was deep and at this present time, I was nobody to mess with.

"That's generally what's goes on in a club, sweetheart. That's no different to any club around the fucking world." Dad replied, he hadn't of heard me out yet.

"I know." I sent a glare into his direction, briefly.

"I've been involved, whether I liked it or not. I don't know if the shit going on truly has any quarry with Samcro, but I do know it does with me. A 'Diego Sanchez' has put a hit on me." I state, looking around the room to see whether any facial features changed. The name to them was familiar, but only one person seemed to know exactly who I was talking about.

A sly smile appeared on my face as I stared at my own father. "Know the name, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why the fuck would Cheek put a hit on you." Dad asked, he looked very confused.