The Life of a Biker's Daughter

An Unexpected Surprise

Right next to my head is an etching of my name in the jail holding cell.  I used the zipper on one of my leather jackets to make it a long time ago. Ergo, why I am not allowed to wear anything with zippers into the holding cell anymore.

My current outfit is a black tank top, a pair of basketball shorts Unser keeps in his desk just for me, and socks. It looks like Unser arrested me while I was playing basketball.

The scuffling of feet echoes in the hallway.  No doubt it's Unser.  Am I getting a cell mate or are they letting me out for the night?

"You awake in there, Casey," Unser asks me, holding in a yawn.

I am laying down on the hard, cold concrete bench at the back of my holding cell.  Since I got here, I have just been staring at the ceiling, taking bets in my mind on who would be bailing me out.

"Do I ever sleep when I am in a holding cell," I laugh.  I have never been in a holding cell more than twenty-four hours.  The Sons would never let that happen, making there no reason to nap in here.

Unser chuckles lightly at my comment.  "The charges against you have been dropped, and I am sure as hell not pressing any, so you are free to go."

Quickly, I sit up wrapping my hands around my knees.  No way Wendy just dropped the charges.  If she could, I am sure she would have put me six feet under the ground already.

"You better not be messing with me, old man." I give him a small grin, waving my finger at him.

Unser pulls keys from his pockets and opens the door.  "No jokes here, you are good to go."

"Who came to get my trouble causing ass this time?"  Hopping off the bench, I drag myself over to Unser.

It's about time someone set me free.  I am exhausted.  A good night's sleep is in my future.

"Who didn't come to get you, is what you should be asking."

We round the corner for me to spot JJ, Juice, Gemma, and Jax outside in the waiting room.  They can't see me yet, because of the door in between the waiting room and the back offices.  None of them can see me, but I can see all of their faces.  JJ and Juice both look anxious, Gemma looks pleased with a hint of worriment, and Jax looks pissed. 

I stop in my tracks, causing Unser to bump into me.  Why is Jax here?  He should be with his big mouth wife.

"Don't even think about it.  You are not staying here tonight," Unser whispers to me putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Can't we say I punched the officer who tried to put me in the holding cell, and then you can sneak me through the back door,"  I negotiate.

"Is Crazy Casey afraid?"

"Ha!  I am not scared, but I also don't feel like being lectured or yelled at tonight."

"Then maybe you shouldn't punch people."

"I regret nothing.  She deserved it."  I cross my arms and walk towards the door.  Maybe if I pretend to be exhausted, they will let me be.

"There's my girl!" Gemma is sitting in the chair right where the door is.  She gives me a wink.  I knew Gemma wouldn't be mad at me.  Gemma has told me of her disdain for Wendy.  She thought Wendy would be right for Jax at first, but apparently, Wendy has been nothing but a bitch since she married Jax.

"How did it feel to be back in jail, my little criminal," JJ smiles.  He jumps up, giving me a bear hug, lifting me off my feet.  He hugs me as if it's a miracle I made it out of jail unscathed.  "Jax says he needs to talk to you.  You better prepare yourself," he whispers in my ear.