Sons of Anarchy Imagines and Stories

Spoilt

"So, how have you and Chibs been?" Gemma questions, as she leans against the bar, on a stool.

"Good. Very good. He tells me that the Club is about to seal the deal on a very beneficial drug deal, it goes down tonight and when he gets his pay it should be all good for our home life." You say, with a nod at Gemma.

"Yeah, Clay has been talking about that a fair bit. He is with Bobby and Chibs at the strip club now, the Russians chose the place. Supposedly the best drug deal they are ever going to have, in the history of the club. I don't know the details or anything, but I'm happy if it's good for the club." Gemma says.

"Yeah, Jax says the same thing to me all the time. What about Ope, Lyla? Has he mentioned it?" Tara responds, out of curiosity.

"No actually, he hasn't been speaking about the club. He just completely shuts off about it with me. I think he is just worried about getting me too involved with the club's matters."

"I've been meaning to speak to him about that actually." Tara says.

"Speak to who about what?" Tig interrupts your conversation.

"She has been meaning to speak to you about minding your own damn business Tiggy." You say, smirking.

"Oh darlin' you know you can't get enough of me." Tig says cockily, joking.

"Hun, no. I've already had enough of you." You say back jokingly.

"Woah harsh, but fair enough darlin'. I'm gonna go away now." Tig says, with a laugh and nods at you four women at the bar. "Gemma... looking lovely as always." He says as he walks off, with the infamous Trager smirk.

"Shut up Tiggy." Gemma responds as he walks off.

---TIME LAPSE--- 1.AM

"Alright, well I better get going. Chibs just texted me saying he is home. So, I'll go meet with him and talk about how the deal went, I guess. Mmmm, and maybe I'll get to actually fuck my boyfriend, finally." You say, getting up from your stool with a laugh.

"Been a while? Same with me and Jax." Tara says, with an eye roll.

"Yeah, they've all been so caught up with being the Russians bitches, to suck up to them. Chibs and I haven't gone any further than making out in like 2 months." You say, whining.

"You go get that Scottish dick babyyyy! I don't personally have that problem, dick and all....but like, Imma try to get my husband to talk to me." Lyla says, with a laugh.

"Good luck with that one." You reply to her. "Oh, and I will, even if I have to flirt with someone else to get his attention. Maybe Tig." You say, raising an eyebrow.

"Classic! See ya, Y/N. Good luck." Gemma says.

"GET THAT SCOTS DICK!!!" They say in unison as you leave, really loudly. Luck has it that the music is too loud for anyone to actually hear, except you of course. You walk out of the bar with a smile on your face.

---TIME LAPSE--- 1:30AM

You walk in the door of your house, only to see that Chibs wasn't in the lounge room, but the light to upstairs was on. You go up the stairs slowly, pulling your pocket knife out, just in case things go awry, Chibs had taught you to be careful. And it was unusual for him to not greet you in the lounge room when you arrive home.

You see that the bedroom door is open and note that Chibs is laying on the bed waiting for you, he hears you come in the door and looks up immediately.

"Hey baby, you can put that thing away now." He says noting the knife still in your hand. You put it away, and rush over to him, laying next to him.