He Use To Be A Son Of Anarchy

Chapter Twenty One: Gambling Debt

For the next week Georgeville experienced what was the worst week of the town's life. The local (and only) supermarket was closed for business. A water pipe had burst leaving the entire supermarket floor under water. We were all forced to buy our essentials from the gas station. It wasn't so reliable. Half of the time the milk was sour and the products far older than their expiration dates.

One morning I had to pop in to see if I could find any sugar. Jax had been regularly popping in for coffee dates and he and I had both run out. I didn't exactly expect to find anything at the rough looking gas station shop, but I had to try. As expected, there was nothing. Either they were all out or never stocked it in the first place.

I exited through the squeaking sliding doors. To the side of the entrance a plump man stood arguing with someone on the other side of the wall. He wore dirty blue overalls and I assumed that he worked at the gas station.

"I told you I don't know anything about him," he said to the wall.

"Oh, come on. You and I both know you're buddies. You know where he is. You just don't want to rat him out."

The man rubbed his hand over his bald spot. "I'm not sure where he is."

Even I could see he was lying. He appeared to be nervous. His hands were trembling as he shoved them into his pockets. He was obviously trying to appear honest, but his tell was too obvious.

"Listen, I'll make you a deal. Tell me what I want to hear and I'll make sure that gambling debt of yours is taken care of."

The man appeared to be startled by this. He was surprised that the other man knew this about him. That was pretty obvious.

The man considered this for a moment. He must have been in some real shit if he was making a deal with this man. I hadn't even seen him yet, but I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was not to be messed with. I slowly started walking towards the road. I didn't want them to know I was eavesdropping.

"He's at a motel just outside the Nevada border. Lux Motel, I think."

I peered over my shoulder to look at who he was talking to. In front of him stood a tall man with very short hair, almost bald. He patted the gas station attendant hard on the shoulder. "Good choice. You'll be hearing from me if this doesn't check out. Let's hope it does." He picked up the helmet that was perched on the motorcycle.

"Valerie?" a voice asked from in front of me. Terry stood blocking my way, looking as demented as ever. My concentration was broken; the gas station attendant and the biker forgotten.

"Get out of my face, Terry. If you ever come near me I will cut your fucking dick off with a blunt knife." I spat the words at him. I was being dead serious. I was no longer afraid of Terry. Not as long as I had Jax on my side. Terry was dangerous, sure, but Jax was even more. Terry May would never lay a hand on me again. And if he tried, well, I already made it clear what would happen.

I practically jogged passed him. I had to get back to my apartment, to where Jax was. Not because Terry was once again trying to talk to me, but because I saw something utterly terrifying. The man the gas station owner had been talking to was not just any guy. I had been able to look at the biker thoroughly just before Terry appeared. He was a man with a custom built motorcycle and a Sons of Anarchy club vest.