Harley Delaney

He's All Yours

The day was pretty simple surprisingly. I just had to watch after Tara while she was at the clubhouse.

"How are things? You seem a little nervous Tara." I stated, noticing something was wrong.

She let out a sigh, and looked around. "Can you keep a secret?" She asked. I nodded, and she began to tell me about some letters that JT wrote.

Ones that talked about how Clay and Gemma were the ones that killed him.

My eyes widened. "That's..some pretty big news."

She took some papers out of her bag, and handed them to me.

"Those, are copies. I need you to take them, in case something happens. Okay?" I nodded.

"Does anyone else know?"

"I've only told Piney. But Clay and Gemma, are getting suspicious of it. That's why I'm telling you." She explained.

I nodded, but before I could answer her, the doors of the club house sprang open, and I stuffed the letters Tara gave me, into my bag, and threw it in Opie's room.

Chibs and Tig came in, with Juice's arms draped over each of their shoulders so that they could hold him up.

His leg was bleeding, and he could barely hold his head up.

"Is he okay?" I asked, a worried tone in my voice. Chibs shook his head.

"He took a bullet to da thigh."

Tara offered to patch him up the best she could. And she took him in the next room.

"Where's Opie?" I asked, not seeing him or the others. Tig put a hand on my shoulder.

"He's with Jax and Hap. He's fine." He assured me. I nodded, and Tig's hand moved off my shoulder, and he draped his arm around me instead.

"But what about you? Are you okay?" He asked. I let out a sigh.

"Honestly? I'm not even familiar with the meaning of the word." I stated dryly, before walking off.

I dozed off at the bar, and Chibs shook me awake, I lifted my head up to look at him. I rubbed my eyes, and let out a yawn. I faked a chuckle.

"Sorry. I guess I just-" I started, trying to make an excuse. He waved it off and smiled.

"It's fine. Don't worry. But Juicy boy, he's pretty 'igh on painkillers. He um, well he wants ta see yah."

I furrowed my brows, and tilted my head. "Me?" Chibs nodded. "Yes, you. Hasn't shu' up about ya." He chuckled, before motioning for me to follow him.

I hopped off the barstool, and followed the Scotsman.

Juice was sitting on the club's table, completely zoned out. Tara packed up her things and smiled at me as she patted my back.

"He's all yours!"