Chibs | Sick of being Used | Tig | Sons of Anarchy || Book Three

Wrong Choice

I was drunk.

Not like extremely drunk but I was drunk enough to think that I could do just about anything. And one of those things was apparently dance with Layla.

The two of us were laughing as we spun around to some type of fast pace song. I didn't even know what it was about, but I knew it was amazing to be spinning around and shaking my body like a drunken idiot.

Layla was laughing with me. Feeling her place her hands on my shoulder she smiled. The two of us had gotten close ever since she first started dating Opie. When she came to the garage on her first time with a car tire that lacked a tire I greeted her and cracked some jokes.

Who would have ever known that would have been the start of all of this here.

"Clara, you've got some of the guys watching you."

Layla whispered before she giggled in my ear. I looked around and seen both Chibs and Tig had their eyes on me. Both watching as my shitty footing had me fall with Layla and we both were laughing so damn hard.

I heard some gasps as we fell from the people in the crowd. Layla landing on my chest and laughing seemingly unhurt.

"This is why you don't lean on a fellow drunk!"

I told her laughing as I tried to help her up seeing as how she was still in her wedding dress. The wedding was wonderful. I had sat beside Chibs during the ceremony and had watched alongside with him as Opie and Lyla got married.

After the almost year-and-a-half of them being together I never thought that they were going to get married. Opie he just didn't seem like he was going to be interested in anyone else after his wife had passed. But I was happy for my longtime friend when I knew that he was able to find someone else that he loved.

And now his wife was one of my closest female friends that I had.

"Here, let me help you guys up."

Opie said as he hopped up on the dance floor and as if it was nothing brought us both up to our feet.

"The big friendly giant comes to the rescue once again!"

I cheered causing Opie to roll his eyes. I just laughed along with Lyla as we parted ways. She wanted Opie to dance with her and I myself was ready for more from the open bar.

Walking off the stage I went straight for the bar only to be stopped and grabbed by someone in the crowd. Turning and looking I seen it was Gemma. And the woman did not look too happy.

"I need to talk to you now that you're done making a fool of yourself."

She hissed pulling me off toward some of the treeline that was there. When we got far enough away from the party she looked at me.

"What the hell is this!?"

She snapped. I raised a brow. Moving some of my short brown hair out of my bright blues I just looked at her. It was then she smacked me on the chest of my kutte.

"Ouch!"

"Oh shut up!"

She snapped at my whining. Even being drunk I could tell that she was pissed off from - probably - my kutte.

"I wanted you to stay out of danger while you were up here! How in the hell did Clay even let you join! There are rules!"

"The guys asked other clubs to bypass the rules. Said I did a good job while they were locked up. Showed I could handle myself."

"A good job? Doing what?"

Of course had I been sober I never would have been standing here telling Gemma everything with the Russians, poilice, or anything else Clay had land on my shoulders while they were in lock up.

And after I was finished I was bombarded with smacks to my body from Gemma, who was overly pissed.

"Are you crazy!? What the hell is wrong with you!!"

Her voice echoed through the night air. I held up my hands to keep her from hitting me in the face as I let her take out her anger and rage on me. Finally after a few more hits Gemma backed away and I seen her cover her face with her hand.

"I can't believe this. I just can't believe this. I'm gonna kill him. He's going to pull you from the club and that's final!"

Gemma said her voice on the brink of crying and still being angry. Even though she had her back turned to me I could still tell just how upset she was acting. I knew she would have been upset, but I didn't think she would have been this upset.

"Aunt Gem... I'm sorry."

I whispered trying to fix this any way that I could. Thank God she didn't know about my near run over experience today with the poilice or else she might have had another heart attack.

"You're going to turn in your kutte. You're going to do it and you're going to not do this shit to me anymore!"

She told me. Jesus I thought she was having a mental breakdown.

"Everything okay?"

A voice picked up. Gemma and I turned to awe it was Tig standing there. He seemed confused and must had come checked on us when he heard all of the yelling. Gemma shook her head and turned away, walking away leaving the two of us standing there.

I sighed and backed up a little to be underneath one of the trees behind me.

"Mind telling me why Gemma was shouting like that?"

He questioned standing there with his hands by his sides. I shook my head as I rubbed the brim of my nose.

"She's pissed I'm in the club. Wants me to turn in my kutte."

"You should."

He told me. I looked at him quickly. Did I just hear him right? He said I should turn in my kutte?

"But, didn't you vote for me to have it?"

I asked looking at him oddly. He turned his head away for a moment. I could see he was clenching his teeth.

"Yeah, but I made the wrong choice."

He told me. I shook my head. His mind games were seriously starting to fuck me up big time.

"Explain."

I told him not understanding how he figured he made the wrong choice.

"After today, seeing you get ran off the side of the road... it's too dangerous."

"It's fucking SAMCRO so of course it's dangerous. Asshole cops are gonna be asshole cops."

I told him he shook his head and took three long strides before he was in front of me. My eyes were wide as he had me pinned with my back to the tree.

"It's not just today. It's going to be every day. Every day is going to be like that for you. And I can't have the idea of you getting hurt resting on my mind because I made the wrong choice."

He told me. I bit my lower lip as I frowned.

"You're so full of shit Trager."

I growled looking up at him. His bright blue eyes seemed sad. His hair was longer and his face seemed thinner than it was before he went away. I felt his hot touch and cold rings brush against the scar on my face from where Piney had shot me.

"I know."

He whispered just as he leaned in and put his lips onto mine.

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