Sons Of Anarchy.We All Fall Down . .

35. Overthinking

As I walked over to Gemma I couldn't help but feel a little out of place. With the wondering eyes and the cat calls I was receiving I instantly regretted my decisions on what I wore. Gemmas' eyes widened as they noticed me weaving through the crowd. She began to march towards me and something in those brown eyes told me I was in deep shit. 

"What in the hell are you doing here?" She scolded with her arms folded. 

I pointed to where Tig was dry humping a girl against the wall. "He invited." I answered as I scrunched up my nose in disgust. The outside air was starting to smell like vomit and booze. The smell was making me nauseous. 

"Does Jax know you're here?" Her tone was challenging. As If I was stupid enough to go up against her. I wasn't afraid of Gemma, I was afraid of what she was capable of. There was a difference between the two. 

I shrugged my shoulders and grimaced as a SOA member was down deep in pussy. "I don't know. He was here a second ago." 

She nodded and inclined her head towards her car. "Come on. We're leaving." 

"I just got here!" No way was I going anywhere. I didn't want to waste my gas on this shit. In this case I could've gone to the races tonight. 

Gemma smiled and threw her arm around my shoulder. "Yes. I see that! And now we're leaving. Leave your car here for tonight. No one is gonna mess with it." I groaned in annoyance and had no choice but to follow her. I just got here and now I had too leave. This was bullshit. "Come on. I haven't seen or talked to you in a while. We can catch up on a few things." 

"Fine." I grumbled in displeasure from underneath her arm. She chuckled and pushed me to the passenger side of her Cadillac. I released a small smile and climbed in her leather seats. "You know this is BS, right?" 

She stared straight into my eyes and turned her vehicle on. "You know I don't care, right?" With a sigh, I placed on my seat belt and rolled down my window. "Suck it up buttercup. You'll be fine. Plus, we're gonna visit Abel. I haven't seen the little man today." 

I thought of my little brother and smiled in adoration. Every time I thought of him, I thought of blueberry pancakes. I fed them to him once and he loved them. I remember cleaning him afterwards and washing the excess off of his face. Without realizing it, I came to the conclusion that I missed him. I missed him everyday. Abel was the thing I clung onto the most. He was my salvation.

While we turned down the street that made a straight line to my house. I thought of a way to bring up the incident with the men in black. "So -" 

"If you're gonna ask me about what happened back there I would spit it out now because your father won't tell you shit." 

Gemma. The only women who could possible read minds without even looking into the persons direction. I shook my head and readjusted my seat belt so the belt itself was behind me. I turned towards my grandmother and inclined my head back the garage. "Who were they?" 

She dug through her purse and found a loose cigarette. She placed it in her mouth before lighting it. "You really wanna know?" 

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't want too." I wanted in this club. She knew that. My father knew that and frankly  I knew it was never gonna happen but I wanted to try. That's at least I could do. 

Gemma took a long drag from her cancer stick and blew the smoke out the window. "The man all dressed in black like an undertaker was Ethan Zobelle. Apparently he's new in town and thinks he can run this place the way he wants to run things. You heard him; he wants the boys to stop selling guns to people other than themselves."