Impact [Jax Teller//Sons Of Anarchy]

Chapter Seven

I spent the entire night pouring drinks and flirting with the members who came to sit at the bar. For some reason it all came naturally; as if I had done this in a previous life. It was well past four in the morning when I finally looked at the time. Most of the members had either gone home or disappeared to the bedrooms in the back, which I had later been informed of.

Liv had left me alone just after one, because she had gone off with another biker to make out on the couch. Boy, I wished it had stayed at just making out. Soon enough her top was off and his face was buried in her breasts. What happened after that I couldn’t tell you even if I did decide to look. Two other members were starting a game of pool and blocked the two from my sight. When the game was eventually done I saw Liv passed out half naked on top of the biker. What a night.

I kept myself busy by sipping on the same beer for about an hour and looking at the mug shots framed on one of the walls. I recognised most of the faces as the men I had served at the bar. Afterwards I found a kitchen near the hall and decided to brew some coffee for those waking up with massive hangovers.

At around seven, Gemma showed up at the clubhouse again. She was carrying two paper bags filled with groceries.

“I didn’t mean for you to stay all night,” she said as she put the groceries down on the table. “There are two more in the trunk of my car. Can you go get them for me?”

I did as she asked and returned the groceries to the kitchen. “Anything else?” I asked nervously putting my hands in the pockets of my denim skirt.
“Well, if you still want to stick around I sure could use some help getting this place cleaned up.”

“Sure.”

“The plastic bags are in the cupboard under the sink,” she said while unpacking the first paper bag filled with sugar and creamer.

I went to the sink and opened the door underneath. “There’s nothing here but pots,” I said.
“Shit,” Gemma said, “There might be some more in the closet down the hall.”

I slowly went down the hall. All the damn doors looked the same and I had no idea where any of them lead. I slowly opened the first door I saw. There was only a toilet and basin inside. It smelled of puke and beer.

I tried knocking on the next one. No one answer. Slowly I opened it. Inside I found the blonde guy from last night on top of the girl he disappeared with. He was thrusting hard on top of her and she was moaning.

“Oh my god, sorry,” I said. He only looked sideways at me without breaking rhythm and returned to the girl. I hastily closed the door. Well, that was super embarrassing. Why were these people never ashamed of doing their damn business right in front of everyone?

I shrugged it off and went to the door at the end of the hallway. I put my ear against the door and listened for any voices or movement. It was quiet. I knocked three times and listened again. It seemed like this room was empty.

I opened the door and finally found the closet Gemma was talking about. I moved a box of gloves aside and peeked behind every other item. There was nothing in the closest but sheets and cleaning supplies.

I walked back to the kitchen. “There are no bags in there,” I said.

“Doesn’t matter. I found them in the food cupboard. Men always put shit where they don’t belong. Why do you look so flustered?” Gemma asked when she looked at me.

I turned my head to the side and grabbed one of the bags.

“You caught someone at it, didn’t you?” she asked laughing, “Who was it?”

I started picking up stray bottles and cups. “Just some blonde guy and a chick.”

“Young guy?” Gemma asked.

“Yeah.”

“That’s my son Jax. He must be letting out his frustrations.”
I nodded. That’s definitely not something I would have expected a normal parent to say. Then again, Gemma and everyone in this club was anything but normal.

“Did you enjoy last night?” Gemma asked. I nodded.

“I’m sorry for disappearing on you. I still wanted to tell you why I invited you, but you know, Clay’s cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

I let out a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a gasp.

“Your mom used to be a crow eater here. Always around the boys, pouring drinks, keeping them happy. I guess she hoped like every crow eater that one of them would snag her up and she’d become a Son’s old lady.”

I listened attentively. “My mom came here?”

“Oh honey, she came here all right. That’s why I invited you. I thought maybe you’d want to pursue the dream she never could reach.”

“Become an old lady? I don’t understand what it means.”

“It’s biker speak for being married to one of them. You’re his old lady and he’s your old man. Together forever. Well, at least until you catch him with a crow eater and make him pay alimony until you get snatched up again. But that’s why what happens on the road stays on the road.”

I looked at her with a gaping expression. “No life as hard as a crow eater’s,” she said under her breath.

I threw the last bottle into the bag. “I don’t get why anyone would want to do it then,” I said.
“For the money of course. Or for love. You’ll get both eventually.”

“They make a lot of money?”

“More than you know, sweetheart.”

“And that makes all of this worth it?”

“If you want to stick around then maybe you’ll find out.”