Dying To Love You

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Pulling up at home, I walk in the door and collapse on the couch and start sobbing. I don't sleep much that night but decide that I won't cry over him again. I can't do this. I have to move on and be done. Getting up the next morning, I head out the door and head to work. Pulling up to the gas station, I pay for gas and head to the pump when a black Crown Vic pulls up next to me. A woman with blonde hair and resting bitch face gets out of the car. "Kelsey Gray, just who I was looking for." she says. "Do I know you?" I ask, knowing who she is. "Agent Stahl, ATF. Can I ask you a couple of questions?" she asks. "Make it quick. Some of us actually work for a living." I say and she smirks. "Don't worry. I won't keep you long. We're actually talking to all of the Old Ladies of the club." she says. "Well, there's where you're wrong. I work at the garage. I'm not an Old Lady." I tell her. "Well, that's a shame. My informant seems to think that you are the Old Lady to a, Happy Lowman." she tells me. "Well you were told wrong. Can I go?" She smirks and says "Since you're not an Old Lady then I guess you can. Have a nice day Kelsey." she tells me smugly before getting in her car and leaving.

Pulling up to the lot, I see Clay standing there talking to Gemma. I walk up to Clay and say "I need to talk to you and the guys." I tell him. "What's wrong?" He asks, concerned. "Agent Stahl." is all I say before he turns and yells "Church." They all walk into the chapel and take their seats around the Redwood. I am standing by the door when Clay starts talking. "Kelsey had an encounter with Agent Bitch this morning. Go ahead baby girl. Tell us what she said." he tells me. "When I stopped for gas, she pulled up next to me. Told me that she was questioning all Old Ladies and had a couple of questions for me. I stopped her and told her that I wasn't an Old Lady. Apparently she has an informant that's been hanging around here because she said her informant told her that I was an Old Lady." I tell them. "Who's?" Bobby asks. "His." and I point to Happy and he just smirks. "I told her that I wasn't anyone's Old Lady and I'm not. Especially not his. But if she has someone here giving her information and they are telling her wrong info like me being his Old Lady then there's no telling what other bad info they are giving her. She never said if it was a man or woman so it could be anyone that hangs out here." I tell them. "Shit. Thank you Sweetheart. Go on and help Gemma. We'll handle it from here. You did good telling us." Clay tells me. I nod and head out of the chapel and out to the office to get to work.

A little later, Clay comes into the office and tells Gemma. "I need a list of all croweaters and sweetbutts. I need to know which ones are new and which are old." he tells her. "Okay baby." she says and looks at him concerned. "I'll explain later." he tells her and she nods. "Stay close to Gemma baby girl." he tells me. "I will." I tell him. As soon as he leaves, Happy comes to the door. "Can we talk?" he asks. Gemma stands up and says "Take your time." before he steps inside and she leaves, closing the door. "What do you need?" I ask, not looking at him. "Come here please." he says as he sits on the couch and pats the seat next to him. Against my better judgement, I move over to the couch and sit beside him. "I'm sorry." he tells me. I look down at my hands. "You have nothing to be sorry for." I say as I go to stand, he grabs my hand, stopping me. "The night at Gemma's, I didn't want to push you away like that. I thought it was the right thing to do but then when I saw your truck and you were hurt, I lost it. I realized I couldn't push you away." he says. "Happy..." I start but he stops me. "Let me finish. When I saw you leave with Juice, it pissed me off because I realized I fucked everything up." he says. "Happy, Juice is one of my best friends. He took me to lunch to see how I was doing. That's it." I tell him. "You're not seeing Juice?" He asks. "No. I'm not seeing anyone." I tell him. He goes to say something but I stand up. "But that doesn't mean that I'll be seeing you. We just work together. I need to keep it at that. Nothing more. Remember, this was your choice. Not mine." I tell him. "Is it still my choice?" He asks. "Not anymore." I tell him. He nods before standing up, kissing the top of my head and walking out the door, leaving me even more fucked up than I was before.