Tacoma's Princess, Charming's Hell-bringer

Gilead

When Gemma called me to tell me Jax was in prison, I almost drove my ass to the prison but stopped myself because not only was I half asleep but there was nothing I could do. As much as I wish I could just bust them out, there is nothing I can do and I hate it.

Jax, Happy, Juice, Clay, Bobby, and Tig. They were all there. What the hell was I going to do?

Wait, Opie! Opie didn't go in maybe I can call him and see what I can do for him to help out? Is there a way I can even help?

Before I could even get out the front door I got a phone call. "Meet me at the club house." Was all I heard on the other line before it went dead. That was Gemma... Fuck. What was it? Did she find something out? Why was I kept in the dark?

I drove to the club house without another thought and as soon as I got there I sprinted towards the doors. "Calm down, sweetheart." Gemma spoke as soon as I came in. "Come sit. We're talking about it what happened and what we can do."

"I can't calm down." I spoke before jogging over to them and I quickly sat on the couch looking at the lawyer looking guy. "I'm worried sick."

"Worrying isn't going to do them any good, we have to keep a level head." Gemma reached over to grab my hand since I was bouncing it on my leg. My anxiety was back and it was through the roof. Two out of my three escapes weren't around to help me, and the last one was Abel but I couldn't be around him right now without breaking down crying. Gunner is still knocked out from the drugs they put him on, and Jax is in jail so I can't stop being nervous.

What if something happens to Jax while he's in jail? What if something happens to any of the guys while they are in jail and I'm not there to help them or stitch them up? What if my brother does something stupid while they are in jail. "Seven figure bail with no court date, it's bullshit." Gemma seemed to start her conversation right where she had left off but my eyes were wide as I stared at the ground.

"Apparently they have security tapes. Women and children running for their lives."

"You saw what happened to Otto." I tensed even worse now as my leg started to bounce one more, and I had to pull my hand away from Gemma's to try and control my shaking. "They've got no protection."

"I know." The guy spoke before looking at me. "You-"

"W-What about a bondsman?" I was trying to rack my brain for anything. Anything at all to help.

"500,000 a head, at ten percent you'd need 300k to get the six of them out."

"I can post the house."

"Okay well that's enough to get out Clay."

I felt eyes on me as I shook. "How much?"

"300k."

"I can get 120k." I whispered staring off.

"How."

"My Camaro is a Z28, remodeled, manual, v8, fully restored, with only 30,000 miles on it. I can get at least 80 grand for it quick then I have money saved up."

"Harley-"

"Sorry, Gemma. Please find a way to get the rest." I got up before anyone could talk me out of it. Before I was out the door I was immediately making phone calls.

"Harley!" I heard Opie yell at me, and when I turned to look at him I flinched seeing him in front of me. "How are you holding-" Before he could ask I immediately jumped forward and hugged him. "Whoa-"

"I-I'm sorry." I sniffled before moving out of his arms. "I just...." I stared off but then saw a car pulling in. "That's Mary, I can't..." Before I could say anything else I turned away from him shaking my head. I quickly walked towards my Camaro, wiped my tears away, and got into my car.