Anarchy's Archangel

Chapter 6: Family Dinner

   Family dinners was something I seriously missed during my travels. Club matters would take a back burner for the night and we'd really get to be ourselves, or at least not feel like we *had* to maintain the scary/badass personas that most people saw us as. The guys laughed more, their shoulders less tense; while Ma got to act on her desire to care for a large family. Everyone just genuinely appeared happier.

    I had just finished up my hair and makeup, while listening to some Frank Sinatra. I threw on a pair of black ripped jeans, a green flowy top, and my matching leather boots and vest. I started putting my jewelry on when I heard a knock at my door. "Come in, its open!" I said.

Chibs opened up the door and walked in wearing a dark jeans and a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I must've been staring longer than I thought because he chuckled and said "It's rude ta stare lass, besides you look a million times better than I do." One side of his mouth quirking as he spoke the last part.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks and looked away briefly, shaking my head. "Thank you, but don't put yourself down like tha', did ya need something?" I asked.

"Just tryin ta figure out if ya need a ride to dinner tonight." He replied.

"That'd be great, are you ready to head out? Gemma wants me there at 6." I stated. He nodded his head and grabbed my hand, kissing the back of it.

"Yer chariot awaits." He joked with a slight bow, letting me lock the door of my dorm before leading me with my arm looped through his as we walked through the clubhouse and out to his bike. He hopped on and handed me his helmet. I clipped it on and sat behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist tightly before we took off.

    We got there 15 minutes early and walked up to the door where I knocked, my mother opening the door a moment later. 

"Hey baby, thank you for getting here early. Rode here with Chibs I see." She teased with a smile on her face as she welcomed us both in, kissing us on our cheeks in passing.

"It's no problem Ma, just let me know what you need help with and I'll get right on it." I replied, ignoring the second comment.

"Yeah, can you go grill the chicken? BBQ sauce is in the fridge door. Chibs, Jax and Clay are in the living room, feel free to grab a beer and join them sweetheart."

We both nodded and went to where she told us to go. Half an hour later I walked in from the backyard, all the bbq chicken on a large serving plate and set it on the counter in the kitchen where Ma was instructing the croweaters that were helping prepare the food.

The rest of the guys had shown up and their laughter could be heard coming from the living room. The food was finished, and most of the croweaters were setting up the table while one was walking back to the living room with beers for the guys.

My hands were resting on the back of one of the chairs at the table, and I looked down when I found myself absentmindedly tracing over a chip in the wood.

"I still remember the day that happened, you know. I was unsure of whether to be more proud because you stood up for yourself and went for something you really wanted, or pissed off because you embedded a knife in one of my chairs." My mother said wistfully with a smirk as she came up beside me, pointing to the 'wound' in the chair. I chuckled, remembering the exact day she was talking about.

**Flashback to Saoirse at 16, almost 17**

     It'd taken a long three years to get the 70's model, MACH1 Mustang restored to its true classic beauty, but I was over the moon now that I was finally done restoring the project car that dad and I had started a few months before the accident that caused his death. I had spent the last 2 hours washing and detailing it, and was currently finishing with polishing.