Chibs | Sick of being Used | Tig | Sons of Anarchy || Book Three

Loss

Days came and went along with Clara and Chibs. They continued trying to conceive a child any time they had a chance. Clara sat on the edge of the toliet peeing on her pregnancy stick. Pulling it up put of the toliet she frowned.

She still wasn't pregnant.

Tossing the test into the trash can she felt her heart sink.

Why was it so hard for her to get pregnant this time with Chibs when the last time she -- unless...

Her breath hitched in the back of her throat. Unless the last time she had gotten pregnant it was from Tig.

Closing her eyes she frowned and walked out of the bathroom before flicking off the light. This contract depended on this. If she didn't complete the terms then things were going to get ugly for both sides so fast.

She didn't want that.

Suddenly the house phone rang. Rolling her eyes she walked over to the phone.

"Hello?"

She answered hearing breathing on the other end. She said hello again and suddenly a voice came over the phone.

"Don't hang up."

Her eyes widened. The want to hang up the phone on him was strong and she had every right to do it.

"Why shouldn't I?"

Her tone was a sharp bite to him on the other end.

"And why are you calling me?"

"Your daddy called me. He wants you to go see him."

"I'm hanging up the phone."

"No, Clara wait."

"Clay I don't wanna talk to you -- "

"It's about Chibs."

She paused her brows frowing together as she stood there with the hallway phone in her hand.

"What?"

"Jax has the club running around working with hookers. Did you know?"

"I -- I didn't? I thought it was all about... The other?"

"Jax wants out of that but in doing so he's gonna make a whole lotta people mad. He did that today."

"What do you mean? Is he alright?"

"We lost Kozik."

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone. Clara didn't know what to say. They had lost Kozik? Had lost him in

"He's dead?"

"I'm sorry."

"Is everyone else -- "

"Juice got hurt but everyone else is okay. Jax is gonna get a lot more people hurt before this is all over. I just don't want you to be blind sided by this."

"Yeah. I gotta go."

She said hanging up the phone quickly. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Her body moved away from the phone and the next thing she knew Chibs was shaking her. Her eyes shot open and she gasped her arms reaching out and grabbing Chibs by the forearms.

"Darlin wha happened!"

Her eyes darted around to find them both alone. Clara sighed deeply before she looked at Chibs and grabbed the sides of his face. A great look of worry washing across her own face.

"You're okay -- Kozik is he -- "

Chibs frowned and slowly pulled her up into his hold. She sobbed holding him closely.

Things just weren't the same after that. Clara had went and visited Juice in the hospital but she went and kept her distance from everyone else. Kozik had no other family but his club and so there was no funeral.

It seemed like a haze to her as time passed. Chibs was home less and less and when she asked him about the whole "hookers" he told her that there was an escorts club the guys were looking into doing.

She didn't find any need to worry since the club had crows and Chibs had been faithful to her around them. And his talk about marriage and family seemed to let her know that he had no intentions on leaving her anytime soon.

She never did call or speak to her father even after Clay had contacted her. She wasn't sure how he got a hold of Chibs's house number, but her guess was someone from the club told him.

Taking a deep breath Clara set the weights down on the bar and rested from her bench press. Her garage gym had been completed and she was rather happy with it. She had a bench, a weight rack, a treadmill, yoga mat, an ab worker, and various other things like a jump ropes and hand weights more of that nature.

Sitting on her bench she contemplated on what to do next. Right when she was getting ready to stand up there was a bang at her garage door. Arching a brow she glanced over at the window and seen someone she didn't expect to see.

"Tiggy?"

She barely got his name out when he pushed her into the garage and shut the door back with a quickness.

"Get down!"

He hissed hearing cars speed past the house. Clara ducked down having Tig press her all the way to the floor. The cars flew through the neighbourhood with a quickness before barreling down the road.

Looking down at Clara she looked back up at him. Their chests heaving as he kept her pinned to the floor. Her eyes widened looking up at him.

"What type of trouble are you in now?"

She questioned seeing his bright blues watching her closely.

"I -- it's retaliation."

Arching a brow she watched as Tig narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"You -- you don't know do you?"

"I know that you're crushing me."

Tig sat back up standing to get up off her. He held his hand out to her pulling her up along with him. Once they were standing Tig let go of her hand.

"I -- It's Clay."

Tig said turning away from her. Her eyes widened as she looked to Tig. What had happened to Clay?

"He was shot. Hurt because I -- because I left him when he needed me -- "

"No. No. No. This isn't your fault."

She said quickly walking around to face him. Her hands came up quickly to the sides of his face and held him. She looked into his eyes searching for something, anything, that told her what she wanted to know.

"He was shot and he's in the hospital -- Chibs didn't tell you any of this?"

Shaking her head she embraced Tig. Holding Tig closely she felt him wrap his arms around her hugging her tightly against him. She heard him sniffle as he cried quietly against her. Her hand messaged the back of his neck while she held him against her. Her chin against his shoulder.

"Who was chasing you? Where's your bike?"

Sniffling a bit more Tig took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

"Popes men. Uh, behind the brush on the walkway."

Clara couldn't help but smile a bit. She pulled back from him and grinned.

"And Chibs said it was a dumb idea to pretty up that yard."

It was Tig's turn to chuckle and smile a tiny bit.