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

Fire & Flames

"What's going on with you?"

Clara questioned looking at Chibs. He arched a brow looking at her in return. He had come home to change his clothes but then he was leaving again so soon. After the event with Tig, Clara wasn't all to sure about what was going on with the club anymore. Clay had been shot and was in the hospital and it seemed to her that things might have been starting to get out of hand around here.

"Jackson has started a new business plan wit someone."

"The hookers right?"

Chibs did a double take at Clara probably wondering how the hell she knew that. She gave a shrug of her shoulders.

"Tig told me a little about it."

Keeping his brow cocked Chibs slowly turned away from her as he pulled on his new pair of socks having to take a seat on the couch to do so.

"It's not that..."

Pressing her lips together she quickly came to understand that Chibs just wasn't going to tell her anything she wanted to know. It irked her to not be able to know things that revolved around her and her family -- mostly her family.

"I'll be back before it get a too late, love."

Chibs said standing up from the couch. She huffed annoyed with whatever it was he was gonna go do and he was quick to notice. Putting his hands around her hips he pulled her into his chest with a smirk.

"Tell ya what. When I get back we'll watch whatever ya want tagether."

A small smile started to slip to her lips.

"Whatever I want?"

He couldn't help but grin as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"Aye lass."

"Okay. Not too late."

"Promise."

He said hugging her closely. With everything that has been going on between the two of them and their families things were hectic right now. But she appreciated the fact that Chibs was at least trying to make a effort in keeping her happy while having to focuse on club stuff.

As Chibs left she was there all alone. But it hadn't been for very long.

A knock came to her door.

"Tiggy?"

She questioned upon opening up the door and seeing him standing there. She noticed a look on his face that wasn't very sure about whatever was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

She asked moving to side step so that Tig  could come inside if he wanted. He did come inside. Sighing he stood in her doorway scratching his head and unable to keep his hands still.

"Tiggy?"

"I wanted to know if you would come with me -- my kid's been arrested and -- "

"Which kid?"

Clara had known of both his girls and had met them once or twice.

"Dawn. I got a call from the cop where he wants to meet for me to pick her up."

Arching a brow Clara wasn't so sure about this.

"Why would a cop wanna meet you somewhere to get her? Why not at the station?"

Tig narrowed his eyes he seemed not sure either.

"I dunno. Will you go with me maybe talk some sense into her find out why she uh got arrested?"