Smoke'n'Booze

VII.

Erin's POV

The next morning, it was around sevenish, we woke up to a buzzing sound. Chibs groaned at my side, trying to ignore the wake up call. Snuggling closer to me, his hands resting on my plain ass. "Filip... come on, dear.... wake up.... your burner is ringing..." "mmmmmmh...." Gently I pushed his hair out of his face. This man was like a drug to me - addictive in every possible way, yet poisonous. The phone shut itself off, the buzzing noise stopped. Chibs groaned again and opened one eye. "How early is it?" "Dunno... about seven?" He muttered some incoherent cursewords under his breath. "I told them not to bother me..." "Well then call back, maybe it's not that important.", I suggested and started to let my hands wander over his chest. "Stop... cannae think...", he murmured and enjoyed the touch.
A sharp ping informed us Chibs had received a message. Groaning loudly he turned around and took his phone from the nightstand. Checking his messages, he rolled his eyes. "It was just Hap... he wants us outta here at 2... he needs the cabin for himself." I chuckled. "Is this your place to fuck?" The Scot looked at me with wide eyes. "No, please don't think like tha... I... I...", he stammered. "Filip, shit up...", I smiled at him. "I am just messing with you. As long you guys keep changing the sheets, I don't give a shit what you lot do up here." Chibs snickered at me and shook his head. "How the hell is it possible tha we ha'nt met earlier? Jesus, woman, yar a hand full..." I winked at him. "Dunno. I was around here for the last 25 years anyway." I laughed at him. Suddenly my stomach started rumbling. "Oh, lass, yar hungry..." "Maybe a little. Is there a chance for anything to eat up here? Except the bag of chips?" Chibs shrugged. "Wanna raid the kitchen?" Nodding at him I got up. His eyes widened again when he took in my stark naked body. "Like what you see, Scotsman?" "More than ya think, love. I think I found my choice of breakfast...", his voice low from lust. I bent down and took my panties. "Later... now this woman is craving food." I put on my underwear, leaving my bra for good, and pulling on his button up. "Yar wearing ma shirt?", he moaned. "Yeah... I like the smell of you on me." Chibs groaned again. "Yar ma death, Erin.", he stated, but got up anyway when I buttoned up his shirt on me. "Shite...", he said looking around the room. "Hm?", I kind of asked, taking in the sight of delicious naked ass. "I have no boxers here... I forgot to do the laundry this week..." I started laughing. "Oh boy..."

Some time later I was crouching down in the kitchen, looking through some cupboards. "Found it!" I said happily. Chibs, just in his pants, sat on the counter, holding a box of cereals in his hands. "Stop eating them, Filip, these are way past their expiration date!" "Ya don't allow me to eat some of the bacon, so it's yar fault if I end up in St. Thomas with food poisoning. I got up and cocked an eyebrow at him and pulled the pan on the stove. "You could wait two more minutes. Just making some pancakes, babe." Chibs looked at me funnily. "Babe?" Blushing hard, I tried to keep my cool. "Uh, did I say that?" "Yeah..." Chibs jumped off the counter and engulfed me in a hug. "..but I kinda like tha."
Then he leaned in and kissed me lovingly.
When he let go of me, I had to hold myself on the stove, because my knees went weak. "And I like that...", I muttered under my breath, starting on the pancakes.

Three hours later and a very delightful and sexual second breakfast we decided on cleaning up and heading back out. We were halfway through with our cleaning, when Chibs phone went off again.
This time he answered. "Aye?" I didn't pay attention, while I cleaned up thencookkng utensils. "Aye, we're there as fast as we can." He came to me into the kitchen, a frown on his face. "What's up babe?" "There had been an incident... uhm... at yar bar... nobody is hurt, but your son... he's...." "What the fuck happened?" "He kinda lost it and attacked the prospect." "Oh my god.... why did he do that? Ryan is such a nice kid!" "Dunno, I guess we should head back." "Yeah, I am finished already."

The ride back to my bar was uneventful and silent. I could feel that Chibs was a little pissed, so I held myself close to him, my hands stroking over the soft leather jacket over his stomach. When we pulled up in front of the bar, Tig was already awaiting us. Silently I jumped off the motorbike and handed the Scot my helmet. He storages both helmets and took my hand in his. Tig nodded at us and led us in, without saying a word. Inside I gasped at the view in front of me. My son sat on the floor with a bloody nose and a cut in his lip. In a booth Ryan, the prospect sat, holding Lucy close. Lucy sporting a black eye. "What the fuck is going on?", I spat, eyeing all three of them. Luke looked at me, his eyes full of hatred. I took a step back, bumping into Chibs chest. "That bitch wanted to steal! From me!", Luke yelled. Tig went in front of Luke and shook his head. "What did I tell you about yelling? This is your mother. Don't tell at her." "That's not my mother anymore, she is a whore who beds all of you biker assholes!" My mouth fell agape and Chibs pushed me out of the way, pulling Luke up by his collar and pushing him into the bar hard. "Don't ya dare ta talk like tha ta yar mother! If it wasn't for yar mother ya would be dead by now, son!", he spat at him. I went over to Chibs and laid him a hand on his back. "Let him go.", I ordered quietly. Chibs pressed him harshly against the bar one more time and then let him go. I took my place in front of Luke. "Whatever happened to you, I don't know you anymore. So much rage, so much anger... if you don't change...." That's when I saw his extended pupils. "You little piece of shit... are you high?" Luke shook his head, but then I heard Ryan from the booth laughing dryly. "Tell your Mum the truth shitface!" Luke glared over to the prospect and I smacked his chest. "Tell me!" Luke just looked at me with empty eyes. "Geez... sorry boss, but if he won't tell you, I am going to spill. He took a line of meth, when Lucy surprised him. He got violent and smacked her. I just came from the bathroom and found him beating her up.
"You did what?", I whispered at Luke. "She wanted to take my stuff away! I bet she wanted to use it for herself!", he argued.
Lucy whimpered. "I wanted to help you, Luke! Dammit, I liked you until...", she cried out. Ryan was trying to soothe her. Tig looked at me apologetically. "I went upstairs, when I heart them yelling. I pulled Luke away from the prospect and he started on fighting me. Sorry I didn't want to hurt him, but he wouldn't stop until I punched him." "It's okay Tig, don't worry. It's not your fault. For Christ's sake, Luke. Really? Crystal meth? I thought you selled that shit and that you are done with it! Tell me now. Did you keep the bags from your suppliers? Is that the reason you couldn't pay them?" Luke looked at me. "Why are you so worried? It's my life and I do what I want!" Chibs growled again and I looked at him. I et he could see the pain in my eyes, because his face went from angry to concerned.
"Inworry about you because you are my son! My family! Kid, I love you! But this? I never said a word when it was just weed. I kept silent when you started growing your own weed. I didn't mention you being a dealer, even then when every fibre of my heart was aching!" "Well then keep your mouth shut this time too. It is NONE of your BUSINESS!" Luke tried to push me, but Chibs was faster and punched my son, knocking him out for good. Luke laid on the floor, not moving an inch. "He's not dead is he?" "Nah just knocked him out. Sorry love, but he just pushes ma nerves." I nodded at Chibs. "It's okay. I.... I don't know what to do..." I whispered looking over to Ryan and Lucy. Lucy got up and came to me, hugging me. "I'm sorry boss... I just wanted to help...", she whispered and I cried into her shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong, baby... it's not your fault..."
I saw Chibs talking to Tig. "Lass? Tig already talked to Quinn. He and Hap will be here in few. They take Luke to the cabin. He needs ta sober up. Happy an Quinn take care of him, he isn't the first drug addict we helped through tha. And maybe ya both need the time of separation..."
"You help him after all he'd done?" "Aye. But not for him. For ya, mo ghràidh."
Tig pulled me close. "And don't worry, we're here to help you, doll. You are now family." I smiled at him, trying to dry my tears. I put Lucy's head into my hands and grimaced. "Poor baby.... better put some ice on it." Ryan jumped off of the booth and hurried behind the bar to get her some ice. "And honestly... I think he likes you too.", I whispered to her, when Lucy eyed Ryan's movements. I winked at both of them and let them be. Chibs moved me to the side. "Yar okay, love?" "Not really, but I know he needs help. Thanks." He pulled me to his chest, the minute Quinn and Happy emerged through the door. We're here for... oh... why is he unconscious?", Happy frowned. Chibs looked up. "I knocked him out... he was talkin shite ta his mother. Take care of him boys. And keep ma stated."
I looked away when they carried my son out. I didn't know what the future might bring or what he was up to in the future, but I trusted Chibs and his Reaper crew.