Playing with fire -Jax Teller-

Chapter 4- Don't fuck with the Matriarch

Charlotte roll over still in her clothes from the night before and on top of her made bed.

"Shit." She muttered to herself holding her head in her hands. This hangover was kicking her ass already.

She peeled herself out of bed making her way to to the bathroom where she took a quick shower and got ready before Gemma could yell at her. That would just make the headache worse.

She thought about laying back down once she was dressed but the smell of coffee drew her towards the kitchen.

Clay was sitting in his normal seat at the head of the table with his coffee and breakfast reading the news paper. He took in her appearance as she entered the dining room.

"Rough night..." He said taking a sip of his coffee looking at the small gash on her cheekbone.

"I guess." She shrugged.

"Wasn't a question..."

"Right. How Ope?" She asked taking a seat to his right pouring herself a cup of black coffee.

"Ope is fine. I'm more concerned about you sweetheart."

"I'm fine. Just let my temper get the best of me."

"Well you are Piney's daughter." He tried to lighten the mood. She gave him a pointed look. "That asshole will not be prospecting now. You don't have to worry about it. He was a pussy anyway."

She nodded taking a sip of the steaming liquid in front of her letting the caffeine work on her nausea a little.

"Here" Clay said pulling a metal flask out of his cut. "Hair of the dog." He poured some of the amber liquid into her coffee with a smirk.

"Thanks."

Gemma entered brushing a kiss on Clays cheek. "You want breakfast Charlie?"

"No. I'm good with coffee."

"Well then get your shit and let's get going!"

"Yeah yeah." She got up heading to her room before realizing. "Shit I left my bag at the clubhouse."

Gemma huffed. "Well come on then we'll drop by and get it."

Charlotte hurried behind her snatching a piece of toast out of Clay's fingers as she passed.

"Hey!" He called after her.

"Love you Clay!" She chuckled scurrying out the door.

"Hurry up! You've got two minutes. Don't make me come after you." Gemma said as she put her Escalade in park outside the club house.

Charlotte jumped out and jogged into the club house. She was hit with the smell of pussy, weed and stale beer before she could even get the door open.

Half dressed bodies of croweaters and members were littering the floor and every other hard and soft surface. She laughed shaking her head and she made her way back to Jax's room to grab her bag. 

She creaked the door open slowly relieved it wasn't locked so she could be in and out. She creeped in quietly, she was sure that he was still asleep. She scanned the room for her bag. She had left it by his bed but couldn't find it.

Jax was knocked out half naked with a white sheet pooling around his chiseled stomach. She couldn't help but to look for a moment. His hard body had felt so good pushed up against hers. Stop- reset.

She spotted her bag on the floor by the wall with all of its contents spilling out. She crouched down quickly tossing all of her stuff back in it.

"Can I help you sweetie?" She heard from behind her.

She turned to see a skinny blonde leaning against the bathroom door frame in nothing but one of Jax's SAMCRO t-shirts and a smug smile. She swallowed. Is he serious? Her green eyes clouded with anxiety. Well this is awkward as shit. She thought ignoring the pang in her chest. She looked over and saw Jax stirring. Stop- reset.

"No, just needed my bag. Sorry." She grabbed the bag quickly peeling out the door before Jax could even assess the situation or speak.

"Get out!" Jax glared daggers at the half naked skank he had apparently fucked last night. He grabbed his jeans jumping into them quickly and racing out the door just as the croweater exited.

He made it to the lot to see his mother's Escalade peeling out. Shit she probably thinks I'm an even bigger asshole now.

There wasn't a thing in this world that got past Gemma Teller-Morrow. She could tell by Charlotte's eyes and soon as just got back in the car that something was wrong and it was confirmed when she saw her dazed son running out of the clubhouse in nothing but jeans followed by a pissed off croweater. She would get to the bottom of this!

After picking up everything they needed for dinner that night Charlotte convinced Gemma to let her take a nap after peeling damn near 20lbs of potatoes. Her hangover was mostly gone but she was exhausted and her head was spinning with thoughts she didn't want inside it. Gemma reluctantly agreed letting her know if she wasn't up by 4:00 she would be cracking the whip.

"Hey ma." Jax entered his mother's kitchen as she stood in front of the stove.

"Jackson." She said in greeting over her shoulder.

"Charlie in her room?" He asked nonchalantly making her turn to face him with arms crossed and that fierce gaze. "What?" He was puzzled.

"I don't know Jax, you tell me." She said as she moved across the kitchen opening a lower cabinet behind him and pulling out his reaper hat and jacket tossing at his chest before crossing her arms once more.

"I must of left them when I dropped Char off last night."

"Don't you bullshit me, Jaxon Nathaniel!"

"Mom." He warned.

That was all the confirmation she needed. "What the hell did you do?" She whisper yelled at him.

"Nothing mom! Jesus."

"Jesus Christ! Can you try keeping it in your pants for 5 minutes?"

"I didn't fuck her okay!"

"Well you did something. She is your best friend's sister! Piney's daughter! And then you run off and fuck a crow eater, that is a dick move." He raised an eyebrow. "I see everything Jackson. You better fix this. Piney will kill you for betraying his trust with her! We just got her back, if you fuck that up I will kill you myself."

"I know. That's what I came to do." He said exiting the kitchen.