Voracious Angel

Chapter 12

"Are you going to just leave him on the table?" Isis questioned making Chibs laugh.

"Nah, lassie. But I might need yer 'elp in getting' 'im t' 'is room. 'e's gonna be a bit woozy when 'e stands up." Chibs stated.

"I'm here for whatever he needs." She stated, not realizing just how that sounded.

Happy grunted at her statement.

"Ya ready, Hap?" Chibs questioned earning a groan in response, "Ease yerself up into a sittin' position. Then we'll 'elp ya to yer room."

Happy cautiously sat up and immediately grabbed for Chibs' arm to steady himself. The medic helped him stand up off the table. Tara looked up just in time to see Isis slide her bloody hand around his back, setting in the middle lower of Happy's back before helping Chibs walk the killer back to his dorm room. Happy wrapped his arm around her neck, groaning as he did, as he had done with Chibs as they slowly walked down the corridor. Chibs opened his door for him before walking inside. They helped him sit on the edge of his bed.

"I'll be fine from here. Thanks." Happy stated.

"Feel better, brotha." Chibs said before leaving to help Tara with whatever else needed to be done.

"I hope you get to feeling better soon." Isis quietly stated, "If you need anything, please let me know."

"Thanks for your help. I'm sure you didn't quite envision having to help dig a bullet out of someone's body when you were told to come here under lockdown." He half-chuckled.

"I'd rather help than sit around and be useless." She countered, "You get some rest. I'll make sure you get dinner."

She smiled at him before leaving him alone. After walking back into the main room, she realized his bloody shirt was still on the pool table. One of the prospects was already cleaning up the blood from where Happy was laying. She grabbed his shirt and walked back down to his room. She knocked on the door and waited for him to yell for whoever it was to enter. Hearing him yell, she opened the door and walked in.

"Left your shirt on the pool table. Thought I'd bring it to you." She stated as she tossed it on the dresser.

"Thanks. I don't normally leave my clothes everywhere." He stated as he stared at her.

"Well, I can't blame you considering the circumstances." She laughed.

She stood there for a moment before her brain kicked on.

"Well, I'll leave you to get some rest." She stated before quickly turning and walking back out of his room.

Tara was passing by with a wriggling Thomas in her arms and shot her "a look". When she walked back into the main clubhouse, Chibs gave her "a look" as well but it was more of a knowing look than snotty like Tara's. He told her she should go wash up since she was covered in blood. Isis walked into the kitchen to wash her hands and arms from where she'd been keeping pressure on Happy's chest wound. She hadn't lied when she told him she was glad he'd come back relatively in one piece.

Jax had suffered a knife wound in this thigh and Opie had a knife wound to his stomach. The fight had apparently been quite brutal going by what Isis was hearing from the bikers. Clay wanted to make sure everyone remained safe before officially lifting the lockdown. Isis had a seat at the bar with Chibs and asked for a shot of Vodka. The medic watched as she downed it like a pro.

"Mom? Is everyone ok?" Ashanti walked up and asked.

"Three of them came back with wounds but they're all going to be fine." Isis stated.

"What happened?" The teen asked making Chibs curious as to what their mother was going to tell her.

"Well. They had something to take care of. As they were doing it, some people showed up and they got into a fight. Three of our people got hurt in said fight. Going by what Happy told me, the other guys are even worse off than ours are." Isis carefully explained.

"But they're going to be ok, right? Especially Happy? He looked really bad off when they came back." Ashanti questioned.

"Chibs got the bullet out of him and patched him up. He's going to be fine. They all are. It'll take time and I'm sure they'll be in pain for a while but they'll all recover." Isis told her daughter.

"Ok. Thanks!" Ashanti stated before walking back over and having a seat with her sister.

"Ye've got goo' kids there, lass. Kind an' generous." Chibs stated.

"Thanks. That's how I've tried to raise them. They've both got big hearts. Ashanti is definitely the more emotional of the two. She can't hide her feelings very well." Isis chuckled.

Chibs and Isis got to talking about his homeland and her heritage. He was shocked to discover she was part Russian and part Egyptian. Her mother insisted on naming her after the Egyptian goddess of healing and magic. He thought it was appropriate after that afternoon! Gemma eventually walked over and said it was about time to make dinner. Lyla had walked on into the kitchen to help prepare the evening meal. Quinn, Bobby, and Clay sat together chatting about what had gone down that afternoon.

The Queen decided on fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, salad, and buttered rolls for dinner. Everything was made from scratch, as Gemma always liked making things, and no short cuts were allowed in the kitchen. Isis didn't need to be told how to do things but Lyla did. The blond was tasked with peeling potatoes while Gemma and Isis prepared the chicken for frying. Gemma stated she'd have to have the trio of women over to her house for dinner once the lockdown was lifted for another family dinner.

Happy was trying to watch TV as he laid in bed with the rest of his bottle of Jack from the previous night. His mind kept going back to her. Her hands on his chest, even if he was in a lot of pain due to a bullet wound, touching his skin. He groaned hating how he was letting this woman get into his head so much. Running his hand over his face, and groaning again in pain, all he wanted was to feel her next to him, to feel her lips against his, to know what she tasted like.

Gemma was barking orders at Lyla but talking nicely to Isis. The blond didn't want to say anything knowing Gemma was the Queen around the clubhouse. What she says goes. She was the 'ol lady of the president! Isis wasn't even an 'ol lady but she was treated better than her. Even better than Tara who was the VP's 'ol lady. Lyla didn't understand it. A platter of fried chicken was set on the counter when they were all done. The mashed potatoes were done, the corn was nearly done, and the rolls were in the oven to bake. Gemma started on making the gravy from the chicken drippings.

Lyla was once again tasked with getting the paper plates and plastic ware out for everyone. Tara refused to help, instead she looked after her son and now her injured husband. It was times like these that she really despised the club. They put her husband and family in danger for no real reason. No matter how many times Jax had told her he and the club would keep her and the kids safe, she never truly believed him. When he comes back injured like he did today, it makes her believe him even less. If he can't keep himself safe, how can he keep his family safe?

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