The Gavel

Before the Gavel Pt. 3 : Brooke

Brooke lays awake in her bed in the dark bedroom of her apartment staring at the ceiling, anticipation builds up inside the beautiful, raven-haired dames core as she waits for her husband to return. Brooke glances over at an alarm clock on her nightstand right next to a lamp and her cellphone, the clocks reads 3:45 a.m. Brooke reaches over and switches on the lamp, grabbing her phone as well. As she starts to dial Ratboys number, she hears the front door unlock and open. Brooke throws her phone back on her nightstand and jumps out of her bed with urgency, exiting the door of her bedroom.

Brooke : "Oh my fucking god Rat you had me worried sick!"

Brooke wraps her arms around Ratboy, laying her head on his chest and caressing his Samcro Kutte. Ratboy drops a black duffle bag on the floor and hugs Brooke back crossing his arms tightly around her back like a shield.

Brooke fills up a mug with steamy dark brown coffee, and gently places the steaming mug in front of Ratboy kissing his bearded cheek, and sitting across from him at the dinner table.

Ratboy : "Thanks hun."

Brooke : "You're welcome babe...so what did Happy want?"

Ratboy : "How did y-

Brooke : "I check your messages every night...You told me you'd tell me everything after we got married, and I know somethings going on between you two this is the 3rd time he's asked to meet with you. Tell me what's going on Rat."

Ratboy : *sighs* "I'm into some heavy shit Brookie, I don't wanna get you involved in this mess."

Brooke slides her hand across the table on top of Ratboys hand clutching it and gently rubbing her thumb across his golden wedding ring.

Brooke : "I can handle it, tell me."

Ratboy : "Ok...well, as you know me and Chibs haven't been seeing eye to eye with each other since Jax died, Happy, Quinn, and Montez either. We don't like the fact that he has us running guns into Santo Padre.

Brooke : "Isn't running guns the club's main gig?"

Ratboy : "Not anymore. One of Jax's last requests was for the club to stay away from guns, but Chibs fell in love with the money from it and just couldn't let it go. Happy confronted Chibs about it a few weeks back, that's when things got really heated."

Brooke : "What happened?"

Ratboy : "Happy wanted to have an officer challenge vote, a vote that could've taken The Gavel away from Chibs and given it to Happy. Chibs accepted it and we voted later that night. All four of us voted for Happy but it didn't matter because Tig, T.O. and Gunner all voted for Chibs and The Gavel can't change hands on a tie vote. Happy was so pissed off that he stormed out of the chapel before the vote was completely over. From then on you could cut the tension with a knife."

Brooke : "Jesus, You guys were so close...But now it seems like all of it was just built on greed."

Ratboy : "Exactly...Chibs only trusts his inner circle, and his inner circle only trusts him. So the only way to get Chibs out of that chair and save Samcro is...we...we have to get them...before they get us."

Brooke : "What the fuck are you talking about?! You can't kill Chibs!"

Ratboy : "Brookie, listen to me. Chibs wants us gone, and he's gonna try to hit us first, we all know it. I have to do this."

Brooke : "So that's why you've been meeting with Happy so much...you're planning a hit."

Ratboy stands up and walks over to the kitchen sink grabbing the countertop and looking down into the sink with his eyes shut.

Ratboy : "I'm sorry Brookie, I couldn't tell you."

Brooke stands as well and walks toward Ratboy hugging him from behind with her head laying on his back.

Brooke : "Do what you have to do baby. Whatever happens...I'm here for you."

Ratboy turns around and kisses Brooke.

Ratboy : "I love you so much."

Brooke : "And I love you. Always."