Ft. Filip 'Chibs' Telford
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Mia
Gemma and Wendy were sitting on the couches of the living room when we entered the cabin. My mother-in-law took one look at the grief-stricken expression on her son's face and lowered the steaming cup of coffee. Several of the guys still had blotchy faces from crying.
Ellie and Brooke stopped in the doorway of the hall, their faces dropping at the mournful atmosphere. "No," Gem whispered.
"Jack," My husband moved past the women and slumped into the loveseat. "Take the boys into the bedroom."
Abel and Thomas were seated at the kitchen table with their colouring books, watching us with interest. Sniffling, our eldest walked over to them, quietly whispering something to them before scooping them up easily in his arms. Ellie followed him, while Brooke went over to a tearful Rat, slouched against the wall.
Nero came out of the hall next, glancing around at everyone in confusion, before realisation dawned across his features. He approached Gemma as she straightened in her chair, a fierce expression coming over her. "What's going on, Jackson?" Jax sighed, pressing his thumb and forefinger to his temples. "You will spell it out for me, goddamn it, because I refuse to believe it."
My husband's features were pained as his mother's voice broke. "Bobby's dead," Gemma did her best to stop the tears, her face pinching into one of anguish and hurt, but they still welled up in her eyes. "It was August Marks. Retaliation for us going after the Chinese."
Gem stood and disappeared after my son, Nero quickly followed. Wendy wiped at her eyes, shaking her head and stood. She opened her mouth to speak but her eyes connected with mine and the stern expression I threw her, and she decided to stay quiet. Brooke watched her go and glanced at Rat to make sure he was okay before leaving too.
"Rat," Jax was staring over at me where I was perched on the arm of the sofa but his eyes were unfocused. "When it gets dark, you and Montez dig a grave for Bobby out back. He always loved this place. I want to keep him close."
The member bowed his head. "Of course, brother."
The president rose to his feet, my curious eyes following his every move. He gripped my shoulder as he passed. "I got to talk to Loutreesha, let me know when Chibs gets back to us."
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Night had fallen, casting a deep quiet over the cabin. I sat curled in Jax's lap, the two of us watching as the guys finished digging the grave beside the house. The boys had been put to bed an hour ago and Jack had passed out from crying in Ellie's lap. The girl had been teary-eyed as she stroked my son's hair, not moving an inch as he slept soundly. Everyone seemed to be in shock.
Bobby's grave would only be marked by something we could identify for animosity's sake. Rat, Hap, Tig and Kenny heaved the corpse out of the back of the van, careful not to drop our beloved friend as they carried him across the dirt and gently set him down beside the hole.
Swivelling my head around, I looked up into the face of my husband. The only thing I could tell for certain that was going on behind that masked expression was that he was utterly broken. "My love," I reached out, stroking the back of my hand down his stubbled cheek. "I'm right here. Come back to me."
His deep inhale caused his chest to brush mine and he reached up, taking my hand in his. "I did this."
Tig and Hap looked up from their work, Rat and Kenny were in the hole to help guide the body down. Their boots were loud as they stepped onto the porch and Tig came around to plant his hand on Jax's shoulder. "We don't blame you, brother, this isn't your fault."
"This was Marks," Happy growled out fiercely, his voice dropping an octave with the vengefulness in his tone.
Jax looked up into the enforcer's cold eyes. "We follow you," Tig said with certainty. "This isn't on you."
The three of us watched the President collect himself, sucking in a deep breath and tapping my hip, indicating for me to get up. The self-deprecating guilt and shame did not leave his eyes as he braced himself against the chair to stand. Tig and Hap stepped back, moving off the porch as Jax rose and I held out my hand for him. Rat and Kenney were watching the exchange with concern, Tig and Hap staring at their brother, wondering what he was going to do next. The club would take the loss of Bobby a lot harder than West, but who knew what the president was going to do.
Jax slid his hand into mine. "Come on," He said gently. "We have somewhere to be."
Tig and Hap nodded, recognising the new spark in Jax. The two of us walked to our bikes, pulling out our night-time riding glasses. Determination bloomed behind those irises of his, bringing him back to reality, even if it was just for a little bit. The satisfaction of what was to come would only be brief, but it was enough to get him moving again. We rolled down the driveway, the gravel crunching beneath the tires.
Chibs and Quinn were waiting for us on the side of the road, by the Oakland City sign. They pulled their bikes out and slid into formation behind us as we rode along the highway, sending us straight into downtown. The night club entrance was all lit up with neon lights and flashing sirens. Police were crawling all over the scene as August Marks was led outside in handcuffs. His dress shirt beneath his swanky suit was crooked as they roughly escorted him to a wagon.
The gangster glanced over at us parked across the busy street. He dipped his chin, in both understanding and a promise before he disappeared into the backseat. Moses Cartwright followed close behind his employer, keeping out of the way of the officers, watching them intently as they drove off. His gaze found us as we mounted our bikes and pulled them off the curb, heading for home.
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"Ah, yes! Fuck yes!" I cried out, half-moaning into my pillow as Jax assaulted my body.
His hips snapped into me, his thrusts painfully hard and I could feel the deep ache already from our activities the night before. "Ahhhh," I groaned into the pillow as he drove into me over and over again.
The growing pleasure offset the pain, the pair becoming a deadly mix that drove me closer and closer to orgasm. One hand painfully gripped my hip to hold me steady and stop my body from sliding across the bedsheets, while the other wrapped my hair around his wrist, fingers digging into my scalp. He wrenched my head back at an awkward angle, my cry of pleasure and surprise choking off a little at the end.
I tried to use my hands to push myself up, but his body was pressed against my back as he railed me. A layer of sweat coated both our figures, sliding over one another easily. I whimpered as he got rougher the closer he got to his climax, my fingers digging into the mattress. "Jax!"
My entire body seized as I screamed out my orgasm, my back arching impossibly further, my legs beginning to cramp. He grunted in my ear, thrusting into me a few more times before his cock twitched and warmth filled me.
He collapsed onto the space beside me, pulling out of me with the movement, causing me to wince. His fingers returned to running absentminded patterns across my back as he retreated back into his head again. We both lay like that for a moment, panting and I relived the last thirty-six hours of our lives.
Jax had veered off from the others on our way home the other night. I followed as he led us into a familiar neighbourhood, returning to the house we used to share. The cleaners had done the best they could at getting the stains out of the kitchen linoleum but the outline of the pools of blood that had settled on the floor could not be dampened.
The second we'd walked into the house, I wanted to walk right back out again. But Jax stood in the room, staring at what appeared to be a perfectly normal kitchen and his eyes had slowly gone dead again. Not wanting to leave him, I forced myself to stay but could only keep my eyes on him, unable to see the empty kitchen without the blank eyes of my best friend bleeding out on the floor.
When it had all gotten too much and Jax had just stood there, staring into nothing, I stumbled out of the room. Covering my mouth with my hand, I choked back a sob and made it to the bathroom. Closing the door, I quickly turned the shower on to cover my crying. I cried for West, I cried for Bobby, I cried for Gracie and our club.
Bracing myself against the sink, I met my own gaze in the mirror and wailed in despair. How had things become so fucked up so quickly? I had thought I was far enough away and the shower was enough to drown out my pathetic tears but I snapped my head up at the feel of a hand on my hip.
Jax's sad eyes looked back at me in the mirror. Using the hand on my hip he'd slowly turned me around to face him, bringing our foreheads together. "This isn't how things were supposed to go down," He whispered.
"I know," I swallowed back my grief, playing with the collar of his kutte.
He had dipped his head and those soft lips captured mine. One thing led to another and we ended up fucking on the counter of the sink, the shower still running in the background. We hadn't stopped there, after actually utilising the shower, he'd led me to our old bedroom and told me to strip. "Get on your knees, on the bed."
I'd positioned myself on my hands and knees, sticking my ass into the air and throwing a sultry look over my shoulder. That was how he'd taken me all night. That was the punishment I'd searched for before.
We'd been lying low for a couple of days, letting the club mourn how they wanted and keeping in touch with Chibs and Jack. He had asked where we were, but we hadn't told anyone we'd gone back to our house.
This morning, I'd woken up laying across his chest. He'd been awake, his fingers running over the soft skin of my stomach. I'd tried not to stiffen against him, forcing myself to relax and casually rolled over out of his reach, pretending to stretch. His hand had quickly traced a path down my spine and over the curve of my ass before finding the sensitive spot between my thighs.
Swallowing, I pushed the thoughts of last night away, feeling myself becoming wet despite the aching throb in my core. I knew later on today there would be bruises. Sitting up, I winced at the shift in position but schooled my features and threw the covers off my legs.
Jax sat up too, copying my movements and rising to a stand. "Stay there," He instructed, coming around the end of the bed to my side, his body on full display.
My eyes raked over his toned chest, the tattooed names of our children, and the deep 'V' that lead to a very impressive body part. "Stop looking at me like that, darlin'," Jax warned, bending over and scooping me easily into his arms.
I squealed and yelped at the same time, wincing. Fuck, he'd done a good job. Carrying me down the hall, we entered the bathroom and he sat me on the closed lid of the toilet before walking over to run a bath. He perched his large, muscular frame on the edge, holding his hand under the running tap to check the temperature.
I watched him curiously. The mundane task seemed so out of place for him. Due to the house being abandoned for the past few months, he'd gone out to the local grocer on the next block over and brought back some essentials. He'd cooked all the meals, as I was yet to return to the kitchen. And then we'd fucked on the living room floor, laying there for hours afterwards.
His gaze snapped to mine, a knowing glint in his eyes as he stood, towering above me even from across the tiled room. He approached, a hungry look in his eye and I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry with the intensity. Jax turned away at the last moment to crouch beneath the sink, opening the cabinet doors and pulling out the bubble bath mixture. He poured a cap-full in beneath the tap and the bath instantly began to blossom with bubbles.
Helping me to my feet, he guided me across the floor and held me steady as I lifted one leg into the warm water and then the other. "There you go," He murmured, putting the bubble mixture away.
The near-scolding temperature had me relaxing in seconds, but two large hands had my eyes wide open and a squawk of protest left my mouth as Jax manoeuvred me so he could slide into the space behind me. My husband cradled me to his chest, his arms coming around to take my hands in his and rested them against my abdomen. The two of us exhaled tiredly, letting the bath fill and the tension leave us.
His thumb stroked my arm as we lay there, my head resting in the crook of his neck. "How are you feeling?" I knew I hadn't managed to hide my pain from him.
"I'm fine," I reassured, squeezing his fingers. But because I could feel the worry beginning to roll off him, I added, "Just won't be walking anywhere anytime soon."
"You haven't been walking anywhere all week," He chuckled into my hair, pressing a kiss to my bright red cheek. "I love seeing you smile."
His comment caught me off guard and I craned my neck to look around at him. Jax was watching me with those blue, blue eyes, a small smile on his face. Raising a hand, he cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips.
Dropping his arm again, he looked away from me. "You've been quiet lately," At my incredulous expression he continued. "Since Bobby died."
"I've been quiet?" I countered, raising a single brow. "Jackson, you've been so stuck in your head I doubt you even know what day it is. We've been here since Tuesday."
"I just mean," He struggled for words, gaze darting away. "You haven't said anything."
A crease formed between his brows as he frowned, not knowing if they were the right words to say. Stroking his bearded chin, I redirected his gaze back to me. "I'm grieving, same as you," I whispered. "I just... don't know how to do it anymore."
Nodding, he clutched me tighter to his chest and pressed a kiss to my hair. There was a beat of silence, my eyes closing shut as sleep beckoned. "What about going back to university to become a doctor again?"
"What?" I started, sloshing some bathwater over the side of the tub as I turned my whole body around to face him. "Where did that come from?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, it was just a suggestion. You might be happier that way. That's all I want is for you to be happy."
I clasped the back of his neck, bringing our faces real close together. "I'm not leaving you," I said slowly and clearly. "And don't ever suggest that I will."
When his eyes met mine, he saw the seriousness in my gaze and the idea left him before it had even begun. Pressing his lips to mine gently, he clutched the back of my head to keep me in place, absolutely taking my breath away. Grinning, he peppered tiny kisses across my cheek making me giggle.
Running his hands down my side, he plastered one last kiss on my mouth. "Come on, I told Nero we'd meet him at Diosa this morning. I think Gemma asked him to get in touch, make sure we weren't dead."
"Sounds like her," I agreed, stepping out of the bath and wrapping the white fluffy towel around my torso.
Towel slung low over Jax's hips, I admired his round backside as he walked ahead of me to our bedroom. He pulled out a pair of jeans from the closet, yanking them up over his boxers and looping a belt through them. Placing my outfit on the bed, I turned away from Jax's line of sight, pulling on the black boob tube and settling it into place, before grabbing the black long-sleeved shirt.
When I turned back around, Jax was there, bare-chested and a tube of cream in hand. His gaze travelled up and down my body before our eyes reconnected. Crouching before me, he added the soothing cream to the tips of his two forefingers. "Open your legs, Mia."
Stepping my legs apart, I placed my hand on the top of his head as he leaned forward and began rubbing the cream to my inner thighs in slow, steady circles. He eventually moved higher, avoiding the too-intimate areas, his touch not teasing but caring. Watching his work, he frowned. "I hurt you."
"Not in any way I didn't enjoy," I ran my hand over his hair and down to cup his chin, guiding his eyes up to mine. "Don't you dare apologise. The second you say sorry for pleasing me is the day the world truly ends."
Huffing out a laugh, he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh before standing. "Alright, you can finish getting dressed now."
"You can talk," I rolled my eyes. "Try putting a shirt on."
The slap to my ass had me yelping in surprise, followed by a burst of laughter.
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