"Oh baby. OH GOD" Tig whimpered as he paced. "I'm gonna kill that bastard... I'm gonna..." he trailed off seeing tears streaming down his little girl's face. He broke down, pulling her up and wrapping his arms tightly around her. "I'm so sorry baby girl" he murmured in to her ear "I'm gonna protect you, we all are" he reassured as he stroked her curls.
"We should probably go tell Clay" he said, pulling back and looking down at her face. He brought his hand up, wiping away her tears with his thumb.
"Already on it, I asked Chibs to arrange for us to tell the club, figured everyone would need to know..." she trailed off as she saw Clay walk out of the clubhouse doors.
"You ready to talk sweetheart? Everyone's waiting in the chapel" he explained.
"Now or, never right?" she forced a chuckle, pulling her cigarettes out of her pocket and taking one.
"Whatever it is, we're all here for you darling; you're family" he smiled.
A loud blast echoed through the lot and everyone turned to see Chibs being thrown from a car. "Filip!" AJ screamed, running towards him and collapsing at his side, she stroked his hair. "Filip, can you hear me?" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "Filip please open your eyes" she begged as she felt hands on her shoulders pulling her away.
"He'll be okay baby girl" Tig cooed, holding her tightly.
"Where is Filip Telford?" AJ yelled, her hands tightly grasping the edge of the reception desk in the hospital waiting room.
"Madam please calm down or I'll have to ring security" the woman said, wincing as AJ leaned over the desk. "Do you know who my father is?" she muttered and looked as the woman shook her head. She felt strong hands on her shoulders pulling her back. "The fuck Hap?" she snapped.
"Tara's here" he said firmly, glaring at her. She nodded, walking with him to her. Happy was the one person that wouldn't take her shit and she knew it. She learned quickly, being Happy's friend, any shit you give you get back. And he was one scary motherfucker that you didn't wanna see mad.
"How is he?" AJ asked.
"Well he hit his head pretty badly but he's stable now" she reassured her.
"Thank god" she cried "Can I see him?"
"I think I can sort something" she said quietly.
"Oh Filip" she whimpered walking in to his hospital room. Her chest tightened as she saw him lay there in a hospital gown, bruises forming from the blast. She walked over to his bedside, gazing down at his face, she gently brushed strands of hairs in place. Tears flooded down her face. She took a seat at his bedside, taking his hand as she leant down kissing his lips.
"He should wake up in a day or two" she assured her.
"Thank-you" she whispered and Tara nodded before leaving.
Happy stood by the door watching her. "You're so strong" he murmured his thoughts aloud causing AJ to chuckle.
"I got a lot of reasons to hate life, to get mad at the world but what's the point? I've also got a lot to live for; like my family and like this man here, who taught me that" she said running her fingers through his salt and pepper hair.
"You're a lot older in your head" he stated causing AJ to furrow her brow "No...I mean...like you and Chibs right, the age difference, I figured that was some daddy issues shit because of Tig..." he rambled and she stood up, walking over and punching him in the arm. "Ow!" he snapped. "let me finish" he said and she nodded her head cautiously. "The more I get to know you, like now, what you just said, it takes a lot of people years to figure that out but you're already there, you get it" he chuckled.
"Yeah, trauma will do that" she scoffed and he nodded.
"We best go, family only" he sighed and she nodded, taking one last look before walking out of his room and down the hall and out of the doors of the hospital.
Happy drove her back to TM on his bike and they waited until the cops left before walking inside.
"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling?" Clay asked, pulling her in for a hug when he saw her.
"Rough" she said truthfully and he nodded.
"I have to have a talk with the guys, club shit, after that I wanna call you in so you can tell everyone what's going on with you, alright?"
She nodded and he walked into church with Happy. She walked over, taking a seat at the bar. "Pour me a whiskey, a big one" she sighed, fidgeting with her hands in her lap.
"Maybe, you should drink some water first" Halfsack reasoned, placing a bottle of water in front of her and she laughed.
"You're no fun" she pouted. She sat there at the bar for what must have been an hour drinking water while she waited to tell the Club. "3 bottles" she sighed, finishing the last of her water and throwing the bottle, over the bar and into the bin. "Can I please have a whiskey now?" she whined and Halfsack chuckled sliding her a glass.
"You ready sweetheart?" Clay asked walking out of the chapel doors.
"I'm ready" she nodded, walking over and following him in, taking Chibs' empty seat at the table.
"Right, so I've called you all here because AJ has something she needs to tell everyone" he said, glancing around the room to see furrowed brows and confusion. "Go ahead sweetheart" he said gently nodding toward her.
She looked around the table to see it was full; even Happy and Kozik were there since they were in town. "Can we get Gemma in here?" she sighed looking down at her hands "I've already had to tell this story twice and three times I can do..." she trailed off, tears stinging her eyes "I can't relive it four times, not today"
"Alright" Clay nodded and he stood walking out of the room. He came back a few minutes later with Gemma.
"You okay baby?" Gemma asked, looking down at her face, now red raw with tears.
"I will be" she nodded lightly and Gemma nodded back before going and standing by Clay, her hand resting on his shoulder.
"Jesus Christ" Jax muttered, a look of disgust on his face "How many times has he called you now?"
AJ pulled her phone out of her pocket, glancing at the screen. "92" she sighed as his eyes widened.
"Let's kill him" Happy stated, his hand grasping the edge of the table.
"I wanna do the killing" Tig stated, his voice deep and gruff.
"Alright brother" he nodded in agreement. He didn't care who killed him; he just wanted him to suffer"
AJ looked to see Gemma stood with tears streaming down her face. She pulled herself up, walking over to her and hugging her tightly.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that baby" she murmured into her ear.
"I'll be alright" she reassured her, pulling back. "What do I do now?" she asked, turning to face the club.
"You stay here tonight, tell Juice everything you know about this Johnathon guy..." he trailed off when he saw her phone screen lighting up "Give me that" he snapped taking the phone from her hand.
"Alyssa, honey I'm so glad you answered"
"Listen here shithead, you stay away from my family, you don't call her again and just know I am going to hunt you down and..." he was interrupted by chuckling on the other end of the phone.
"She's dead, she's so dead, little biker whore just like her mother always said she would be"
The call tone sounded as he hung up.
"Paedo scum" Clay muttered "Is he a threat?" he asked AJ, looking to see her shrug her shoulders. "Jesus Christ, go talk to Juice tell him everything you know... between this and what happened with Chibs, I'm putting the club on lock down" he said, banging the gavel to dismiss everyone.
Everyone left the chapel and walked out in to the clubhouse, taking it in turns to hug AJ. Once every one had hugged her, she walked over taking a seat at the bar where Juice had his laptop out. "So what do you know?"
"Not much, he worked at some gun shop, last name was O'brien..." she said and his eye's widened.
"What?" she asked as she felt her heart begin to thud against her chest.
"O'brien is an Irish name and he sells guns, sound familiar to some people we know?"
"Not every Irish man that sells guns is IRA Juice" she snapped.
"No but this one is" he said, pulling up a file on his laptop "Look at his rap sheet"
"Jesus Christ" she muttered.