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Americano - No hablo su Jesu Cristo: Chapter 9

Masterlist

Ship: Chibs x OC

Word Count: 2, 575 Words

Synopsis: Isa and Chibs decide to “talk” about what their relationship is.

Rating: M/NSFW

Warnings: Language and Violence, Sexual Content (angsty sex)

A/N: Here is the long awaited chapter 9! Since it took me FOREVER to write this, I made sure to give some long awaited smut. Please let me know what you think! xoxo

Her POV

Isa didn’t sleep much that night. She didn’t know if it was nerves or excitement. Every time her phone buzzed, she would jump and check it - hoping it was Chibs telling her his plane landed, but it never was. It was either a text from work or a friend or a reminder that she had voicemails from her aunts and uncles that she had been ignoring. Between notification rings, she managed to sleep for a few minutes at a time, but by the time her alarm went off for work, she had been wide awake for several hours. Isa jumped out of bed and began getting ready for her day at work.

Her drive to work was excruciating. She continuously looked over to her bag, almost willing her phone to ring. She pulled into the lot and parked in her usual spot and sat in her car for a minute. Isa looked to her left and saw Becky, her manager, standing just outside the door with her arms folded. Shit, she thought. Isa launched out of her car and ran to the door. “I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I overslept. Yesterday was just exhausting.”

Becky grinned. “Just don’t let it happen again. Did you get settled in?”

“I have a lot of unpacking to do, but everything has been moved in.”

“Glad to hear it. Simon won’t be here today. He’s sick. So you’ll be covering his shift.”

Isa’s heart sank. “But I -”

“Did you have plans?”

She thought about Chibs. When they landed, she wasn’t going to be waiting at TM for them. They hadn’t even talked about what this was. So, no, she didn’t have any plans. Isa sighed before giving her answer.

“Perfect,” replied Becky, “You will be splitting his section with Audrie.”

Isa nodded and walked inside the diner. She clocked in and grabbed her apron before she helped everyone prepare to open. Audrie joined her at the waiting station while she refilled the salt shakers. “Becky tell you?”

“Yeah. At least I’m splitting it with you.”

“Do you think those douchebags will be back?”

She smiled and remembered when Tig came to her rescue. “I highly doubt it. One of the Sons scared them off, I hope.”

Audrie leaned against the wall. “Oh?” She raised an eyebrow in suspicion and grinned. “Anything I should know about?”

Isa tried to hide her suddenly red cheeks. “We just have mutual friends. So they look out for me.”

“Mhm. I’m sure. Then why are you dressed to kill? You have on a full face, a sexy top, and those skinny jeans you wear when we go out.” Audrie laughed. “Just be careful. I’ve heard what happens to the women that get involved with the MC.”

“Nothing is going on with me and the Sons.” Isa finished the salt shakes and grabbed a few of them to place on the tables. Anything to just stop this conversation from continuing.

“Well, whatever is going on, please just be careful. I don’t know what you know about Motorcycle Clubs, but they’re dangerous.”

Isa laughed to herself at the irony of that statement. “Duely noted.”

***

Work passed at a slow rate. Even on her lunch break, Isa was still working through it. They were slammed at work, and she never had a moment of reprieve. Being down one person always seemed to happen on the busy days. However, she counted her blessings that her regular douchebags hadn’t made their trip in yet. At around 6:00, she managed to catch a small break for dinner. She reached into her apron pocket to check her phone for any messages. She thought it was weird that she hadn’t heard anything from Chibs all day. She started to panic and worried the worst had happened. However, when her hand reached into her pocket, she noticed her phone was missing. She slumped against the kitchen wall in frustration and realized she had left it in her car when she jumped out earlier this morning, and there was no way she would be able to just walk out the diner to grab it. She let out a small frustrated groan before returning to her sections.

She saw Audrie standing at the hostess stand writing down a family of 5’s name. They were right in the middle of dinner, which meant they were about to get slammed again. If Chibs tried to call, there was no way she would know until after they closed. She prayed that the next 5 hours would pass swiftly so she could leave. Becky approached her the second she stepped out of the kitchen with a concerned look on her face. “Where’s your head today? Ever since lunch, you’ve been all over the place. Tables getting the wrong orders, checks wrong. I saw you drop the tray of dishes when you walked into the kitchen earlier.”

Isa shrugged. “I’m sorry Becky. Today has just been one of those days.”

“Well, get it together.”

She nodded and cashed out Table 22 at the waiting station. Isa felt like the end of the day would never arrive, but when Becky was finished counting the drawers, Isa could have cried. Today was the longest day of her life, and it was finally over. She walked out with Audrie laughing and chatting about customers they had that day. “Do you want to hang out tonight? We could get some well deserved drinks down at the bar.”

Isa shook her head. “I need to get home. I didn’t sleep worth a damn last night.”

Audrie was now looking past her and smiling. “I rescind the invitation.” She leaned in an whispered. “Turn around.”

Isa slowly turned to face her car. Leaned up against the driver’s door, wearing his kutte with his arms folded across is broad chest was Chibs.

Chibs POV

He couldn’t help but smile when he finally saw her approaching her car. She waved goodbye to her coworker and bounced her way over to him. “Where’s my hello?” he grinned.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Not until after we have that long begotten talk.”

“We could ‘ave had it sooner had ye answered yer phone.”

She slumped forward. “I left it in my car on accident.”

He stood up straight and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Tha’s fine, lass.”

She looked around for his bike, but didn’t see it. “Did you walk here?”

He laughed. It was a deep, hypnotizing sound that make Isa weak in the knees. “No,” he said, “Tig dropped me off. Straight from tha airport.”

“Oh,” she said, sliding closer to him, “then how do you plan on getting home?”

He placed a hand on the side of her face. “I figured I could crash at yer place, or ye could drive me ta mine.”

Isa reached around him to grab the doorhandle on her car, but he stopped her. “I’ll drive. Ye’ve been workin’ all day.”

Her heart fluttered at the kind gesture. Chibs took her in. He was shocked to remember she had been working all day. She looked just as beautiful as the day she woke up in nothing but his t-shirt and hungover. Her smile made his heart stop as she turned and walked to the other side of the car. He couldn’t help but watch the way her hips swayed away from him, and he didn’t care at this point if she caught him. “Eyes up here, Scottie.”

He hopped in the car and started it. “My place?”

“I’m at your mercy,” she said with a wink.

He felt something stir in him at her seductive tone, which caused him to force the car forward and towards his place as fast as he could. She leaned against the window and shut her eyes. She didn’t open them again until she felt Chibs put the car in park in front of his condo. She got out of the car and walked to the front door like she owned the place. “Yer actin’ like ye live here.”

She laughed. “I practically did. Now, are you going to let me in or not?”

Her POV

He unlocked the door for her and allowed her to walk in. He didn’t have much time to react as she grabbed the front of his kutte and pulled him in behind her. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply as he tried to close the door. She could feel her knees weaken as his hands explored her body and she became drunk on his taste. When they finally came up for air, he looked at her with a mischevious grin. “Did ya miss me, lass?”

“I thought you wanted a hello.”

“I thought ye wanted ta talk.”

She held her hands up in surrendure. “I guess you’re right.” She started backing away from him towards his living room. “No more until we talk.”

“Oh no, ye don’.” He lunged at her to grab her wrists, but she playfully dodged and ran into his living room. He caught her around the waist and pulled her down on top of him on his couch.

She moved to straddle his lap and smiled down at him. “Looks like I still have all the control.”

He raised his eyebrow at the challenge and ran his hands down her sides, over her hips until he was able to get a better grip on her, before moving her body closer to him. She let out an audible gasp as she dug her fingers into his arms. “I promised ye would be the one beggin’,” he said, “and I intend to keep tha’ promise.”

She looked down into his eyes and saw the raw hunger and desire there waiting for her. “You’ll be the one beggin’ before we are done.”

He leaned forward to wrap her legs around his waist as he flipped her to her back on the couch. Chibs leaned down and kissed her while he let one hand wander all around her body. He pulled her shirt up just high enough that he could easily slip it underneath. His hands were surprisingly delicate on her body, and as much as she hated to admit it, she craved his touch elsewhere. He travelled up and ran his hand gently over her bra as she let out a soft moan into his kiss, and then he stopped. “So, ye want ta talk?”

Isa knitted her brow together. “Really? This is how you’re going to get me to beg?” She placed a hand on his chest. “You’re going to have to come up with something better.” Isa’s hand traveled down, stopping at his belt. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, “because I’m pretty sure you’ll be begging here in a few minutes.” She playfully toyed with his ear between her teeth as she ran her hand past his belt slowly until she lightly grabbed the bludge that was coming through the rough jean material. “Oh, I think I found something.”

She felt his breath start to become uneven on her neck. “Yer playin’ with fire, there.” She felt his hand start to make their way to the top of her jeans. With a quick flick of his wrist, her button was undone, and his hand separated her jeans from her underwear.

Isa’s toes curled as she felt him apply pressure to the already wet spot and took a loud breath. “Mm. I think yer closer than I am, love.” He lightly stroked her, rubbing circles with his thumb, causing her to let out the softest wimper. She looked at him as he smiled a devilish grin. “Well…?”

“You can do better,” she said, her voice almost a whole octave higher. “Make me beg, Filip.”

Without missing a beat, he pushed her jeans down far enough to him to have better access. She heard him growl a little as his fingers moved her underwear aside and he ran them up and down the wet slit between her legs. She dropped her hand on his bulge and grabbed the side of the couch and his arm. “Not….” she cleared her throat. “Not….bad.”

He stopped what he was doing long enough to remove the bottom half of her outfit completely. “Be careful wha’ ye wish fer, love.” He let his hand go back to work massaging her. At an excruciatingly slow rate, he entered one finger, curlying it ever so slightly. Her hips involuntarily grinded against his hand as he opened his palm against her. “What was tha’?”

She shook her head and smiled at him. “You’re hearing things, old man.”

He sent another finger in, and this time she let out a loud moan. “I’m goin’ ta need ye ta repeat that.” He rubbed his thumb over her clit.

“Oh Jesus,” she cried.

“Yer gonna give me a superiority complex if ye keep callin’ me tha’,” he laughed. He started to pump his fingers in and out.

Her back arched. “Fillip,” she cried.

He stopped and pulled his hand away from her. Isa came to her senses and stared at him. “What are you doing?”

He smiled and said nothing. He slid her shirt off, and reached under her to unhook her bra. “How is this fair? I’m naked and you have -” He cut her off when he took her breast with his mouth and his hand returned to its ministrations. “¡Ojala!” She cried. “Please, Chibs.”

He paused. “Please, what?”

She grabbed his hair and looked at him. “You win. I am begging you.”

“I need ya ta be more specific.”

“Fuck me.”

He grinned and she heard him undo his belt. She reached to help him hurry the process, but he stopped her. He ground his hips down on her, rubbing himself between her legs. “Fillip, please. I’m begging you.”

He positioned himself over her before taking her by surprise and thrusting himself as far into her as he could. She let out a cry of euphoria and her nails dug into the leather kutte still on his back. “Oh god, yer tight,” he breathed into her neck.

He rocked his hips once, at a slow and painful pace. He placed his thumb on her lips as she licked them, before resting it on her clit. The friction of his thumb with his pace was almost enough to send her over the edge. Isa felt her hips buck against him, forcing him to move faster. He moved in a slow circular speed before picking up the pace. Their moans melted together with sound of skin on skin and heavy breathing. The faster he went the louder Isa became. He could feel her tighten around him, sending her to her first of many orgasms as she clenched around him and came very loudly. He kept going, helping her to continue the wave of pleasure. She came again before he finally found his release.

He laid there on top of her for a while, staying inside her as he looked down her her silky skin glistening in sweat. “So, lass,” he smiled, “Ye wanted ta talk?”

She laughed. “I think I was clear on what I wanted.” She wrapped her legs around him to keep him from moving.

“Dinna worry. That asshole from the diner was wrong.” He looked down on her with the same hungry look as earlier. “I dinna need a little blue pill either.”

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❤️ Filip “Chibs” Telford ❤️

#Chibs Telford #Tommy Flanagan #SoA #Sons of Anarchy #SAMCRO #Daddy

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Oh God 🖤 you’re something else Chibs Telford 🖤

#Chibs Telford #Tommy Flanagan #Sons of Anarchy #SoA #SAMCRO #Daddy

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Just been watching “Triple Frontier”….. OMG i forgot how much i love Charlie Hunnam!! 💜💜

#Charlie Hunnam #Triple Frontier #Jax Teller #SoA #Sons of Anarchy

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The evolution of Jackson Teller.

Like a fine wine, he gets better with age 🖤

#Jax Teller #Charlie Hunnam #Sons of Anarchy #SoA

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Americano - No hablo su Jesu Cristo Chapter 8

Masterlist

Ship: Chibs x OC

Word Count: 3,054 Words

Synopsis: Isa must deal with her feelings for Chibs while she waits for him to come home. Chibs must confront Fiona about their relationship.

Rating: M

Warnings: Language and Violence, Sexual Innuendos, Sexual Harassment -very brief

A/N: Here is the long awaited chapter 8. Don’t worry, Chibs will be home next chapter, promise! Please let me know what you think! xoxo

Chibs POV

They had been in Ireland for a few days working and partying with SAMBEL. Jax had been told he would see Abel in due time, but he was growing restless. Father Ashby’s men had escorted Fi and Kerrianne to the clubhouse where he was waiting for them. He sat with his wife and daughter in his arms, happier than he had been in a long time. “We ‘aven’t heard anythin’ about Jimmy’s plans,” she said to him as they sat together on the couch in the den.

“Nothin’?”

“No. He’s kept me in tha’ dark for months.”

He held on to Kerrianne tighter. “There’s plenty o’ room on Oswald’s plane. Yer comin’ back wit’ us until all this blows over.”

“Oh yeah? When’s tha’, Da’?” she asked. “I dinna want ta leave Ireland.”

“We’ll be fine here, Filip.”

He sighed, wanting nothing more than to keep his girls safe. Chibs rested his head on Fiona’s as he pulled his daughter closer. He believed that if he let either of them go, they’d disappear forever. “Can we stay here tonight, Ma?” she asked.

Fiona glanced to her daughter and then back to Chibs. “I think yer da would like tha’, but just for tonight.”

Kerrianne smiled, something that was rare these days and it warmed Fi’s heart. “Go get ready for bed. Yer da’ and I need ta talk.”

She slid off the couch to borrow clothes from Trinity. They waited until she was out of the room before turning to each other. Fiona crossed her arms and stared at him with a raised eyebrow. “So,” she said, “who was tha’ woman staying wit’ ye, Filip?”

His heart raced as he thought of Isa waiting for him to return home. The last image he had of her was her standing in the parking lot, sun dancing down her body, as she watched them ride off. “She’s a friend of the club,” he said.

“Oh, is tha’ right? Then can ye tell me why she was standin’ in yer bedroom door wearin’ nothin’ but yer SAMCRO shirt?”

He felt a little annoyed by her accusations. “Look, Fi, what happens in Charmin’...”

“I ken. It’s none of my business.” She smiled. Fiona knew she couldn’t expect him to not move on. She knew he loved her, but he needed to get on with his life since she was no longer in it. “She’s awfully young.”

“Twenty-six.”

Fiona laughed. “Christ, Filip. She could be yer daughter.”

“Aye. She’s waitin’ fer me when I get home.”

She stood up and walked to the door. “I’m goin’ ta find Kerri. We’ll be back.”

“Fi,” he said, waiting for her to turn around and face him, “I still love ye.”

“I ken.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked to see if he hand any messages from her. There was a loud knock at the door, and then Jax walked in with a large grin on his face. “Just ran into Fiona,” he said, sitting down next to him.

Chibs laughed. “And?”

“I heard her muttering under her breath about some twenty-six year old Mexican girl.”

“She’s probably jealous. As much as I like tha’ lass, I want ta spend more time thinkin’ ‘bout ma family.”

Jax sighed and sat down at the edge of the couch. “I just want my son back,” he said.

Chibs patted his brother on the back. “You’ll find him, Jackie Boy.”

Her POV

They had been gone for barely a week, and she was obsessively checking her phone. Working at the diner had helped time pass by, that was until those men from the week before decided to come back to the diner. She was set to close that night, and asked one of the dishwashers to stay until they left. They waited until an hour before close to pay their bill and leave. The blonde one threw his money at her before leaving.

Isa finished wiping down tables and counting the drawer before heading out with her co-worker. “Do you work tomorrow?” He asked.

She smiled and shook her head. “No, I have the day off tomorrow. I’m moving into my apartment, so Becky gave me the day off.”

“Nice! Where at?”

“I was going to move to Oakland, but I found a place here in Charming for lease.”

He smiled and patted her back. “Congratulations, Isa. Enjoy your day off tomorrow.”

She waved goodbye and walked to her car. Digging through her purse, she fumbled to find her keys. She heard footsteps rapidly approaching her from behind, so she quickly turned around. The group of pervs from the restaurant where coming up to her. “Shit,” she said under her breath.

“Where’s your old man?” the blonde one asked.

“On his way to pick me up,” she lied.

“He hasn’t been here in the last week,” he said.

A panic rose in her as she realized that she was helpless. No one was around to rescue her this time from these creeps. She immediately began imagining the worst. That was until a voice came out from the shadows next to the diner. “Not so fast.” Tig stepped out, crossing his arms.

She smiled at him and leaned against her car.

“Been here all week, because he warned me about you.”

“Three on one ain’t hardly fair, old man.”

Tig pulled his gun. “I’m not about fair right now. Leave the lady alone, and find a new diner to eat at.”

They raised their hands in surrender. “Woah. Look, we just wanted some latino puss before heading back to school. She’s not worth dying over,” he said.

“Then leave.”

The three of them scattered, and Isa ran to Tig with her arms outstretched. “I told Chibby I’d take care of his girl while he was away. I’ve been here all week, just in case.”

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course, darlin’. Now, we aren’t telling him until he gets back.”

“I would rather not tell him at all,” she laughed.

He handed her a helmet. “We’ll come get your car in the morning. You’re staying at the clubhouse tonight.”

“But tomorrow I’m moving into my apartment.”

“We can help with that,” he said, “but tonight you’re staying somewhere safe.”

She sighed and grabbed her phone. “Hold on.”

Isa dialed her aunt’s number to let her know she was staying in Charming with a friend so she wouldn’t worry. “Yes, Biazi, I’ll be careful. Okay. Love you too. Bye.”

She hopped on the back of the bike and held on. Before she knew it, they were pulling into Teller-Morrow and parking in front of the clubhouse. “You can stay in Chibs’ room tonight,” he said, “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Chibs POV

He woke up the next morning and checked his phone for any messages. Even though he wanted to focus on his family here, he still wished she would send him a quick text or leave a voicemail. It pained him that she hadn’t. He opened a blank text and started to send something to her. After several attempts and multiple deleted drafts, he closed his phone and shoved it into his pocket. “Oh, just call ‘er,” Fiona said.

Chibs blushed. “It’s no’ tha’ simple, Fi. Besides, I’m here to focus on ma’ family and Jackie Boy.”

She raised an eyebrow at him as she combed her hair out. “If yer waitin’ fer my approval, ye dinna need it. We lead separate lives now.”

“Yer still ma’ wife.”

She nodded and rested a hand on his face. “If we aren’t goin’ with’ ye back ta the states,” she began, “we need ta talk about tha’ too.”

“No, we don’,” he replied.

“Yes, ma’ love. Ye canna start yer life over out there unless ye finish the life ye have here,” she added.

There was a knock on the door. “Chibs,” it was Jax, “let’s go. Clay wants us outside.”

“I’ll see you later, Mo ghaol,” she said.

Chibs left the room and joined Jax as they briskly walked outside to their bikes. There had been some doubt in Liam’s loyalty to the club and that he had double crossed them to Jimmy-O. Clay had recently found his safe house and was going to pay him a little visit. Chibs’ mind was half with the club and half with Fiona. He knew their talk was going to be an uncomfortable one. Once this was all over and Jimmy was out of the picture, they needed to determine what was to become of their little family. She and Kerri were not moving to America, and it was very doubtful that he was going to move home to Ireland. They both knew what the outcome was going to be, but because of their painful history, they did not want to say it outloud.

He was hurt to imagine things officially over between them, but he knew deep down that it was over long before today. Though they deeply cared for one another, they weren’t in love anymore. Chibs looked back at the clubhouse while he buckled his helmet and sighed. She was right. He couldn’t truly start a life in Charming if he still had a life in Belfast.

Her POV

Early the next morning, she woke up in the Chibs’ room in the clubhouse. She slid over to the dresser and grabbed a SAMCRO shirt and slid on her jeans. Isa stumbled out of his room to the bar of the clubhouse. She noticed that everyone was gone, except for a prospect who was cleaning glasses.

“Where’s Tig?” she asked.

“He, Piney, and Kozik had to meet with Alvarez this morning.”

“For what!” she exclaimed.

He shrugged.

“When did they leave?”

“‘Bout ten minutes ago.”

She ran into Chibs’ room and grabbed her purse. “I need a car, a bike, something.”

He tossed her keys. “Take the van,” he replied.

She ran out the door as fast as possible, hoping to reach the three of them before they could reach her uncle. “Idiotas,” she said under her breath.

They were already outside the Alvarez homestead when she arrived with Sons and Mayans alike pointing guns at each other. “Woah!” she exclaimed, running over to them. “Everyone just put your guns down.”

Her uncle saw her and lowered his weapon first. “Sobrina, what are you doing here? With them?”

“First of all,” she said, “I thought you all had a truce.”

He sighed. “Until they showed up here. At my house!”

“Look,” Kozik said, “it’s Salazar. He’s got Jax Teller’s Old Lady and her boss.”

Marcus took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. “That man is becoming a bigger pain in my ass every day. What does he want?”

“He wants you dead.”

The surrounding Mayans took several steps forward, but Isa stood between them and the Sons. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“He’s pissed off at you,” indicating Marcus, “and wants you dead. As well as Two Hundred and Fifty K.”

“Do you realize what will happen to my territories if everyone thinks I am dead?” he asked, annoyed.

“Just give us twenty four hours! Then you can rise from the dead and all them vatos will go spooky respect with that shit, you know?”

“You come to my house, where my family is pull gats and make demands. You got any idea what I can do to you?” Marcus added.

“Okay, it was stupid coming here. But Jax's son is already missing. And the thought of him losing the girl he loves We can't let that happen. Look, I'm really sorry we upset your family, but we're desperate. You're the only shot we got at saving those women. Look, we'll make it up to you. Somehow. Please,” Kozik begged

Marcus shot a glance at Isa before answering. “All right. I play dead 24 hours, and that's it. But you come here again truce, no truce, I'll kill all of you.”

They shook hands and the Sons left. Tig turned to Isa. “Look, Angel, we’d love to help with your apartment…”

She smiled. “It’s alright. Wolf was going to help me anyway.”

He winked at her and followed his brothers. She turned back to her uncle who was giving her the usual fatherly look of disapproval as he looked at her SAMCRO shirt. “Sobrina, Te he dicho que te mantengas alejado de ellos,” (Niece, I’ve told you to stay away from them.) he said.

“No lo siento. Me han cuidado bien desde que me mudé a Charming,” (I am not sorry. They have taken good care of me since I have moved to Charming.) she replied.

He sighed and folded his arms. “Pensé que te mudarías a Oakland. ¿Qué cambió tu mente?” (I thought you were moving to Oakland. What changed your mind?)

“It was cheaper to live in Charming, Tio.”

Marcus smirked at her. “I’m sure it was. Did the Scot go to Ireland with them?”

She looked down at her watch. “I have to go. Wolf is meeting me at my apartment in forty five minutes with a truck full of my things.”

“After, I want you and Wolf to come here for dinner. If I’m to be dead, you are to be here, mourning.”

She kissed him on the cheek. “Te amo tio”

“Te amo.”

***

Wolf was waiting just outside her apartment building when she pulled up in the Sons’ van. “Where’s your car?” he asked.

“We have to go pick it up later. Right now I just want to get moved in,” she said, grabbing a box out of the back of his truck.

It did not take long to finish moving some of her furniture to her apartment on the second floor. They had finished unpacking and re-assembling by 3:00. “I’m going to shower,” she said, “and then we can head over to Tio Marcus’.”

“Sounds great,” he said, “Should we drop off the Sons’ van for them?”

“Sure!” she exclaimed down the hallway. “Just ride with me to the restaurant. We can pick up my car from there before giving them back the van.”

The car ride to Oakland was very awkward and silent for the most part. Finally, when the silence was unbearable for Wolf, he cleared his throat and said, “Where’s the Scot?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, “I haven’t talked to him in a long time.”

“Oh, really? Where did you stay in Charming last night?”

She blushed. “Tig picked me up. I had a rough night at work, and he didn’t want me driving home alone.”

“Tig…”

“I’m telling you, I don’t know where Chibs is. I haven’t spoken to him.”

He sighed. “I just find it odd that you’ve suddenly become one of them.”

She shook her head. “Chibs helped me see that my hatred was misplaced.”

“So after all that time, you just forgave them.”

“Yes.”

“Wow,” he said under his breath, “I thought you would stick to your convictions more.”

“They didn’t kill my father, alright? After I found that out, I was able to release all this pent up aggression towards them.”

They pulled into Marcus’ drive and got out of the car. Diana ran outside and hugged Wolf immediately and then wrapped Isa in a quick embrace. “Come on in,” she said, “We have dinner ready.”

Isa smiled and followed her aunt into the house. She picked up Tessa from her high chair and held her in her lap. “Dinner smells delicious, Tia.”

“Gracias, Mija.”

She motioned for help in the kitchen, and Isa handed Wolf Tessa. “Your uncle tells me that you’re living in Charming now?” she asked, pulling the pork out of the oven.

Isa nodded. “Yes, Wolf helped me move there this afternoon.”

Diana smiled. “Does this have anything to do with that Son?”

She avoided her aunt’s gaze and pulled a piece of meat off the tray. “Not entirely.”

“Just be careful,” she said, “you know Marcus has worked hard to keep you away from that life.”

“I know,” she sighed, “but it’s part of who I am.”

“Does Wolf know?”

She shook her head. “I doubt it. I’ve tried to tell him several times we are never going to happen, but he won’t listen.”

“Grab that green platter,” Diana said, walking in front of her, “just let him down easy. He’s sweet and means well.”

Wolf had placed Tessa back in her seat and jumped up to grab the platter from Isa. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked.

“Nope,” smiled Diana, “this was the last of it.”

Dinner passed by slowly, but they stayed for several hours before driving back to Charming. They didn’t arrive at Isa’s apartment until 11:30. “Thanks for the invite,” Wolf said, as he leaned against the door for her building.

“You know you’re always welcome,” she replied, “You’re a great friend.”

He sighed. “You know I want more than that.”

“Wolf…”

He interrupted her with a kiss. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to his body. At first she was caught by surprise, not sure of what to do. When she finally had her bearings, she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “Wolf!”

“I’m sorry, Isa. I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. You have to know that.”

“And you have to know that I don’t see you the same way!” She slugged him in the shoulder.

Hurt, he backed away from her. “You can’t seriously mean like the way you look at him.” Obviously meaning Chibs.

“Isa. He’s older than Marcus!”

She shrugged. “Lo siento. I don’t feel what you want me to feel for you.”

Her phone rang. They both looked down and saw Chibs’ name flash on the screen.

“Oh for the love of Christ.”

Isa answered it, happy for the interruption. “Hello?”

“Isa.”

“Chibs?”

“I’m comin’ home. T’night.”

She smiled. “When will you be in?”

“T’morrow some time. I’ll call ye’ when we land.”

There was a long pause. “Isa?”

“Chibs.”

“I’m glad ta hear yer voice.”

She could feel her cheeks run red. “Me too.”

They both hung up the phone. When she looked up at Wolf, he was driving away in his car back to the reservation.

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#chibs telford #chibs x oc #americano #soa #sons of anarchy #tommy flanagan

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tellerford-mayhem · 5 years

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How do you think the Sons would react to a member turning out to be gay?

At first, I think it would make some of the older members slightly uncomfortable because they wouldn't know what to say or how to react. But in the end they all would still love him because he's their brother.

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tellerford-mayhem · 5 years

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are you planning on continuing 'americano'? i'd love to read more of it xx

I am. Things have been so hectic at work that I come home and go straight to bed. I'm on break now, so I can pick back up!!

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tellerford-mayhem · 6 years

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I would like to take this moment to talk about my latest obsession with Angel Reyes. Yes, I love Chibs, but I mean COME ON!

Let’s be honest, he had me at the promos. I mean, he loves his brother, he cracks jokes, and just a sexy badass.

Your girl got it bad...

P.S. I still love Chibs.

#Chibs Telford #SoA #Mayans MC #Angel Reyes #Clayton Cardenas

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tellerford-mayhem · 6 years

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I don’t see a lot of people talking about Tommy Flanagan so here 😍😍

#Chibs Telford #Tommy Flanagan #SoA #Sons of Anarchy #Daddy #Sexy Af

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tellerford-mayhem · 6 years

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aaahhh, i've missed americano so bad! im so glad you're back and with a great chapter! xx

I'm so glad you liked it. Thanks for the love!!

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tellerford-mayhem · 6 years

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Americano: No hablo su Jesu Cristo Chapter 7

Masterlist

Ship: Chibs x OC

Word Count: 5,860 Words

Synopsis: Now that she is home and safe and her father’s killer is dead, things start to heat up between Chibs and Isa.

Rating: M

Warnings: Language and Violence, Sexual Innuendos, Mentions of Death/Suicide Attempts, Sexual Harassment -very brief

A/N: I’M BACK!!!! Here is chapter 7! I hope this is enough spice to keep you interested in the characters! Please let me know what you think! xoxo

Chibs POV

She was cursing up a storm in both English and Spanish as he pulled the pieces of wood out of her forearm with tweezers. He held her arm down on his kitchen table while he picked at each splinter under her skin. Isa’s arms were black and purple from earlier that day when she landed on them. After he pulled the last one out, he handed her some hydrogen peroxide to clean her skin. He was thankful for his brief medical experience in the army. “Thank you,” she said as she carefully cleaned her arm.

“My pleasure, lass,” he replied. He sighed and watched her flinch as the peroxide washed over her arm. “Can I get ye somethin’ ta eat?”

She shook her head. “I just want to rest.”

He wrapped her arms in bandages and scooped her up in his arms. “I can walk,” she laughed.

Chibs smiled and ignored her comment. Gently, he set her down on his bed and helped her get comfortable. “I’m gonna call yer uncle and let him know ye are safe and restin’. I dinna care to have him show up at my door lookin’ fer ye.”

She buried herself down into his pillows. “Fine. Use my phone.”

He sighed and grabbed her phone off the nightstand and walked into the other room. He dialed Marcus’s number; it only rang once before he answered. “You are on the fast track to Nevada, Isa!”

“This ain’ Isa. She wants me ta tell ye that she’s safe and restin’ now.”

“Listen here, punta, I will be keeping a close eye on you. If anything happens to my niece under your watch, again, I will make sure your last breath is long and painful.”

Chibs lowered his voice and whispered into the phone. “Nothin’ is gonna happen ta her under my watch, Marcus. I can promise ye tha’. Now, I dinna take to threats idly, so if ye dinna mind, kindly fuck off.”

He hung up the phone and placed it on the table in his living room. He leaned back on his couch and let out a long, exasperated breath that he had held in since she was taken. Chibs had just closed his eyes when he heard two bikes pulling into his drive. He sighed and shuffled over to his door. Jax and Juice were taking off their helmets when he stepped out on to the stoop. “Did you take her back to the rez?” Jax asked.

Chibs closed the door behind him and stepped closer. “She’s inside sleepin’.”

“What is she still doing here?”

“She’s going to be in the AB’s crosshairs if she stays here!” Juice exclaimed.

“Nothin’ is gonna happen ta the lass.”

Jax smiled. “Chibs, are you hittin’ that?”

“No!”

Juice laughed. “Of course he is. Have you seen her?”

Chibs punched Juice in his shoulder. “I just feel responsible for her.”

Juice and Jax eyed him and laughed. “We have a meeting tonight,” Jax said, “Clay wants to discuss Zobelle and the Mayans. Mayans. He wants you there.”

He sighed. “Is ‘e pissed?”

“Well, he’s not happy that you’re involved with the Mayans. Let alone, Alvarez’s niece.”

He muttered something in Gaelic under his breath. “I’ll call someone to keep an eye on her while I’m gone,” he said.

They stood in silence for a moment, looking at the ground. The last time they had church, the club voted to let Jax go Nomad. Chibs was still very upset with him, but appreciated his brother’s assistance in getting back Isa. Finally, he disrupted the stillness in the conversation. “Are we gonna talk about ye goin’ Nomad?” he asked.

Jax grew stiff. “When this is settled, I’m leaving. I can’t be around Clay any more. If I am, we’ll kill each other.”

“Jackie Boy…”

He shook his head. “There is no changing my mind, Chibs.” He walked towards his bike. “Church. Six o’clock. Don’t be late.”

And just like that, Juice and Jax rode off on their bikes together, back to the clubhouse. He shuffled back inside and picked up Isa’s phone again. This time, he dialed a number he dreaded more than Marcus’s: Wolf’s. “Isa!” He exclaimed into the phone after the third ring. “Oh my god! Are you alright? We’ve been worried sick about you since we haven’t heard from you in days!”

“Wolf,” Chibs breathed into the phone.

“Chibs? Where is she? Why are you calling? What have you-”

“Will ye shut it and let me talk?”

Wolf stopped talking and impatiently listened to him.

“Isa is sleepin’ at my house. I have ta leave fer a few hours t’night. Can ye come by and stay wit’ her?”

“Yeah. Of course,” he said, “why does she need someone to stay with her?”

“Long story, but I ken she’ll explain when ye get here. Come by at five?”

“See you then.”

“I’ll text ye the address. If ye abuse this knowledge, ken I’ll kill ye.” He hung up the phone and slouched down onto the couch and closed his eyes. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, resting his head on the armrest.

It must have been a couple of hours after he fell asleep, because he woke up with a blanket on him and the smell of something coming from the kitchen. He sniffed the air and closed his eyes with a smile. It reminded him of the brief time when he and Fiona were happy. Sundays, she’d cook him a big Irish breakfast while she let him sleep in after a busy week. He heard footsteps as she walked to the doorway of the kitchen to peek out at him. Chibs rolled over and opened his eyes. “I see ye made yerself at home, lass.”

“I was hungry. I figured you’d be too,” she replied.

His stomach growled. “I am,” he laughed. He looked down at his watch to see it was 4:30. “Wolf will be ‘ere soon.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped back into the kitchen. “Why?”

“I ‘ave ta leave, and I need someone ta keep and eye on ye in case…” he trailed off.

“I’ll be fine.”

“I ken, but it’s fer my peace of mind.”

He heard her audibly sigh, clearly her sign of acceptance. “It could ‘ave been worse,” he laughed, “I could ‘ave called Alvarez.” He rose from the couch and stumbled into the kitchen where she was intently focused on the vegetables cooking in the pan. Chibs sheepishly smiled at her. She was even beautiful when she was annoyed. The small wrinkles that formed on her forehead when she forced her eyebrows together were light and delicate; almost misplaced on the perfect dark skin. “Speaking of,” he said, leaning against the cabinet next to the stove, “ye want ta tell me why ye hopped on the back of my bike when we left?”

She vigorously stirred the vegetables, causing a few peppers to fall out onto the stovetop. “Because he’s an ass.”

Chibs laughed. “I could ‘ave told ye that.”

Isa slammed the spoon down and looked at him. “I don’t being like told what to do, okay?”

He crossed his arms and looked at her, knowing that wasn’t the full truth. “And…?”

“And he blames you for everything.”

His body grew rigid. Alvarez agreed with him. Her kidnapping was all his fault, and had anything serious happened to her, he would have never forgiven himself. “Well…”

“No, Chibs,” she said, turning the burner off, “none of that was your fault. Besides, you found me. I’m safe and out of their hands now.” Isa placed her hands on both sides of his face to force him to look at her. “I’m safe now, and that’s all because of you.” She was close to him, close like she was the night she was taken.

He couldn’t tell if he was feeling the heat from the stove or between them. Chibs rested his hands on her hips as he contemplated putting them each out of their misery and pulling her into him. There was no doubt a chemistry between them, a longing to be together in more ways than one. Desire overcame his better judgement as he drew her into him passionately, hungrily kissing her. She was just as ravenous as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her up on the counter and tugged at his SAMCRO shirt that she had claimed as her pajama top. Her fingers dug into his arm as his hands flirted with the top of her sweatpants.

The roar and rumble of a truck’s engine came up the drive, but neither of them heard. It wasn’t until there was a loud knock at the door did she pick her head up, but that didn’t stop him from traveling down her jawline and neck. “Chibs, stop. There’s someone at the door,” she whispered, feeling her stomach fill with butterflies, secretly wishing he wouldn't.

“They can go ta hell,” he replied.

There was another knock. “Chibs! Open up! It’s Wolf!”

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “Shit.” Isa jumped off the counter and fixed her clothes. She fixed Chibs’ shirt and hair before answering the door herself. “Wolf!” She wrapped her arms around him into a big hug.

Chibs stayed in the kitchen, instantly jealous of the young Native currently getting all of her attention. He was trying to catch his breath and slow his heart rate so he looked less aroused than he was. “It’s so good to see you,” he heard her say.

“What happened to your arms? Where’s your bodyguard?”

“Long story. He’s in the kitchen. I was making myself something to eat.”

He was still leaning against the counter when they entered the kitchen. Wolf sat down at the table and glared at the Scot. “How much longer are you planning on staying here?”

She shot a glance over to Chibs who was scraping the vegetables and rice onto a plate for her. “I’m not sure,” she said.

“Ye can leave whenever ye want, lass,” he said.

Isa’s eyes grew wide at his sudden shortness. “Oh,” she began, hurt by his coldness, “then, probably tomorrow.”

Wolf crossed his arms. “Good.” He turned his attention to Chibs. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?”

He mumbled something to himself and walked into his foyer. “I’ll be back tonight,” he said, as he stormed out the door.

Her POV

She looked out the kitchen window and watched him drive off towards Teller-Morrow. She grabbed the plate off the counter and sat across from Wolf. “Are you ready to tell me what all of that was about?”

“What?”

“Well, for starters, why the hell are you staying with him?”

She sighed and took a bite of her makeshift stir fry. “Don’t start this.”

“Come on, Isa! For years, years, you hated SAMCRO, and now you’re shacking up with one!”

“It’s not like that!” Although, had he shown up a half hour later, it might have been. “He’s just trying to protect me. After he and Jax discovered who my Uncle was, they needed to protect me from the rest of the club!”

Wolf cocked his head to the side. “Is that right?”

“I swear!”

“Then what happened to your arms? Did you start cutting again?”

“No!” She let out an annoyed growl. “Look, I fell and broke a chair. Splinters got in my arms, and so he cleaned them for me. Chibs has medical background, so he was able to patch me up so I wouldn’t get an infection.”

He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. “Isa, you know I really care about you, so I’m just worried. I’m sorry. I’m glad you’re safe and that he’s taking care of you, but we miss you back on the rez.”

She smiled and took another bite of her dinner. “He’ll drop me off tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you just come back with me after he gets home?”

Isa continued eating to avoid the question. She knew she couldn’t argue this point, but she also wanted the opportunity to talk to Chibs about what had just happened between them. She lightly nodded as she contemplated her response.

“He said you can leave whenever you want,” Wolf said.

She chewed through a red pepper and swallowed. “I guess you’re right,” she replied, taking her final bite of dinner. “I’ll clean up in here and then grab my stuff. Why don’t you go into the living room and watch some TV, and I’ll join you when I’m done?”

Wolf looked at her unconvinced. “Okay.” Slowly, he rose from his seat and walked into the other room.

Isa picked up her phone and immediately sent Chibs a text. “I know you won’t get this until after church, but Wolf wants to take me home with him tonight. I can’t say no, but we need to talk about what happened.”

She held her phone close to her chest and took a deep breath before she began doing the dishes. Her head was still spinning from the very intimate moment she shared with Chibs. His touch was something she could feel herself longing for as each second passed. She closed her eyes and touched her lips as she tried to remember the kiss. Everything about it breathed passion. It had been awhile she had been kissed with such desire. Her lips were still a little swollen and plump from the interaction, and she could feel herself blush. “Lass, ye need ta get yer shit together. Ye dinna want Wolf ta catch ye, do ye?” She smiled as she heard his voice in the back of her mind.

She quickly finished the dishes and walked back into his bedroom to pack her small satchel. Her own clothes were folded neatly on his Idresser next to the few hygiene products she brought with her. She didn’t have much to pack, so she sat on the edge of his bed and looked around. The room looked the same as when she arrived: bed unmade and clothes everywhere. She leaned down and grabbed some of the dirty clothes off the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket on the other side of his dresser. Soon, she began making his bed, straightening up his night stands, and cleaning up his bathroom. She grabbed old towels and dirty socks to place in the hamper before she opened the door to leave.

Isa sat down next to Wolf as they enjoyed a few reruns of old episodes of Married...With Children while they patiently waited for Chibs to return home. It was soon 10:00 and her phone rang. “Isa?” he said through the phone.

He had disturbed her from the nap she had accidentally taken on the couch. “Yeah, Chibs?” she said, still half asleep.

“Put Wolf on.”

She nudged him awake and handed over the phone. She could still hear him. “Take her home,” he said, “I’ll be here all night. Just take her back to the rez.”

“Okay.”

Suddenly, the sleep was gone from her eyes. “Wait!” she exclaimed. “No, Chibs!”

By the time she got her phone back, Chibs had hung up. She immediately redialed but it went to voicemail. She threw her phone into the love seat adjacent to the couch and growled. “Stubborn Scot.”

She stood up. “Let’s go,” she said.

Wolf stretched and yawned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she muttered, “take me home.”

Chibs' POV

He decided to stay at the clubhouse that night. After Gemma revealing what the AB did to her and losing Isa, he wasn't in the mood to return to an empty house. He knew the retaliation for Gemma was going to turn ugly, and he wanted Isa as far away from him for her own safety.

His burner rang. He looked down and noticed it was an unfamiliar number. He sighed and answered. “What?”

“Are you sure the deal is off the table?” Stahl breathed into the phone.

He muttered under his breath before replying. “Fuck off.”

“I thought you might say that,” she said, “who's the new chica, Chibs?”

He froze. He knew she meant Isa.

“Maybe I'll pick her up and she what she knows about the Irish.”

“Na cuir thu dragh oirre! She has nothing to do with any of this.”

He could tell she was smiling at the other end of the phone. “Who is she?”

“Crow Eater.” It pained him to say that about her, but he would rather tarnish her name than to get her involved with ATF.

“If my new lead doesn’t pan out,” she added, “I’ll be in touch.”

He closed his phone and tossed it on the foot of the bed. He leaned against the door and sighed. He felt the need to blame Wolf for taking her away, but Chibs knew he couldn’t keep her there forever. “It’s fer the best anyway,” he said to himself.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, he shut his eyes, drifting off to a restless sleep.

Her POV

Days had passed and she had neither seen nor heard from Chibs, let alone any of the Sons. She found herself moping around the house, going through the motions. She would wake up, work in the garden in the morning, help make the “beads” for the Sons, have dinner with her aunt and uncle, and go to bed. She tried calling him several times, leaving him voicemails saying they needed to talk about what happened, but he never returned her calls. After a week, she stopped calling him.

Wolf and her Aunt Dana noticed her change in behavior. “Isa,” she said one day at breakfast, “What happened in Charming?”

She glanced up at her aunt from her cup of tea and then back down. She wasn’t sure exactly how to answer that question.

“Something happened, didn’t it?” she asked.

Isa sighed and knew she would have to confess eventually. “He thought I was in danger, so he and Jax thought it would be best if they put me under lockdown until the threat passed.”

“And?”

“And, it passed. I’m home now.”

Dana leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Oh, that’s it, huh? Then why are you constantly checking your phone? I hear you calling him late at night saying you need to talk. You’re pining.”

“No,” she said, a little too defensively.

She smiled at her niece. “I’m not blaming you, dear. I just want to know what happened.”

“Ugh!” Isa exclaimed as she rested her head on the table. “After he proved they had nothing to do with Father’s death, things changed. I thought something was going to happen, but nothing did.”

She couldn’t see Dana smiling as she continued to read the morning paper. “Well, the Sons will be here today.”

Isa picked up her head. She felt her heart race just a little. If she was going to talk to him about that night, today was going to be her only shot. She tried to downplay her apprehension. “He doesn’t want to see me, Biazi.”

Dana raised an eyebrow at her. “I saw the way he looked at you the first time you met. I think you’re the reason he keeps coming back with them.” She waited for Isa to reply, but she just continued staring into her drink. “Does Marcus know?”

“He does not get to dictate that aspect of my life.”

“Oh, Isa. He’s going to…”

“We’ve talked and I told him I can do what I want. I am twenty-six years old. I can take care of myself.”

Dana sighed. “Yes, but you just got out of the hospital for your last attempt, and we decided to keep you away from that life until you were back on your feet. I don’t want him to send you to Nevada again.”

Isa finished her cup and placed it in the sink. “I applied for a position at the diner in Charming. I’m going to start saving for my own place in Oakland.”

The bikes rumbled as they came down the drive. She and her aunt exchanged a look before heading outside. Juice and Tig were in front, followed by the van and two more bikes: A new Prospect and Happy. Isa walked over to the parked van but froze in her place when Opie hopped out. She looked over to Juice and Tig, who were both taking their helmets off. Juice leaned over and whispered something to Tig before approaching her. She folded her arms and tried to appear annoyed by their presence. “Sorry, Isa,” he said, “I tried to get him to tag along.”

“Who?” She asked.

Juice smiled. “Did something happen?”

She laughed, a little too loud. “With the Scot? No!”

“You keep calling him.”

“I thought I left my glasses there, but I found them,” she lied.

He leaned against the van. “You’re really bad at this. Chibs told me.”

Isa straightened her posture and took a step back from him. “Nothing happened, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Look, a lot has happened recently. Someone took Abel, Jax’s son, and he’s been helping Jax try to find him.”

“I’m sorry to hear about Abel, but I don’t care what Chibs has been up to.”

Juice started to walk past her and help with the load. “I’ll tell him to answer his damn phone.”

She rolled her eyes and walked back into her house. Dana was still sitting at the table, now drinking coffee. “Phone rang,” she said, “it was the diner. You got the job. They want you to call them back.”

“Thanks.”

“He’s not here, is he?”

“I need to run to Oakland. I’ll stop by the diner while I’m out and talk to them about my hours.”

Chibs POV

He leaned back on the couch in the clubhouse pretending to listen to Bobby and Jax. He looked down at his phone again to see if she called, and it was the same. She had stopped calling him a couple of weeks ago. He placed it in his pocket and stood. “When are we leavin’ fer Belfast?”

“Tomorrow,” Jax said, “I’m bringing my boy home.”

Chibs sighed. “We need ta be careful, Jackie. Jimmy has been playin’ ye since the beginnin’. He’ll use yer boy as leverage if he has to.”

Jax nodded. He sat down next to him and leaned his head back. Chibs completely understood. “We’ll get him back, brother,” he added.

“I know we will.” He looked at Chibs, desperate to change the subject to something more uplifting. “So, you heard from Isa lately?”

“I’m afraid that’s said and done.”

“Juice said she’s working down at the diner on Main.”

“I ken. He told me last week.”

“Why don’t you go down there? From what you said, it sounded like she likes the taste of Scottish Whiskey,” he smiled.

He shook his head. “Nah.”

Jax hopped up. “Come on. We’re going there for lunch. Bobby?”

“Oh, I am definitely in for this,” Bobby laughed.

“Jackie Boy, let’s just leave the lass alone. Even though we found her da’s killer, she’s still Mayan.”

Jax ignored him and headed out the door with Bobby close behind. “Jax!” Chibs called behind him. “Jax! Ah, shite!” By the time he caught up to them, they were on their bikes revving the engines. “Let’s leave the lass alone! She’s been through too much.”

“Bobby and I are hungry.” They left the lot, with Chibs running to his bike to catch up to them.

He sped after them, only to catch them at the diner. They parked their bikes and waited for Chibs to make his way over to them. He looked over at the restaurant and saw her through the large windows in the front of the building. She was delivering an order to a small family. “Looks like our new favorite waitress is working today,” Bobby said.

“She’s goin’ ta send a fork through ma’ arm,” Chibs said.

Jax wrapped his arm around Chibs shoulder. “You should have called her.”

She had gone by the time they entered the diner and were greeted by the hostess. “Just the three of you?” She asked nervously. Any time they ate in the diner, many of the patrons were nervous. They accepted the Sons as part of their community, but they were an obviously intimidating bunch.

“Yes. Put us in Isa’s section,” Jax said.

She grabbed three menus and led them to an empty booth between the family Isa served and a group of college guys clearly still working off their hangover from the night before. “Your server will be right with you.”

Chibs looked around nervously for Isa, but she had yet to reappear. Suddenly, the kitchen doors flew open and thin, tall, curvy, dark-haired woman emerged carrying a tray full of food. When she turned around, it was Isa. Her hair was pulled back into a loose braid with short pieces falling around her face. “Damn, Chibs. You’re chasing that?” Bobby said softly.

“Shut it, Bobby,” he replied.

A small smile formed on her face when she saw them. She set the tray on a table nearby and began serving the food. “Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked.

One of them leaned forward. “How about your number and when your shift ends?”

Isa rolled her eyes and walked to Chibs’s table. “Even better when you walk away,” he said to her.

She turned on her heel. “One more and I’ll have my manager handle you,” she said.

“Now, that’s no way to get a tip. Unless that’s not the tip you’re wanting.”

“Leave the lass alone,” Chibs said. Jax and Bobby stifled a laugh.

The frat boy turned around. “This doesn’t involve you, Gramps.”

“Chibs,” she said quickly, trying to prevent a fight, “it’s fine.” She ignored the man in front of her and walked to their table. They were still talking about her as they ate their food, but she tried her best to ignore them. “What are the three of you doing here?”

“It was their idea,” Chibs said, immediately regretting that.

“Hey, darling, a man’s gotta eat,” Jax smiled.

“Yes, but a man doesn’t know how to answer his damn phone.”

“Oo,” Bobby winced as he pretended to look at the menu.

“Sorry, mo ghaol.”

The three men behind them burst into laughter as they peeked over at them. She glared at them over her shoulder before turning back to Chibs. “What do you want to eat?”

Jax and Bobby laughed.

“Off the menu, pendejos!”

“I’ll just take a burger, lass.” He sheepishly handed her his menu.

“And you two?”

“Same.” They handed their menus back, grinning like idiots. She snatched them and walked away. “Man, this is the exact distraction that I needed,” Jax said, “thank you.”

“Tha mi air a chuairteachadh le stiotan (I am surrounded by idiots),” he said under his breath. He leaned back against the booth. “She’s going to poison my food.”

The blond frat boy turned all the way around and faced them. “Any pointers on how to hit that?” he asked. “I mean, it’s clear you somehow did, Gramps.”

“I told ye ta leave her alone.”

He shrugged and turned back around.

“Look,” Jax began, “it’s not busy. Go talk to her. It’s been almost a month since you last talked.”

“I ken.”

Isa returned to them with some coffee. “Sorry to hear about Abel, Jax,” she said as she poured a cup into his mug.

“Thanks,” he replied, suddenly remembering why he needed a distraction.

“I’ll pray to all of my gods that he makes a safe return home soon.”

“Thank you, darlin’.”

“I don’t think we’ve met,” she said to Bobby.

“Oh,” he coughed. “Bobby. I’ve heard a lot about you, Isa.”

She shot a glance to Chibs. “You have?”

He smiled. “Enough.”

“Alright, Bobby. Shut it,” Chibs barked.

She neglected to give Chibs any coffee as she turned away with the pot to refill the guys’ cups behind them. “Arsehole,” he said to Bobby.

“Chibs, if you don’t do something, they will,” he said, motioning to the repulsive table behind him.

He sighed and followed her back to the waiting station. “Isa,” he said.

She set the pot down and turned to him. “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Not returnin’ yer calls.”

She shrugged and folded her arms. “It’s fine.”

“No,” he said grabbing her shoulder, “I should ‘ave. What happened tha’ night…”

“Was a sleep deprived, stupid mistake,” she added, stepping back from him.

He sighed and shook his head. He didn’t want to do this now, knowing they were leaving for Ireland in the morning and the slightest chance he might not come home. However, he knew Jax and Bobby would say it for him if he didn’t. She was just as beautiful as the day he met her, but less angry. He felt his heart skip a couple of beats the longer he looked at her. “No, it wasn’,” he said. “Look, I ken I’m no spring chicken, but I’d like ta give tha’ another try.”

“You’re married, Chibs.”

“Fi? She doesn’ give a damn about me. We haven’ been together for well over fifteen years.”

“I get off at seven,” she added, “We can talk then.”

Chibs looked around to make sure no one was within ear shot. “I leave fer Ireland tomorrow.”

“When will you be back?”

“I dinna ken.”

“Figures.” She turned and walked into the kitchen.

Defeated, he turned back to his table, passing the frat boys laughing at him. Jax stirred his coffee and looked at him. “Well?”

“I dinna ken what her answer was.”

“It was no, old man,” the blonde man said.

“Rejected!” his friend exclaimed.

Bobby quickly intervened. “Don’t cause a scene. We need to stay on the DL if we’re going to pull tomorrow off.”

Isa arrived carrying their food and a cup of coffee for Chibs. “Call me when you get back,” she said.

Jax and Bobby smiled at him. “I will, mo ghaol.”

She turned to the table behind them and handed them their check. “I normally say no rush, but please just pay and leave,” she said.

“How about you upgrade to a newer version? Gramps there isn’t going to last another year. All my parts are new and don’t need a little blue pill to keep us going,” the blonde one said.

“Bleh,” she rolled her eyes at them.

“Oi,” Chibs said, standing up, “I told ye ta leave the lass alone. She dinna want any part of your prepubescent dick.”

“Like your geriatric one can get the job done.”

She grabbed Chibs by his arm. “Sit down, please. I can take care of myself.”

He started mumbling to himself in Gaelic as he glared at the men. They all stood up, the blonde one pulling his wallet out of his pocket. He handed her cash for their lunch and then pulled out a five, sliding it into the collar of her v-neck shirt. “My number is wrapped up in there. Call me if you’re looking for a better ride than his Harley.”

“His Harley can do a lot more than yours can,” she whispered in his ear, “now fuck off before I let him off his leash.”

“I’ll see ya around, darlin’,” he said, mocking Jax, as he slapped her right on her ass.

That was the final straw for Chibs. He grabbed the man’s arm as he walked by and punched him in his jaw, sending him into the empty table behind him. Chibs stood up and grabbed the blonde perv by his shirt collar to drag him outside. He threw him into the parking lot. “Get up, you piece of shite,” he said.

Jax and Bobby had run after him and held back the other two. He stood up and wiped his mouth clean from the blood. Isa stood at the door watching with most of the restaurant. “You’re nothing but a biker bitch,” he spat at her. Chibs punched him again, dropping him to his knees. “Is that all you’ve got, old man?”

Chibs reached down and grabbed him by the hair. “If I ever see yer face around her again, I’ll kill ye,” he said before punching him hard enough to knock him out. He let his body fall to the ground as he walked by everyone back to his table to finish his lunch.

Isa ran after him to thank him. “Chibs,” she said, “thank you.”

“Marcus woulda killed me if anythin’ woulda happened ta ye in Charmin’.” He took a bite of his burger.

She kissed him on his cheek. “Still, thank you. They have been in here all week harassing me.”

He looked up at her. “If they give ye anymore trouble while I’m gone,” he added, “I want ye ta let me ken. I’ll take care of them when I get back.”

She smiled and refilled his coffee. Jax and Bobby took their seats again and finished their meal. They overpaid for their food and left Isa a large tip. “Aren’t you glad we forced you to come here?” Jax said.

Chibs didn’t look at him as he straddled his bike. “Alrigh’, Jackie, I’ll give ye this one.”

Isa burst out of the diner doors after him. “Before you left, I just wanted to give you something for good luck for your trip to Ireland.”

Bobby and Jax glared at him. The less people that knew, the easier it was for them to leave. “Sorry, fellas,” he replied, “what is it?”

She placed both of her hands on the side of his face and kissed him the way he kissed her so many nights ago. Again, it was passionate and ravenous. His beard rubbed against her face, as he pushed back against her, causing a sensation in her body she hadn’t felt in a long time. She slowly backed away from him as she looked into his eyes. “Now, you have to come back so we can talk.”

Chibs smiled. “I was gonna come back regardless, lass, but now ye’ve made it worth ma time.”

He revved up the bike and slowly followed Jax and Bobby out of the parking lot, looking back at her one last time. The sun kissed her skin delicately, making her appear almost golden from where she stood. The loose strands of her hair softly flowed with the wind as she watched them disappear around the corner. His drive back to the clubhouse was a blur as images and memories of her flooded his memory. Since he met her, he had been enraptured by the very thought of her. Something about her pulled at him, forced him in her direction. Her fiery personality made her even sexier to him with every snarky, clever comment she had. She was damaged, but so was he. They both had messy pasts, but he was willing to accept the baggage that came with her. To him, she was going to be worth it.

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