Chapter 3

💀 Jax's Point of View 💀 After dropping Savannah's lunch off, I came back to the garage and caught up on paperwork. Things had finally settled enough with the club that I did t have to worry about bad shit happening all the time. SAMCRO was no longer in the fun business. All of our ways of earning were now legit. We co-owned Diosa with Marcus Alveraz, thr President of the local Mayans Charter. Like SAMCRO, the Mayan chapter that Alveraz was President for was the mother charter, meaning he started it all. SAMCRO and the Mayans hadn't always been friendly though. We had our beefs just like any other rival clubs but we were able to put out differences aside because we all wanted what was best for Charming.

Along with co-owning Diosa, we had the maintenance contracts for Charming Heights, Redwoody and the garage. My fathers dream of having SAMCRO go legit had finally came to fruition. Even I had began to wonder if I was going to be able to make things legit.

"Hey brother" said Chibs as he came into the office.

"Hey man. What's up?"

"Fiona and Kerrianne are coming in tomorrow for the the wedding. I'm going to need to clock out early to pick them up from the airport."

"No worries. Handle your business."

"Thanks. That's all I needed."

"Okay."

As Chibs exited the office, I couldn't help but think it was starsnge that his ex wife was going to not only be in attendance to Chibs and Althea's wedding, she was going to be in it. I couldn't imagine marrying someone and my ex, who was stolen from me by some irish prick, was going to be there. For a long time, Chibs held on the hope that he and Fiona would work things out. They even gave it another shot, but found out they were just completely different people now. I felt happy for my my brother and Vice President. Althea has made his life complete. Which was another reason I was glad that SAMCRO was 100% legit. She was the sheriff in our county. Wouldn't have looked to good for the sheriff to know about any illegal dealings the club would have been involved in. We did that dance for years and years with Unser. Probably would still be doing that dance if he hadn't have been forced to retire and then died from cancer.

I glanced at the time on the bottom of my computer screen, noticing it was 2:30. I called Neeta to make sure she was going to be able to pick Abel up from school and pick Thomas up from daycare.

"Of course baby. Why don't you go for a ride. It's been quite a while and I know you miss it."

"I do. But I need to be home with the boys."

"I got this. Go. Let the breeze blow through your hair. Be one with the open road for a little while. I'll whip up dinner for the kids and make sure they have baths."

"Neeta, if I haven't told you lately. Your the best. Thank you. I do want to go for a ride and clear my mind. I've been thinking about a lot of things recently and I think a bike ride will help me sort though it all."

"Baby, I know how much you appreciate me. Go enjoy yourself. I'll see you when you get back."

"Thank you Neeta. I won't be too late."

"As long as your back before midnight, don't worry about it."

I'll be home before midnight."

"Okay, bye now."

"Bye Neeta."

I couldn't have asked for a better babysitter than what I had with Neeta. She had been keeping Abel since he was a baby, Thomas too. I trusted her with my kids just as much as I trusted myself. Maybe a pay raise was in her future.

I did agree with Neeta. A bike ride did sound like something I desperately needed. Then, an idea struck me. I walked out to the garage and looked for a spare helmet I knew I had in there. Savannah needed a ride home. I hadn't missed the way she looked at my bike when I carried her lunch to her. She wanted to ride and that's just what she was going to get. I sure hope she's ready.

🍑 Savannah's Point of View 🍑 At 5:00 on the dot, I closed all the windows on my computer, making sure to save anything that I had worked on. I powered down my computer and printer. Abby was in the process of shutting down her computer hen I made it to the desk.

"You need a ride home" Abby asked when I stoped.

"No, a friend is giving me a lift."

"This the same friend who brought you lunch?"

"Maybe."

"Be careful with him. I've known him my whole life. His younger brother and I went to school together. His wife passed away about a year agox from what I hear, it was quite brutal. I also heard his own mother did it."

"Jesus christ."

"Yeah, the club that he's president for, SAMCRO, was into some pretty shady deals back then but I think they are on the up and up now. Just be careful with him. Him and his wife had dated in high school and she moved away. Came back like ten years later and they got back together. Everyone says they were like soulmates. Her death was brutal for him. I still don't think he's completely recovered."

"No, I don't expect he has. Thanks for the heads up. I know not to bring up his wife or his mother."

"He really is a good guy. And hey, you could be seen with someone who looked a whole lot worse than him."

"He is kinda hot ain't he?"

"Hot does not do him justice. That man is sex on a stick."

I couldn't disagree with her because my thoughts had been drifting to sex all day long. And not just any sex. I'm talking about the kind of sex that's no holds bared. The type where sheets get torn, and you walk funny for a couple days afterwards. And great, my mind was back on that now. I was definitely going to be having a date with my dildo tonight.

Just as Abby and I walked out of the building and locked it up, Jax pulled into the lot. But he wasn't driving the Tahoe from this morning. No, he was on the Harley from lunch time. Was he planning on me riding on the back home? I was in a skirt. That's wasn't going to work out too well especially since I had decided to go commando this morning.

"I'll see you tomorrow Savannah." Yelled Abby she walked towards her car, winking at me before turning back around.

Jax came to a stop right in front of me. He switched the bike off and removed his helmet.

"Guess I should have called first and asked if you were comfortable riding on the bike."

"No, I've ridden before. I'm just worried about having a skirt on. But I can make it work. Maybe I won't flash anyone."

"Ready to ride then?"

I was ready to ride in more ways than one but he didn't need to know that.

"Yep."

Jax stood up off the bike and dig around in the compartment. Finding what he was looking for, he pulled out a helmet and handed it to me.

"You know how to strap it?"

"Yeah."

I strapped the helmet on securely and waited for Jax to situate himself on the bike. I then hiked my skirt up to an almost indecent length and climbed on the back of the bike behind Jax. I when I positioned myself in the seat, my skirt rode up even further, pushing that limits of being completely indecent.

"Ready?" Asked Jax.

"Yeah."

Jax started the bike and maneuvered it with the skill of someone who had been riding all of his life. Given his status as a club president, it was a safe gamble to say that he had in face been riding all of his life.

"Hang on" yelled Jax before we pulled out onto the highway.

We began to pick up speed. Nothing to fast but fast enough that I had I clench my knees to his hips and wrap one arm around his waist. And from what I could feel beneath the leather vest and T-shirt he was wearing, the man was ripped.  Sending up a silent prayer, I asked god to keep me from misbehaving and if he couldn't keep me from misbehaving, at least turn a blind eyes to my actions.

We rode for awhile before pulling off at an open field. Once the bike was stopped, I reluctantly moved my hand from his rock hard stomach and removed my helmet. Jax climbed off the bike before I did. Before I had a chance to pull my skirt down to a decent length, he turned to face me. I saw the carnal look in his eyes as he realized I wasn't wearing any panties. He also saw the garter that was tattooed on my right thigh. As if the vibration of the bike didn't have me dripping wet, the look in his eyes intensified it ten fold.

"Fuck me." He moaned.

"No. I'm not that type of girl." I replied as I stood and straightened my skirt.

"You should have warned me about the no panties thing. I would have driven the Tahoe."

"I didn't want you to think I was coming into you. That wouldn't have been very lady like to mention my lack of panties now would it?"

"And going commando is lady like?"

"No, I guess not."

Jax turned his back and began walking off to the small pond that was near where we parked. Deciding to follow, I walked along behind him, waiting for him to stoke up the conversation this time hoping the topic was t about my lack of panties.

When Jax reached the small pond. He sat down underneath a tree, resting his back on the trunk. Unsure of what he wanted. I stood and stared out over the water. This place was beautiful. It reminded me of the pond that was on my grandpas land. He lived in an old plantation that had been in his family for generations. Me being the only grandchild he had, I knew one day that place would be mine. Unfortunately, when I ended up with it, I would never have anyone to pass it down to. The doctors had told me long ago that I would never be able to have children because of the trauma I faced as a young child at the hands of my mothers pedophile ex-boyfriend.

"You can sit beside me you know?"Said Jax, thankfully pulling me from the direction my thoughts were headed. Decided to keep the mood halfway light, I told him about my grandfathers farm instead.

"I was just thinking about home. This pond and the steering itself reminds me of that pond on my Poppa's farm."

"This was my late wife's favorite spot."

And that was the subject she didn't want to talk about just as much as she didn't want to talk about her lack of panties. But he had opened the door. Who was she to deny him if he wanted to talk.

"You miss her."

"More than I've ever missed anyone or anything in my life."

"I've never felt that type of love so I can't say that I know what you mean. The closest thing I can compare it to is missing my mother. She passed away 2 years ago."

"Im sorry to hear that."

"I would love to tell you that it gets easier but it don't. I miss my mom more with each day. The pain of it eases, but it never goes away. And again, that doesn't compare to losing your wife."

Jax sat in silence for a few minutes. I strolled over time the tree he was sitting under and sat down beside him, but at a decent distance. Wanting to say something but not knowing what to say, I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Will you tell me about her?"

"Maybe another time. Today, I want to talk about anything but the past year of my life."

"So pick a topic. Any topic, as long as it's not about panties."

💀 Jax's Point of View 💀 Just when I had finally gotten the picture of her pantyless coochie out of my mind, she had to go and bring up panties. Before I had a chance to talk myself out of kissing her, I leaned towards her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.  What I intended to be a gentle peck, quickly turned into her on her back, me on top of her, and our tongues down each other's throats. Breaking the kiss, I looked down at her. She looked like she was ready to go ten round in the sack. My dick was right there with her but my heart just couldn't do it.

"I'm sorry for that" I said as I helped her up into a sitting position.

"Jax, there's something you need to know about me. I'm not saying this- me and you- is going anywhere but there a few things you need to know before tot should even consider starting something up with me. It's not something I tell everyone from the get go but you have had enough hurt. I think you need to know what your getting with me if you were to decide to pursue something with me."

"Savannah, you're right. I have faced too much hurt in my life. But you wanna know something. Kissing you just now is the first time I have really felt alive in over a year."

"I'm a reformed whore Jax. There is no other way to put into words how bad I had gotten before I finally decided to change my life. And you know what made me change my life? My mother dying in a car crash, on the way to pick me up from a party where I had just had a train run on me but 6 guys. You see, when I was 7, I was raped repeatedly by my mothers ex-boyfriend. And when I say repeatedly, I mean daily over the course of 3 years."

I saw his whole body tense when I told him of my rape. It wasn't something I liked talking about. It actually made me physically sick to talk about it most of the time.

"Savannah...."

"Wait, I'm not done. My mothers ex-boyfriend fucked me all up in the head. When I got old enough to start getting my period, I went to the doctor. They did an examination and found the evidence of the trauma that was done to me. They told me I would never have any kids. At 13, that doesn't sound like a big deal but when you're 22 and you have friends that are getting pregnant and getting married. It changes your outlook on life. I have never had a good relationship with a man since I was 7 years old. Other than my Poppa of course. And I was even iffy about him for a short amount of time. Anyway, when my best friend told me she was getting married and that she was pregnant, I realized that I was the only one who would never know the happiness that they felt. I was the only one who wouldn't know what it would feel like to grow a human being inside of my body. I started acting out. I started do drugs. I started hooking up with men just to feel something. Soon, hooking up with one man a night wasn't enough. I was sleeping with two to three different men a night. All because I wanted to feel loved so bad. The night that my mom died, like I said, I had just had a train run on me by six different guys. I had enough cocaine and alcohol in my system that I should have been dead. Somehow, my mom found out where I was. On the way to pick me up and save my pathetic ass once more, an eighteen wheeler ran a stop light, killing her instantly. That night was a wake I'm calm for me. I quit the drinking. I quit the drugs. I even quit having sex. Two years ago, my whole life changed. I'm nothing more than damaged goods Jax. I'm just trying to live my life the best that I know how and in a way that I think would make my mother proud of me."

I didn't know what to say. The amount of rage that was pumping though my system was definitely unhealthy. I saw red. I didn't know the guy who had done this to her but I wanted to kill him myself. Hell, I didn't know this girl and wanted to defend her more than I ever had anyone in my life.

"Say something Jax" said Savannah though tears.

"I don't know what to say."

"I knew you wouldn't. I've only ever told one other guy what happened to me and when he found out, he ran for the hills with his tail tucked between his legs. I'm not proud of my past but I can't change it. It's shaped me into the person I am today."

"Come here."

Savannah accosted closers to me and I pulled her into my arms, holding her and trying my best to soothe her as sob after sob wrecked her body. It was in that moment that I realized I would do everything in my power to never heard her hurt like that again.