Book 1 Chapter 10

Opie

Opie wasn't sure where he was. His eyes were heavy with sleep as he lay in what he assumed was a bed. He was tired and hungover from the night before. Ope knew he should still be asleep, but someone was moving beside him. On him. Opie's eyes cracked open. It was blurry at first. His brain was fighting the sleep. He noticed he was in his old dorm room at the clubhouse. Opie squinted as he looked around to find the clock on the side table.

"Quit moving," same a tired voice from beside him. Opie jumped as he looked down to see a mop of black hair lying on his chest. Opie could his heart beating out of his chest. His mind was running with what could have happened that night and who was in his bed. While he had hoped it could be Rebecca, they had not taken any steps to end up being in bed together.

Groaning, the head raised to reveal the lady on his mind, "Ope, honey, please go back to sleep. I have a headache." Rebecca's brown eyes opened to show two heavy, bloodshot eyes.

Opie had so many questions. What happened to them last night at the party? He remembered the beginning when he scared off the two punks hitting on her and Tara, the games, the bets, but how did they get so drunk. Opie guessed with his lack of words. Rebecca took that as an okay. She lowered her head to his bare chest and snuggled up to his side.

"Sleep Harry," came the grumbled voice. Opie wasn't one for taking orders that weren't for the club, but how Rebecca said his name and snuggled to him eased him back to sleep.

The next time he woke up, it was cause he felt someone on him again moving. Opening his eyes, he noticed Rebecca was trying to shimmy across his body to get off the bed. He watched her quietly, seeing she was wearing his shirt from last night.

Mid shimmy Opie caught Becca's eyes as she looked up. Opie concluded this would be an odd thing to see if anyone should walk in. Rebecca was straddling his lower legs, arms on both sides of his stomach, as the pair stared into each other's eyes.

"I have to pee," was the whisper that came from the brunette as she shrugged and giggled before slipping the rest of the way off. Opie raised his head and watched her bar legs scamper towards the bathroom. Thoughts flooded his head as he raised enough to lean back on the bed's headboard. Had they had sex? Ope still had his boxers on, but that wasn't an accurate indicator. Oh god, did he screw this whole thing up?

He and Rebecca hadn't spoken about what they were, if anything. Opie had feelings for Rebecca and had them when he was still married and in Chino. Although, he wasn't sure if that was real feelings or if she was the first outside female he spoke to. However, now, it was different. They weren't an inmate and the prison dentist. Two people enjoyed each other's company, and Opie enjoyed Becca's. The kids loved her, which was important. But was Opie ready to bring another woman into the shit show that was his life? He had gotten his wife shot, although Rebecca tried to help him work out his guilt for that. Opie was scared to bring another woman in, but he knew he worried more about losing Becca.

Opie was pulled out of his deprecating thoughts when he heard the toilet flush and the water run. Opening the door, Rebecca stood there shyly looking at him. Opie wasn't sure what got to him more: she was wearing his shirt or how she bit her lip in his shirt. Opening his arms in an invitation, he waited for her to make a move.

He hadn't fucked up since Rebecca quickly walked back towards the bed and cuddled into his chest. Her skin was smooth and cool to the touch as he rubbed his thumb up and down the exposed skin under his shirt sleeve.

"Do you remember anything about last night?" Rebecca whispered from her place on his chest.

"Not really. I remember pool, the fight, then coming inside, and I think we played a game of spades." Opie's voice didn't seem so sure as his memory got foggy around that time of the night. "Something about shots,"

"Oh got, I did a body shot off Tara," Rebecca groaned as memory must have come here. Opie's eyebrows must have hit his hairline as he looked down at the brunette in his arms. "I remembered we lost a hand, and that was the dare. I don't a body shot off her."

"Damn, and I can't even remember that," Opie joked, which landed a light smack on his chest. Opie traced his fingertips up Rebecca's arm towards her hand resting on his chest to lace their fingers together. "Did we have sex?"

"I don't think so," Becca said softly, "I don't remember it, and if we did, I feel like that is something I need to remember." The joke was carefree and easy, but it made Opie's insides tighten. Their eyes met as Opie couldn't take his eyes off her. She was beautiful.

"Your eyes are green this morning," Becca whispered as she leaned toward Opie.

The voices in his head that were usually fighting had been silenced. At that moment, with Rebecca, he was not at war with himself and his decisions. Opie decided to take his old man's advice from the past and grow a set of balls as he leaned down himself. He might fuck this up. This might be something that ruins their friendship. But at that moment, Opie realized he didn't want to have just a friendship with Rebecca.

The kiss started soft, sweet, and gentle. It was something both of them had been waiting for, and it didn't disappoint. Rebecca's lips were soft, while Ope's were rough. The hairs of his beard were tickling her cheeks as she leaned more into his chest to reach his face. The kiss broke only for a moment, harsh breathing and heavy eyes locked before realizing they had nothing to worry about.

Opie flipped Rebecca onto his bed before resting his lips on hers. Opie kept his weight off hers, not wanting to crush her but enjoying the feeling of having the more petite woman under him. Their kisses turned into a makeout session, leading to lazy pecks and lingering kisses.

"Harry," Rebecca's voice came out husky and whined at the end. Opie didn't like his first name but fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing Opie had ever heard in his life. Ope looked down at the brunette under him, hair laid around her head like a halo. Pink lips red from being kissed and the scratch of his facial hair. "What is this?"

"I'd," Opie paused. He needed to get the words out in a way that didn't make him sound like a 14-year-old fool with a crush. "I like you, Rebecca, a lot. And I would like to take you out on a date if you would be up for that?" Opie knew he had made the right choice by the smile that broke across her face.

"Really?" Opie nodded, while he could go out to the club and get whatever porn pussy he wanted. Rebecca was different, and he wanted to be different for her. "Okay, yeah. I'd like that, Ope."

They kissed a few more times before a bang came at the door, "Opie! Church! Bobbie found something," Chib's voice called. Opie groaned and looked down at Rebecca, expecting to apologize to her, but she had a smile on her face and giggled.

"Duty calls, big man."

When they made it out of the dorm, they were dressed, Rebecca still in his shirt last night tucked into her jeans. Ope was a little thankful that he had multiple in his closet cause he didn't want to take it off her. Opie noticed Tara sitting at a bar stool, her head lying on the wood, walking into the bar. Rebecca smiled at her, then glanced at him.

"I'm going to go check on her."

Ope nodded and watched her walk away towards her friend. It was good to see Rebecca and Tara get along. Tara was Jax's old lady. We all knew that she had his crow right above her ass. She had gotten it when they were still in high school, riding the high. They would always be together. Opie and Donna had that high, but Donna would never take his crow said it was stupid and a club initiation. She wouldn't see that it was important to him. He couldn't stop thinking about if Rebecca would ever accept if the question had come up. Inking your crow into a woman was a significant step, and Opie was only worried about surviving the date he had planned more than marking her. However, it was an interesting idea.

Church began like normal as all members flooded into the room. Ope sat beside Chibs, leaning back in his chair as he lit a cigarette.

"So Bobbie has some intel on Darby's guy that messed with Becca." Clay informed the club, turning their attention to the treasure.

"I did a show last night at the bar going towards Oakland. One of the guys there has a friend who is a hang-around with Darby's guys. I asked some questions and did small trading for some hash brownies. But I got you an address for the guy. One is still in Chino, Ramey. But Alred, he's been out for three months now. Around the same time, your girl has been having the problems."

Opie ground his teeth as he listened to Bobby's information. The ideal of this fucker getting out and terrorizing Rebecca pissed Opie off.

"If we go after this low life and he's still a part of Darby's crew, that will start shit with the Nordics," Jax explained, looking around to all members, but Opie felt his eyes linger on himself.

"What if we set up a meeting with Darby," Chibs questioned, "get 'im to hand this guy over, or there will be a blood bath."

Comments and suggestions were thrown around until they decided to go the route the chibs suggested.

"Alright, we'll call a sit-down," Clay stated, puffing his cigar, "anything else?"

"Yeah," Opie started looking up from the table he was staring at. "When we get this guy, the kill is mine."

"You claiming her?" Clay asked. It wasn't surprising. They had all seen Opie's sick love face around the woman.

"Yeah, she's mine," The statement solidified Rebecca's placement in the club and with the members around them. Rebecca was going to be treated like family because she was Opies'. Opie knew they would take it slow. The idea of rushing into something was like speeding towards a cliffside. All it would lead to is a shit show.

"Alright, when we get this fucker the final kill is Opie's to make," Clay banged the gavel ending church as everyone got up.
When he walked into the clubhouse, Opie noticed that Tara and Rebecca were still at the bar. They both had their head down but turned to face one another, quietly whispering. Opie walked over to where Jax was standing, looking at the two women.

"Do you also find this shit odd?" Opie asked as he looked over at Jax, who was smirking.

"They seemed to have kicked off being friends."

"I guess," Opie said, looking a bit confused. While Donna and Tara were friendly during their school days, they were not near friends. "I guess I'm just not used to someone being so okay with this," Opie explained.

"Maybe that's what you need, Ope. Comfort and freedom," the words made sense in a way. However, Opie didn't want to connect the puzzle at that moment.

"hmmm, I asked her out this morning," It felt odd saying it aloud to his best friend. He felt like a teenager getting their first girlfriend, "probably won't be able to take her anywhere until this shit is over and done with, but we're going to take it slow."

Jax's smirk widened, causing Opie to roll his eyes, "I knew it was just a matter of time. She seems like a good girl, maybe blind cause she like's your ugly mug but can't fault a girl for bad vision."

Opie walked over to Rebecca, pulling her away from her friend while Jax got his girl afterward. Leading Rebecca back to his dorm room, he ushered her inside and locked the door. Opie didn't know what to say to Becca about their plans. Opie kept the club separate in one relationship. Was he going to do it with this one as well?

"The club is going to head out soon. We have a meeting with a few other guys." Opie started with a simple truth. Rebecca was sitting on the small bed, listening as she watched him.

"Ope," Becca said softly, shrugging her shoulders, "I know it'll take some time for you to trust me with telling me everything entirely, but I would like us to get to where we tell each other everything."

Opie winced a bit. Opie wasn't sure how many old ladies knew what the club did. He knew that Jax didn't tell Tara everything. "Don't freak," she said, giggling, "should I expect you for dinner tonight, or should I just call a fend for yourself snack night for the kids and me?"

Opie smiled a bit at that before walking over and kissing the top of her head, "It might take some time, but I'll call you when plans change."

"I'll take that," Rebecca concluded, raising her head to meet Opie's lips in hers. "I gotta stop by my house and get some clothes and a few things before picking the kids up from Piney's."

Opie didn't like running these errands by herself, "Take the prospect with you. It will make me feel better."

Opie didn't like going into the Nordic territory. They were just a bunch of racist assholes, but they had a treaty, and as long as they did not sell dope in Charming, the treaty stayed. Opie got off his bike along with Jax as they followed behind Clay to the dinner they were meeting Darby.

"What do I owe this little meeting?" the sick fuck asked when the SONs walked in. Opie wanted to beat the shit out of him here but knew he wouldn't get his information.

"We are needing information about one of your men," Clay stated, not beating around the bush. "A Buck Alred, just got out of Chino?"

"Buck watched Opie's back in Chino. He just got out," Darby argued. Opie balled his hand in a fist under the table.

"Yeah," Clay chuckled, "Was that before or after he and a bunch of his nazi buddies made a plan to kill the dentist because of him?" The question was loaded, and by the look in Darby's eyes, Opie knew it was knowledge to the Nords that his men caused a shitstorm.

"He isn't with me anymore. After he pulled that stunt then ratted got my man an extra two years." Darby was getting pissed as his face got red.

Opie tried hard to ignore the anger building up in his stomach. He wanted to rage and get the information out of the nordic, to punch him in the face.

"All you have to do is give us an address," Jax's calm voice said as he inhaled his cigarette. "This heat won't blow back on the nords. We'll take it out of your territory if anything comes of it."

The sign that Darby let out told Opie everything he needed as he squeezed his hands together.

The club knew they couldn't just sit on the information. The Nords were a brotherhood, and even though Alred had been kicked out, he could still have friends that would slip him the knowledge that the SONs were looking for him. Opie knew he should have texted or called Rebecca to tell her he wouldn't be home. He hoped she wasn't too pissed, but the idea of getting rid of this threat was on his priority list.

They had driven the van, knowing their bikes would be loud. It was just midnight, and the weak streetlights shone yellow on the pavement. Pulling up to the trap house, six figures stepped out of the van and headed towards the house.

Opie felt adrenaline pump through his veins as he hunched down behind Jax. This was his kill. He waited for the signal before Tig raised and kicked the flimsy door splitting it off the hinges. The house smelt awful. Trash was lying everywhere that Opie could see. What he couldn't see was Alred. Searching room to room, none of them could find the coward. Stepping into what Opie expected was his bedroom, he stopped. The bedroom was empty of the man. What Opie did find pissed him off. Opie's fingers raised slightly to touch one of the pictures of Rebecca taped to the wall. Opie's green eyes scanned picture after picture as the whole wall was covered in personally taken photos of Rebecca and one that seemed to be printed off with the social media logo to the side. Pictures of her picking his kids up from school, in her car, he walking down the street, her at his home, her home. Opie felt like he couldn't breathe as his eyes roamed.

"Who's Samantha?" Juice's voice asked as he held a printed-out picture up.

"Her sister," Opie's voice rasped as he looked at the juice and turned around the photo. The photo was of Rebecca and another Rebecca. No, they had different colored hair. Twin Rebecca and Samantha were twins.

"Fucking Twins?" Tig's voice came out in disbelief, "you lucky bastard."

Opie didn't feel lucky, but the joke eased the tension as everyone around them laughed.

"So he's been following her, stalking her," Jax's voice was stern. This guy had been stalking his brother. Jax didn't know Rebecca long, he had just met her a few months ago, but Opie did. If Rebecca was who he claimed, it made her family. They protected family.

"Is that a closet?" Happy's voice as he walked towards a stained yellow/brown door. Opening the door made everything worse. Standing in the doorway were pictures of the SONS, pictures of Opie and Donna. The sick fuck had been stalking Donna. Opie felt his stomach tighten as he scrunched his eyebrows together. Was this the man responsible for killing Donna?