Son's Of Anarchy/Fast & Furious (SI)

About fifteen minutes after parking in front of McDonalds and finding out how to control my Ninja warriors, the same beautiful young woman that rang me out at the first window, pushes a plastic cart outside with bags of food and drink carriers piled on it making me get out of the van and open the back doors, did her.

"Thank you…miss." I say to her phishing for her name as she hands me the food and I store it in the back of the van.

"You're welcome, my name is Bella…I mean Isabella, but you can just call me Bella." She says brightly with a light flush in her cheeks while flashing me a shy smile.

"I'm Vincent, but you can call me Vince." I tease lightly with a smile on my face, as I move a little bit closer to her.

"Well…then, Hi Vince, is all of this for you?" She asks me while flaring her right hip outwards a bit and resting her right hand on her outer thigh, her left hand nervously…slowly coiling one of her long wavy red locks around her index finger.

"Nah, my family threw a welcome home party for me last night…things got a little wild…this is for everyone when they wake up." I reply to her finding her antics a bit cute…that doesn't quite match her vivacious looks…and it doesn't help that she looks like Bella Thorne.

"Cool, you know I meet a lot of guys…here and you look like a steak and bagel guy so I put a couple in this bag for you along with a couple of hash browns, and I figured you'd like sprite…or root beer…so here…my phone number is in the bag on a napkin…and also on the receipt." She tells as she pulls a bag and a large soft drink cup from the bottom shelf handing it to me as she turns bright red and as if trying to spare herself from embarrassment takes off running back into the restaurant before I can say thank you…she only stops at the door, long enough to send me a nervous little wave.

'I'd hit that…nope I'm going to hit that.' I say in my head while smirking softly as I shut the doors of the back of the van cradling my special little bag and drink as I finagle opening the driver's door, setting my bag of food on the seat and putting the drink in the cup holder before digging through the bag for the napkin with Isabella's phone number on it, finding it easily seeing that the phone number is the same as what's on the receipt…smiling as I tuck both pieces of paper away in one of my front pockets of my jeans.

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Getting back to the Clubhouse finding Gemma busying herself cleaning up around those who were still asleep sprawled all over the club, making several trips in and out carrying in the bags of McDonald's and the drink carriers.

"Morning Gemma." I greet Gemma while walking over to her coming up behind her hugging her around her middle…feeling the woman lean back against me as I place a kiss on her cheek.

'Oh you want me bad don't you honey? Must be Clay, not even being able to get you wet has left you needy.' I joke internally enjoying the flash of need I spot on her face as she reluctantly steps out of my arms and turns around to face me.

"Good morning Vince, did you like your present?" Gemma asks me a spark of jealousy flashing in her eyes but disappearing quickly, while a little smirk plays on her lips.

"Ehh, she got the job done…though…she and I have come to an agreement where she is exclusively mine…so have Luann keep her on payroll but have her teach her how to do paperwork or something…and have her keep an eye out for me…as I pumped her full of cum dozens of times last night…I told her it was her choice to get an abortion or not…but I'd like to know ahead of time if she is pregnant." I tell Gemma who tries to smack me across the face, but I catch her hand in my much larger right hand, she looks at me with a shocked expression on her face before shaking her head in disappointment.

I pull Gemma against my and grab her ass with my left hand making her gasp lightly.

"I'll ask Luann, but you should have wrapped your dick or made her swallow." Gemma tells me in a protective maternal…slightly exasperated tone.

"You're right I should have." I nod but lean in closer to her.

"You didn't seem to mind when it was you getting a big fat creampie into that neglected milf pussy." I murmur in her ear and feel a shutter run through her.

"Don't try to hit me again Gemma, I'm not a little kid for you to mother anymore..." I tell the woman, my voice, growing deeper and husky…making Gemma's whole body tense up, as her breathing becomes a bit ragged.

"Anyways, good morning." I say and take a step back while placing a kiss on the opposite cheek and let go of Gemma's full tight ass and walk around her on my way up to my apartment.

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'Fuck, Clay hasn't gotten me this wet in years! Damnit Vincent you little bastard!' Gemma thought to herself as her panties had become sodden as Vince held her against him and huskily spoke in her ear in a way that revved her up to no end.

Gemma resisted the urge to go upstairs and beg the young man that has such an effect on her to fuck her again before she went back to cleaning, and slowly waking up the whores and skanks to send them in their way home.

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Entering my apartment finding my bed stripped of it's bedding I smile thinking about how well Gemma takes care of everyone.

'I hope that she didn't touch my box…' I internally say…and then roll my eyes as the words insinuation hits me.

"A poor word choice." I groan as I walk to he the side of the bed and find the antique box exactly where I had left it last night, picking it up, putting it underneath my arm and walking to my recliner.

Sitting down on the chair feeling a bit uneasy about all of this as I open the box, and take the Horse Talisman in hand.

"Now…my memory of the show is a bit…flaky…but…when the Talismans themselves are destroyed the powers…immediately go into the closest vessel…like they did with Jade turning her into T-girl…probably shouldn't brainstorm aloud…if someone eavesdrops or walks in in me they'll think I've gone nutzo…" I murmur as I pick up the Ox Talisman, and activate through a thought and feel as though a rush of strength and durability subfuse me.

'Here goes…everything!' I internally express as I crush the Horse Talisman by clenching my fist closed…power flows into my hand from the remains of the Talisman and I feel it bond with me on an intrinsic level becoming my power…my ability…a part of me.

A loud booming laugh leaves me, I begin laughing so hard that I start to worry I'm going to piss myself.

I don't know how much time passes before I regain control over myself…but I definitely "wasn't" senselessly crying…nope not at all…once the laughing stopped…I continued to break, absorb and assimilate the powers of the Talismans.

…Half an hour later I exit my apartment and walk downstairs feeling like…while nothing I can describe the power coursing inside of me…my powers…they're intoxicating.

Walking into the main area of the club seeing the guys still sleeping minus scantily clad and naked hoes I smirk as I fill my lungs with air.

"Come on you lazy assholes, get your asses up, we need a church meeting!" I say and my voice booms out wards, and I begin to go around pushing people off of the couches, the bar, the tables, kicking those on the floor in the main area of the clubhouse at least everyone with a vote was up and moving around now almost all of them silently cursing at me.

I see Jax...and Wendy sneaking off upstairs, Jax turned to me and smiled while smacking Wendy's ass.

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Sitting at the Redwood table, moving a small ball bearing around the larger table in front of me with small movements of my finger…without actually touching the ball bearing.

'Telekinesis is so cool!' I internally express my enjoyment though keeping an eye out to make sure no one sees me using my abilities.

An hour or so passes before everyone starts flooding into the church, including the recent patch member Juan Carlos or rather Juice Ortiz, though instead of at the table he is sitting in one of the cheap chairs against the wall as the core of the OC sits around the Reaper.

"Alright so, what's this about Vince?" Clay asks me while rubbing the sleep from his eyes and nursing a cup of coffee between his mitts, while most everyone else is nursing hangovers and half eaten McDonald's food.

"Okay, so let me start off by saying I love this Club, this family…this brotherhood…but I'll be damned if y'all haven't been a bunch of fucking idiots without me around, using the Garage's parts vehicle for Club business, leaving various bits of shit with the Garage's name and address on it…now these may seem like little things but what if the van is found at a murder scene after being abandoned?

You don't need me to answer that for you…I hope, another issue is that you guys have managed to get on the radar of some hot shot Assistant District Attorney for the state of California who, visited me in Lompoc and tired getting me to flip on the club because of this little guy here." I say and get up out of my chair, walk over and stand next to Juice bringing my hand down on Juice's shoulder.

Everyone one at the table made a questioning sound…some even reaching for their pieces.

"What are you talking about?" Juice asks me looking up at me with a shocked and nervous expression on his face and I'm not sure if he's ready to throw down…or bolt.

"Easy there kiddo, let me explain…he came at me with some bullshit about the club accepting Negros now after my sacrifice." a sound of disapproval fills the church.

Clay was gonna spout some white pride bullshit but I cut him off by continuing.

"He told me Juice's pops here is black… Personally I don't care, and you look more white than even Hispanic, if I'm being honest but I figured it was best to bring this before the club now, before this is used in the future to try and blackmail or make Juice here feel unsafe in his own club." I tell everyone while patting Juice on the shoulder who looks at me with his mouth hanging open while I look around at everybody.

"For all we know this is bullshit, was there a file and enough information in it to make it look real…it could all just be some fabrication by some worthless government stuge trying to fracture the club." Bobby Munson says, making everyone nod.

"Juicy, what does your paperwork say?" Chibs asks the guy that seems like he is about to have a panic attack.

"It, it says I'm Hispanic..I-I, I've never even met my dad." Juice says with a stutter and he starts to grow twitchy and panicked while looking around at everybody.

"Aye, then that's what you are, half of us here don't even know who our father's are." Chibs jokes while walking over patting Juice on the back reassuringly.

"And the other half of us that does, wishes we didn't." I joke, getting a laugh out of everyone.

"So what did he try to get out of you?" Clay asks me, and I can tell the matter of Juice's supposed birth father has been put to rest.

'Something so simple that…pretty much led to the destruction of the Club originally…was handled so easily…' I sigh internally.

"Tried getting me to give him anything that could allow him to come after the club with RICO, the guy's a total douchebag, he even tried to brag about riding a Triumph to make himself seem cool…and to sympathize with me." I tell the club getting a chuckle out of most but Clay, Clay cups his hands together while resting his elbows on the table.

"This is concerning, but nothing we can't handle, we'll deal with it as it comes to us from now on. I want everyone using burners for everything, change them out every two weeks or if things get bloody." Clay says, making all of us nod in acceptance.

Clay looks to me for a moment before squaring his shoulders.

"The next order of business, it's been brought to me that one of our brother's who recently just came home, would like to go Nomad. Is that still what you want Vincent?" Clay asks me and I nod while everyone at the table let out shocked exclamations.

Jax and Opie look at me like I just stabbed them in the back, which makes me feel a little shitty.

'Sorry guys...I just need my freedom...'

"Vince, man…why?" Jax asks for himself and Opie.

"Jax, Opie…you guys wouldn't understand, while you might be able to understand Opie…but I spent most of my life in prison at this point…there's a lot out there I want to see and do, I love this club, I love you guys you're my family but I need to do this for me, I'm not going to be gone forever and I'll visit or stay regularly, but I can't spend all my time here it'll be like being in prison again just with a different view." I tell them and everyone, and feel Chibs walk up behind my chair and rest his hands on my shoulders in a gesture of support and reassurance.

"I understand brother…" Chibs murmurs and sits down in his seat.

"Sorry, Vince…I had Donna and the kids…I didn't realize how suffocating being out and then being…you have my support." Opie says to me, making me turn to the big lug who's looking at me like he wants to give me a hug.

"Thanks Opie." I genuinely thank him.

"You have my support too." Jax adds on.

"Alright, hou heard it from him…so let's put it to a vote, all in favor of Vincent Keller going Nomad say Aye, all those against, say Nay." Clay says.

"Like everyone here brother I'm happy you're home and I love you man, if this is what you feel you need then you have my vote, Aye." Tig saye while giving me a thumbs up.

"Nay, I understand you went through a lot of shit for us, for the club, but we just got you back and we need you here…you're our sergeant of security...and our Minister of Diplomacy...shit you made connections inside that benefit the club even now that you're out." Bobby puts his vote in and explains to me bsi reasoning, which I nod in understanding of and show him that there isn't any bad blood between us after all the man was an uncle to me.

"You sure this is what you want brother?" Chibs asks for clarification, his Scottish accent coming through.

"It is Chibs." I reply back to the man.

"Like I said before…I support you but I don't like that this choice comes so soon after your return home, but it's yours to make brother, so aye." Chibs says to me with a sad look shining in his eyes while meeting my gaze.

"Thank you, Chibs." I reply back to the man who nods and starts eating a Mcgriddle.

"Aye." Happ, the member who constantly seems in flux between being a nomad and being a redwood, votes without any fanfare while nodding to me, to which I nod back to him in thanks.

Opie looks at me for a long minute.

"Aye." Opie says finally.

"You should have taken your time before coming to this decision son, but you'll always be a part of this club whether you wear a Nomad patch or not, my vote is aye." Piney Winston says, making me feel that as long as he was here I'd have a man in my corner even if he couldn't hardly move around without needing his oxygen tank.

Juice, though he doesn't have a vote, speaks up.

"When I joined the club Jax told me that the Club becomes your family your number one priority, blood home all of it takes a back seat to the club and your brothers. I've heard stories about you since day one, I'd like to get to know my brother…and I can't say I understand what you've gone through, but if my brother thinks it's best for himself to go Nomad than who am I to stop him, I vote aye…that is if I have a vote." Juice says to me while turning to look me in the eyes, I simply nod to him…while rolling over some words in my mind.

"I look forward to getting to know you too, Juice." I say to the guy before turning my attention back to the table.

'Fuck man, this sure is taking a long ass time.' I say internally while realizing that it's my turn to vote on my decision as everyone looks at me.

"I know before I went in a I was the Sergeant of Security and The Minister of Diplomacy, my position in the club is an important one and it's about time my position was filled by someone up on the current events allies enemies and all that, you all know my vote but I'll say it anyways Aye I approve my request to go Nomad." I say to everyone, most nod in understanding but even then I can tell most don't agree with me.

"Brother, I don't want to see you wearing anything but a Redwood patch, and I want you here with us, but this is what you want, what you need…my vote is aye." Jax says though he looks pretty down while saying so.

"I can already tell you're sure son, so you have my vote. Ten aye one nay, transfer approved." Clay says to me while hitting the gavel against the table and taking a Nomad patch from his pocket.

"I already talked to Quin last night after Gemma brought this up to me after bringing you home son." Clay continues while standing up along with everyone else walking over to me and pulling me into a hug.

"Here, keep your other patches... your place is here with us…" Clay says while resting his hands on my biceps and kisses my cheeks before handing me the Nomad patch.

"Thank you Clay." I say to the man and separate from him just before Jax comes over and gives me a hug that makes my ribs creek followed quickly by Opie.

'God I'm so sick of dudes hugging me.' I groan internally as I walk out of the church and head over to the bar taking a seat on a bar stool grabbing out another steak, cheese bagel breakfast sandwich and a hash brown.

Gemma walks over and hugs me tightly.

"I'm going to worry about you all the time baby so make sure you come home and call often, okay?" Gemma says to me while holding me tight.

'You're gonna miss me or my cock?' I internally joke.

"Now, would you like me to do your patches for you? I know how…easily frustrated you get with sewing." Gemma asks me with a bit of amusement in her voice since she helped my predecessor stitch his other patches on his cut too.

"Nah, I can handle it…but thank you for the offer." I reply to her as she reluctantly releases me from the tight hug and wipes away the wetness from the corners of her eyes.