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@grimnmalice
"Everyone has some darkness inside. It's like a hungry creature. It wants and wants and wants with a terrible power. And the more you give it, the bigger and hungrier it gets".
▷ alternative portrayal of Opie Winston from Sons of Anarchy. Member of @divinekindred. Dark & mature themes. Chemistry is mandatory. Multiverse. Crossovers are welcome. ◁
❝ Better to be strong than pretty and useless ❞.
➢ Alternate portrayal of ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔞 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔢 from "Teen Wolf". Dark & mature, triggering themes ahead. Selective. Literate & descriptive. Chemistry is mandatory. 21+ only, no minors. Crossovers are encouraged. OC's are welcome.
"There is a house in Charming Town"
TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ginger had been seeing some idiot from southern Cali. His name was Jake. He thought he was better than everyone and had a drinking problem. Ginger had developed one herself since she and Opies split.
Gin was sitting behind her bar at Spencer's. Day drinking when in walked some guy she had dated on and off for weeks. She poured him a drink seeing him flip the sign on the door closed. "I need to be open need the money."
Jake rolled his eyes, "Not in the mood for bikers in this place."
Ginger shrugged her shoulders with attitude, "Also not your bar! So you don't determine my clientele." An eye roll followed.
He walked over pushing ginger against the bar acting as though he was trying to be sexual pushing her against the bar using his hand but holding her throat with his hand. Gin pushed him away slightly, not in the mood. He kept pushing himself against her. "Get off of me. You're fucking high and smell like a god damned brewery." she pushed him hard.
His face snapped as he tightened his hand around Ginger's throat. He pushed the girl further against the wall. His hand at this point left an imprint on her neck. Gin grabbed a bottle from behind her head on the bar and swung it at his head and missed. It gave her just enough time to run for the safe in the back where she had a 9-millimeter pistol waiting.
She felt him grab her and throw her on the ground before he climbed on top of her and started pounding her in the face. She tried to shielf her face resulting in him hitting her in the abdomen and other areas.
She was able to get her leg up just enough to kick him in the balls before running for the door this time and unlocking it with her bleeding palm. Running for her bike she climbed on glad the keys were still in the ignition and hauled off toward the club house.
She looked like a war victim. Parking her bike outside of teller morrow she got off. Blood still covering her face and body. Adrenaline had taken over but was slowly wearing off as she searched the room for familiar faces. "I'm looking for Opie Winston?" She said to the girl behind the bar. "Tell him his ex-wife needs him it's urgent"
It was a long fucking night for the club. What was supposed to be a regular night of doing a protection run for Unser, turned into a shit storm of raining bullets and a hard on for retaliation. Ope and the guys were lucky enough to make it out alive due to being outnumbered, but the same couldn't be said for Unser's driver.
Goddamn Mayans.
So much for the reassurance and pact with Alvarez declaring there was no more beef between the clubs. But that was alright, things had been quiet for a while anyway. It was only a matter of time before SAMCRO was back to painting Cali with their favorite shade of Mexi-red, especially since Juice got hit and a prospect got ran off the road. Luckily for Juice it was only a flesh wound, but the prospect broke a leg and dislocated his shoulder. Aside from that, everyone was whole.
When the crew got back to the clubhouse, Tara was waiting to check on the injured. Time and time again she came through for the club. They were lucky to have her, but at times it was hard for Ope to be around when she was there. It brought up memories of how much of a good time he would have with his ex when they would hang around at the clubhouse or at Jax and Tara's. That is, before it all went to shit.
Once it was known that the guys would be alright, and after a hell of a lot of drinks, Opie went to his room to throw himself on his bed. Before he knew it he sank into the depths of sleep.
All of a sudden he was awakened by someone pounding against his door. As he groggily pushed himself up, the door swung open and there stood Heather, "Opie, I'm so sorry, but you need to get out here now".
"What the hell is going on?" He asked in frustration as he got up.
"She said she's your ex. It looks like someone fucked her up, badly."
Her words barely processed before he bolted out the door. When Opie reached the bar he froze for a moment in shock at the sight of her bloodied face. Ginger might've been his ex-wife and things had ended horribly between them, but he never laid a hand on her. That was something he would never do no matter how angry he got.
As the flames of rage roared through him, there was just enough pain cemented in his chest to keep him silent. Opie approached her with fury and sadness filled in his eyes, then he brought up a hand to carefully place his finger beneath her chin to examine her face.
"Heather, get me the kit and some ice. Now!" He demanded without peeling his eyes from Ginger, "Who the hell did this to you?"
Gins face was written with pain and blood. A sight that was few and far between. Ginger was a fighter a lot like Gemma in a sense. She didn’t like being seen in a moment of weakness but somehow in the adrenaline of things she had landed herself back on the club house steps like a scared lost school girl.
Her voice was shakey & lower than her usual confident and cocky self, “Sorry I….” She paused the room had started to spin slightly. She wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline wearing off or if she could have a possible concussion from the crashing of her skull on the concrete floor of her bar.
She took a deep breathe collecting her thoughts and looking up at her ex husband. Anytime she had anxiety in the past he was the one who could bring her back to the normal world. “The guy I was seeing… he went fucking crazy & beat the shit out of me. I wasn’t in the mood to have sex and next thing I knew I was being tackled on the bar floor.” A pause in her racing voice came. “I ran for my bike and the only place I could think of coming was here. I needed to feel safe.” Jax had told Ginger just recently in his annoying way, “He will always be your safety net. Even when you aren’t willing to admit it” she had told him he was wrong but in this moment she realized he wasn’t.
As he towered over the red head, he was still in disbelief it was actually her. The Gin that he had known, married, and divorced was a force to be reckoned with. Ope would never say it aloud, but there were moments when he would be slightly unnerved when it came to how angry she would get. There were moments he secretly believed Ginger was a long-lost daughter of Gemma's with all that flare, so seeing her in the state she was in had overwhelmed him in the worst way.
Opie swallowed hard when she began to speak. Her voice wasn't even the same. What happened to her wasn't just a physical assault, he could see it was also a mental and emotional one. To be able to break a spirit such as hers, the guy must have done a number on her and it made Ope want to go on a rampage. The more Gin had explained, the more his stomach turned, and his fury rose. He felt sick.
"Jesus Christ..." he muttered.
He carefully grazed his thumb along her jawline as a way to apologize for what she had been through. Hearing that she was with another man, despite being split up, wasn't easy but that wasn't his focus. They weren't exactly on the best of terms, but she was his wife at one time, and the one he let get away, according to Jax. The history between Ginger and Opie didn't matter because no one, especially her, deserved to be treated in such an abhorrent way. Someone was going to pay with their life.
"You did the right thing, Gin. You'll always be safe here", Ope explained with his eyes still locked on hers.
Heather approached hurriedly with a first aid kit Tara had put together for the club and the ice Opie had asked for. Along with her came some patch members to see what the commotion was about and were alarmed at the sight before them. He could have easily told one of the ladies to take Gin and get her cleaned up while he went to handle business, but he needed more information before he could have this son of a bitch have a meeting with Mr. Mayhem.
"Come on, babe. Let's get you cleaned up". That name slipped out with ease, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting her situated.
He made sure she followed suit before leading the way to his room.
All the attention being on her made her heart sink. Usually she loved the attention on her but this very moment she wanted to run and hide. Keeping her focus on Opies facial features. She could tell he was angry the way his nose crinkled. The rage in his eyes, a rage she used to be able to calm.
Hearing him call her babe lit up something deep inside of her. She hadn’t heard those words leave his lips since before they divorced, the divorce was such an ugly mess. Her rage & his mixed it was like throwing kerosene in a fire and playing Russian roulette with a bullet. Someone was bound to get burned or shot.
She froze slightly reaching out holding onto Opie as he took her to help clean her up. Starring at him like a lost puppy, she spoke still shaken but not as badly, “I’m sorry. I know I’m the last person you wanna see on any given day. This was just always home. You…” she paused before saying what had came to mind. She was going to tell him he was always home. Instead she said, “Just thank you.”
His room, a place they had shared more than one drunken passionate night over the years. So many times since they split she had found herself just outside the Teller-Morrow lot drunk wanting to rush in like some Hollywood movie confessing her love. But instead she usually found herself with some random from her bar. The guy she’d been seeing was no different, they’d only been seeing each other a few weeks on an off. It wasn’t serious but how did she tell her ex husband she’d been sleeping around when the one she truly wanted was him.
He shook his head after her words as he led them into his room. "You don't have to thank me. You did the right thing in comin' to me and regardless of our shit, you still have family here". Usually, she would be right about him not wanting to see her, it was just a reminder of his fuck ups, but given the situation, all that fucked history didn't matter and was far from his mind.
After he shut the door behind them, Opie led her to his bed to sit on the edge then took his place beside her. It was still difficult to think about Gin being with someone else, especially given where they were and the unspeakable things they had done in the same bed they were sitting on, it was something he had to keep pushing out of his mind. There were more important things to focus on.
He opened up the first aid kit and took out some gloves and sterile wipes to properly clean the blood and potential debris from her face. If it wasn't for Tara teaching them to properly clean wounds, Ope would have probably went old school and poured some liquor on her face.
Opie carefully touched her chin and moved her head to in order to get a better look at her injuries. He still couldn't stomach what happened to her, he felt his jaw clench tightly, "Just try to stay still, ok?" The sterile wipe was removed from its packaging and he began to gently wipe the blood away from areas where he thought there were lacerations, that way he could focus on those parts first before cleaning her entire face.
"Once this is done, I'm gonna need info for this asshole, Gin. And I'm not asking", he stated directly.
He was so gentle, something when looking at her ex husband most people wouldn’t expect. The way he was doctoring her wounds reminded her of his tender side. She tried not to let her mind wander, although it was a hard task. He was after all the man that had nearly killed her with just words. None of that was important now though.
The lacerations hurt but her pride hurt more, she felt pain in her soul. Not only did a man hurt her, she had resulted in running home like a dog with their tail tucked. Opie was right though, she had family here. The only family she ever knew, her own blood never cared for her the way SAMCRO had but when they split she felt disconnected from that world. His world!
“His names Jake,” she flinched a little from pain from a wound he was tending to. “I think his last name is Davidson but we met at the bar so I don’t know for sure.” This was embarrassing telling her ex husband about the guy she barely knew that had laid his hands on her. “He’s a brunette, green eyes, shorter hair than yours, smaller body build than you.” She hadn’t even realized she had her phone in her pocket. She pulled it out.
A few clicks of buttons on the phone and she showed Opie a photo. “Him.” Just seeing the picture of him made her stomach turn. She’d been shot at, beat by her father, and destroyed by people she loved but this…. This was different he took her self esteem. “Here’s his phone number too.” She handed her phone to Opie. “I don’t think he’ll answer me though.”
As he cleaned off the blood to expose where her injuries actually were, Ope listened to her not only explain who the piece of shit was, but how much opposite he was in comparison. He opened a new packaging of wipes when Gin passed over her phone to show him a photo. The sight of this Jake guy only infuriated Opie more, causing his expression to switch to disgust as his nose wrinkled in anger, "He doesn't need to answer. All I need is a location. I'll have Juice use his number to track him and I'll handle it."
After touching her phone, he needed to get new gloves and wipes to continue working on her. It was pointless, but Tara made it a point to drill into their heads about keeping shit clean when dealing with wounds, especially after Tig got some nasty ass infection. It was like a goddamn medical boot camp. That was the last time he ever wanted to deal with her in that sort of environment, so now he does shit by the book when it comes to injuries, for the most part.
"Gin," he paused a beat, having a harder time than he thought to say what he wanted, "I'm sorry it took... this shit to happen... for us to sit down without yellin' and... throwin' shit around." Opie went back to carefully cleaning her up, then found the lacerations that needing tending to. He went for the more pronounced one first while attempting to keep composure, but there was one burning question that continued to rampantly run throughout his thoughts.
"Did- Jax know anything about this guy?
“It’s not to late to throw things.” She was trying to lighten the mood. She knew how upset this had made them. They may not be together but Opie had always been protective in nature. Hearing him say he’d take care of it brought back feelings that she wasn’t sure how to handle. The way he was being caring and tending to her wounds only further complicated things with bringing up old feelings. She had to quickly push back under the surface.
Her face turned almost pale when he asked if Jax knew things about him. She was silent for a few moments before speaking. “He…. Was there the night I met him. Vetted him out, said he seemed cool enough.” She paused again. “We’ll his exact words were he’s not your soul mate but he’s not a serial killer.” Her stomach had turned repeating her best friends words. Of course Jax had no way of knowing this could or would have happened but still it was haunting. Further more, it didn’t prove well for how Opie was going to react to what she was saying.
Her eyes wandered around the room taking in the familiar view. “This place was always my safe haven.” A small tear fell down her cheek. She wasn’t sure if it was from being here with him and missing the old days or if it was from the physical pain she felt from the attack. “I’m sorry to, you know.” A small sigh escaped her bruised lips, “I’m not saying this to change anything, just I should’ve fought harder.”
Her playful comment got half a smile out of him, but there was nothing good about it. Opie might have been protective to those he cared for, yet as he looked back at how things turned out with Ginger it made him feel like he was a real piece of shit. Instead of being a man and talking with his wife about what he was dealing with, he decided to build a road of distance that only destroyed them. At the time it may have been his goal, but seeing her pummeled made the guilt sink like a concrete block.
Opie kept quiet, wanting to hear everything she had to say regarding Jax's involvement or lack thereof. It might've not been his business anymore, or his responsibility, but Ope still wanted his ex to be okay and it was up to Jax to make sure of that especially since she was his other best friend. There was so much Opie wanted to say, a lot of remarks that could essentially place some blame at Jax's feet, but he didn't want to put more shit on Gin after everything that she'd been through with what happened. It took every bit of him to keep it to himself.
As he saw the tear fall along her wounded face, Opie stopped what he was doing and gently wiped it away. He shook his head at her words of accepting blame, causing the guilt to submerge even deeper within his gut,
"No. It's on me, baby," he confessed, then fell silent to finish patching her up. Once he was done, he managed to pull his thoughts together to finally say what needed to be said. "You were my wife. Instead of talking, instead of getting my shit situated, I ── flipped a goddamn switch, froze you out," Ope sighed heavily, "I shouldn't have had to make you fight harder."
It was no secret she’d missed his smile, missed his touch, he’ll his voice even but the pain she felt now with this attack was no where near the pain she’d felt internally when they split. A loose cannon wasn’t even close to explaining the shit she’d gotten herself into and then out of. Her drinking had been so bad that she had no longer stopped drinking but more or less continued on and on through each day.
It wasn’t until Jax found her passed out drunk on the floor of her own bar & threatened to end it all for her that she woke up from her drunken stupor & had started to piece together whatever dignity she had left. It wasn’t an alcohol problem that she had it was a will problem. A will to keep moving without the love of her life to help her. Hearing his words taking responsibility for the actions during that time it made instant regret set in for everything she’d done during that time.
“We really know how to fuck things up.” A small grin had appeared on her face even after all the pain she was feeling just being here with him had made her forget even if just for a few moments. “Don’t beat yourself up, you were just doing it to protect me. Didn’t want me ending up like Donna because you loved me to much.” A small sigh escaped her lips. “But even after all that I came running home.” He was her home not some place.
She paused again before saying what had needed to be said herself, “None of that shit matters. Divorced or not I don’t hate you. You’re still a good man and all that shit I spat at you when we were splitting it was all angry words.”
Hearing everything she said caused Opie to forcefully swallow down all the shit he'd been suppressing. In that moment, everything being suppressed threatened to escape. Every damn thing Ginger said was true and it felt like repeated blows to the fucking gut.
Ope cleared his throat and blinked away the burning sensation he felt in his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was tear up and feel like some bitch, especially with everything she had going on. But, in spite of everything, he would never feel like the good man she said he was. Deep down he knew he wasn't, felt it, which was the other defining reason why he felt it best they split in the first place. Gin deserved better, Ope knew that.
"You don't have to explain. We both said some pretty fucked up shit to each other during that time. We're good. Ok?" He finished up with cleaning off the dried blood, and began applying the laceration closure adhesive strips to the larger cuts on her face. "I did what I could here. I'll have Tara come by and take a look to see if you need to get stitched up", Ope passed her the bag of ice, "make sure you use this. I'm gonna go call Jax".
— Kinsley's sitting at the club house with a joint placed between her lips, raising an eyebrow when Opie came over towards her.
❝ Yes, fuckwad? ❞ She asked with a smirk.
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❝ Jesus Christ. I can't even sit down before you start your shit❞, he laughed, then took a seat beside her and lit up a cigarette. ❝ I'm surprised you're here and not getting your back blown out by Teller.❞
❝ Please, you couldn't handle my shit. ❞ Kinsley smirked, rolling her eyes with a hum and nearly choked on the beer she had been drinking. ❝ I— Uh, well.. He had to check on Abel tonight; I told him I could watch him for him but he said no. ❞
Ope took a drag and blew it out just as quickly, ❝I wouldn't take that too personally. If we both use our imaginations, we could see why he's taking his time with that. ❞ He couldn't help but crack a smile, ❝Unless you're planning on telling Hap a few things to speed up that process.❞
She shook her head with an innocent smile. ❝ The less my brother knows about my sex or personal life the better. ❞ Kinsley smirked, rolling her emerald hues with a grin as she took a drag off the joint, taking the smoke in her lungs.
❝ I ain't tellin' him shit. Not yet. ❞
Ope let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head, ❝ I wouldn't wanna know either, but since Jax is my best friend and unfortunately for me I walked in that one time, I know...❞ His nose crinkled lightly in brief disgust. ❝ All I know is, I don't wanna be there when he finds out. Then again, I kinda do. ❞
A small huff escaped Kinsley's lips. ❝ That was your fault, you should've knocked. . .❞ She said with a coy smirk, as she exhaled the smoke she had forgot she was withholding.
❝ All I know, is that Jax and I better run like hell when Hap does find out. . . I'm not sure who should be more scared, Ope. . ❞ Kinsley coughed, putting out the joint she was smoking to save it for later.
❝ I did knock, but there was no answer. Furthest thing from my mind was walking in on my best friend fuckin' your throat like it was the- I thought he was asleep. ❞ He was over the thought, it was grossing him out. ❝ When Hap finds out, I think Jax will be alright. I'm pretty sure Hap loves him more than you,❞ Ope teased.
— Kinsley's sitting at the club house with a joint placed between her lips, raising an eyebrow when Opie came over towards her.
❝ Yes, fuckwad? ❞ She asked with a smirk.
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❝ Jesus Christ. I can't even sit down before you start your shit❞, he laughed, then took a seat beside her and lit up a cigarette. ❝ I'm surprised you're here and not getting your back blown out by Teller.❞
❝ Please, you couldn't handle my shit. ❞ Kinsley smirked, rolling her eyes with a hum and nearly choked on the beer she had been drinking. ❝ I— Uh, well.. He had to check on Abel tonight; I told him I could watch him for him but he said no. ❞
Ope took a drag and blew it out just as quickly, ❝I wouldn't take that too personally. If we both use our imaginations, we could see why he's taking his time with that. ❞ He couldn't help but crack a smile, ❝Unless you're planning on telling Hap a few things to speed up that process.❞
She shook her head with an innocent smile. ❝ The less my brother knows about my sex or personal life the better. ❞ Kinsley smirked, rolling her emerald hues with a grin as she took a drag off the joint, taking the smoke in her lungs.
❝ I ain't tellin' him shit. Not yet. ❞
Ope let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head, ❝ I wouldn't wanna know either, but since Jax is my best friend and unfortunately for me I walked in that one time, I know...❞ His nose crinkled lightly in brief disgust. ❝ All I know is, I don't wanna be there when he finds out. Then again, I kinda do. ❞
— Kinsley's sitting at the club house with a joint placed between her lips, raising an eyebrow when Opie came over towards her.
❝ Yes, fuckwad? ❞ She asked with a smirk.
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❝ Jesus Christ. I can't even sit down before you start your shit❞, he laughed, then took a seat beside her and lit up a cigarette. ❝ I'm surprised you're here and not getting your back blown out by Teller.❞
❝ Please, you couldn't handle my shit. ❞ Kinsley smirked, rolling her eyes with a hum and nearly choked on the beer she had been drinking. ❝ I— Uh, well.. He had to check on Abel tonight; I told him I could watch him for him but he said no. ❞
Ope took a drag and blew it out just as quickly, ❝I wouldn't take that too personally. If we both use our imaginations, we could see why he's taking his time with that. ❞ He couldn't help but crack a smile, ❝Unless you're planning on telling Hap a few things to speed up that process.❞
— Kinsley's sitting at the club house with a joint placed between her lips, raising an eyebrow when Opie came over towards her.
❝ Yes, fuckwad? ❞ She asked with a smirk.
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❝ Jesus Christ. I can't even sit down before you start your shit❞, he laughed, then took a seat beside her and lit up a cigarette. ❝ I'm surprised you're here and not getting your back blown out by Teller.❞
"There is a house in Charming Town"
TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ginger had been seeing some idiot from southern Cali. His name was Jake. He thought he was better than everyone and had a drinking problem. Ginger had developed one herself since she and Opies split.
Gin was sitting behind her bar at Spencer's. Day drinking when in walked some guy she had dated on and off for weeks. She poured him a drink seeing him flip the sign on the door closed. "I need to be open need the money."
Jake rolled his eyes, "Not in the mood for bikers in this place."
Ginger shrugged her shoulders with attitude, "Also not your bar! So you don't determine my clientele." An eye roll followed.
He walked over pushing ginger against the bar acting as though he was trying to be sexual pushing her against the bar using his hand but holding her throat with his hand. Gin pushed him away slightly, not in the mood. He kept pushing himself against her. "Get off of me. You're fucking high and smell like a god damned brewery." she pushed him hard.
His face snapped as he tightened his hand around Ginger's throat. He pushed the girl further against the wall. His hand at this point left an imprint on her neck. Gin grabbed a bottle from behind her head on the bar and swung it at his head and missed. It gave her just enough time to run for the safe in the back where she had a 9-millimeter pistol waiting.
She felt him grab her and throw her on the ground before he climbed on top of her and started pounding her in the face. She tried to shielf her face resulting in him hitting her in the abdomen and other areas.
She was able to get her leg up just enough to kick him in the balls before running for the door this time and unlocking it with her bleeding palm. Running for her bike she climbed on glad the keys were still in the ignition and hauled off toward the club house.
She looked like a war victim. Parking her bike outside of teller morrow she got off. Blood still covering her face and body. Adrenaline had taken over but was slowly wearing off as she searched the room for familiar faces. "I'm looking for Opie Winston?" She said to the girl behind the bar. "Tell him his ex-wife needs him it's urgent"
It was a long fucking night for the club. What was supposed to be a regular night of doing a protection run for Unser, turned into a shit storm of raining bullets and a hard on for retaliation. Ope and the guys were lucky enough to make it out alive due to being outnumbered, but the same couldn't be said for Unser's driver.
Goddamn Mayans.
So much for the reassurance and pact with Alvarez declaring there was no more beef between the clubs. But that was alright, things had been quiet for a while anyway. It was only a matter of time before SAMCRO was back to painting Cali with their favorite shade of Mexi-red, especially since Juice got hit and a prospect got ran off the road. Luckily for Juice it was only a flesh wound, but the prospect broke a leg and dislocated his shoulder. Aside from that, everyone was whole.
When the crew got back to the clubhouse, Tara was waiting to check on the injured. Time and time again she came through for the club. They were lucky to have her, but at times it was hard for Ope to be around when she was there. It brought up memories of how much of a good time he would have with his ex when they would hang around at the clubhouse or at Jax and Tara's. That is, before it all went to shit.
Once it was known that the guys would be alright, and after a hell of a lot of drinks, Opie went to his room to throw himself on his bed. Before he knew it he sank into the depths of sleep.
All of a sudden he was awakened by someone pounding against his door. As he groggily pushed himself up, the door swung open and there stood Heather, "Opie, I'm so sorry, but you need to get out here now".
"What the hell is going on?" He asked in frustration as he got up.
"She said she's your ex. It looks like someone fucked her up, badly."
Her words barely processed before he bolted out the door. When Opie reached the bar he froze for a moment in shock at the sight of her bloodied face. Ginger might've been his ex-wife and things had ended horribly between them, but he never laid a hand on her. That was something he would never do no matter how angry he got.
As the flames of rage roared through him, there was just enough pain cemented in his chest to keep him silent. Opie approached her with fury and sadness filled in his eyes, then he brought up a hand to carefully place his finger beneath her chin to examine her face.
"Heather, get me the kit and some ice. Now!" He demanded without peeling his eyes from Ginger, "Who the hell did this to you?"
Gins face was written with pain and blood. A sight that was few and far between. Ginger was a fighter a lot like Gemma in a sense. She didn’t like being seen in a moment of weakness but somehow in the adrenaline of things she had landed herself back on the club house steps like a scared lost school girl.
Her voice was shakey & lower than her usual confident and cocky self, “Sorry I….” She paused the room had started to spin slightly. She wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline wearing off or if she could have a possible concussion from the crashing of her skull on the concrete floor of her bar.
She took a deep breathe collecting her thoughts and looking up at her ex husband. Anytime she had anxiety in the past he was the one who could bring her back to the normal world. “The guy I was seeing… he went fucking crazy & beat the shit out of me. I wasn’t in the mood to have sex and next thing I knew I was being tackled on the bar floor.” A pause in her racing voice came. “I ran for my bike and the only place I could think of coming was here. I needed to feel safe.” Jax had told Ginger just recently in his annoying way, “He will always be your safety net. Even when you aren’t willing to admit it” she had told him he was wrong but in this moment she realized he wasn’t.
As he towered over the red head, he was still in disbelief it was actually her. The Gin that he had known, married, and divorced was a force to be reckoned with. Ope would never say it aloud, but there were moments when he would be slightly unnerved when it came to how angry she would get. There were moments he secretly believed Ginger was a long-lost daughter of Gemma's with all that flare, so seeing her in the state she was in had overwhelmed him in the worst way.
Opie swallowed hard when she began to speak. Her voice wasn't even the same. What happened to her wasn't just a physical assault, he could see it was also a mental and emotional one. To be able to break a spirit such as hers, the guy must have done a number on her and it made Ope want to go on a rampage. The more Gin had explained, the more his stomach turned, and his fury rose. He felt sick.
"Jesus Christ..." he muttered.
He carefully grazed his thumb along her jawline as a way to apologize for what she had been through. Hearing that she was with another man, despite being split up, wasn't easy but that wasn't his focus. They weren't exactly on the best of terms, but she was his wife at one time, and the one he let get away, according to Jax. The history between Ginger and Opie didn't matter because no one, especially her, deserved to be treated in such an abhorrent way. Someone was going to pay with their life.
"You did the right thing, Gin. You'll always be safe here", Ope explained with his eyes still locked on hers.
Heather approached hurriedly with a first aid kit Tara had put together for the club and the ice Opie had asked for. Along with her came some patch members to see what the commotion was about and were alarmed at the sight before them. He could have easily told one of the ladies to take Gin and get her cleaned up while he went to handle business, but he needed more information before he could have this son of a bitch have a meeting with Mr. Mayhem.
"Come on, babe. Let's get you cleaned up". That name slipped out with ease, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting her situated.
He made sure she followed suit before leading the way to his room.
All the attention being on her made her heart sink. Usually she loved the attention on her but this very moment she wanted to run and hide. Keeping her focus on Opies facial features. She could tell he was angry the way his nose crinkled. The rage in his eyes, a rage she used to be able to calm.
Hearing him call her babe lit up something deep inside of her. She hadn’t heard those words leave his lips since before they divorced, the divorce was such an ugly mess. Her rage & his mixed it was like throwing kerosene in a fire and playing Russian roulette with a bullet. Someone was bound to get burned or shot.
She froze slightly reaching out holding onto Opie as he took her to help clean her up. Starring at him like a lost puppy, she spoke still shaken but not as badly, “I’m sorry. I know I’m the last person you wanna see on any given day. This was just always home. You…” she paused before saying what had came to mind. She was going to tell him he was always home. Instead she said, “Just thank you.”
His room, a place they had shared more than one drunken passionate night over the years. So many times since they split she had found herself just outside the Teller-Morrow lot drunk wanting to rush in like some Hollywood movie confessing her love. But instead she usually found herself with some random from her bar. The guy she’d been seeing was no different, they’d only been seeing each other a few weeks on an off. It wasn’t serious but how did she tell her ex husband she’d been sleeping around when the one she truly wanted was him.
He shook his head after her words as he led them into his room. "You don't have to thank me. You did the right thing in comin' to me and regardless of our shit, you still have family here". Usually, she would be right about him not wanting to see her, it was just a reminder of his fuck ups, but given the situation, all that fucked history didn't matter and was far from his mind.
After he shut the door behind them, Opie led her to his bed to sit on the edge then took his place beside her. It was still difficult to think about Gin being with someone else, especially given where they were and the unspeakable things they had done in the same bed they were sitting on, it was something he had to keep pushing out of his mind. There were more important things to focus on.
He opened up the first aid kit and took out some gloves and sterile wipes to properly clean the blood and potential debris from her face. If it wasn't for Tara teaching them to properly clean wounds, Ope would have probably went old school and poured some liquor on her face.
Opie carefully touched her chin and moved her head to in order to get a better look at her injuries. He still couldn't stomach what happened to her, he felt his jaw clench tightly, "Just try to stay still, ok?" The sterile wipe was removed from its packaging and he began to gently wipe the blood away from areas where he thought there were lacerations, that way he could focus on those parts first before cleaning her entire face.
"Once this is done, I'm gonna need info for this asshole, Gin. And I'm not asking", he stated directly.
He was so gentle, something when looking at her ex husband most people wouldn’t expect. The way he was doctoring her wounds reminded her of his tender side. She tried not to let her mind wander, although it was a hard task. He was after all the man that had nearly killed her with just words. None of that was important now though.
The lacerations hurt but her pride hurt more, she felt pain in her soul. Not only did a man hurt her, she had resulted in running home like a dog with their tail tucked. Opie was right though, she had family here. The only family she ever knew, her own blood never cared for her the way SAMCRO had but when they split she felt disconnected from that world. His world!
“His names Jake,” she flinched a little from pain from a wound he was tending to. “I think his last name is Davidson but we met at the bar so I don’t know for sure.” This was embarrassing telling her ex husband about the guy she barely knew that had laid his hands on her. “He’s a brunette, green eyes, shorter hair than yours, smaller body build than you.” She hadn’t even realized she had her phone in her pocket. She pulled it out.
A few clicks of buttons on the phone and she showed Opie a photo. “Him.” Just seeing the picture of him made her stomach turn. She’d been shot at, beat by her father, and destroyed by people she loved but this…. This was different he took her self esteem. “Here’s his phone number too.” She handed her phone to Opie. “I don’t think he’ll answer me though.”
As he cleaned off the blood to expose where her injuries actually were, Ope listened to her not only explain who the piece of shit was, but how much opposite he was in comparison. He opened a new packaging of wipes when Gin passed over her phone to show him a photo. The sight of this Jake guy only infuriated Opie more, causing his expression to switch to disgust as his nose wrinkled in anger, "He doesn't need to answer. All I need is a location. I'll have Juice use his number to track him and I'll handle it."
After touching her phone, he needed to get new gloves and wipes to continue working on her. It was pointless, but Tara made it a point to drill into their heads about keeping shit clean when dealing with wounds, especially after Tig got some nasty ass infection. It was like a goddamn medical boot camp. That was the last time he ever wanted to deal with her in that sort of environment, so now he does shit by the book when it comes to injuries, for the most part.
"Gin," he paused a beat, having a harder time than he thought to say what he wanted, "I'm sorry it took... this shit to happen... for us to sit down without yellin' and... throwin' shit around." Opie went back to carefully cleaning her up, then found the lacerations that needing tending to. He went for the more pronounced one first while attempting to keep composure, but there was one burning question that continued to rampantly run throughout his thoughts.
"Did- Jax know anything about this guy?
“It’s not to late to throw things.” She was trying to lighten the mood. She knew how upset this had made them. They may not be together but Opie had always been protective in nature. Hearing him say he’d take care of it brought back feelings that she wasn’t sure how to handle. The way he was being caring and tending to her wounds only further complicated things with bringing up old feelings. She had to quickly push back under the surface.
Her face turned almost pale when he asked if Jax knew things about him. She was silent for a few moments before speaking. “He…. Was there the night I met him. Vetted him out, said he seemed cool enough.” She paused again. “We’ll his exact words were he’s not your soul mate but he’s not a serial killer.” Her stomach had turned repeating her best friends words. Of course Jax had no way of knowing this could or would have happened but still it was haunting. Further more, it didn’t prove well for how Opie was going to react to what she was saying.
Her eyes wandered around the room taking in the familiar view. “This place was always my safe haven.” A small tear fell down her cheek. She wasn’t sure if it was from being here with him and missing the old days or if it was from the physical pain she felt from the attack. “I’m sorry to, you know.” A small sigh escaped her bruised lips, “I’m not saying this to change anything, just I should’ve fought harder.”
Her playful comment got half a smile out of him, but there was nothing good about it. Opie might have been protective to those he cared for, yet as he looked back at how things turned out with Ginger it made him feel like he was a real piece of shit. Instead of being a man and talking with his wife about what he was dealing with, he decided to build a road of distance that only destroyed them. At the time it may have been his goal, but seeing her pummeled made the guilt sink like a concrete block.
Opie kept quiet, wanting to hear everything she had to say regarding Jax's involvement or lack thereof. It might've not been his business anymore, or his responsibility, but Ope still wanted his ex to be okay and it was up to Jax to make sure of that especially since she was his other best friend. There was so much Opie wanted to say, a lot of remarks that could essentially place some blame at Jax's feet, but he didn't want to put more shit on Gin after everything that she'd been through with what happened. It took every bit of him to keep it to himself.
As he saw the tear fall along her wounded face, Opie stopped what he was doing and gently wiped it away. He shook his head at her words of accepting blame, causing the guilt to submerge even deeper within his gut,
"No. It's on me, baby," he confessed, then fell silent to finish patching her up. Once he was done, he managed to pull his thoughts together to finally say what needed to be said. "You were my wife. Instead of talking, instead of getting my shit situated, I ── flipped a goddamn switch, froze you out," Ope sighed heavily, "I shouldn't have had to make you fight harder."
HARRY “OPIE” WINSTON (Sons of Anarchy)
The outlaw had mercy. You remember that the next time you try to twist the truth to kill one of us
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Ginger had been seeing some idiot from southern Cali. His name was Jake. He thought he was better than everyone and had a drinking problem. Ginger had developed one herself since she and Opies split.
Gin was sitting behind her bar at Spencer's. Day drinking when in walked some guy she had dated on and off for weeks. She poured him a drink seeing him flip the sign on the door closed. "I need to be open need the money."
Jake rolled his eyes, "Not in the mood for bikers in this place."
Ginger shrugged her shoulders with attitude, "Also not your bar! So you don't determine my clientele." An eye roll followed.
He walked over pushing ginger against the bar acting as though he was trying to be sexual pushing her against the bar using his hand but holding her throat with his hand. Gin pushed him away slightly, not in the mood. He kept pushing himself against her. "Get off of me. You're fucking high and smell like a god damned brewery." she pushed him hard.
His face snapped as he tightened his hand around Ginger's throat. He pushed the girl further against the wall. His hand at this point left an imprint on her neck. Gin grabbed a bottle from behind her head on the bar and swung it at his head and missed. It gave her just enough time to run for the safe in the back where she had a 9-millimeter pistol waiting.
She felt him grab her and throw her on the ground before he climbed on top of her and started pounding her in the face. She tried to shielf her face resulting in him hitting her in the abdomen and other areas.
She was able to get her leg up just enough to kick him in the balls before running for the door this time and unlocking it with her bleeding palm. Running for her bike she climbed on glad the keys were still in the ignition and hauled off toward the club house.
She looked like a war victim. Parking her bike outside of teller morrow she got off. Blood still covering her face and body. Adrenaline had taken over but was slowly wearing off as she searched the room for familiar faces. "I'm looking for Opie Winston?" She said to the girl behind the bar. "Tell him his ex-wife needs him it's urgent"
It was a long fucking night for the club. What was supposed to be a regular night of doing a protection run for Unser, turned into a shit storm of raining bullets and a hard on for retaliation. Ope and the guys were lucky enough to make it out alive due to being outnumbered, but the same couldn't be said for Unser's driver.
Goddamn Mayans.
So much for the reassurance and pact with Alvarez declaring there was no more beef between the clubs. But that was alright, things had been quiet for a while anyway. It was only a matter of time before SAMCRO was back to painting Cali with their favorite shade of Mexi-red, especially since Juice got hit and a prospect got ran off the road. Luckily for Juice it was only a flesh wound, but the prospect broke a leg and dislocated his shoulder. Aside from that, everyone was whole.
When the crew got back to the clubhouse, Tara was waiting to check on the injured. Time and time again she came through for the club. They were lucky to have her, but at times it was hard for Ope to be around when she was there. It brought up memories of how much of a good time he would have with his ex when they would hang around at the clubhouse or at Jax and Tara's. That is, before it all went to shit.
Once it was known that the guys would be alright, and after a hell of a lot of drinks, Opie went to his room to throw himself on his bed. Before he knew it he sank into the depths of sleep.
All of a sudden he was awakened by someone pounding against his door. As he groggily pushed himself up, the door swung open and there stood Heather, "Opie, I'm so sorry, but you need to get out here now".
"What the hell is going on?" He asked in frustration as he got up.
"She said she's your ex. It looks like someone fucked her up, badly."
Her words barely processed before he bolted out the door. When Opie reached the bar he froze for a moment in shock at the sight of her bloodied face. Ginger might've been his ex-wife and things had ended horribly between them, but he never laid a hand on her. That was something he would never do no matter how angry he got.
As the flames of rage roared through him, there was just enough pain cemented in his chest to keep him silent. Opie approached her with fury and sadness filled in his eyes, then he brought up a hand to carefully place his finger beneath her chin to examine her face.
"Heather, get me the kit and some ice. Now!" He demanded without peeling his eyes from Ginger, "Who the hell did this to you?"
Gins face was written with pain and blood. A sight that was few and far between. Ginger was a fighter a lot like Gemma in a sense. She didn’t like being seen in a moment of weakness but somehow in the adrenaline of things she had landed herself back on the club house steps like a scared lost school girl.
Her voice was shakey & lower than her usual confident and cocky self, “Sorry I….” She paused the room had started to spin slightly. She wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline wearing off or if she could have a possible concussion from the crashing of her skull on the concrete floor of her bar.
She took a deep breathe collecting her thoughts and looking up at her ex husband. Anytime she had anxiety in the past he was the one who could bring her back to the normal world. “The guy I was seeing… he went fucking crazy & beat the shit out of me. I wasn’t in the mood to have sex and next thing I knew I was being tackled on the bar floor.” A pause in her racing voice came. “I ran for my bike and the only place I could think of coming was here. I needed to feel safe.” Jax had told Ginger just recently in his annoying way, “He will always be your safety net. Even when you aren’t willing to admit it” she had told him he was wrong but in this moment she realized he wasn’t.
As he towered over the red head, he was still in disbelief it was actually her. The Gin that he had known, married, and divorced was a force to be reckoned with. Ope would never say it aloud, but there were moments when he would be slightly unnerved when it came to how angry she would get. There were moments he secretly believed Ginger was a long-lost daughter of Gemma's with all that flare, so seeing her in the state she was in had overwhelmed him in the worst way.
Opie swallowed hard when she began to speak. Her voice wasn't even the same. What happened to her wasn't just a physical assault, he could see it was also a mental and emotional one. To be able to break a spirit such as hers, the guy must have done a number on her and it made Ope want to go on a rampage. The more Gin had explained, the more his stomach turned, and his fury rose. He felt sick.
"Jesus Christ..." he muttered.
He carefully grazed his thumb along her jawline as a way to apologize for what she had been through. Hearing that she was with another man, despite being split up, wasn't easy but that wasn't his focus. They weren't exactly on the best of terms, but she was his wife at one time, and the one he let get away, according to Jax. The history between Ginger and Opie didn't matter because no one, especially her, deserved to be treated in such an abhorrent way. Someone was going to pay with their life.
"You did the right thing, Gin. You'll always be safe here", Ope explained with his eyes still locked on hers.
Heather approached hurriedly with a first aid kit Tara had put together for the club and the ice Opie had asked for. Along with her came some patch members to see what the commotion was about and were alarmed at the sight before them. He could have easily told one of the ladies to take Gin and get her cleaned up while he went to handle business, but he needed more information before he could have this son of a bitch have a meeting with Mr. Mayhem.
"Come on, babe. Let's get you cleaned up". That name slipped out with ease, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting her situated.
He made sure she followed suit before leading the way to his room.
All the attention being on her made her heart sink. Usually she loved the attention on her but this very moment she wanted to run and hide. Keeping her focus on Opies facial features. She could tell he was angry the way his nose crinkled. The rage in his eyes, a rage she used to be able to calm.
Hearing him call her babe lit up something deep inside of her. She hadn’t heard those words leave his lips since before they divorced, the divorce was such an ugly mess. Her rage & his mixed it was like throwing kerosene in a fire and playing Russian roulette with a bullet. Someone was bound to get burned or shot.
She froze slightly reaching out holding onto Opie as he took her to help clean her up. Starring at him like a lost puppy, she spoke still shaken but not as badly, “I’m sorry. I know I’m the last person you wanna see on any given day. This was just always home. You…” she paused before saying what had came to mind. She was going to tell him he was always home. Instead she said, “Just thank you.”
His room, a place they had shared more than one drunken passionate night over the years. So many times since they split she had found herself just outside the Teller-Morrow lot drunk wanting to rush in like some Hollywood movie confessing her love. But instead she usually found herself with some random from her bar. The guy she’d been seeing was no different, they’d only been seeing each other a few weeks on an off. It wasn’t serious but how did she tell her ex husband she’d been sleeping around when the one she truly wanted was him.
He shook his head after her words as he led them into his room. "You don't have to thank me. You did the right thing in comin' to me and regardless of our shit, you still have family here". Usually, she would be right about him not wanting to see her, it was just a reminder of his fuck ups, but given the situation, all that fucked history didn't matter and was far from his mind.
After he shut the door behind them, Opie led her to his bed to sit on the edge then took his place beside her. It was still difficult to think about Gin being with someone else, especially given where they were and the unspeakable things they had done in the same bed they were sitting on, it was something he had to keep pushing out of his mind. There were more important things to focus on.
He opened up the first aid kit and took out some gloves and sterile wipes to properly clean the blood and potential debris from her face. If it wasn't for Tara teaching them to properly clean wounds, Ope would have probably went old school and poured some liquor on her face.
Opie carefully touched her chin and moved her head to in order to get a better look at her injuries. He still couldn't stomach what happened to her, he felt his jaw clench tightly, "Just try to stay still, ok?" The sterile wipe was removed from its packaging and he began to gently wipe the blood away from areas where he thought there were lacerations, that way he could focus on those parts first before cleaning her entire face.
"Once this is done, I'm gonna need info for this asshole, Gin. And I'm not asking", he stated directly.
He was so gentle, something when looking at her ex husband most people wouldn’t expect. The way he was doctoring her wounds reminded her of his tender side. She tried not to let her mind wander, although it was a hard task. He was after all the man that had nearly killed her with just words. None of that was important now though.
The lacerations hurt but her pride hurt more, she felt pain in her soul. Not only did a man hurt her, she had resulted in running home like a dog with their tail tucked. Opie was right though, she had family here. The only family she ever knew, her own blood never cared for her the way SAMCRO had but when they split she felt disconnected from that world. His world!
“His names Jake,” she flinched a little from pain from a wound he was tending to. “I think his last name is Davidson but we met at the bar so I don’t know for sure.” This was embarrassing telling her ex husband about the guy she barely knew that had laid his hands on her. “He’s a brunette, green eyes, shorter hair than yours, smaller body build than you.” She hadn’t even realized she had her phone in her pocket. She pulled it out.
A few clicks of buttons on the phone and she showed Opie a photo. “Him.” Just seeing the picture of him made her stomach turn. She’d been shot at, beat by her father, and destroyed by people she loved but this…. This was different he took her self esteem. “Here’s his phone number too.” She handed her phone to Opie. “I don’t think he’ll answer me though.”
As he cleaned off the blood to expose where her injuries actually were, Ope listened to her not only explain who the piece of shit was, but how much opposite he was in comparison. He opened a new packaging of wipes when Gin passed over her phone to show him a photo. The sight of this Jake guy only infuriated Opie more, causing his expression to switch to disgust as his nose wrinkled in anger, "He doesn't need to answer. All I need is a location. I'll have Juice use his number to track him and I'll handle it."
After touching her phone, he needed to get new gloves and wipes to continue working on her. It was pointless, but Tara made it a point to drill into their heads about keeping shit clean when dealing with wounds, especially after Tig got some nasty ass infection. It was like a goddamn medical boot camp. That was the last time he ever wanted to deal with her in that sort of environment, so now he does shit by the book when it comes to injuries, for the most part.
"Gin," he paused a beat, having a harder time than he thought to say what he wanted, "I'm sorry it took... this shit to happen... for us to sit down without yellin' and... throwin' shit around." Opie went back to carefully cleaning her up, then found the lacerations that needing tending to. He went for the more pronounced one first while attempting to keep composure, but there was one burning question that continued to rampantly run throughout his thoughts.
"Did- Jax know anything about this guy?
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