A continuous of PART 1
Summary: Y/n, was the child of John and Gemma Teller, born and raised in Charming, California. The Son’s made their first move in their expansion by setting roots in Oceanside, California. You did your part like Gemma had raised you to do and help the club as best as you could without a patch. The Oceanside Charter’s President had you as a gun for hire since you were raised in the shadows of none other than Happy Lowman. When you weren’t assisting the club you were keeping busy with the Cafe you owned, the Strip Joint, and the clubhouse bar. If you weren’t working then you were with your best friend, Deran Cody. If you weren’t with Deran than you were trying to get the attention of his damn brother, Andrew Cody
Where it began…
(Prologue Pt. II)
In fear that Pope wasn’t serious about what had happened.You avoided anyone and everyone with the name Cody like the plague. Yes, even poor Daren. Best friends or not, you slept with his older brother! Isn’t there some kind of bro code to this… was this pseudo incest??? Your head was spiraling too much to concentrate. You called in Poppy to cover the cafe until you came back, and you left The Strip Joint in the hands of the assistant manager. You packed a bag and left Oceanside to Charming for about two weeks. The sons were in the middle of a deal gone bad with the Mayans and on top of it all they had the princess here having a meltdown.. over a guy no less!
Juice was literally in a panic because of how many things were actually going wrong right now. Starting from the fact, you were in the clubhouse spewing this nonsense at him about a guy. An older guy at that.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait… was it the one with spiked up hair?”
“No Juice, the curly haired one! Pay attention.”
Juice ran his hands down his face in agony. He couldn’t do this anymore so he tagged in the next victim, Tig Trager. Boy was that the wrong choice.
“Look sweetheart, if you wanted an older unstable man all you had to do was ask. I don’t bite… hard.”
”Oh my god Tig!” You huffed and walked out of the clubhouse.
“You know where to find me Princess!” Tig yelled at the closed door.
You were spiraling through every emotion possible. What do you mean Andrew Cody called you his girl? Like a friend that was a girl. Girlfriend? Fuck buddy? You screamed into the plushie pillow on your bed. You were a badass outside of this house but the moment you stepped through your room door at your parent’s house, all seriousness gets thrown out the window.
”I expected this in your teens, not your twenties. What’s wrong babe.” Gemma leaned against the door with her arms crossed.
“I don’t want to get hurt. I already know how this goes. I see it everyday with Old Ladies, crow eaters, even you mom. You can deny it all you want. I see how Tig looks at you, had looked at you all these years and you only had eyes for Clay.” Gemma sat on your bed and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.
“You have the greatest weapon a man can’t resist, babydoll. So the best advice I can give you is grab this man by the balls and claim him before some tart can. Keep him the best way any woman can.” You let out a laugh of relief. Your mom’s wild advice actually helped clear your thoughts. So much that you actually went back home a little earlier than planned. Feeling the salty breeze brush against your skin reminded you that you were home and that despite how much you loved Charming, you really hate dirt.
You were finally home. The scent of pine sol still filled the air. The lights were dimmed like you left them and you were ready to face your problem head on. You finally turned on your phone and an excessive amount of text filled your phone. Like one right after another.
“You didn’t answer your phone.”
You pulled out the gun you always carried in your waistband and pointed it at Pope who was sipping on a glass of juice from the kitchen.
”Andrew what the fuck!”
”I came looking for you here. The cafe. Even the Strip Joint, left as soon as I found out you weren’t there. So I waited here hoping you would come home.”
You just eyed the man who seemed smaller than he was. His voice was low and his eyes looked like he hadn't slept in days. You put your phone down on the counter and it was still buzzing away.
“I was scared… okay?” Pope looked up from his glass and stared at you. “I was scared that you didn’t mean what you said because I know how you feel about Catherine. Anyone with eyes can see how much you love her. It took me years… YEARS.. Andrew to even get you to notice me and it was a raunchy outfit that did it for you. I am not always sequin and glam. I am dirt, blood, sweat and batter. I am not like Catherine. I am not stringing along two guys. It’s always been you Andrew. So if you can’t see that please leave and leave me alone.”
“Catherine’s pregnant.” You froze. Was this why he was here? “Catherine’s pregnant and I didn’t care. This whole week and a half I felt like I was missing a piece of me. You weren’t answering your phone. I didn’t know where you were. ”
“Catherine was my first love because she was my Deran.” You knew exactly what he was talking about. The first person in our messed up life to treat you with kindness despite knowing who you really were. “I thought that her kindness was love but meeting you.. I knew from the moment you smiled at me that there would be no life without you in it. I want you dirty, bloody, sweaty, full of batter and all.”
The tears just started falling down your face. “This is the most you’ve ever talked to me.”
Pope walked from the kitchen to the entry way where you stood. “It’s the only way you would listen.”
He engulfed you in his arms and rested his cheek on top of your head. “You’re mine.”
And his, you were. What was once a far away dream had become a reality. You and Pope were a couple, an exclusive one at that. Janine was not happy one bit. The eldest son she had the most control of was now pussy drunk on some biker trash. (Her words not mine… lol) Pope’s clothes started filling up your closets and drawers and it went the same way at his house. This carried on for months! Pope would visit the cafe and Strip Joint, depending on where you were at that moment. Pope craved you to the point that he pulled you into the closest room and took you then and there. He kept you on your toes and you kept him on his. Nine months flew by in a blink of an eye and little Lena Blackwell was born. When you and Pope went to see little Lena, he looked like he had seen the world. Catherine just stared at the man and there you were once again looking from the outside in.
You bit your tongue the best you could. Catherine had the man, the ring and the baby and still chose to look at Pope like she expected him to wait for her. You hated that ugly feeling developing in the pit of your stomach.
“Do you still love her?” You saw Pope freeze from whatever he was doing in the back of you as you were taking off the makeup from the day at your vanity.
“No.”
You didn’t say anything back. You just continued to do what you were doing. You never brought it up again, just left it as it is. Though, Pope had a secret that might destroy the two of you. He held it in as long as he could because there wasn’t a life he could think of that didn’t have you, (Y/N) Teller, in it. It had been a moment of weakness. You were in Charming dealing with club activities that your brother needed help with. Baz was in Mexico, we all know for what… or who. Catherine was in her feelings dealing with Baz and his ever changing attitude. So she went with the next best option… just this one time. It was during a house party when Catherine made her move. Pope was drunk. It was a once in a blue moon occurrence since the man cut back on drinking due to your demands and the fact it happened when you or Baz weren’t here meant it was a sign.
Catherine felt powerful in that moment. She was riding the man who would have moved mountains for her. Pope paid attention to her changed body and kissed every inch of her. He was a little sloppy due to intoxication but she didn’t care. She loved the attention and she especially loved the feeling of being wanted. Pope was no Baz, but he felt good nonetheless. He was sluggishly thrusting in her when Pope whispered your name and Catherine’s blood went cold as he finished in the condom before pulling out of her. He was out like a light, the moment his head hit the pillow. Her release never came, guilt filled her system where her pleasure once was. What was she honestly doing??? Catherine was in Pope’s room of the house and there were pictures of you two together. She wasn’t going to lie and say she wasn’t jealous. You and Pope seemed happier than her and Baz. Even Janine at some point mentioned having you as a daughter in law didn’t seem too bad because of the life you lived. Catherine hated you. For coming into their lives, for taking Pope away from her, for welcoming their illegal activities and just having your existence here in the house. She knew this wouldn’t happen again so she laid next to Pope and just soaked up his presence. When the morning comes she’ll deal with the consequences.
Pope woke up with the world spinning. He was naked in his bed, a condom was still on his soften dick, the sky was blue and there was someone in bed with him. Before he completely shifted over he noticed those familiar brown locks. No. No. No. No. Catherine was naked under the covers. Fuck. Pope groaned as he was getting up from the bed, his whole body was aching.
“Catherine, wake up.”
The woman grumbled out words before going back to sleep. Pope just stared in disbelief. Once upon a time this would’ve made him the happiest man alive. Where the first girl he ever loved finally chose him over his adopted brother. Even Pope knew Catherine wouldn’t leave Baz. She had her claws dug into that man, maybe not enough to stop him from stepping out on her but enough to know that he came home to her.
Now he has you. You were everything he’s ever wanted. Someone who loved even the broken pieces of him. Someone who helped him through his emotions, understood his actions and needs, even helped him and his family through their illegal activities.
“I’m a gun for hire Andrew. It’s what I do but I won’t have a trail leading to the club. You can keep my cut or give it to Janine or whatever, I don’t want it. I just want you to be safe.”
Poor knew he betrayed you in the worst way possible. Despite not vocalizing how you feel about Catherine he knew you like the back of his hand. Despite loving him there would always be a part of you that won’t trust him because there was no way you let go of your first love like that. He didn’t want to tell you. He didn’t want to lose you but the longer he held the secret the more the guilt grew.
Catherine and Pope were on the same page about keeping quiet about what happened. Catherine didn’t want Baz to know and Pope didn’t want you to know. He kept his distance away from her and stuck by you like glue. He didn’t want to lose you. He loved you too much to lose you over something he had no control over. You were quick to notice that Pope started taking you more often. You teased and said he had a never ending hunger but you’d do your best to scratch that itch. He fucked you in every place imaginable at work, in his jeep, every furniture surface at home, hell even in public. He just needed to be as close as possible to you. You didn’t know the reason behind his actions but you weren’t complaining at this moment, because only Andrew Cody could fuck you this good.
You were making Lena’s birthday cake for her 3rd birthday party happening this weekend. Despite hating her mother she actually really loved the little girl. Occasionally, Catherine would need someone to watch Lena and you were quick to offer your assistance. Baz rarely lifted a hand when it came to raising Lena so Catherine was left to do everything alone. You honestly felt bad. Yes she was a bitch but she was a struggling bitch right now and that wasn’t a fair fight. So you took on taking care of Lena too. Pope was happy to have his niece around your condo but he was always quick to disappear the moment Catherine came to pick her up. You knew something happened between the two. You felt it in every fiber of your being but you refused to believe it considering you’ve been with Pope for years already. He would tell you if something happened… right?
Speaking of holding a secret. You had a secret of your own. A happy secret if you must. Lena and you had a pizza and movie night. Were you sure a three year old can have pizza… no? But it was the clearest word in her vocabulary at the moment.
“Alright Lena cakes, what do you want for dinner today?”
“Pizza! Pizza!” She giggled.
“Pizza it is, sweet girl.”
You called in the order and it was delivered to your door within twenty minutes. Lena was jumping with joy and heading to her high chair. Yes this girl knew the drill. You opened the box and the smell of the sauce made your stomach turn. You pushed through it to get a slice of piece for Lena but the urge became too strong. You barely made it to the sink before you emptied your stomach.
“Ti-Ti?”
“I’m here Lena Cakes..” you groaned in your forearm. “I’m okay. Just feeling sick.”
You rinsed yourself and washed your hands and gave Lena her little slices of pizza. She didn’t need a hangry child on top of her feeling sick. Wait….. the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. No way?
“Lena I’m going to drag you to the hall okay. Try not to jump out or anything.” You knew she didn’t completely understand but you were panicking and couldn’t think straight. You also couldn’t leave a three year old unattended and Pope was out with his family doing some heist. So out went that option.
So poor Lena was sitting in her high chair in the hall while you had the restroom door open. You were following the first rule Catherine told you, don’t take your eyes off Lena. She just never specified how. Look, you were trying okay. You were finally taking the test. The little plastic stick that would change your life forever. Every fiber of your being hoped it was positive. A miniature you or Andrew running around the house sounded like a beautiful sight . The image of your mom being excited again for a grandchild just like when everyone found out about Able. What once seemed like a far away dream was now within arms reach and you were happy for it. And sure enough, when you turned over the test in bright bold letters it said it was positive.
Though the excitement didn’t last long as Deran blew up your phone. Multiple calls and text messages were coming through and it worried you.
“Hello? Deran, what happened? Are you okay?”
“He got caught (N/N). He’s being sent to prison. W-We had a slip up in the heist and Pope took the fall.” In fact whatever happiness you felt before just completely disappeared. Deran was still filling you in on what happened through the phone but your head was somewhere else.
“Where is he?”
“Folsom State Prison.” That’s all you needed. You hung up and headed to that god forsaken place.
You’ve been there a time or two. When one of the Sons ended up behind bars for a petty crime. Luckily with the attorney you had on retainer the crimes didn’t stick longer than a year, sometimes even less if the attorney played his cards right. For that you were forever thankful for him. As you imagined, Pope wasn’t fairing well. Being stuck in the orange jumpsuit and separated by a glass wasn’t something someone dreamed about, so you understood his state. You picked up the phone and he did the same. His hazel eyes never leaving your own colored hues.
“Andrew, are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need anything?”
“I…. I need to tell you something.” The feel of dread was gnawing at your heart because you already knew whatever he had to say, it was nothing good. Your body anticipated it before you actually knew. You stayed silent but made sure you kept your attention on him.
“I held it in for as long as I could.” His voice went hoarse due to his lack of composure. “I didn’t want to lose you. I don’t know how long I’m going to be here. It’s probably the worst time to say anything but I couldn’t do it anymore.”
“Just spit it out.”
“I slept with Catherine.” Despite feeling like weight had been lifted off his shoulders, the second those words came out, Pope saw the light in your eyes die out. Your body didn’t move an inch, the phone that was connected to the wall still resting by your ear.
You were not about to cry in front of this man. Your gaze hardened and you just glared. “I’ve stood by you through everything Andrew. I supported you, I loved you. I never asked you to change. But it was always Catherine Belen for you huh… you know what Pope Fuck you. I hope she visits you in here so you can get your fucking wet fantasy filled. I’m leaving.”
Pope closed his eyes and let every sharp word stab at him. He gripped the phone that was still in his hand he held against his ear. The loud slam of the other phone could be heard even through the proxy glass. He deserved this. He wasn’t a good person and he knew he didn’t deserve you. When he opened his eyes again, he was just staring at the empty space you left. His heart was screaming in pain though his face never showed it.
“Time to go back, Cody.” The guard shouted.
Pope was hesitant to put up the phone. He didn’t want to let go of the last shred of you.
“Alright let’s go.” The guard grabbed and just about dragged him away from the seat. Little did he know that was the last time he saw you.
(I’m going to write in more detail about the timeskip)
Three years later, Joshua “J” Cody was sitting in the kitchen in the Cody Household. Deran, Craig and Baz were all at the table eating uncomfortably with the new addition. J was still getting used to living with his uncles and grandma though that itself was a hurdle that was hard to cross. In soft whispers a certain name kept popping up here and there. Curiosity got the better of the boy when he openly asked “Who is (Y/N)?”
The whole kitchen went silent and all eyes were on him. Baz shifted in his seat and coughed in his hands. Craig looked everywhere but at J. Even Janine let out a grumble or so, but Deran looked straight at his nephew with a large smirk “Oh that's a whole story right there.”
Preview of what’s to come. :) <3 Baby Cody coming soon! Congratulations you guys lol
I hope you enjoy the prologue! More to come soon!