Scars That Bind

By: El Chacal

Summary: Set after the events of Huang Wu. A Scottish MC VP and the Madame of an escort service in the wake of a disgruntled wife's rampage.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything except the idea for this story.


The hissing sound of her lemon marinated chicken frying on the pan was melodious and calming. Ever since Jax's wife barged into her place of business and put a beating on her, Colette began to rethink her place in the escort business.

When she first looked at herself in the mirror, she cringed at the sight of the scar on her left cheek. It seemed to mar her looks until she saw SAMCRO's VP, Jax's loyal and trusted No. 2 in the club, looking at her with a kind smile before taking her to a private room where he tended to her wound. It was more tame than those he had seen in Belfast or anywhere in California and would heal fairly well in a week or two.

"He never told me about her." Colette said with resignation at how she became 'the other woman' in a troubled marriage. "Don't 'orry, darlin'. There's many things he never told you."

"There's a whole lot that she probably didn't tell him either. It's probably why he thought to come here to my room; to lose himself."

Once he was finished, she smiled at him. "Thank you, Chibs."

He nodded briskly. As he was about to get up, he felt her hand on his arm. "Come with me. There's something I want to do for you."

At first, Chibs thought she was going to do with him what she did with Jax. Those thoughts were instantly proved wrong when she took him into the kitchen and put an apron on.

The sound of the chicken frying on the pan and the scent of lemon, black pepper and parsley filled his nostrils, thus wetting his appetite.

Before he even thought to ask it, Chibs watched as Colette took a bottle of Scottish whiskey from a secure drawer, poured two fingers into a rocks glass and placed it in front of him.

"Thanks." Chibs said as he took a sip of the whiskey.

Within a few minutes, they both dined on lemon chicken and sauteed asparagus.

"What's on your mind, Colette?"

"Tonight might very well be my retirement."

"Retirement? You just got this place opened up and you're thinking of folding up?"

"No. I'm not closing shop. I'm just not eager about being 'the other woman' again."

Colette poured herself two fingers of Scottish whiskey and raised her glass. "Sláinte".

"Slainte Mhor."

With that, the SAMCRO VP and the Diosa Del Sur Madame celebrated her last night of turning tricks.


A/n: I saw the look they gave each other and thought to give it a shot.