Chibs Telford x Reader x Esai Alvarez
(GIF isn’t mine)
“Hey mama,” a voice lifted you from your focus on your paperwork to the door of your office at TM. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his light brown eyes sparkling and a smile that made butterflies dance in your stomach.
“Hey,” you smiled, getting up from your seat as he sauntered in to give you a peck on the cheek.
“I was just passing through, wanted to see if you wanted to get some lunch?” he took your hands in his and looked down at you. He didn’t tower over you, just a couple inches taller, but you still had to look up to catch his gaze.
A sad smile glinted across your face and you looked over your shoulder at the mounds of paperwork that were piled on your desk. The repo business was booming lately and you had to put in long hours to keep up.
“I’m sorry, Esai, but I have lots to do,” you pouted and he smiled, “It’s okay mama, I know I dropped in on short notice.”
He let your hands loose and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand coming to rest against your neck as he leaned in and kissed you once more, “I’ll call you, and we can make plans, yeah?”
He took a half-step back from you.
Your eyes fluttered as you stared back at him, “O-okay,” you smiled and he grinned back at you.
“Walk me to my bike?” he asked, his eyebrows raised as he held out his hand for you to take.
Chibs was sitting in the garage alone, watching as you and Esai walked across the lot back to his motorcycle. He scoffed as he stood, walking to stand against the bay door as he cleaned his hands off with a shop rag.
You had only been back in Charming for a month, the truce between SAMCRO and the Mayans hadn’t been in effect for two weeks, and yet Marcus Alvarez’s son swooped in and swept you off your feet. It didn’t matter to Chibs whether beefs were settled with the Mexicans or not. Soon enough there would be more issues that would tear you between loyalties, or worse, your connection to two MCs would put an even bigger target on your back.
Chibs didn’t trust young Alvarez to keep (Y/N) safe.
He didn’t trust anyone to keep you safe except SAMCRO.
You were walking back up when you noticed Chibs glaring at Esai from within the garage.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, stepping up to the garage door and looking up at the Scot.
“Aye,” he responded dryly, turning around and chucking his rag across the garage as he walked back over to the Chevy Nova he was working on.
“Chibs,” you began, walking to where he was leaned over the engine of the old car, “I’ve known you for like, my whole life. I know when you’re pissed,” you spoke coolly, not wanting to push too hard in case it was none of your business.
“Why d'ye bring the Mayan aroun’ here?” he bit out, not looking up from the car in front of him.
Your eyes widened, “Is there something going on with the MC and the Mayans again?” you asked worriedly.
“Nae. I just don’ want him sniffin’ around,“ Chibs growled as he finally looked up at you, “Ye shouldn’t be seein him, (Y/N).”
You were shocked, this whole attitude and conversation was out of the ordinary for Chibs. He had been your best bud when you were younger, playing your games and laughing with you. Yeah you had been away for a few months, traveling before you settled down into the adult world, getting a job and working for a living, but you never expected his demeanor to change so much within such a short time.
When you left he was your best friend, now that you were back he either acted like he couldnt be bothered with you, or that you were somehow a kid that needed to be looked after.
You weren’t normally one to cause a scene, but as you and he were the only people in the garage area, you decided to get things off your chest.
“What happened to you?” you spat, disgust in your tone.
“What?” he asked back, standing straight and facing you with his arms folded across his chest.
“I leave and we are in good terms, I come back and all of a sudden you’re acting like you don’t know me, or I’m a child. My head is spinning! I can’t keep up with these moods of yours.”
You let out an exasperated sigh.
“Ye know what,” he began, “I’m jus lookin’ out for yer best interest. An’ it ain’t with tha’ Mayan!”
You rolled your eyes, what had gotten into him?
“Chibs! JAX said it was okay. I asked him before I ever said yes to Esai to make sure it wouldn’t cause any problems. If your VP, my TWIN brother, is okay with me getting to know Alvarez better, then who are you to say otherwise?”
“I don’t give a shite what Jax says. I said ye shouldn’t be seein him, (Y/N), much less lettin him come around here!”
You growled with frustration, your hands balled up into fists as your eyes shot daggers at the Scotsman in front of you.
“John Teller died eighteen years ago Filip Telford. You are NOT my Daddy.” You were fuming.
Silence filled the garage.
“Aye,” Chibs huffed after a long pause, “I gotta get back to work,” his tone was ice cold, so much so, that it actually hurt you to hear it.
“Hey!” you spat, reaching out and grabbing his arm as he walked away from you, yanking at his limb with all your strength, just barely turning Chibs around to face you. He didn’t speak, his jaw twitching as he glared down at you. You gulped, suddenly aware that the man in front of you was dangerous and regretting your harshness towards him. You cleared your throat, looking up at him and speaking, this time more softly.
“Why are you acting this way, Chibs?” you pleaded with the one person you truly considered a friend.
“Drop it, lass,” he sighed, shaking his head and looking down, unable to maintain eye contact.
You stepped closer, “Chibby…” your voice was just a whisper and he winced when you reached out to take his hand, “…talk to me.”
He mumbled something to himself that you couldnt comprehend before he took a deep breath and looked up at you, fire in his eyes as he did.
[To Be Continued…]