Soa: protect the queen

SoA: protect the queen.

// <3 <3 

The king is down. 

The king is down... but the castle is still standing. 

Jax was busted for drugs and it didn't take long for the news to travel through the whole town. Charming loved gossips and it didn't miss an opportunity to ridicule the towns boogeymen. Asma noticed a change in the way people looked at them, she realized they were smirking, looking smug as of they were saying "your end is near." Which end? Which end?? She tried to give them a stinky eye, side-eyeing hard as she could not believe the way they were looking at her family. She tried to give them the finger and did it whenever a Stepford mom crossed path with her. It became tense. Quickly...

Jessica was the biggest issue for Asma. She knew her well. She knew the brunette would plaster a smile and try and keep it together for the boys but deep down her whole world would be crumbling. She was barely standing. Asma could tell. She knew Jessica enough, had seen her through a crisis, to notice when all of his was fake. A fake sense of control....a fake sense of knowing what to do next when all there was chaos... 

The king is down... protect the queen! 

Asma watched as everybody was on the verge of collapsing. They were all Trying to help. Ask whoever owed them a favor to help. They asked the Mexicans, the Russians... they even went and asked the Niners but it wasn't enough. Then Asma decided to be bolder. /She/ would ask. She would be the one to have a connection that could help Jax. Or so she thought. The pink haired lady wasn't in the biz, it wasn't /her/world. She was too innocent to eventually understand the intricacies of such a world and it showed. She went to the Niners and asked to talk to their President.  The laughs... you should have seen the laughs she got when she asked that question

 "aye shawty! Who do you think you are?" Said one who walked closer to her. 

"My brother was killed because of you assholes!" She heard herself say. They laughed harder. 

"Aawwww but we all die someday shawty. He's gone that's all. We owe you Nuthin'" 

She felt her lips tighten and she groaned. They wouldn't help, she knew that already but she wanted to do something to help anyway. Try something. Her boldness made them laugh, her curves got them thirsty and she was beautiful and defenseless so one of them smacked her denim-clad bottom and was met with a slap.

It made him laugh because her strength was nowhere to be seen. Her slap felt like a caress and it was frustrating. She clenched her teeth, irritated because they brushed off her brother's death. 

"He died for your good for nothing club!"

"And Samcro is better? Just because you suck some white dick that doesn't mean you're not one of us. That doesn't mean you're better than us."

"Get the fuck out with that!" She said curling her hands into fists and getting ready to fight. SHe stood no chance against those Guys and it showed because one of them pushed her hard, forcing her to hit the wall and another one was ready to pounce on her,  ready to kick the hell out of her body. She felt the first punches, how it cut her lips, how it made her spit blood. She felt her hair whip the air and tears roll down her face when a booming voice echoed through the room and hands pushed away from the two troublemakers. He was tall, taller than her with a pair of dreadlocks and an oversized blue shirt. 

"That's how you treat Cody's sister?? Uh? Like she's some side piece?" He smacked their faces again, visibly upset. 

Asma put her clothes back, relieved that the beating stopped and she stood up, her eyes still shooting flames as anger took over all the rest.

"Zachariah! She came here disrespecting us like she owned that joint! We wanted to teach that bitch..." 

Bam! A punch this time flew in asshole's one face.

"Her brother saved our presidents life! He was the real deal! More than any of you pussies would ever be! So get apologize to the lady!" 

They shot her a dark glare but mumbled apologies to the woman who cleaned her face with the back of her hand. 

"You gotta help me."

"Calm down Rapunzel! We ain't do no shit. Not for those samcro boys. You ride with our enemies and right now there is an opportunity to take the lead. Listen, your joint is like Switzerland. You ink any of us who want a tattoo. Out of respect for that and for your late brother, I'll let you go. I'll punish those fools an' I'll let you go." 

"I need Jax protected. I ain't asking for you to help him escape. I need him safe."

"Why?"

"My sister.... needs him alive. His family needs him alive. Whatever happens when he's out is none of your business but please... help him....."

She sounded desperate and she was. Seeing Jessica was so difficult for Asma that she took an enormous risk that night. Zachariah looked at her and walked towards the battered woman who was still bleeding from her lips and nose. He lifts her chin to have a better look at her face.

"I don't give a fuck about your sister and Jax Teller ain't shit but we got your back. We owe Cody your protection and that's about it. "

"It's not what I asked for." She groaned.

"No, it's what you get. Now you better peace out before it gets ugly."

She didn't have the choice this time and decided to lick her wounds alone, away from everything and everyone. 

The king is down, protect the queen.....

Asma returned with failure as big as the risk she took that night. She could have died that night or something worse could have happened. She knew love drove her very actions and that the desire to bring peace and tranquility to her sister was stronger than anything else. It didn't make her life better...it didn't bring the king back. And now she had to cover the bruises on her skin with makeup before Jessica saw them.

The king is down... protect

The queen.. always.