All Bets Are Off Now

[daytona]

Name of Thread: All Bets Are Off
Characters Involved in Thread: Gemma Clay and daytona
IC Month Thread Occured: Early July
Brief Description of Thread: A basic fight between Gemma And Daytona all because Gemma found some of Daytona's Underwear in her house. Plus Daytona had been sleepin with clay

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The day had been very busy for Daytona. She was working on remodeling Seth's house. It definatly needed it. The whole upstairs had not been touched yet. But Daytona needed to take a break. So she decided to go to the salon and get her hair and nails done. Daytona also wanted to look good for Clay. Although she hadn't heard Gemma was back in town yet. Which could lead to big problems for her very soon.

Daytona finished at the salon and was ready to head to the club. Getting into her new cherry red 2010 Shelby GT Mustang that Seth bought her. She drove off to the clubhouse. Now when she pulled up. He mind thought shit when she seen Gemma's car. Maybe this wasn't the best place for her. But she wasn't scared to deal with this situation. Daytona knew it was coming sooner or later.

She parked her car and got out wearing her daisy duke short, a SAMCRO tank top, and her tennis shoes. Daytona was trying to stay as far as she could from the office. So she stayed near the clubhouse. Although she was no safer there. Walking over to the boxing ring. She watched a prospect and one of the fully patched guys fight it out. Daytona seen Gemma coming out of the office.

Man what was she going to do. There were all sorts of weapons for her to use on Daytona. Daytona slipped inside the clubhouse and acted like she was their doing her job. Which was pouring drinks and cleaning the bar up. Daytona said a small prayer as she heard the door open to the club house. Daytona was ready to jump out of her skin because it might be Gemma it might not be. But all Daytona knew that the bets were off.

[gtm]

Gemma watched out the window as the little blonde tart pulled up in her car. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she muttered something under her breath along the lines of bitch. Her eyes followed as she headed towards the ring and into the club house.

Opening the office door she headed in the direction Day was heading. She knew Clay couldn't take care of herself but she knew better to blame it solely on him. Day was strong willed but she was different from the other crow eaters. From the look of it she had just gotten back from the salon which meant she was trying to either cute for Clay or her husband, Seth. Most likely it was for Clay because no one but Gage, Jess, Rosie, and Clay knew she was back.

She opened the door to the club house and looked at the prospects that were in there. She didn't utter anything to them as her eyes narrowed for a moment. When Day turned around Gemma smiled warmly at Day. She was going to play dumb for a moment and see if one of the prospects or Day tells her about Clay.

" 'Bout time someone did their job around here. Was beginning to think I was the only one who cleaned up around here."

She moved around picking up a few things here and there just waiting for the right moment in which someone made the stupid mistake of mentioning something to her. For now she would watch as Day was nervous. There were only a few who dared trample on the toes of Queen bee and today Day just happened to be one of those idiots.

Gemma looked at the prospect as he stood up and got out of her way quickly only to then help her clean up a tad bit after her comment. Indeed this was going to be interesting as her eyes scanned the room for something that would be useful as a weapon. She eyed a skateboard on the floor but decided against it. Too much blood inside the club house. The boys did enough of that when they fought each other. On the other hand it would give the pretty little bimbo a nice black eye in which would be a reminder not to fuck with her family and to stay away from Clay.

[daytona]

Daytona sighed as Gemma came in. A prospect was hanging around. He made a signal she was wearing her rings still. Of course Day didn't want Gemma to know this news yet. Daytona had only told a few people. So while Gemma had her back turned Daytona slipped her rings into her pocket. "The work would have been done sooner. But I was in Vegas for vacation" She said being polite.

Day finished washing the glasses. She looked at Gemma picking up a few things. Daytona had not realized what a mess this place was. It seemed that Daytona and Gemma really the only ones really cleaning the place up. Daytona let out a sigh as washed down the bar and made sure it was stocked. Eying Gemma she kept doing what she was suppose to. There was definitely some tension between these two. They never were going to be friends mainly because no matter what Gemma did Daytona was still gonna fuck Clay.

Hell Daytona knew Gemma would kill for her husband if she had to. But that didn't scare her. Knowing that her and Clay had shared something while Gemma was away was worth it to Daytona. She was a gutsy little crow eater. Daytona knew that she was a younger one but there was telling what she was thinking. There was no telling why clay picked her as his favorite. But she wasn't going to let the club or Clay down no matter what gemma thought.

[gtm]

On vacation huh? Yeah sure, ok. That was the whole ordeal. Day was hiding something and Gemma knew it, she could smell it. She wasn't going to push the matter further as of right now. She had more important matters to worry about other than what a sweet butt was doing on vacation, instead she just made a remark.

"Must be nice to be on vacation."

If she was on vacation it made her wonder how long the underwear had been sitting in her bed room. Well it wasn't the only thing she wondered about. Clay did need someone to help him as far as cooking and cleaning, if it was left up to him he would cook beans in the can on top of the stove and that would have been a bad, bad fiasco. Though it did make her wonder if she took care of him the way Gemma did. If Day gave him his medicine in his hands to keep him riding and care for him when he needed it the most. Probably not. The stupid cunt was only worried about one part of her husband and that was his cock.

She watched her a few moments as her back turned and something slipped out of her pocket, something shiny. Gemma peered down only to catch a glimpse of a wedding set. She had watched as the prospect was trying to get Daytona's attention but failed. She watched as Chubby was growing uneasy as he spotted Gemma's eyes. He made his way down the hall as he was going towards the bathroom.

Gemma followed him for a moment as he hurried along. She didn't care if he went into the bathroom. She locked the door behind them as he grew nervous. He was fearful of Gemma which right now he damn well better be. She smiled warmly at him.

"Don't be nervous, darlin' just wanna have a little chat is all."

"I...I'm not n..nervous," she watched as he stuttered over his words. She smiled as she grabbed him by the balls roughly. "You either tell me the deal on the little blonde tart out there or I'm gonna have your balls for dinner, you understand?"

She watched as he tried to scream but held it in and shook his head and kept repeating over and over again that he didn't know nothing. She shook her head at him telling him it was the wrong answer and continued to tell him how she caught him signaling to her. Squeezing harder he finally agreed to tell her.

"Day...got married, that's why she was in Vegas...that's all I know Gemma I swear."

"Hmm, are you sure about that?"

She let his balls go and glared at him. The boy was scared enough to shit his own pants and thought about the damage Gemma could cause, "You know if I find out your lying, the damage caused will be greater than the damage I'm giving you now."

"Clay's tappin' that tart. It's been going on for weeks now. She's been in your house since the day you left. I swear to God Gemma that's all I know."

Gemma reached over and patted his shoulder as the words, "Yeah," came out of her mouth. Unlocking the door she stepped out leaving the prospect alone in his thoughts. Smoothing her shirt out she headed out into the bar area where now no one was around except for her and Day. She picked up a beer bottle from the side of the bar and came behind Day.

"Stupid bitch."

Slinging the bottle at her head she let the glass break as she waited for Day to turn around, no skateboard, no weapon just her fists. She was going to just have a little talk with Day. She went to grab her arm in hopes to pin her against the wall. If she did then the conversation they would be having would be fun.

She wanted to beat the girl black and blue but it was a bad idea. If Clay found out he would be furious that Gemma messed up his play toy but hell she didn't care. It wasn't her pussy he was sticking his dick in. She hated that fact, she didn't understand it slightly.

Yes, she was getting older and her body was certainly catching up to her as the early signs of menopause were hitting her causing her walls to dry slightly. It only made sex between them less difficult and less enjoyable for the both of them but to go to a whorish little tart that could be carrying any disease known to man. Now that was a different story all together.

[daytona]

Daytona had no idea her ring set slipped out. Cubby was trying to get her attention but she was to busy watching Gemma. When Chubby left day seen her ring set and picked it up again. She slipped it into her bra and kept cleaning waiting for Hell to break loose now. Chubby knew a lot about Clay and Her. If he slipped it surely Day was a dead woman.

Daytona kept her ears peeled. She heard the sound of heels headed her way. Then a beer bottle just missing her head " Whoa....You need to calm yourself Gemma. It's not my fault your hubby craves a little younger meat. So you need to check yourself on that." She said feeling Gemma grab her arm. That is when Daytona pushed Gemma off her.

Daytona knew she could die for this. But she felt threatened and needed to protect her. Maybe that is why Clay chose her. Maybe it was because she was a younger Gemma. But Daytona didn't care his reasonings. All she carried about was not laying down to Gemma. " I know your a little ticked off that your walls are drying and he needs a little juice to get going. But you don't need to take it out on me. Look at yourself before you put your hands on me again." Daytona said with an attitude.

She knew Gemma was a fighter as was she. So Daytona knew not to turn her back to her. So she got in Gemma's face ready to fight. Not caring what came her way. Someone needed to step to the head bitch. But Daytona was not going to give up sleeping with Clay just because his old lady said so. Crow eaters didn't work that way. Although they needed to respect the wives some didn't. Daytona was in the crowd that didn't respect all wives.

She did respect some but Gemma was one she found little respect for. Daytona was a different breed of crow eater all in her own world. But this was one time she knew what was going to have to be done. The young crow eater fighting the old lady was in her future and Daytona didn't give a damn.

[gtm]

The bottle had missed her and day had shoved her off of her. The mouth of hers was going to get her into trouble. She didn't care what type of fucking crow eater she was. This was her family and her business. It was time someone put the little whore in her place. She wasn't going to back down from this just because the uneducated whore had said some 'big ol' mean things.' She reached out for her and missed again but came back with a left hook hopefully connecting with that pretty little eye of hers.

"You think you have what it takes to be Clay's ol' lady? You have no fucking clue what it takes. Shaking that pretty little ass of yours will only get you so far."

She chuckled as she made a comment about her walls drying up and how she couldn't help it that he needed a little younger pussy. Yeah, he needed pussy alright but when she was done with this little cum dumpster he wouldn't be needing pussy anymore.

"What's the matter, darling? Couldn't become his ol' lady so opted for a cop? Must have been one glamorous hallway for him to keep returning. Surprised his cock didn't get lost along the way back."

She stood there for a moment with her hands on her hips. She had some respect for the strippers that passed by but this bitch took the cake. She had the nerve to even think about taking her place. She knew that if this got out of hand and she got hurt it wasn't going to be good for Daytona. Her eyes stared down the bimbo looking for weak spots. She had found a few but Gemma wondered if they would be enough.

"Listen here, poptart, just because you have a bad gig of dancing around in circles for old men to jerk off to doesn't mean you can stick your hand in my candy jar. Stay. Away. From. My. Family."

The words were simple enough and she didn't think that it was enough to get through to her. The closer Day got to her the more angry she got. When she was finally nose to nose with Gemma, she shoved her back putting some distance between them.

Her fists went in swinging as she hoped to get a few shots in and thankfully if Day threw out some of her own she would be able to dodge them. This was a fight that many of the members would miss but it was also a fight in which needed to happen. Crow eater vs. Momma hen is what the head title would read if it had been a real match inside of the ring.

As of right now she would have to handle this her own way. Day's taunts and threats would only get her so far. Gemma knew she would throw up a fight and most likely the out come would both of them be beaten and tattered and no real winner. She knew that Day would never leave Clay alone. She would have to tell him of this. This crow eater bitch had to be taken out. If it wasn't by the club she was going to do it.

[daytona]

Daytona did dodge a few of Gemma's hits. This day was coming for her and she knew it. Most of the other crow eaters and people that knew Gemma hated her for what she was doing. But Day only did was she was suppose. Which was keep the president happy when Gemma wasn't around. Now hearing the comments about her new husband and needing to stay away from Clay. That was just making her more upset.

"Bring what ever threats you want and tell all your little friends bring it. Because you and I know I am here to make sure Clay is Happy when your not around." Daytona said grabbing for Gemma to lay a nice hard swing on her. But she couldn't grip. More fist were being thrown. Each dodging a few. There was no stopping these two.

Now a few prospect and members dipped out. Probably to go tell Clay about the fight. But Daytona didn't care. This fight was personal for each woman in there own way. " It doesn't matter why I married the Cop. All that matter right now is either you put up or shut up Gemma. You talk all you want but talking is done. Let fight it like women." Daytona said standing ready to throw a few more punches.

This is a fight a lot of people were wanting to see. Daytona was ready for whatever came her way. This fight may not be clean but it was going to be a brawl. Gemma and Daytona both play dirty when they need to. Daytona popped her knuckles waiting for the queen of charming to make her next move because day was done talking. It was put up or shut up time now in the club house.

[gtm]

Day did manage to get a few hit in almost close to busting her nose but Gemma had been around the block enough times to keep that from happening. She had landed a few of her own, one in the eye that would leave a bruise. She stopped for a moment while she prattled on about how her job was to keep the president happy. Bull shit. Her job was to keep the club house clean and to keep the others happy not her husband.

She knew that if this fight escalated that more of the females that hung around their group would come in fist a blazing only because they wanted to protect Gemma. She was like a mother to many of them and to some she was nothing more than the ol' lady of Clay Morrow.

"You got it, bitch."

She wasn't blind as the rest of the club house emptied to run and tell Clay about the fight and in honesty she didn't fucking care at this moment. She would take what she needed from this blonde bimbo before he even had a chance to separate them. Gemma charged hard at Day causing them both to fall to the ground. Getting a few punches on either side they were knocking each other silly. She had slammed Day's head on the ground and Day had turned around doing the same, she tried kicking her off of her but it failed.

Rolling Day on her back she let the carnage unfold until they were either separated or until one of them was dead. Hopefully, it would be her dead. A few of the prospects stayed behind in fear of what Gemma would do if they ran off and told Clay of the fight and some of them was just enjoying the big ol' cat fight.

Chubby on the other hand was already outside heading towards Clay, the poor fat bastard was nearly out of breath as he tried to relay the message, "Clay.........fight.........in........club........house........Gemma........Daytona.........bloody." The poor boy grabbed a hold of the wall for he felt like he was going to blow his cookies all over the parking lot. It was what he wanted was to be a part of this club but the question in his mind after Gemma had attacked him and after this whole mess was if he could handle it or not.

Meanwhile back in the club house after a few slaps were exchanged Gemma yelled, "Stupid whore. You can NEVER take my place." She was kicked in the stomach and knocked back a few feet before they were back on the ground wrestling again.

[claymorrow]

He'd had half a mind to tell Chubby to go away he wasn't in the mood for one of his stories or the ass kissing that he normally for from the kid though he stopped short and listened too him. Throwing the wrench down that he had been using to work on the bike, Clay headed inside and then stopped. For a moment he stopped and had to look, Gemme still had a lot of fight left in her and from the looks of it Daytona was on the loosing end of things. Muttering to himself Clay shook his head before he reached down grabbing the back of Gemma's pants before he lifted her up.

"ENOUGH." He was fuming, firstly Gemma didn't need to be rolling around on the floor like that, he still worried about things and secondly he didn't want a mass of girls coming in there and getting in the middle of it. This was bad enough already. "What in the hell is going on here, have you lost your damn mind," He wasn't yelling at Gemma, no he was glaring at Daytona as he spoke. There was one line that you didn't cross with Clay Morrow and this was it. You could do what you wanted to him but you didn't screw with his wife. "Do you think this is some kind of game?"

Putting Gemma behind him, because well if they still wanted to fight they were going to have to do that around him Clay folded his arms over his chest before he shook his head. He was still glare, his face had tightened, and he was one step from breaking into a fullfledged yell. In fact that sounded pretty good to him actually.

"You know you knew from the beginning I was never going to leave her, you knew all you were was a cheap trick to do when Gemma was gone. I also warned you that this day better never come or what would happen to you if it did." He started, his voice rising till thier was a healthy crop of patched members coming out to see what was going on at this point. Pointing toward Gemma he looked back at Daytona. "Why the hell would I make some bleach blonde bimbo anything more than a place to stick my dick when my wife is gone, when I have my wife to go home too. See she's a classy lady and your just something that she steps on when she's out in town."

He knew where he was going with this and the more it rolled out of his mouth he really didn't care all that much either. It was there and he wasn't stopping himself.

"Maybe you should take lessons from my wife on how to be a wife, until then get the hell out of my clubhouse. I don't have time for your childish petty ass bullshit and I sure as hell don't have time to hold your damn hand and make sure that you don't screw up. Go home to your bastard husband." Turning and ignoring Daytona now, Clay was looking Gemma over to make sure that she was alright. She appeared to be a little roughed up but otherwise fine for the most part. "Come on let's go in the office, guess it's my turn to take care of you."

[gtm]

Gemma felt a hand reach down and grasp her by the back of her pants, she was pulled away from Daytona with such force. She at first thought it was one of the prospects and if that was the case she was going to knock his god damn lights out but instead it was Clay's. She watched as he stood in front of them and refused to move to let either of them back at each other. Now he had came to play the loving husband, ironic.

He watched as his voice rose and the anger bursting from it. She let him have his little spill before he turned towards her. He didn't honestly want him to touch her right now. Granted he did take up for her but she was still hurt and still upset with the way things had gone. Daytona may have fucked up this much was true but to be so harsh on her? Gemma could stand for that. Right now the sight of both of them made her sick to her stomach.

She headed down towards the bathroom to get away from them both, stopping she looked at John's bike as it sat in the hall. She missed him but she loved Clay more than she ever could John. Touching the seat of the bike she realized she needed out of the club house and into the air.

When Clay reached for her, she pushed his hand away and headed out the door away from him. She was blocked by some of the patched members standing in the door way, "If you know what's good for you, I would move." Many of them did a few of them looked concerned not only for her but for Day as well. Gemma went into the office and slammed the door behind her. Falling back into the chair she forced back the tears in which were threatening to fall from her face.

Lighting up a smoke it would only be a matter of time before Clay would come to the office looking for her trying to explain himself. She was pissed, no pissed wasn't the word. She was highly ticked off to the point of ripping his nuts off and making them into Christmas ornaments on the tree. It would crude and rough true but after all of this it was the least he deserved at this moment.

[daytona]

As clay yelled at her. She thought of the man she had waiting for her at home. She didn't care what Clay said at this point. Still sitting on the ground hold her ribs she looked like she was about to cry. But she was gonna be a fighter till the end. Using a bar stool to help her stand up she let her anger fly at clay . " I don't give a damn... I knew you wouldn't leave her but you know what I was only trying to be her for you while she was away. But I guess that wasn't gonna be good enough." Daytona said as she walked closer to Clay.

She ripped the SAMCRO top and put it in his hand. She didn't care that she was going to drive home in her bra. Daytona wanted nothing to do with SAMCRO or the sons anymore. " You know what I am done. I am done with all. I made sure you were happy while she was gone. I made sure i didn't touch another member. I made sure that everything was clean and taken care of. But you know what I see now that it wasn't worth it one little bit" She said a bit calmly.

Pulling her rings out of her bra she placed them back on her ring finger. Daytona then flicked Clay. " Fuck you and this club...I am done being your crow eater...and don't worry i'll cover the tattoos." She said standing there hoping clay would lay a hand on her. Daytona didn't know his ethics but she knew she deserved it.

[claymorrow]

It was a hard decision, throw his hands up and walk away out of frustration and anger or go in there and face the fact that he had screwed himself up the ass. Neither option was tempting to Clay and he really didn't want to find himself staring down his wife and having her rip something off he might want later on, well he would deffinately want later on when she wasn't fuming and furious with him too. Muttering something under his breath he finally started toward the office. He wasn't about to beg and grovel, well not while there were two many eyes and ears around to hear him talking, he would wait until they were home. Granted even home wasn't alone anymore with the sudden influx of people staying there.

The night before he had gone into his kitchen to find Gage sitting there reading a book, firstly he hadn't known the little shit could read much less a book like that and secondly he didn't recall her being there. He'd asked, he'd been told, and Clay had let it go but it didn't make for a place that he could discuss this without someone hearing things. It was like flipping a coin, have his balls jerked off by his wife in front of the guys or at home where the guys were certain to find out. Might as well do it were they could see it face to face instead of hearing it from someone else. Pulling the door to the office open he closed it behind him before he dropped down into the chair and looked over.

"Before you rip my nuts off and put them on the mantle or do something unsavory with them, I want you to hear my side of things," Clay started trying to get keep his voice down so that he wasn't going to have Tig riding his ass later about things. "Yes I slept with her while you were gone, but no it's not like that. I wasn't trying to replace you Gemma and you know that, I just get lonely. She was there and it was easy, doesn't mean she's you or that she would ever take your place. You should know that by now." He finished.

Leaning back in the chair he waited, knowing either way this wasn't going to go the way he wanted it to go and there was no way that he was going to walk away without a tounge lashing and hell Clay thought he deserved one.

[gtm]

"Before you rip my nuts off and put them on the mantle or do something unsavory with them, I want you to hear my side of things."

She was seething with anger as she listened to what he had to say. She didn't feel like she was being replaced it was more along the lines of she felt like she was being ripped to shreds only because the love her life had slept with another woman. She couldn't stand the thought of him in some other woman's arms let alone inside of another woman.

It was bad enough that she was in her house but most of all she was a fuckin' crow eater. Gemma hated them more than anything and Clay knew that. Slowly she got up shut the other door to the office and shut the blinds. She was going to rip him a new asshole as she turned around tears were in her eyes but she would never let him see her cry. Not over this.

"I know more than what I should Clay but what lame ass excuse are you going to give me? Huh?" Her voice was close to exploding but she was trying to keep it tame, it didn't last long. She let her hand slide from it's place and planted across his face.

"You let a slut inside MY home. The home you moved into after John died. The home I let you come into to help raise my son in. The home we made ours together. Yet, all you could fuckin' think about was getting your dick wet. How do you think I would feel, Clarence?"

It was a rare time in when Gemma used his full first name. It was either when she was extremely pissed at him or extremely scared. She was seething with anger beyond words and just didn't know how to express it. She could throw things at him, hit him, but none of it would compare to the pain she was feeling right now.

"Seriously Clay do you think I'm that stupid?"

She couldn't hold back the tears any longer as they fell softly down her cheeks. She hated him for making her like this and yet she loved him more than anyone else in this world other than her son.

[claymorrow]

He knew he was in trouble when she called him Clarence, forget the slap to the face that he had gotten, no that was enough to tell him that if he didn't read carefully he could loose the one thing he held near and dear to him. Taking a deep breath he looked over at Gemma as he thought about what he wanted to say since after all when you had the threat of being removed from your nuts and seeing them on occassion when you passed through the living room it made you stop and think a bit more than you normally would have.

"Yes I slept with her, no I did not sleep with her in our house. During the time that you think I was Gemma I wasn't even here I was in the Indian Hills trying to make sure that Jury didn't have any more problems that what he already did. Want proof as Jax where the hell I was because he was with me, I left Tig here in charge of things and took Mirko and Raylan to the Hills with me." Alright so he had sent the two large bikers ahead of him to survey the damages but still they had gone and they had been there which was enough for Clay. "It never happened when you were home, not once, only when you were gone." Did that make it sound better, Clay doubted it but he was trying to be as honest as he could with her.

He wanted to reach out and pull her into his chest when he noticed the tears but he didn't, not because he was being cold hearted but because he knew he had been the one to cause it and it wasn't as if he could go and shoot himself. Well alright he could have but he didn't plan on doing so though this did lead him to another line of thought but it was one best left unspoken until the current events were squared away.

"No I don't think your stupid but I think I might be," Clay finally said before he shook his ehad pulling a cigarette out of the pack on the desk before he offered one to Gemma.