When Macy arrived at the clubhouse she was on a mission and that mission was cash. She waved at Bobby, an innocent smile on her face, as he pointed to chapel doors. She knocked, expecting Tig to answer which he did, and stepped in reverently. Macy could be petulant and problematic generally, but she respected nothing as much as the Reaper.

"How much do you need?" Clay asked, already knowing she was there for money.

"Just some for my phone bill, some pocket money," she said sheepishly.

Clay was already counting twenties before she even answered. "Don't tell your mother," he said, handing the money over to her.

"Thank you, Daddy," Macy said with a flutter of her lashes.

She spun on her heel and hurried out of the clubhouse with a wad of cash in her hands. When she stepped outside, sliding her sunglasses down over her eyes, she saw Gemma's SUV slowing to a stop by TM.

"Shit," Macy hissed. "Hey Ma."

"What's that?" Gemma asked with suspicion.

"My allowance," she grinned.

"Don't you work?"

"I'm sorry, but the senior citizen's tips at Hanna's don't exactly pay for the comfortable lifestyle I'm accustomed to." Macy smirked a little. "Hey, you raised me, you got no one to blame but yourself," she said with a shrug.

"I should have sent her back to the moss covered shit hole she came from," Gemma grumbled to Jax as he greeted her.

"She's got more of you in her than I do," Jax teased.

"Guess we have proof it's nurture over nature then," she huffed. "How are you, baby?"

"Good," Jax said cheerfully. "What are you doing here?"

"Oil change," she said, pointing to Half-Sack. "Was looking for Piney too. You seen him or Ope?"

Jax shook his head. "Opie just left," he said, "With Macy."

"Little slut," Gemma huffed.

"Hey," Jax said defensively.

"I wish she'd settle down," Gemma complained.

He looked at her with exasperation. "She's better than I was at 22."

"You weren't exactly the poster child for a well behaved young adult," she said. "Can you talk to her?"

"Me?" He laughed. "I can try, I guess." Lowering his voice, Jax turned serious for a moment. "You gotta remember Ma, it ain't her fault."

Spiteful, she looked at Jax and shook her head. "She looks like him. Every damn time I look at her, I see him."

Jax hung his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "But she's not his. She's yours and Clay's."

Gemma nodded and kissed Jax on the cheek. "You're still my favorite," she said with a devilish grin.

"We all know that," he laughed. "Come on, lets see who knows where that old man is."

Macy and Opie sped away from the clubhouse out to a nearby park with towering willow trees and a shallow lake. It was quiet, a late afternoon mid-week visit guaranteed it.

"You know they think we're banging, right?" She asked as they sat at the base of a tree, Opie rolling a joint for them to share.

He looked up at her with an embarrassed smile. "Who said that?"

She arched her eyebrow. "You think if you saw me riding off with Tig after a nasty break up you wouldn't make the same jokes?"

"Jokes," he reminded her. "They're just trying to bust Jax's balls, Mace."

"He hasn't mentioned it so it's not working," she laughed. "What do you think my dad would say?"

"Clay?" Opie scoffed. "I don't know, don't wanna find out."

"Ouch," she pouted.

Bringing the joint to his lips he burned off the tip before taking a long hit and, with a cheeky grin, handed it off to her.

"I didn't forget," he said without exhaling.

She looked at him over the top of her sunglasses and rolled her eyes. Mm-hmm," she said as she hit the joint.

"Donna came by," he said suddenly.

"Where?" Macy asked, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"My place, she had a bunch of my shit," he explained.

Macy grimaced. "Yikes. Sounds like a blast."

"Everything is with her," he grumbled.

"She is kind of an uptight bitch but gotta give props for dipping before you guys got married," Macy said without hesitation. "I know it sounds shitty but come on, better before than after. How many old ladies just agree then realize they can't handle it?"

"A lot," he nodded.

Macy nodded. "You still feeling it?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "It's lonely. Jax has Wendy and-" he stopped as Macy laughed loudly.

"No. Dude. Jax and Wendy are the fakest couple ever."

"Still a couple," he shrugged. "You still dating that piece of shit?"

"I wouldn't call it dating," she said casually, "But yeah."

"I didn't tell Jax, Mace, but I don't like that guy. I saw him at Lumpy's, he's a fucking douchebag."

Macy rolled her eyes. "Good thing you're not fucking him, huh?"

"You know, if you brought him around they'd stop saying shit about us," he told her.

"No, he's an asshole," she laughed. "Plus, I live for the rumors."

"You're a child," he teased her. "Maybe you wouldn't get so much shit from your mom if you got your own place."

Her eyes popped. "Oh yeah, cause I can afford rent, on my own."

"Donna moved out," he snapped his fingers and looked at her. "Can you afford half?"

"What are you paying a month?" She looked at him, her interest piqued.

"About 12," he shrugged. "Why don't you look for a better job?"

"Alright," she got up, "This is getting really not fun."

"Come on," he groaned.

"I already have a brother, Ope," she huffed.

He clambered to his feet and followed her. "You're being a brat," he told her. "I'm trying to help you out."

"I'm fine."

He grabbed her wrist and turned her around to look at him. "Are you? Really?"

"I'm good," she sighed, "Really. I am."

"Come on," he huffed, pulling her in for a hug. "I really need a roommate now that Donna's out."

"So you helping me is me helping you too?"

"Basically," he said, releasing her from his grip.

"Fine, you got a deal." She moved toward his bike with him right behind her. "Can I get the master bedroom?"

"Get the fuck outta here," he laughed heartily. "I'm gonna be paying half your rent and your utilities anyway, freeloader."

"You're the best," she beamed, kissing his cheek as she got on behind him. "Now take me to Lumpy's, I'm meeting the douchebag."

Opie headed back in that direction but pulled over a few blocks from the gym. He glanced over his shoulder at her.

"You being careful with this asshole?" He asked her with concern.

"I am," she gave him a squeeze, "I promise."

"And you really wanna get outta Jax's? Start paying rent like a goddamn adult?" He added with a teasing smirk.

Macy jumped off the back of his bike and nodded. "Yeah, Jax's place is a shit hole and I am not cleaning up after Wendy all the fucking time." Becoming serious for a moment she kissed his cheek. "I appreciate it, Ope. Guess I do have to uh, you know, get my shit together."

Opie grinned and nodded. "First, last, and security by the end of the week or the deals off."

Rolling her eyes, Macy started walking down the street toward Lumpy's. She flipped him two middle fingers and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Here's your first, last, and security," she teased.

When Opie returned to the clubhouse he caught a look from Jax. Macy was right about the jokes. No one had said anything to him about spending more and more time with her but it seemed like Jax was about to.

"Hey brother," he said casually.

"Where's my sister?"

"I dropped her at Lumpy's," he explained.

Jax looked at him for a second. "Anything going on?"

"No," he said firmly. "She's actually banging some boxer asshole."

With a heavy groan, Jax shook his head. "A boxer?" He asked with distaste. "Great."

"Yeah, looks like a real douchebag."

Jax paused for a moment, "I'm gonna get Juice to look into him. You know his name?"

"Dominic," Opie grumbled. "Don't know his last name."

"You could find out, right?" Jax asked with a devious smirk.

"She didn't even want you to know he existed," Opie told Jax. "Don't throw me under the goddamn bus."

Jax nodded. "They're at Lumpy's?"

"That's where I left her," he shrugged.

"Alright, I'm gonna find this guy and save you from her," Jax teased as he headed toward his bike.

"Jax," Opie called out after him. "I asked Mace to move in with me."

Hesitating, Jax thought it over. "To get her out of my place?"

"And help pay my goddamn mortgage."

Jax smiled and nodded. "And now I don't have to play babysitter for Gem."

Opie and Jax shook hands. "Good talk," Opie laughed.

Jax left the lot, rolling by Lumpy's, and saw his sister through the window. He pulled over and strolled in, clocking her in the corner watching two men spar in the ring. There was a smile on her face, she looked calm and happy, and Jax suddenly wasn't as concerned.

"Hey Lump," Jax said, greeting older gentleman warmly.

"Jax," Lumpy said with a big smile. "What can I do for you?"

"Boxer," he gestured toward the ring. "Dominic something. You know his last name?

"Russo," Lumpy said quickly. "Not a bad kid, cocky," he said with disapproval.

Jax nodded. "Where's he from?"

"Bronx, Brooklyn, Boston," he said with uncertainty. "Somewhere on the east coast."

"Thanks," he said with a smile. "Everything good here?"

"We're good, we're good," he said positively.

"You need anything, let us know," he said on his way toward the door. "Hey Mace," Jax called out to his sister.

Macy looked up and rolled her eyes. "Hey," she slowly got up and dragged herself over toward him. "What's up?"

"Checking on Lump," Jax said with a shrug. "Heard you're moving into Ope's."

"Yeah," she smiled. "I think I leaned into the whole shit kid thing too hard. Mom makes it so easy to be irresponsible cause it makes her so mad."

He nodded. "Don't waste your time on her. Prove her wrong," he winked. "Besides, we all know you're not really an asshole."

"I just play one on TV," she winked. "You good with it? Me living at Ope's?"

"Yeah," he said confidently. "I think it'll be good for both of you. Ope doesn't need a foreclosure right now."

Macy laughed and nodded. "Yeah, and I need to get away from you and Wendy."

"I need to get away from Wendy," he laughed heartily.

"You're not moving in with me and Opie," Macy joked.

Jax nodded and laughed. "Alright, kid, I'll see you." He left the gym and immediately called Juice, he wanted everything there was to know about Dominic Russo and he Jax knew Juice could do it for him.

That evening, Macy was at Dom's apartment, playfully shadow boxing with him in her underwear. It started innocently enough, quickly turning to foreplay but ended as far from innocent as possible.

"That all you got?" Dominic asked, slapping one of her hands as she swung.

His taunting only made her try harder and soon Macy landed a punch. She gasped, stepping back, and quickly apologized but he didn't care how sorry she was. Dominic snarled and backhanded her, sending her off the bed and onto the hardwood floor of his bedroom.

"Shit," she whimpered.

Dom glared at her, looking as if he were in a trance, before shaking his head quickly and huffing.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered. "Are you okay?"

Macy nodded and, gripping the edge of the bureau, pulled herself back into her feet. "What the fuck, Dom?"

"I just, uh, it was force of habit," he said apologetically. "I get hit and I just hit back. It's instinct or some shit."

"I'm gonna go," she said as she started gathering herclothes.

Dom grabbed her hand and yanked her shirt from her fingers. "Please stay. I'm sorry." Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth he kissed her cheek. "I didn't mean it. I'll make it up to you."

"Okay," she whinnied. "I'll stay."

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