"Like I said, things have changed," Gemma said, pouring Dana another shot. She took it gladly, downing it, loving the burn going down her throat. "I can't believe that bitch is here. I can't believe he brought her here. I can't believe a lot of shit right now," she muttered, lighting a cigarette. "Baby girl, let it go for tonight. Tomorrow you can pound her face in for all I care. But tonight, enjoy yourself," she said, pouring her another shot.

Gemma smiled at her protégé, knowing that if she played her cards right, jealousy would rear her ugly head and she would be able to get rid of Tara- once and for all. Only issue was that Dana would go to any lengths to keep her secret from everyone. Well now it was their secret- the three of them. Dana and Jax had no idea that Gemma knew about them, but she would play them all like she was a game of chess, plan out her every move. She would only reveal herself if she had no other choice and as hard as she tried to get rid of Tara, she always failed. She's like an STD that just won't go away, Gemma thought to herself.

"After all the things we did for that little whore, she stabbed us in the back. Then she brought that fucking agent to our doorstep and now she's trying to make herself a statue in Sam Cro. What the hell is Jax thinking?" Dana asked, downing the shot. Gemma shook her head. "I don't know. I tried to talk some sense into him but ever since Abel was born he's been acting kind of sketchy. I don't know where his head is anymore."

"I need some fresh air," Dana said, getting rid of her cigarette and stumbling away towards the back door of the bar. Gemma stared after her, a sweet smile on her face. Tara tried once before to come between the bond of a mother and her son. She failed and she was definitely going to fail once again. There was no way in hell she was gonna let her manipulate Jax into turning his back on the club like she tried to do before. She would rather go to prison then to lose her only son. She would rather blackmail Dana into doing her dirty work.

Gemma watched and made mental notes. It was how she worked. It was how she managed to get away with everything she did. It was how she controlled Clay, who in turn controlled the Sons. It was through her watching and waiting that she discovered the secret Jax and Dana had been hiding for years. It was how she found out that Tara was trying to rip her family apart by bringing dead and buried secrets back to life.

It was how she discovered that Dana was pregnant.

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Clay leaned in his chair and lit his cigar. They were reunited once again. His entire team. He looked around the room at the faces he called brothers and his heart skipped a beat. Through all the bullshit and the drama, they stuck through it- never once turning their backs on each other. Sure, there were doubts, but who doesn't? In the end they all ended up right where they began. At the redwood table. In HIS chapel.

He glanced down at his hand and sighed. It wouldn't be long before he wouldn't be able to ride. It was just a matter of time before he would have to turn the gavel over to Jax and he wasn't very comfortable with that. Jax had changed right before his eyes. He was making moves that scared him. He was trying to take the club legit, but they all knew Sam Cro stayed on top because they bent the rules and played dirty. How else would they keep the club and garage afloat? How else would they be able to dominate? They were an outlaw motorcycle club, not the fucking girl scouts.

Clay thought ahead to what would happen when he would have to step down. He would then just be an old fart. He would then just be another one of them. He wouldn't have any power, any control. He would be lost. Then again, maybe not. There was still Dana. He saw her grow up. She thinks of him as a father, he hopes. She would be the ear he would whisper into, to get the club to sway his way. Although Tyler was a good asset also, he wasn't the brains of the operation. He was the monkey that did all the dirty work. He was the brawns of the operation. If there was an ass to kick, Tyler was your man. But if you needed detail and precision, Dana was the way to go.

Tyler and Dana. Those two were a pain in his ass before she got locked up and he was sure that they would be once again, now that the two of them would be vying for Jax's attention and power once again. It was like Jax had a devil on each shoulder. They were both fighting to be his right-hand man, the club's nice vice president. Clay stepped down, there was gonna be one hell of a fight. He knew that Dana would win hands down, but it wouldn't be pretty.

"Anything else that needs to be addressed before we shut down?" Clay asked, waving his gavel in the air. Tig stood up from his chair and raised his beer bottle. "Welcome home, sister. It's been a rough couple of months with everything that went down with ATF, Bobby and Opie, but maybe things will turn around now that we got a woman's touch to smooth things over." The brothers cheered and raised their bottles, toasting once again to her.

Clay slammed his gavel down and chuckled. "Let the madness begin," Juice yelled, picking up Dana and throwing her over his shoulder. The boys spilled out into the bar area and began pouring more shots. Somewhere, someone turned on the music and somehow people began filling up the place. Clay sat the redwood table alone and sighed.

Yes, let the madness begin, he thought to himself.