Letting out a breath, she pulled her navy blue peacoat on to effectively cover her bandage and keep her warm. The air was heavy and Maeve couldn't wait to get Abel back into Jax's hands, she didn't want to deal with this mess. Kellan had fucked it up, even though he had good intentions, and now everyone was paying for it. Making her way across the lot to the apartment the Charming Sons were staying in, she waved lightly to Maureen who was walking the same way as her.
"Ya talkin' ta the Sons as well?" Maeve asked her best friend, giving the blonde woman a small smile.
"I think Keith left a good address ta Jimmy or Donny's house." Maeve looked at the piece of paper in her hand. "'ere, you know Jimmy and Donny more than I did." Maeve looked at the address and felt a smile curl at her lips.
"Donny's." She stated. "I stayed there for a small amount of time when me parents had died. I was one of the few who knew."
"Well come along, let's tell 'em." Maureen let her hold the note as they climbed the steps to the place. Knocking on the door, Maureen looked back to see a few SAMBEL members roaming around. Her eyes caught Seamus Ryan who was watching her from afar. She gave him a nod, letting him know she'd go talk to him later. Maeve had found solace in Seamus after her attack, despite having Keith and Maureen to help. Seamus was the one Keith put as her guard when she was at the hospital, and they found out that they had more in common than they knew. Of course, they hadn't talked since her attack, but she would catch him watching her often. The door flung open to reveal Jax, who had a hard look. Maureen entered first and Jax gave Maeve a nod, his eyes trailing down to her arm.
"All fixed up. Don't let anyone know." She quietly told the man. The two walked into the dark home to see all of the Sons sitting in the living room.
"Keith liked ta empty his pockets on me dresser. Found this, thought it could help." Maureen pointed to the note Maeve held. She handed Clay the crumpled piece of paper, her eyes catching his. "Maeve confirms tha' it's Donny's home."
"Are you certain?" Clay asked wearily but with confidence. He still didn't trust Maeve, which was understandable. She was IRA and foreign to him. With Keith and Liam bailing out and helping Jimmy O out, everyone was weary of anyone who was IRA involved.
"I stayed there a few years ago. Minor incident and needed a safe place ta stay. Donny's house isn't known by many except myself, Jimmy, the Kings and some other members. I confirm tha' it is his, I know it." Maeve told the older man, her eyes not wavering from his. "I'd be careful though, Jimmy loves ta stay there when he needs ta. He'll rip ya apart if ya show one weak spot." She knew from experience and gave the man a nod.
"We can handle him." Clay told her, his voice hard.
"I hope so." There was an open silence in the room as the two stared each other down. Clay knew that Maeve was more knowledgeable about the IRA than he was, despite him being older. Backing down a little bit, he handed Maureen a patch, one that said 'First Nine' on it.
"Think you should have it." He muttered and Maureen nodded, rubbing a thumb over the worn patch.
"Thank you." She nodded and made her exit, leaving Maeve with the others. When she was out of the home, she looked at Jax.
"We should go soon, the nuns will be back." She told the biker, her hands in her pockets. "I'll navigate there and help with gettin' Abel back."
"Thanks. Let's go." He slid his reaper jacket on and waved her towards the door.
"I'm coming." Gemma jumped up.
"No, ma." Jax protested.
"I'm going."
"Let her go, Jax." Clay ordered his step-son. "Please don't kill anyone." He gave him a knowing look that made Maeve smirk. The three of them gathered their things, bringing along Opie as support. Maeve and Gemma got into a van and led the way to the missionary, the men following behind on their bikes. It wasn't a long ride, but Gemma didn't speak, her face hard and stoic. Maeve wasn't going to bother her either. She knew better. She had heard stories that Gemma Teller-Morrow was a tough bitch, one you didn't want to mess with, and that made sense. She was the Queen Bee of SAMCRO. She was married to the current president, and she had been married to the previous one also. It made her the unspoken biker Queen, she had reign over practically everything in Charming, including her boys and the croweaters.
The group pulled into the parking lot of the missionary and Maeve was worried. She knew Kellan had helped picked out the family Abel would be given to, but she didn't know when. Jax was the first one in, checking the bassinets for his baby. There was no sign of him and Maeve already knew what Kellan had lied about. He didn't tell them that Abel already had been adopted. Everything was shite now.
"Where's my son?" He asked the nun.
"Father Ashby said you'd be 'ere. Please, take a seat." The nun, Miriam, said.
"Where is my son!?" Jax asked louder, his voice threatening.
"He was given to a family two days ago."
"What family? Where is he now?"
"I don't 'ave that information." She explained, shaking her head. "An independent mediator protects everyone's anonymity." Bullshit.
"Tell me where my son is!" He screamed, which caused the other babies to start crying.
"If they took Abel two days ago, Kellan knew." Opie added and Jax rounded on Maeve.
"You knew!" He grabbed her shoulder, shaking her.
"The fuck ya talkin' about, ya piece of shite!? Would I lead ya on and make ya think Abel was 'ere if I knew where he actually was!?" She yelled right back at the biker, not giving any emotion except disgust back. "Kellan fuckin' lied ta me. I only knew he was 'ere! Not tha' he went anywhere else… Get yer disgusting hands off of me." She spat, her eyes glowing with anger. Jax reluctantly let her go and turned back to Miriam. Maeve shoved past Gemma and Opie, making her way to the van. Slamming the door, she settled in the driver's seat to wait, knowing she couldn't leave them.
An hour later Maeve had led the group back to the clubhouse, but immediately left them to handle themselves. Gemma had apologized for Jax but didn't say anything else. Maeve had ended up telling her that it wasn't Gemma's responsibility to apologize for her son. She ended up telling the biker queen about what Jax had done last night and Gemma was furious. Maeve told her that Jax wasn't in his right mind, but he had been sorry. Her walk across the lot was quiet and she entered the club with a sigh, seeing barely anyone there except for Seamus and a few other prospects.
"V.P." She greeted Seamus with a soft smile.
"Maeve, mo cailín álainn." (my beautiful lass) Seamus held out hand, taking hers and squeezing it. "How are ya takin' all of this?"
"Good enough." She sighed. "I loved Keith like a brother, Sea, but he betrayed the club. Did ya know about it?"
"No." He said sadly. "Tha' man was me best friend but he hid tha'. I trusted him."
"Keith was a good man, he didn't do it for a malicious intent, you know that."
"Enough talk about tha', bean milis." (sweet woman) Seamus pulled her closer so she would sit next to him. "I miss ya. More than ya could imagine."
"Our talks were always nice, Sea. The ones we 'ad at the hospital."
"They were. Now come along, let's go talk." He took her hand again and led her back to the lot, making her sit on a picnic table next to him. And they sat for hours, chatting about everything they could. "We're havin' a meeting tonight. They made me the new president, Maeve."
"Do you wanna be pres, Sea?" Maeve asked with a smile even though she missed McGee.
"I do, but it'll make it seem like Keith really is dead.."
"Oh, Sea, ya know the club must go on." Maeve stood and patted his cheek before leaning in and giving his forehead a kiss. "I'll be waitin' for yer tappin' party, make sure I bartend. Ya deserve it, Seamus." He nodded and kissed her cheek before standing and pulling her into a tight embrace.
"Ya know ya will always be my lovely lass." Seamus grinned. "Ya ever need anythin', love, let me know." She nodded and left the soon-to-be president of SAMEBL to go back to her apartment. She needed to get some shit done.