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Chapter 9-Well Shit

"I can't believe I got back just in time for Gemma's annual fundraiser. I thought I had the timing down to tee so that I'd show up the day after." I say talking over breakfast at my parents house.

"Well if the club can't get out of making an appearance at this picnic then you damn sure ain't". Dad says laughing.

"Ashe if Gemma heard you calling it that you'd have her 9 and ½ straight up your ass. You know how antsy she gets this time of year so she's gonna need all of our support. Especially the club, so make sure you and the rest of them are on time." She says staring dad down to which his great reply is, "Will do" but I hear him mumble "maybe not" under his breath and I'm guessing mom does to because at that moment she proceeds to slap him on the back of his head.

"Oww shit Renee that hurt did you turn your rings around?" Dad grumbles whilst rubbing the back of his head.

"Come on Harlie, we have to go setup. You riding or driving?" She says completely ignoring Dad.

"Driving, I'm just gonna leave from there once everything is over with." I tell her rinsing my plate off and setting it in the dishwasher.

"That's good cause in this family we never know when we may need extra cars what with all the emergencies. Lets go". She says placing four stacked trays in my hands and walking out the door.

I look at my dad, "Your wife".

"Your mother".

"Your doing".

"You win." We both bust out laughing when he says that and he takes the trays from me and walks out of the house. I lock the door and we all take off. Me in my mercury, mom in her SUV, and Dad on his Softail.

I follow behind mom to Charming Veterans Park where the function will be, and I'm assuming dad headed out to the clubhouse. We, me and mom, both get out and go help Aunt Gemma setup her booth. We're there for a couple hours before I notice that asshat Kyle showed up.

"Who invited that asshat Kyle"? My mother says.

"Awe mom I love you" I say cause I just can't help it. I really am her daughter not that there was any suspicion otherwise.

"I love you too baby" she replies with a smile on her face, "But seriously who invited the ass"?

"I kinda did." Aunt Gemma says sheepishly.

"Dude, what the fuck"? My mother says.

"For fucks sake it's for the kids Renee. April asked permission from the club first. She divorced his ass and stayed in town. Kyle's been warned to keep his distance."

"Yeah okay, but I've got a bad feeling about this just so you know." My mother finishes their disagreement. I can't believe that he actually came. For what he did to Opie he should be scared to even show his face around here.

"Hey whose the new guy over by the PD booth?' I ask my Aunt. Before she gets a chance to answer Tig and Bobby come up, "Hey you seen Jax"?

"He's with Ope why"?

"Boss wants us."

"You got two more hours in that booth. Jesus Christ Clay." She says just as Unser walks up.

"Sucks being Boss don't it. Hey Merc come here, I haven't seen you in five years." He says.

"Seven old man that memory already getting fuzzy on ya. You know all that fried shit is going to kill you." I reply giving him a hug.

"Really, cause the cancer's keeping me fit and healthy." He says with a wry smile.

"Hey Merc, your little girlfriend is here." Aunt Gemma sneers.

"What? Who?" My mother says confused.

"Tara and Merc made up a couple days ago."

"Listen gossips, we're on speaking terms but we won't be braiding each others hair and painting toe nails for a while." I say pointing my finger at the both of them and start towards Tara but she turns around and walks, no runs away before I get the chance.

"Whose that guy behind the grill"? Gemma asks Unser. I stick around wondering just that same thing.

He looks back, "That's our new best friend Agent Kohn, ATF."

"The fed looking into the club is grilling sausages". My mother inserts her opinion.

"Must be part of his special federal training. Good chili." Unser says walking away with said bowl of chili.

"Hey I'll be right back." I tell my mom and aunt.

"Alright hurry gonna need your help with the kids later."

I turn and break into a light jog hoping I can catch up with Tara. I run through the parking lot looking for her cutlass just as she pulls out. Shit, I really wanted to know what was going on with her. I turn around and bump into Kyle.

"Hey watch where the hell you're going dipshit". Pushing him off of me I spit in his face.

"Look you walked into me. It's good to see you Merc. How you been"? He says directing me into a corner by the park restrooms.

"Don't bullshit me. Just who do you think you are? If you know what's good for you stay the hell away from me or that crooked nose won't be the only thing I break this time."

"No need to get so hostile, I was just saying hello" He says rubbing a finger up and down my arm. I grab said finger and hand and bend it back. I've got his arm bent at an unfriendly angle and shove him against the wall.

"A few things have changed since you've been kicked out of town. Some things that didn't, my deep hatred for trash such as yourself. This is the last time I warn you. Touch me again and I'll kill you." I whisper in his ear and then kick the back of his knee so he doesn't get back up immediately. I turn around and Jax is standing there looking at us. I'm guessing by the look of hatred on his face he's seen and heard our whole conversation. He rushes towards me and picks Kyle off the floor and shoves him into the wall. Well that was redundant. Never taking his eyes off Kyle, "Leave Merc. Now! I'll talk to you later."

I could say I'm sorry about what he's going to do to Kyle but then I'd be lying. So I make my way back towards Gemma's booth and proceed to spend the rest of my day keeping a special eye on Agent Kohn. No need to worry about Kyle anymore as he's being dealt with or so I thought. I'm surprised a couple minutes later when I see Kyle reappear with minimal bruising. Whatever, if Jax doesn't deal with him then I will. Just as I'm about to go hand out plates from the booth Kyle pulls his jacket off before helping his son carry equipment. Holy shit, that stupid fucker is just begging for it. He kept his tat. I pull out my pre-paid and call Jax.

"Jax did you know that Kyle still has his" is all I can get out.

"Look we're about to do something. I gotta go." He hangs up on me. Fucker. No matter I'll just call another biker I know.

"Hey Dad, look I know you're about to do something but Kyle still has his Patch." I hurriedly say before he hangs up on me.

What! We told him to get rid of it! Are you sure Har?

"Yeah Dad, it's kinda hard to miss. Not blacked out either." I tell him.

Shit, okay um look we'll be done in an hour. I need you to setup a meeting at the clubhouse. Jax says to tell him we're interested in a new business arrangement. He'll know what you mean. Give me an hour before you tell him okay?

"Yeah Dad, be careful. Love you and tell Jax I'll kick his ass if there's ever a next time in which he hangs up on me."

I will, love you too baby girl.

I hang up and leave them to it. I can't wait I'm just itching to invite him back. I chill with my mom and aunt waiting on the fireworks show Opie's putting on. Kyles kid's band is actually pretty good. I love the cover they did of Alice Cooper, too bad he's got a prick for a dad. When the shows over I motion Kyle to follow, the creep he is always has an eye on me.

"Hey just got a call from my Dad said that they were interested in your proposal or something. Said to meet them at church special meeting." I tell him all the while getting a perverse pleasure in the fact that in a few short hours he's gonna be faced with a knife or flame torch.

"Really, okay can you tell April I'll be right back and not to worry?" He asks.

"Sure get going don't want to keep them waiting." I say as he takes off for his truck not even thinking about the high schooler he brought as his date. I turn around and run straight into Opie.

"Merc, what the hell was that?" He says pointing towards Kyle's truck that just left the parking lot.

"Retribution. You might want to go see that show. Clubhouse, I'll talk to Donna. Do you want me to tell her the truth? I think she needs to hear this."

"Truth, will you give them a ride home"? He asks.

"Was already planning on it. Get going." I say and then head back to explain things to Donna.

"Hey Donna, need to talk. Leave the kids with my mother". I tell her. I explain to her what's going on and since she had a talk with Jax she's surprisingly okay with everything. She even accepts my offer for a ride home. We walk back and wait with the kids, and my mom and aunt.

I look towards the PD booth and see that Kohn's beady little eyes are still watching us. Apparently none too pleased with what he's seeing. "Hey Ma, has he been watching the booth all day?"

"Yeah and my guess is he's pissed that he don't see none of the card carrying members of the club." She says boxing up the leftover food to take to the homeless shelter in Lodi tomorrow. I hear my phone ringing.

"Yeah" I answer.

"It's done."

"How"?

"Like a moth to a flame" is all I get and the line goes dead.

"Hey Ma let me talk to you." I explain things to her so that she can go tell April. Not because I'm scared but because she's never liked me ever since she noticed that Kyle has had a thing for high school age girls. Its not my fault but matters of the heart often don't care who they blame. Before I can get the kids rounded up Donna tells me Opie will be back to pick them up.

I go home, smoke a blunt, have a drink, and go to sleep.

I wake up in the morning and hear some banging going on around downstairs. I grab my sneakers and my gun, cock it and head downstairs. As I round the corner to the kitchen I can tell someone is trying to break into my house by the shadows I see jiggling my door knob. I stand behind the door just as its yanked open. I aim the gun for their head and close the door or at least I try too. I put my hand around the guys neck and because he's taller than me I can't see his face just yet. I see Happy walk in and asks, "What the fuck is going on?" with his hands in the air.

"This guy just broke into my house". I tell him not letting the guy go.

"Who? Juice?"

"No not Juice. This guy." I say yanking said guy back a little and then I see those stupid lightning bolts on the side of his head. I push him away, put the gun down, and slap him upside his head.

"Ow what was that for?"

"For scaring me half to death I didn't know who the fuck you were. I told you to call me before you came over here. I also remember saying for you to come by yourself! " I scream uncocking my gun and putting the safety on.

"Sorry I forgot and I just got back into town last night. You said first thing. Then when Happy asked where I was going I told him without thinking." He says sheepishly.

"And just why the hell wouldn't I be welcome." Happy says with a glare.

"What are you doing here"? I say kind of harshly.

"Answer my question."

"Answer mine, this is my house." I say starting a pot of coffee. I turn around and see he's not going to budge.

"Whatever, I just didn't want my dad, uncle, or cousin getting wind of what me and Juice got going on." I say before I even realize what that sounds like.

"Your Juice's old lady"! Happy shouts.

"Hell no! I mean he's doing something for me. Shit! This isn't coming out right I'm still sleepy. Look found a trap door in my closet and I needed the blueprints from county to see if anyone else knows about it. I told him when he got back from Indian Hills to let me know first thing. Plus it has this computer doohickey that I really don't want to mess up because I want to know what's in that room. Why are you here?" I ask before I get sidetracked.

"I brought my equipment so that I could do your tat. Only spare time I had was this morning." He replies holding up the bag he brought.

"Oh okay let me put some breakfast on, you get set up and I'll be back." I say running out the room. I put a breakfast egg casserole in the oven with veggies, and bacon. Then I put some sausage links in a pan in the oven with it and let it cook on 175 degrees.

"Okay I'm ready". I say seeing that Happy set up on the dining room table and lay down on my stomach as he gets to work. Takes him about an hour for the outline. I get up and take the food out of the oven. Whip up some blueberry pancakes and set the food out on the counter in the kitchen. I call the boys to eat.

"Juice, where have you been?" I ask while he's shoving stuff on his plate a mile high.

"Oh I was making use of your 73 inch tv in the lounge area of your home." Juice says doing a Bob Parker imitation.

"Don't do that". I say.

"How much longer you think it'll be"? I direct my question towards Happy whose shoveling food in his mouth.

"Uh probably another hour, think you can stand for it? I can't wrap you up yet and you said you wanted the tat to wrap around from the back."

"Yeah I can, you're not shading it"? I ask surprised.

"Nah, it's intricate enough to stand on its own." Alright, we finish breakfast and get started back on the tattoo as Juice goes and parks his self in front of my TV.

"Take off your pants" Happy says.

"What" I say proud of myself that I didn't blush.

"Take off your pants, you can keep your underwear on" Damn straight I will, he's not getting the goods on the first date, "You said you wanted it to dip past your waistline. I need your pants off to do that." Dear lord I hope he says that sometime in the not too distant future.

We get finished up an hour and half later because Happy couldn't resist putting in a little shading here and there. "Juice!" I shout, "I'm ready. Lets go!" I say as they follow me up the stairs. I look at Happy questioningly.

"What, I'm intrigued". He grunts with a shrug off his shoulder. I lead them into my master bedroom and then through the bathroom, where I here Juice shout, "HOLY SHIT", and I have to go drag him into my closet.

"But did you see that Merc! Your bathroom is fucking awesome. Hey, can I take a bath?"

At that me and Happy both turn around and look at him like the idiot he is. I will not even dignify that with an answer. I go to door number three on the left and pull it open. I pull the false door up and the lights turn on.

"Go head Juice, there's plenty light down there for you to see." I say and let him and Happy through while I go grab the package Emmett sent me and then follow them.

"One of my connections sent me a keypad decoder thingy. I figure you know what to do with it." I say handing it to Juice.

"Yeah it should only take a minute. Here," he says reaching into his back pocket, " is the copy of the blueprints to your house. As far as I can tell there's no dimensions unaccounted for. I also broke into the records of the building company that built this house since everything is kept on a computer now days. They didn't have anything proving that they built this or would know about it. So nobody but us and the dead previous owners of this house know about this room." He finished saying at the exact time the keypad beeps twice and the door pops open. They both stare at me.

"Okay well somebodys gotta go through it, guess I'll take the short straw." I push the door in some more and make my way through with the guys right behind me guns out. I'm pretty sure if there was something dangerous in here it'd probably be dead by now. It's another long corridor with a dark tinted door at the end. When I get close it slides open automatically.

"HOLY SHIT!" All three of us shout at the same time.

(I was gonna be cruel and leave a cliffy but I can't help myself I'm in a writing type of mood)

We look around dumbfounded because it's a big warehouse type room with weapons lining the walls and in different glass armories spread out on the floor. We all go through taking a look around. There's a glass case filled with handguns, I can see a colt 911A1 .45ACP, Ruger single six convertible, Browning high power, S&W model 29, .38 special, and a glock g17 just to name a few.

I move to the rifle weaponry and there's a Winchester 1886 45/70, AK 47, AR 15, M 15, Mauser model 98, Springfield 1908, and a Remington model 700.

"What the fuck man"? Juice says.

"The previous owners were obviously gun collectors. Some of these guns were used in WWII by Nazi soldiers. One those old pistols has a wells and fargo signature on it. My guess is that they weren't into anything like we are just had money to support their favorite hobby." I say with the guys looking at me like I'm crazy. "What?"

"How do you know that"? Happy asks with lines appearing in between his eyebrows.

"Something I picked up in the Marines." I say shrugging my shoulders. "What did you guys find"?

"Some modern technology" Happy says, as I walk over to see a wall full of .50 caliber long range sniper rifles, at least four and five SRS 308's among other stuff.

"I could have some fun with these" I mumble under my breath but I'm not quiet enough in my excitement of recent developments.

"What do you mean by that"?

"Nothing. Hey Juice! See if these newer guns have any serial numbers on them." I tell him as Happy puts a painful grip on my upper arm.

"Harlie, what do you mean by that"?

"If I tell you I'll have to tell the club." I tell him hoping he'll let it go.

"The marines" he whispers mainly to himself, "What type of shit were you into?" He says glaring straight into my eyes. Apparently doing the exact opposite of letting it go.

"Juice, do what she asked and take an inventory. Then when you get done rework the code on the keypad with a new password so we'll be able to get in without using that matrix decoder all the time. Can you handle that?" Happy asks with his hand still keeping a painful hold on me. He knows what a matrix decoder is.

"Yeah, sure." Juice says too excited to notice the exchange between me and Hap.

"Stay down here until I call for you. I'm going to call a meeting at the clubhouse about this among other things". He says directing that last bit towards me. "Come on." He grunts dragging me back upstairs.

"Wash up, get dressed, and when you get done you will be telling the club just what the hell is going on with you. I can't keep this to myself and neither can Juice, not with you being who you are. Hurry up I'm going for a smoke". He says storming out of my closet.

Well shit.

And there it is folks. Hope you liked it. I'm thinking about breaking this up into three or four stories. I'm nowhere near done so I'll see how it goes. Anyway the big reveal of what Merc's been doing all that time in SEALs comes out next chapter. Make sure you tune in.

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