"Here we go, here we go, here we go." Emilia smiled at Tara and shrugged. "It's how I amp myself up before meetings. I used to jump up and down too but I learned a hard lesson when I did that and busted my ankle." She tapped her heels on the floor. "These kill 'em heels do not mix with jumping."
Tara nodded as she held up her foot. "Boots, fashionable and safe." She chuckled. "How much longer until she gets here?"
"Should be here soon. Sunny is no longer on the case, like for good for good this time." She nodded slowly as she checked the time on her Rolex. "Remember, you control this situation. You have something she wants. You're in control. We've gone over this hundreds of times now. You know what to ask for and how to turn the conversation around if she veers off track."
"I just want to get this over with." She rested her head against the wall and sighed. "Jax is going to hate me when he finds out what I did."
Emilia shook her head as she pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket. "Listen to me, this is about you and your boys. Do you want your boys growing up around this shit? Thinking this is the only way of life? Don't you want them to explore other things, college? Arts? I don't know, other things. I have a daughter, she's a dancer, she loves riding horses, her favorite color is rose gold, she hates asparagus and her best friend's name is Jessie." She chuckled. "She's the love of my life and it's why I spend about forty hours a week, in an overstuffed lazy boy listening to other people's problems. Sometimes you just need someone to listen to you. Judgement free zone."
"Did Jax use to talk to you like that?" Tara fiddled with the zippers on her leather jacket and sighed. "Did he open up to you?"
"Ha." She scoffed. "Uh, you know very well that he didn't do anything of that sort. He lied through his teeth. He had two separate lives and demeanors. I figured he was living the life that he wanted to live with the lie. An okay mechanic, with a GED and the hopes of one day being an author."
"Sorry that I'm running late. I had to sit in and watch ADA Vellenueva at work." Tyne smiled as she opened her office door. "After you Mrs. Teller, Miss Ibarra."
"Thank you." Tara nodded as she walked into the office, gingerly taking a seat and looking around the sparsely decorated office. "Thank you for meeting with us on such a short notice."
"No problem." Tyne took her seat and smiled at the pair. "So, please enlighten me. I'm sure you have some demands laid out in order for us to come to a deal that works for the both of us Mrs. Teller."
"I do." She unfolded a piece of paper. "I'm prepared to give you what you need but first, I want a guarantee that me and my boys will be placed somewhere that has no Sons of Anarchy charters, new names and new lives. I don't want to have to live looking over my shoulder that we'll be found. A job, any type of job, doesn't have to be in an hospital, maybe just a small doctor's office. I want a new history too, nothing that will tie my back to Charming. Can it be done? If not then no deal."
The woman nodded, taking the piece of paper and reading it over before smiling. "It can all be done, it may take a bit for the job thing but I'll have my best agents working on it Mrs. Teller. I know you'll probably want something to show proof, so I had some of my best put together these. New identities for the three of you." She laid out three passports. "We can come to an agreement on the names but that's just a mockup and background for you. You're originally from Alaska, you were adopted, so you have no ties to anyone and you moved to let's say Indiana, to raise your boys. Somewhere less corrupt than California but with a good educational system that's better than back home in the Yukon."
"Indiana would be a good place. I can't imagine there being a Sons of Anarchy, Indianapolis charter." Emilia looked the passports over and smiled. "Names aren't bad either, you look like a Margaret, Maggie for short. Your boys look like Brandon and Robert. B and Robbie." Emilia nodded. "The Morley Family."
"I don't care where we go or what our names are. I just want my boys to be safe. I want to give them a fighting chance." Tara nodded as she looked up at Tyne. "What do you want from me?"
"Anything that can put the guns in the Sons' hands, or something that'll open up RICO case. Any indiscretions that you've witnessed?" Tyne held out a pen. "Anything you can give me and I can have checked out. Do this for your boys."
"I hate to interrupt but I have to look out for Tara's best interest." Emilia nodded. "We'll give you something small, it's a token of good trust. You can trust us and we can trust you. I also need in writing that Sunshine will have no part in the three of us making and executing this deal."
"You have my word." She nodded slowly. "She won't be involved and I'll do everything in my power to make sure to get you and your boys out of town before anything goes down."
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"I made a deal." Tara looked at Jax. "Well, I want to make a deal to keep me out of jail and I want your help Jax."
"What do you mean?" Jax looked at his wife, setting his coffee mug down on the stained kitchen counter. "What do you mean you made a deal?"
She hugged herself and nodded slowly. "I-I-I spoke to the DA, I said I would make a deal in exchange for my freedom. I haven't told her anything yet or given her anything. She offered me and the boys witness protection if I turn on you Jax. I don't want that, I just want to stay out of prison. I need your help. We need to give her something. Anything."
"Tara, you didn't have to do that. I've been working on getting you off." Jax sighed as he ran his hands up and down his face. "I was going to get you off Tara."
"I had no choice. Sunny had me sitting back in jail. The trial was gonna be Friday Jax. So I spoke to Emilia and I told her I wanted to meet with Tyne. I told her what I would do and she's going to work with me. I wanted to tell you so that you could help. No secrets between us." She shook her head. "So, what can I safely give her?"
He eyed her carefully before shrugging his shoulders. "Nothing. There is nothing to give her that wouldn't put us all behind bars. Sunshine did her work, she did her research, she has shit on us that I don't even remember or know how she'd get. Like the shit she has is before Happy even turned back up in Charming. It's from when he was in Tacoma."
"So what do I do? She's expecting me to give her something!" Tara tangled her fingers in her short hair before groaning. "I need something. Anything. Even something new within the last few hours. Or what about Kohn?"
"No, no." He shook his head again. "I can't do that. I can't let you fess up to that. You'll be an accomplice. That's a big murder charge. He was a fucking fed. I'll think of something. I promise that I'll come up with something and let you know." He moved to her, pulling her into his arms before kissing her lips. "We're in this together."
SOA
"Here we are. We are here, we are gonna get out and nothing bad will happen." Sunshine looked at the clubhouse and smiled. "You are strong, you are invincible and you will conquer this and you will be the best ADA in history."
She got out of her Mercedes, fixing her skirt before bumping the door shut with her hip. Rolling her shoulders back before slipping her sunglasses on her face. Her legs carrying her closer to the entrance of the clubhouse before being blocked.
"Um, excuse me." She looked at the guy, pushing her glasses on top of her head. "You're blocking my way."
"Do I know you?" The guy eyed her carefully.
"Sure, I know everyone." She smiled. "Sunshine Vellenueva. Here to see Marcus. Are you the bodyguard. You seem too old…"
"Nero Padilla." He chuckled. "You the lawyer?"
"Assistant District Attorney." Sunny stepped around him. "Here on personal business and not official business."
"Sunny." Marcus smiled at the brunette. "You got my message."
She nodded as she took his hand. "I did get your message. I came as soon as I was out of my last few meetings." She smiled. "What can I do for you? I thought you weren't gonna ask me for favors anymore?"
He chuckled as he lead her through the building and into his office. "Not a favor. I wanted to speak to you about Esai."
She inhaled deeply as she took a seat. "I miss him. A whole lot. That was my best friend. How's his family?"
"His daughter's mother is in some trouble." He nodded slowly. "His daughter is currently being held in placement. They won't release her to me or Esai's mom."
"I do not specialize in family affairs." She shook her head. "Also this is a huge favor."
"You're her godmother. I was thinking that they'd release her to you." He smiled. "You can always leave her with me and Dia. We'll look after her."
"Marcus," she began. "This is random and out of the blue. I'm in no position today to take in a child. I thought the god mom thing was bullshit and nothing would happen." She stood up. "I'll see what I can do though, I'll get her and you better love her and protect her Marcus. Better than you did with Esai. I know he fucked up badly but damn. I don't get how the club is put before family. Nothing is more important than family."
"Your dad, he was excited about you. He'd talk to me about you. His ray of Sunshine. I also remember your mom calling you Satan's incarnate." He laughed. "I'm seeing Satan right now."
"I'm irritated, I haven't had sex in literal months, I got kicked off a big case, I'm working on a new one. I'm not pleasant at all and for that I am sorry. I just am on a path to failure and I do not know how to handle that. I'm failing for the first time in my career." She sniffled. "Now I'm crying. My aunt is on a vacation, so I don't have her to hug me. I'm just lost. Now I have to go rescue my godchild. I do not know why they picked me to be the godparent, I am shit."
"Fail and learn from it." Marcus nodded slowly. "I want you to be careful. Word is the Sons are looking to get you out of the picture. This is me giving you a heads up. Tuck tail and get out of dodge after you do this."
"Tell them to send an assassin, I'll be ready." She sighed. "I'll call you when I have her. I'll be phoning in a favor soon."
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"You know how to use the lights." Sunny dropped to the sofa. "Why are you back in my house? Thought we parted ways for good?"
Happy shrugged slightly. "Kept the key. Thought it'd come in handy. I was right. The clubhouse is packed, the only motel we have in Charming is booked. Some cunt of an ADA busted a party. Made it so a lot of people got stuck."
"A cunt huh?" She turned the light on. "A pretty one at least?"
"Dunno haven't seen it." He smirked. "You look beat."
"Long ass day. I met with Marcus who lied to me about meeting a caseworker to get custody of Esai's daughter. Man, I turned up to something different." She shook her head. "I'm running on empty. Tell me more about this cunt though. I need a distraction."
"I just know she's referred to as a cunt." He shrugged. "I can't say anymore than that."
"Well, I'm gonna go shower." She stood up. "You should be careful. People might think you're a snitch or something. Just by being near me."
"Damned if I do, damned if I don't." He shrugged again. "Tell me about your long ass day? I'm a good listener you know that right?"
"I didn't see your Harley out front." She stretched her arms above her head. "Didn't want to be caught here? Or what?"
"You're avoiding the question." He shook his head, studying her carefully. "I parked where I wanted to. Ain't nothing wrong with that."
"Now you're avoiding the question." She laughed as she removed her holster and dropped it onto the table before doing the same with her badge. "Perks of this job? I'm an honorary US Marshal, it's weird, I know." She shook her head. "Some dumbass guy has given me the temporary power to arrest people and I plan on abusing it. I don't think you should be here, alright? I don't want your club getting pissed off at you because you saw me. I'm pretty sure I have a target on my head and I'm pretty sure if Jackson had the chance, he'd shoot me himself but if he can't, I'm sure Tig would be overjoyed to handle it but something tells me that Jackson is going to be a dick and try to have you do it. So, can you leave? I don't want you in that position and I can't have my blood on your hands if Jackson gets pissed off and has your ass killed."
"I swear, when I told you way back when to leave town, that you would stay away for good." Happy stood up, easily towering over the brunette. "If I tell you to get out of town now, would you consider listening to me?" He pulled his gun out of the waistband of his jeans. "The hit is already out and you're right. I'm supposed to do my job but I can't bring myself to do it because you're not doing shit to me." He shrugged his shoulders. "Quit while you've still got your life, this war isn't for you to fight Sunshine. Be smart, I know you're smart. Get out of here for a week or forever. I'll let them know you never showed up and that I waited as long as I could. Don't be stupid about this. It's not your war, so leave it the fuck alone."
"I can't leave it alone." She shook her head. "I can't…"
"Don't be a fucking idiot, don't die for this club. Don't be your dad and don't be JT. Don't die for a club that doesn't give a fuck about you." Happy growled. "They don't care that you're a kid of a First 9 member. They want you dead, they don't care about you. Don't lose your life because you can't separate professional and personal shit. Hey, look at me." He grabbed her chin. "You fucking pack a bag and you get the fuck out of here or I will put a bullet between those eyes of yours Sunshine. Get. The. Fuck. Out."
Um, I suck at updating. It's been months, I know. I've been dealing with a lot so my stories have sat on the back burner for a bit. Well they've sat there for so long they kinda went up in flames but it's a new year and I'm trying to iron out an update schedule. So, I hope there are still readers because I'd feel really bad if I lost all of you because I sucked at updates. So, I'm aiming for once a week for the updates, probably on Thursdays from here on out.