A/N 9/24/2018: Another chapter! Yay! Should I try for the second part of this? Or should I post the first chapter of my Mummy cross?...Hmmm... decisions. Decisions. How about a deal? I try to finish and post the second part of this chapter tonight. If I don't, I'll finish it later and post it, and try my damnedest to post my Mummy chapter too...That should be up within the next couple of days at least. Pinky promise. Hope y'all are enjoying the read. Let me know! ~Angel

Bella woke up with Chibs kissing the length of her spine, before giving a playful nip to her bare ass. Bella giggled and he rose level with her when he heard that she was awake.

"Good morning, mo leannan," he said softly.

"Mornin'," she sighed. "Any chance we can skip everything today, and just stay here?" she asked.

"Nay, lass. Clay is going to be sore enough at me as it is, since I chose to see you first. I need to tell him the info I have," he tells her.

Bella huffs. "Then I'll just have to make sure we're both sated for the day," she says, reaching down and bringing his cock to life, not that it took much more than looking at her. He smirked, and hiked one of her legs up over his hip. Capturing her lips with his own.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

The sound of multiple rounds leaving an AK-47 filled the air out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, as an old 'Nam friend of Piney and his arrogant prick of a son test out the merch.

"You okay selling these guys 5 Aks?" Jax asks Piney.

"Yeah. Nate- He just hangs out with these survivalist cats. Bunch of old guys playing- I don't know. Capture the flag, or something. I want to thank you for, uh, peeling a few free so I could, uh, let this happen, huh?" he says to Jax.

"No problem, Piney," Jax says to his honorary uncle.

The two prospective buyers stop firing and walk up to Jax and Piney. Nate chuckling at how well they fire.

"Those Russians make a hell of a gun. I'll give 'em that," Nate said, handing Jax an envelope of money as his son passes with his gun.

"Yeah," Jax says, counting the money. "Hey. Looks like you're about 5,000 light."

"I thought we were getting the family discount," Nate said to Piney.

"You are. 10,000," Jax tells them.

"I know damn well these guns go for a grand on the street," dipshit Jr. said.

"When was the last time you were on the street, Junior?" Jax asked him.

"Russ, we had a deal," Piney said in his gravely voice. "Give the man his goddamn money."

"Pay him," the kid orders his father, who hands over another envelope.

"Here you go. Sorry, man," Nate says. "Hey, thanks, Piney. I- I'll be seeing you." Nate shakes Piney's hand and follows his son.

"Yeah, Nate. Hey, you take it easy, brother," Piney says to his fellow Vet.

"Yeah."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Bella and Gemma made it to Teller/Morrow at the same time. Bella could tell something was off with the woman she considered a mother. That and the fact it was freezing in the office. There was a difference between AC and winter in the middle of August.

"Are you ok, Gemma?" Bella asks.

"Yeah, sweetie. Just an off morning," Bella nodded and accepted the answer.

"Angela should be here soon. She took the morning flight. I asked her to meet me here, and then we're going out for the day, unless you need me?"

"No, you go ahead and have a good day. With the way you've been working you need it."

There was a knock on the door. It was Clay poking his head in. "We okay?" he asks Gemma softly.

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry. I- I just- It's a strange morning," she says. Gemma gets up and meets him in the doorway. "I'm fine," she says, giving him a sweet kiss.

Clay studies her for a bit. "Okay," he says before turning away.

"Uh, do you have the number for the septic guy?" Half-Sac asks, walking up to Gemma.

"Piney filled the tanks already?" Gemma asked surprised.

"Yeah. And someone's been flushing lace panties," he chuckles nervously.

"I don't even know what to say to that."

"Probably Tig. He's an odd one enough to do it," Bella chuckled.

"Here you go," Gemma says, handing him a card.

"Thanks. You look real nice today, Gemma," he says. Bella wanted to give an 'aww'. She thought he really did resemble a puppy at times.

"Thank you, Eddie," Gemma smiles. Bella chuckles as he leaves.

"I do believe you have an admirer in Half-Sac, Momma Gemma," she teased.

"Hush you. It's good for the ego every once in a while."

They looked out the window to see a truck, driven by Juice, and an unknown Audi, pull into the lot. Juice and a young girl got out of the truck, as none other than Angela got out of the Audi.

"That's my ride. See you later Gemma," Bella smiles, but she didn't get a reply. Gemma was watching Clay hound Juice about his passenger.

"Bella!" Angela yelled, drawing every eye to her. Bella smiled and ran to her as Angela did the same.

"Bells, Bells! Bells, Bells! Hells Bells!" Angela said excitedly as they crashed together in a tight hug. They were giggling as they reunited. But drew apart when they heard someone clearing their throat. Looking behind them, they saw Clay still hounding Juice, but Jax, Tig, Bobby, Opie, and Chibs were watching the girls.

"Oh! Right. Guys, this is my best friend, Angela Webber. Ange, these are my family! Clay, the older guy, is currently tearing Juice a new one," she said, pointing to the two in the background. "This is Tig. Watch out for him, he's a hound. Bobby-Elvis, or just Bobby. He makes the best muffins! Opie, my new handy man. Best at redoing roofs," she smiled, winking at the guy in question. "My lover, Chibs, and Jax Teller. V.P. of the Sons of Anarchy MC," she finished. Angela smiled at everyone before the last sentence hit home.

"Wait a tic! Be kind, rewind. Lover?!" Angela said, looking at Chibs.

"Aye, lass. Got a problem with that?" Angela stopped dead, and then pressed her lips together. Hard.

"Nope. Not at all. Just surprised really. I figured you'd give the dating game a rest after-"

"But we don't date," smirked Bella. Angela looked at her hard.

As she was having a staring contest with Bella, they both missed the almost stunned look on Jackson Teller's face. The girl was beautiful. Almond shaped eyes behind glasses and long wavy mahogany. A petite frame in relaxed clothing, and a bright beautiful smile.

"I know that look, brother," Opie said to Jax under his breath. "I won't discourage you. But be careful. You know nothing about her." Jax shot Opie a look that told him to shut it, and tuned back in to Izzy and Angela.

"Listen, Bells. I didn't come alone," Angela said nervously. Bella raised an eybrow.

"Uh huh. And who is this mystery tag along?" Bella asked, now on guard. Angela took a deep breath.

"One of the Pack," she said quietly. Bella froze and her smile dropped immediately. "Hear me out!" Angela insisted.

"He came on behalf of both the Wolf Pack and the Coven. He is willing to come here, and talk to you in front of everyone. He is willing to leave his bike and weapons at the gate or with whoever you feel safest. He truly doesn't want to hurt you."

Chibs was instantly behind Bella, placing his hands on her shoulders in a show of support and strength. Bella took a deep breath and collected herself for a moment.

"Who?" she asked again.

"Seth Clearwater." Bella closed her eyes in pain. She had adored the young prospect of the Pack. He was like a younger brother to her when everything went sideways. Bella nodded once. And Angela pulled out her phone and sent a text.

Minutes later, a motorcycle stopped just inside the gate and parked out of the way. A tall, well built, young man climbed off. He had long braided hair and a kutte on that had a howling wolf on the back, proclaiming which MC he was a member of. He walked slowly towards them, his hands out to his sides, open in a show that he meant no harm.

He stopped within a foot of Bella. "Hey, Bella," he said softly. Bella just stood there for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then before anyone could stop her, she threw a pretty decent punch at him, catching him in the jaw.

"Whoa! Whoa. Hold on there slugger," Chibs told her as he grabbed her by her middle and hauled her away from the young man now cradling his jaw.

"I deserved that," he said wryly.

"You're goddamn right, you deserved it! You and your moody ass, pitiful, over hyped excuse for an MC will get one if I ever see them!" Bella said angrily from Chibs's restraining grasp.

"Why don't we all take this inside?" Clay offered. "See what this boy has to say so he can be on his way back home."

Everyone nodded and they all headed into the clubhouse.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

The convoy was stopped at a red light when they were approached by an elderly man. Trammel thought at first he was just a lost old man, as he said, but the gun he pulled quickly put paid to that thought as he now was cuffed to his cruiser, looking at the body of his long time, and now dead friend, in the middle of the road. His radio out of reach.

This was not how his relationship with the Sons was supposed to go down. There was only one place those men would have gotten those AKs. Trammel was only supposed to be the middle man. Put the cops off the scent if they got too close, not be in the center of a firefight with the very guns he was helping to smuggle into the country.

This morning had started out so well too…

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"What the fuck are you doing here, Clearwater?" Bella growled.

"I'm here on behalf of both of the MCs in Forks and La Push. They wanted to extend their apologies," he said with a sad look.

"Not accepted. When I needed you most, all of the Pack turned their backs on me, just because I wanted to be friends with everyone. That was never going to work. I see that now. But after the shit that went down with the Coven, you didn't even give me the chance. You cut my strings, just as they did, and watched me fall like a puppet with no master."

"We know. That's why we are apologizing. We also thought you should know, the Pack has a new President, and V.P., and the Coven's mother charter is in from Italy, doing massive reforms there too. Edward is dead," Seth tells her. Bella looked at him in shock.

"What?" she breathed.

"He's dead. Once Aro Volturi heard what he did to you, he flew right over with Caius and Marcus. Suspended Carlisle his Presidency until they deem him fit to continue, demoted Jasper and Emmett, they aren't even allowed seats in their meetings anymore, and voted to have Edward bled."

Bella paled at the news. She wanted revenge against Edward for what he did, yes, but figured the mother charter's answers to such problems archaic. They followed a mix of medieval codes and modern laws. Just like the Pack follows the traditions of their elders. The Coven was all about blood. Like vampires. Promises were generally blood pacts, and if you were voted to be bled...well… she didn't want to know the specifics.

"Hold up. Bled?" Clay asks.

"Meet Mr. Mayhem. Only more bloody," Bella murmured. She went to the bar and got a shot glass and the whiskey, downing a shot.

"Neither MC will be the same once this shit storm calms. I'm officially on the Council now, in place of dad. Sam took Josh's spot after he was excommunicated, as you know, Jacob is in for Billy, and Quil in place of his great grandfather. The MC is ours. As for the Coven. We now have a treaty with them. We have our land, they have theirs. Caius wasn't happy about that, but Marcus kept him level headed. You know Aro sees you as his own. He was very pissed when he heard what Edward did. He called a Coven wide debt. Whatever you need, if you call for them, they must come."

Bella took another shot. Seth sighed and got up again. "We just thought you ought to know." He then looked at the other men in the Sons of Anarchy. "Take care of her. You have no idea how special she is," he said sadly as he walked out of the bar.

"Poor kid looked like he could have used a drink," Jax says. Bella shook her head with a smile.

"Not even old enough to smoke."

"What are you talking about. He had to at least be 22-23 years old," Opie said. Again, Bella shook her head.

"Not even 16. He probably has another member here with him, just in case." The others looked at her dumbfounded.

"What the hell are they feeding kids on that reservation?" Bella laughed and shrugged.

"Church, fellas. Now," Clay reminded them. Bella turned to Angela.

"Let's beat feet. This could take a while and I don't look forward to waiting around for them."

Angela nodded and Chibs gave Bella a kiss on her way out. "We may not date, lass, but you are mine," he says lowly.

"Am I, now?"

"Aye. We'll talk more about it later, I suspect."

"Chibs!" Clay yelled.

"Duty calls, Scotty. I'll see you later," she promised, getting another kiss in of her own and she followed Angela out.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Who did McKeevy see up north?" Clay asked Chibs.

"A few gun brokers, some Irish expats and fat black hookers," he listed.

"Where is he now?" Jax asked.

"He's greasing the palms of port authority contacts. All right, we got a week, maybe 10 days. Then he wants his 200K."

"We're working on it," said Clay.

"Clay, he made it very clear. We got to have the money up front for the I.R.A. to keep 'em flush. Otherwise, he'll sell to the Russians, and we lose the Irish pipeline to our guns," Chibs said, his accent coming out thicker with him spending so much time amongst McKeevy.

"Laroy's gonna take the three dozen AKs off our hands," Bobby said.

"Yeah. At a deep discount," Clay put in.

"Well, it's either that, or spend a month finding a better buyer. At least this way, he puts 50 grand in our pockets now. Plus the 10 I got this morning and the Chinese money. Gets us more than halfway there," Jax says.

They were interrupted by Half-Sac entering. "Clay? You better get out here," he says nervously.

They all filed out to see Hale climb out of his jeep, and two suits walking towards them.

"Well, you're either feds or limo drivers," he said to them. The woman pulls out a badge.

"Agent Stahl, A.T.F. I'm looking for the owner of Teller-Morrow Automotive," she says, looking him over.

"That's me," Clay says.

"Come on. Let's go, Clay," Hale says, taking his hands behind his back and cuffing him.

"You gonna bother mentioning a charge?" Clay asks the A.T.F. woman.

"No charges yet. I just need to discuss your relationship with a Nate Meineke."

"Who?"

"Nate Meineke. He's one of the men who held up a prison transport vehicle this morning. Killed three people with AK-47s. We found Mr. Meineke's cell phone at the scene. Last call he received was from your garage," she tells him as she lead the way to her car. "Preference?"

"Lady's choice," Clay said snidely.

"Oh! Tattoos and chivalry. Delicious combination," she said, opening the back passenger door for him.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"So..." Angela pressed. Bella looked up at her long time friend, who raised her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

"Yes, Ange?" Bella asked, playing dumb.

"Oh, come on, Bella! Tell me about the delicious Mr. Chibs. You always were a sucker for an accent. I seem to recall a small crush you had on Carlisle, and he had a hint of a London accent in his voice."

Bella sighed, a bit in frustration, and a bit dreamily as she thought about Chibs. "Well, he's- Jesus, Angela. He's amazing!"

Angela giggled. "That good, huh. Am I right in assuming he's the one who so kindly took your V-card?"

"Took it? Angela, I practically shoved the damn thing in his hands. And I don't regret a damned thing. He's the perfect mix of gentle and primal. Seriously, you get the chance, if you still want to get rid of your own virginity as quickly as possible, I'm sure any of the boys here would be glad to take it from you. My choice though, go with Jax. He's unattached and is a total sweetheart."

"No kidding? May just have to take you up on that. Not like I can go home," Angela says.

"What do you mean, Ange?" Bella asks. Angela sighs.

"I have to admit, Bella, this is more than a trip to see an old friend. Mom and dad finally cut their losses. They said that me hanging around the Pack as I had been was a bad influence on Isaac and Joshua. So when I refused to stop talking with my friends, they gave me an ultimatum. Cut my ties or leave. I left."

"Oh, Angie, I'm so sorry," Bella says to her. Angela smiles.

"So, any chance I can stay with you and Charlie until I can find my own place?" she asks.

Bella nods. "Of course. Though I have to warn you. The house is rather empty nowadays anyway. I spend most of my nights with Chibs, either at his or my house, and dad is Nomading it up. Last I heard, he was in Tacoma with Happy."

"That's okay. Good practice for when I'm on my own anyway."

"Do you have your stuff with you?" Bella asks. Angela nods.

"Yeah, it's all in the car. It's not much, but I don't need much," she says with a shrug.

"Here, here. How about we get to mine, and we'll put your stuff there. I'll call Charlie and tell him what's up."

"Thanks, Bella," Angela sighed.

"Any time, Ange."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"I see you haven't called your lawyer," Stahl observed.

"My lawyer's 1,200 an hour. When I got a problem worth that pay scale, I'll give him a call."

"And you don't think that aiding and abetting a murderer in a triple homicide is a problem?" Stahl asks.

"I don't know nothing about that crime, or the guys that did it," Clay says.

"Home grown terrorists. Über right wing fanatics. Yeah. Not the brightest figs in the Newton, but dangerous enough to clock a watch."

"Just 'cause somebody from my garage called one of those assholes, that doesn't make me an accessory to murder," Clay reminds her.

"No. But you association with an organized crime syndicate, and your rap sheet for gunrunning, flags you as the source of their illegal AKs," Stahl tells him.

"Sons of Anarchy is a motorcycle club. And just for your information, I haven't been charged with a crime, gun related or otherwise, in over seven years. I'm a mechanic and a motorcycle enthusiast."

"You are a criminal and a gunrunner. And in my book, you are responsible for the deaths of three innocent people. Now, in a couple of hours I will have a warrant to search your garage and your little clubhouse, and we'll see how enthusiastic you are then," she says confidently as she exits the interrogation room.

"Uh, maybe I should call that lawyer of mine after all, huh?" Clay asks.

"Well, I'll set that up… in a couple of hours. Look at that. I just saved you 2,400 bucks." She then left him alone.

"Jesus," Clay exclaimed. The nerve of the bitch.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Gemma was with Luann at her studio. She was working on a new porno movie, but Gemma was fuming.

"Can you believe the balls on that little whore? Showing up at the goddamn clubhouse," Gemma spat.

"Clay couldn't have known," Luann observed.

"So what? The rules got broken. What happens on a run stays on a run. It does not show up and slap me in the goddamn face. That does not happen to me!" Gemma went from leaning towards Luann to sitting back, trying to keep composure through another hot flash.

"She's so young," Gemma says.

"And dumb. And before she knows it, she's gonna be old and wise like us."

"How am I supposed to handle this? I just want to rip his goddamn heart out." Luann knew the symptoms and it clicked.

"Estrotol-Solution 15. It's magic. I'll get my guy to write you a prescription," Luann tells Gemma.

"I didn't come here for a diagnosis." Luann leaned forward with a napkin and began dabbing little, almost imperceptible drops a sweat for Gemma.

"Sure you did. You're lucky, baby. My wells went dry at 45."

"I'm only 51. I'm not ready for this." Luann tried to comfort Gemma, but Gemma slapped her hand away.

"Stop."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Any luck with the warrant?" Stahl asked her partner.

"Sacramento says cell phone's not enough. No warrant."

"Shit," Stahl exclaimed.

"Maybe I can help," Kohn pipped in. "Agent Kohn." He took out his badge to show them.

"I guess Chicago doesn't have a dress code, huh? What brings you here?" Stahl asks him.

"I can't discuss the specifics of my investigation," he chuckles.

"Give me a break, Sparky. This is Stockton's jurisdiction. Who's your superior? Gainsley?"

Kohn was unnerved that this Agent possibly knew, and had a direct link to his boss, so he tried to deflect.

"I can share these. I, uh- I followed Sons of Anarchy to Indian Hills, Nevada last week. War broke out with a rival MC," he says, handing her a shot of the Mayans on their bikes and another of a cargo truck loaded with Petrol barrels.

"Those are fully automatic handguns."

"That truck was in their lot today," she tells him. "Are those oil drums?"

"Yes," Kohn answered.

"Well, it is illegal to transport petroleum products over state lines now, isn't it?" she asked, handing the photos back to Kohn.

Hale walks up and delivers his findings. "This is Piney Winston. SOA's founding elder. Did multiple T.O.D.'s in 'Nam. Guess what two guys were in his platoon for every re-up? Nate Meineke and Frank Cison. The father of the guy they freed from the prison transport."

Stahl breathed a deep breath of victory, and simultaneously grabbed both Hale's and Kohn's asses, giving them a firm squeeze.

"Hmm! Mother's little helpers. Get me my goddamn warrant," she orders her partner.