I know it's been a while since I updated and I'm sorry for that, but shit kinda went south in my life. Don't worry though I am picking myself up.

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Jax had Kohn's body wrapped and ready to move by the time I had most of the blood off of the wall, though it was probably best if it was painted over and the chances of the carpet being cleaned was slim.

Pulling the bright yellow cleaning gloves off I stood up throwing them to the ground.

"Tara, you should get washed up and wait here. Don't answer the door or your phone for anyone." Jax spoke up ushering her out the bedroom while I was knelt down readying my self to help carry Kohn.

"Tara's key's are in the bowl by the door, we've got to get a move on before the sun comes up." I informed, without looking up. I am sooooo glad I do not have my car with me; it's too classy for Eau De La Morte.

Quickly I stood up again remembering I needed shoes if I was going to burn a body, while rushing towards my military boots that I'd left in my room I then realised I had no idea where was appropriate to burn a body. Swivelling round on my feet to face Jax I paused before pointing at him.

"Just a question, you got an idea where to be rid of him?" Jax looked my way and just nodded as he made his way back in the bedroom. Nodding to my self I hurriedly shoved my feet in my shoes grabbed my phone from my bag and helped Jax to discretely shift Kohn's body into the back of Tara's cutlass before jumping in the passenger seat myself.

Jax had driven us both out of Charming and through some back roads till we reached a secluded area a fair distance from the main road. The drive here had been quiet, even with the radio being on although it hadn't felt awkward or anything, just that 'there's a dead guy in the boot' kind of silence.

Getting out the car I looked around making sure there was no one around, not that I'd expect unsuspecting citizens to be wandering around in the middle of nowhere at quarter to 5 in the morning but it's better to be safe than sorry. Especially when you're planning on roasting a Federal Agent.

Jax already had the boot open by the time I finished scoping the place out, it was a wooded area with small hills and just one dirt road, not much else out here but squirrels.

"You grab the shoulders, I'll grab the legs," I stated before making my way round to the boot of the Cutlass and grabbing Kohn's tied legs. The ground was dry out here so finding a place for him was easy to find, there was a deep ditch not too far from the car that was perfect.

Jax and I both heaved as we tossed the dead weight into the ditch; taking a deep breath I stepped back to stretch my tense shoulder muscles. Dead weight makes sooooo much more sense now.

"Too light to roast him, I'll come back later and finish it off," Jax said as he ran his gloved hand through his hair, he was talking sense though; anyone driving by would see the smoke in the daylight.

"You want company just let me know, I'll bring marshmallows" I joked trying to lighten the mood a little, I could see the little smirk crossing his face before he turned to grab a few twigs and dirt to throw over the body.

"Honestly though, we could totally bond over this you know, and seeing as you're banging my sister I feel as though we should have that talk" I continued on in a joking manner although I meant it, if he was going to be with my sister then there were words to be said…

Such as 'hurt her and I'll break your legs' and 'as long as you make her happy, then I'm happy'. Those sounded cliché though.

"I'll let you know" he replied laughing a little as he finished up covering the body.

Dusting his gloves off he stood up straight taking a moment before heading back to the car.

By the time Jax got us back to my house to finish up cleaning Tara was ready in her work uniform and waiting outside for her car. She looked a little paler than usual, but then again I guess that's normal for people who just had sex in front of a dead ex.

Tara made a beeline for Jax, rushing right past me without much notice, just like high school all over again.

With a roll of my eyes I carried making my way to the front door and into Tara's bedroom, the room was tidy and at first glance you couldn't tell anyone had been shot in here.

The wall would still need to be repainted though, and the carpet replaced but other than that we should be getting away with murder.

With that out the way I finally let the sleep deprivation that I'd been fighting off with adrenaline for the past…fuck what time was it? Did I even care? Nope.

Sleep was what I needed; I made my way sluggishly to my room ignoring Jax coming back into the house and walking into Tara's room, and carried on with undressing followed by collapsing on my bed and thankfully drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

My pants, they were making a noise and buzzing around on the floor; my sleepy brain couldn't quite process it fully…

Shit my phone!

And the penny dropped, scrambling out of bed to reach my phone, which only made me even more tangled in my sheets that then led to me, being sprawled out naked across the floor. At least I could reach the phone though.

Without looking at the caller ID I flipped it open and held it to my ear making some form of noise that I guess was hello.

"Rox?" Tara's voice called though the phone with an uncertain tone, now she wants to talk to me!

"Yeah I'm here, what you want?" I said trying to sit up but failing epically, maybe laying here will do for now…yeah that sounded good.

"I need you to drop me off some clothes at the clubhouse, I'm going to stay here tonight" The image of a pissed off Gemma came to mind, she could not be happy about that…

"I hope you have his mothers permission to be staying over there young lady" I joked with a serious voice, she laughed and replied with a sarcastic 'yes mother'.

We talked for a little bit longer about what we'd done today, avoiding the Kohn subject all together. Probably best not to have that conversation over the phone I guess.

Flipping the phone closed I let it fall out my hand as I just lay still on the floor for a few more minuets, thoughts of last night were at the forefront of my mind, I'd helped cover up the murder of a Federal Agent…He was an ass, but I- Hell I wasn't sure what I was thinking right now.

Jax and Tara hadn't really explained what happened when we were cleaning up, I just took it in my stride and helped clean up. Did I really need to know, or was it best not to know?

I guess that could wait, I had a sister needing clothes but not quite as much as I needed them right now.

With a sudden burst of energy I gathered myself from the floor with out tripping my self with the sheets, grabbed clean clothes and took a quick shower.

It was dusk by the time I'd got to the Clubhouse; my car still being outside my shop didn't help things along. I spotted Gemma, Tara and a few other women were sitting outside at the picnic table from across the lot and made my way over, duffel bag in tow.

Tara spotted me heading over and stood to greet me with a small smile gracing her face.

"Hey, thanks for this I owe you one" I just stared at her for moment before handing her the bag, she owes me one?

"Yeah, after last night's antics you owe me a little more than one" I hinted, I had a feeling Gemma didn't know about what went down and these other women were definitely not going to be privy but I couldn't help but let that one slip…

"You two fuck like rabbits, and that was shit I did not need to see" I continued trying cover up my slip with a well placed half truth…I really didn't need to see Jax and my sister in bed together.

"You'll get over it" Tara had clicked on and played along to throw Gemma of the fishy scent. Then again the other women at the table could have been the source of that smell…

They were both scarcely clothed leading me to believe they were Croweaters, they seemed nice enough though…and they'd have to be in Gemma's good books if they were sitting with her.

"You staying Roxy?" Gemma spoke up from her seat at the table; she had a cigarette in one hand and drink resting in the other.

"If theres a drink in it for me then honey, I'll be here for as long as you want" I said with southern twang in my voice and slid in to the seat Tara had vacated when she got up to greet me.

She'd already started making her way into the clubhouse with her duffel bag.

"GET ME A DRINK WHILE YOU'RE IN THERE WILL YA!" I shouted at her retreating form with a giant pleading grin on my face, she stopped to face me and just scoffed before shaking her head and carrying on to the clubhouse.

I turned back to the table facing Gemma, "Seriously though Gemma, your son has a nice ass but you need to teach him the art of locking the door." She just stared at me raising one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows at me, shrugging I looked to Tara's abandoned drink giving it a little sniff before finishing it off.

"So, besides my sons ass, anything interesting happen this weekend?" Gemma asked, I guess she was trying to start a normal conversation…or was she digging? You can never really tell with this woman. The other two women just stared at me expectantly as if waiting for some juicy gossip shaped bone. Bitches.

"Well there was this bartender last night who also had a really nice ass, but I unfortunately didn't get to test drive that one" I sighed frowning a little; I really did let that one slip through my fingers. Could always try again some other night…

"And what would Happy make of that?" Gemma cut short my little ass reminiscing, with a pointed stare, the other two women were still sitting there staring at me all too silently.

"Not much I'm guessing, and it's not like it's really any of his bees wax" I defended; I wasn't overly fond of her accusing tone. Starting to feel a little bit like Tara here.

"So there isn't anything between you and him?" She carried on with her inquisition, I was starting to get the feeling this was the whole reason why she asked me to join her.

Okay. I regret saying yes, someone save me? Anyone?...damn.

Taking a small breath I continued to defend myself, "Besides good conversation and even better sex? I'm not sure, that's up to him and until he states otherwise I'm a free agent."

Gemma's response was a nod and a drag of her cigarette; she seemed to have been…appeased, for now.

The two other women then took over the conversation with Gemma, spending a good five minuets with idle chit chat about other croweaters and Old Ladies, these women were obviously Gemma's eyes and ears of this place. After a while longer Gemma declared it was getting a little chilly for her and suggested we moved back inside for some warmer fun.

I think that meant it was time for the other two women to start pouring drinks and getting on their knees.

As soon as I entered the Clubhouse the smell of stale ale hit me, the kind you get when you walk in an old pub the morning after the night before. It was kind of comforting in a strange way.

Most of the guys were littered around the clubhouse talking amongst themselves and didn't really notice our entrance, Gemma made her way to Clay and the two croweaters joined their fellow dick sucking comrades leaving me to dash for the bar to get my long awaited drink since Tara hadn't returned.

The prospect was manning the bar and smiled at me as I approached in an almost too cheery manner.

"Hey, can I get Jack and Coke?" I asked sliding my self on a stool in front of the bar, Chibs was to my left and Clay was to my right with Gemma.

"Yeah…sure thing" he had a goofy smile on his face as he quickly but rather clumsily made my drink, I'd say that it was adorable but that wasn't me…at all.

Chibs next to me stifled a laugh as he carefully placed it in front of me still grinning.

"Thanks…" I trailed off hoping to catch his name, calling him prospect didn't sit well with me.

"Half-Sack"

Half-Sack…fucking Half-Sack.

"I'm guessing you only have one nut…and I really don't want to know how" Freaking half a fucking sack… shaking my head I took a drink.

Thankfully though I was saved from Half-Sack's response by a devishly deep voice that would make any dick-loving woman quiver. Hell, maybe even some men.

"What brings you here?" Sure, it wasn't the most romantic thing but when you can feel hot breath on your neck and the tingling from his finger that brushed against your hip…it does something to you that only scientists could describe.

I felt a smirk appear on my face and tilted my head to the side a little trying to think of a witty comeback, unfortunately my mind was a little clouded and what I came up with wasn't all that impressive.

"Well, you know…the booze is alright" Yeah, I'm a smooth mover.

Happy's gruff laugh was a relief as it meant I hadn't horribly crashed and burned. Crossed fingers and all that.

"We got plenty of that, Sack hand me the bottle" Happy held out his hand waiting for Half-Sack to hurriedly hand him the bottle of Jack Daniels he'd used to make my drink. Next I felt happy take hold of my hand; he tugged it so I' get off my stool and follow him, he led me to the black sofa that was just next to the hallway that led to the dorms. There were several other people near us, some were members and others were hang-arounds or croweaters, all were mingling and generally having a good time with a drink in their hand.

"Just so you know, I plan on getting you drunk then taking you back to my room" Happy didn't bother whispering that into my ear, he didn't even show any signs of bashfulness, and that's what I liked about him. He wasn't afraid to be himself, no matter who was around.

"You definitely know your way into my pants, I like that" I grinned being extremly pleased with the out come of my night, and downed the rest of my drink.