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Rayne sat outside the hospital waiting for Jax and Tara to come out the front doors. She had planned to just head back to clubhouse, but as she climbed onto her bike she noticed the fed from the fundraiser sitting inside a compact car in the parking lot. Figuring he would tail Jax and Tara when they left, Rayne decided to stick around and ride with the two home.
She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Jax. 'That fed's in the parking lot. I'll follow.'
Jax replied a second later. 'Okay. Thanks Ray.'
A minute later Jax and Tara exited the front doors of the hospital, they walked over to Jax's bike that sat across the lot from Rayne and climbed on. Jax handed Tara his extra helmet, then started the bike while she put it on. After securing her arms around his waist, Jax put the bike in gear and pulled out onto the street.
Rayne watched as the compact followed Jax out, just as she expected it would, and she pulled onto the road behind the small car. Even though it was a surveillance job, Rayne still smiled as she cruised down the open roads. Tara lived in a neighborhood on the outskirts, close to town but not right in the middle. It was a nice open road ride to get to the doc's place.
They passed a construction crew digging up a trench on the side of the road, more progress for their little town.
As Jax pulled into Tara's driveway, Rayne passed the small car as it pulled up to the curb two houses down from Tara's house. Rayne too pulled into Tara's driveway giving Jax a nod at the car parked just inside their line of sight.
Rayne and Jax climbed off their bikes, pulling off their helmets and hanging them on the bars. Tara smiled at them both as she removed her helmet as well.
"Appreciate the lift."
"No problem. Where's the Cutlass?"
"Still at the hospital." Rayne stated, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Tara an expected look. "I checked the parking lot. Still gonna tell me everything's okay?"
Jax glanced between the two women in his life, not understanding the exchange of words. "Is it still not running right?" He asked assuming Rayne was referring to the old car.
Tara looked around the neighborhood uneasily. "It's running okay."
It take Jax long to pick up that something was bothering Tara. "This worry I'm getting here… that have anything to do with that car that's been following us?"
Tara glanced around, now clearly nervous.
"The compact parked halfway down the block." Rayne said nodding her head over her right shoulder.
The doctor's eyes grew wide as she spotted the car and quickly strode up onto her front porch reaching in her bag for her keys, eager to get inside to safety.
"Tara! What the hell's going on?" Jax asked following her onto the porch.
Tara turned to face him and with a glance at Rayne, who's gave her a stern look, Tara caved. "That A.T.F agent that's been looking into you guys— I think he's here for me."
"What are you talking about?"
"I was with him in Chicago. It got violent. I tried to end it. He started stalking me."
Jax's face grows hard, he turns stepping off the porch and heading for the car with Rayne on his heels.
"Jax. Rayne. Don't. He's dangerous." Tara called to them from the porch.
Rayne looked back over her shoulder. "So are we."
"Go back inside, Tara." Jax ordered. "Lock the door."
Jax strode down towards the car, pulling his knife from its sheath he held it up with a smile before jamming it into the car's radiator. The fed then climbed out of the car, standing in front of the two bikers as his car hissed steam, radiator fluid dripping onto the pavement.
"Vandalism. Deadly weapon. That's six months in County, asshole."
Jax calmly replaced his knife at his waist and stepped up into the cop's face. "Violating a restraining order. You'll be in the cell next to me."
"Brandishing a firearm. You'll be joining us." The fed said eyeing Rayne's Beretta on her thigh.
"CCW permit. Choke on it." She said with a sweet smile.
"They teach you how to suck a dick in A.T.F. school?" Jax asked, his anger for this man bubbling just underneath his cool exterior.
"Badass bikers."
Jax scoffed. "You guys gave it your best shot. You got nothing on SAMCRO. And you harassing Tara, that ends here… or next time it won't be a piece-of-shit car I'm draining fluid from."
"You threatening a federal agent?"
"I'm threatening you. Go away. It's my last warning." Jax stated before turning and walking back to the house, Rayne by his side watching the agent over her shoulder.
After a short conversation with Tara, Jax and Rayne rode to the sheriff's station where they strode inside with a purpose. Finding Hale standing behind a desk, the two quickly moved towards him.
"You better rein in your A.T.F. boyfriend." Jax growled looking pointedly at Hale.
"Agent Kohn isn't on my payroll. I don't keep tabs."
"Yeah, well, maybe you should." Jax spit angrily getting in the officer's face.
"He's not here for SAMCRO, Hale. He's here for Tara." Rayne stated vehemently to the deputy.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"This guy was stalking her in Chicago." Jax informed him. "Thinks she came back to Charming to be with me. I'm telling you, this guy is nuts, and he's gonna hurt her."
Something dawned on Hale at that moment, he sighed glancing at the ceiling. "Jesus Christ. That's who she had a restraining order against."
"You knew?"
"No, but it makes sense now."
"Hale!" The trio turns towards Unser who had just walked out of his office. "Let's go, hotshot. Water and power just dug up some old bones out on 44."
"Be there in a minute." Hale says, as Unser walks out he turns back to Jax. "Kohn is my problem. I will handle it."
"You better, man, or I'm gonna." Jax stated before he and Rayne followed the deputy out.
The two arrived back at TM, the dismounted and walked over just behind Clay. Lowell, one of their mechanics was in the boxing ring with Half-Sack, clearly getting his ass kicked.
"Jesus, Lowell. Get outta there." Clay groaned as the Prospect landed a left hook knocking the mechanic to his knee. "Who's idea was this?" Clay asked
"Tig's." "Bobby's." The two answered in tandem trying to place the blame on the other.
"I don't mind it, Clay." Lowell panted. "I'm just helping the Half-Sack train."
"Hey. Well, you killed enough brain cells. Come on. Come on. Back to work."
"Okay, thanks."
"How's he doing?" Clay asks Tig regarding Lowell.
"Well, the latest round of rehab seems to be sticking. He hasn't missed any work."
"If I could get A.A. to kick up a vig, Lowell could make us all rich."
"He's always been a freak." Bobby says sitting down on the table top. "Damn good mechanic though. I guess you taught him that."
"How's Sugar Ray One Nut looking?" Jax asks as he grabs two empty keg's and sets them down by Clay for him and Rayne to set down on.
"He's working fast. Got a great right hook." Chibs drawls looking over at the Prospect working on the punching bag.
"How much money gets thrown around at these bare-fist things?" Clay asks.
"The purse is okay." Tig answers. "But it's the betting that's gone crazy. I know a couple guys last year who made six figures each." He states removing his sunglasses.
"Really?" Clay questions clearly intrigued.
"The prospect can knock any one of those lightweights out, any day of the week." Chibs says.
"Absolutely." Tig agrees.
"What'd we pull together for McKeevy?" Clay asks as they watch Half-Sack and Cherry cuddling on the bench.
"A hundred and 20." Bobby answers. He notices the look on Clay's face. "You ain't thinking about betting on the prospect."
"You know, if Half-Sack takes his first five fights and looks strong going into the finish, we control how it ends, it could be a huge payday." Tig offers his personal opinion.
"What do you think?" Clay asks turning towards Jax.
"I don't know." Jax shakes his head. "But I do know there's no way we're raising 80 grand in the next four days… so it might be our only shot."
"I'm in." Clay answers quickly.
"I'm in." Tig agrees.
"I'm in. Done." Chibs chimes in as well.
"All right, I'm in." Bobby caves as they all glance to him.
"Take 50 grand." Clay tells Tig. "I wanna see it triple." He turns to Chibs. "You're gonna train him. No booze. No weed. No pussy."
"That include the Nevada sweetbutt?" Bobby asks.
"Till I'm up a hundred-K, that little cherry tart can cool on the counter." Clay states. "Hey, Bobby. Do me a favor. Push up on that thing, will ya?"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Halfy-Sack is all about that now." Bobby reminds him.
"Well, I wanna see if she's all about him. And go at it hard."
"I ain't mad at that." Bobby says looking over at the girl.
"Half-Sack's gonna lose his mind." Rayne says with a chuckle, but she did wanna see what would happen. She was curious if Cherry was all about her brother, and if she wasn't then Rayne wanted her gone, Kip was a nice guy and deserved better than some hussy playing with his head.
"Yeah. Well, that kind of anger we can really use." Clay tells her as three of them stand up. "Hey, and call Unser. See if he wants in on some of this fight action."
"Clay, he's out on the job." Jax informs the Pres as Tig steps up into their conversation. "Water and power dug up some old bones this morning."
"Where?" Clay questions.
"Out on 44." Rayne says. She notices the uneasy glances that are exchanged between Clay and Tig. "What? What are these looks?"
"I don't know." Tig says shaking his head as they follow Clay to the bikes.
Ten minutes later the four of them are standing a short distance away, concealed in the trees, as they watch the bodies being unloaded from the hole.
"Wheeling out two bodies." Jax says.
"There should be three." Tig says.
"I'm afraid to ask." Jax comments looking over at Tig.
Tig shakes his head. "Don't be. There it is."
"Is this us?" Jax questions looking at Clay, already feeling as though he knows the answer.
"Yeah."
Both he and Rayne shake their heads, as if they didn't have enough shit to deal with right now, they just added a shit ton more to the pile. Jax sighs. "Aw, shit."
"And all three of them were Mayan's?" Jax asked looking across the table at Tig, wanting to clarify what they had found.
"Yep. Back in '92." Clay confirmed. "Mexican's tried to expand their Oakland dope base, set up a charter in Lodi. We couldn't let that happen. It was a bloody two years. Bodies dropped."
"Yeah. I remember." Jax said nodding. "That was right around the time my old man died."
"That's right."
"We got to stop the P.D. from I.D.'ing those bodies, man." Tig tells them as if they weren't all thinking the same thing. "If they flag the Mayans, we're their next stop."
"Well, we can pull teeth to stop the I.D., but they can still D.N.A. test." Rayne informs them as she lights up a cigarette.
"Forensic tests on three bodies?" Bobby scoffs. "That would blow half of Unser's yearly budget."
"Yeah. But if Hale thought it would hurt us… he'd get his new fed buddies to float the costs." Clay states knowing that Hale would love nothing more than to end them.
"Shit, man, that was pre-O.J., right?" Tig asks. "We weren't thinking about D.N.A., right?" He laughs. "Back in '92. What kind of clues we got buried with those Mexicans?"
"If they don't know they're Mayans, they won't take it any farther." Chibs says.
"We stop the identification, we stop the investigation." Clay says like it's the simplest thing in the world to do.
The group adjourns and Rayne follows the men outside where she takes her leave to the garage to finish working on the engine for the Mustang. She's hoping to put it back into the car this week. She waves to Jax, Tig and Clay as they head out of the yard. As much as she loved the club and wanted to help out wherever she could, for once it was nice to just stay behind and relax.
By the time she realizes it the sun has set outside blanketing the garage in darkness, save for the lights above her head. Stretching her tired muscles and cracking her neck Rayne packs up her things and closes the garage up for the night.
The next morning Rayne sat on the roof again with Jax reading his father's words. Jax had informed her that one of the bodies that had been removed from the grave had been I.D. as Lowell Sr. According to Clay, he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and gotten caught in the crossfire of a SOA/Mayan war. But Rayne had a hard time believing that, and by the look in his eyes, Jax didn't buy it either.
"Inside the club there had to be truth. Our word was our honor. But outside, it was all about deception. Lies were our defense, our default. To survive, you had to master the art of perjury. The lie and the truth had to feel the same. But once you learned that skill, nobody knows the truth… in or outside the club. Especially you."
The two of them watched Lowell Jr. as Clay told him about his father's death, then simply walked away as if he hadn't just taken away a piece of the mechanic. Lowell screamed, partially in anger and partially in sadness over the loss of the man he thought had just up and left him.
After receiving a call from Gemma on his phone Jax tells Rayne to follow him to his house, something was wrong. They walk inside to see Abel's room completely trashed. Pictures on the wall, some of Jax and the club with faces scratched out, and several of Jax fucking the blonde he picked up while they were in Nevada. They both knew exactly who would've done this. Even worse, the sick bastard pissed on the carpet in the middle of the room.
"Who would do this?" Gemma asked as she stood by the door.
"A.T.F." Jax growled looking at the pictures on the wall.
"Why?" Gemma was still confused why a cop would do something like this.
"Tara." Rayne said.
"That stupid bitch." Gemma growled, but was cut off by Jax's angry voice. "How's this her fault?" Jax picks up a picture off the floor and sets it on the table beside him. "This guy's dead."
"At least." Gemma comments as the two pass her heading for the door. She grabs Rayne's elbow as the woman passes her. "Watch his back."
"Always." Rayne smiles, following Jax outside to the bikes. She straps on her helmet as Jax picks up his cell phone and calls Hale. "Yeah. Kohn's still in town." He hangs up after a moment and turns to Rayne. "He's at Floyd's." She nods and the two start their bikes and head for the barber shop.
The two pull up outside of Floyd's and dismount leaving their helmets hanging on their handlebars. Jax leads the way inside, Floyd sees them coming and quickly moves to the side knowing this isn't going to be pleasant. Jax pauses next to the chair where Kohn sits laidback, shaving cream on his face.
Kohn looks up, his smile rapidly disappears as fear flood his face. He tries to get up but Jax grabs him by the front of his shirt and jerks him up out of the chair slamming him face first into the mirror. "You wanna go to war with me, you sick piece of shit?"
Jax whips Kohn around and shoves him backwards, the man crashes through one of the glass windows at the front of the shop. Jax jumps out of the broken window, kneeling down he grabs Kohn by the front of his shirt and lands two solid punches to his face.
Rayne keeps an eye out not wanting anyone else to get involved. She jumps out the broken window as she sees Kohn pick up a pair of scissors. Kohn kicks Jax off of him, the biker lands on his back on the sidewalk. Rayne wrestles with Kohn, Jax hears her scream and quickly gets to his feet. Rayne stumbles back cradling her left hand, Kohn had stabbed the scissors straight through the center of her hand.
Jax tackles the man, the two grappling on the the sidewalk. Rayne's head snaps up as she hears Jax let out a pained yell, she finds that Kohn had jammed the pair of scissors into Jax's left thigh. Not even phased by the wound, Jax laid into the agent several more times before Hale showed up and took the three into custody.
Rayne and Jax sat in two separate interrogation rooms. The brunette looked up at the door as Agent Stahl and Unser stepped inside, the woman glanced down at the biker's hand wrapped tightly in a towel.
"We're just gonna ask you a few questions about what happened today, then you're free to go. I recommended going to the hospital to get that hand looked at. Wouldn't want you to miss out on giving all those bikers their special attention, sweetie." The Agent said, her tone overly sugary-sweet.
"No, thanks. I got superglue and duct tape at the garage, sweetie." Rayne quipped not taking the woman's bait as she smiled back. Across the table Unser chuckled but covered it up as a cough, however he did wink at Rayne.
The agent cleared her throat, looking down at her clipboard. "So, the barber says that Mr. Teller came in for a haircut. Agent Kohn attacked the two of you with a pair of scissors. So Mr. Teller pushed him through a plate glass window. Self-defense."
"That's what Floyd saw, then that's what happened."
The redhead clears her throat and smiles, sitting down in the chair beside Rayne. "Tell me something. Are they all just afraid of you and the club… or convinced that you are a necessary evil?"
Rayne's attention moved across the table to Unser. "Are you charging me?"
"No charges." Wayne answered.
Rayne stands up and walks around the table, Unser opens the door for her and she walks out finding Jax waiting for her. Placing Jax's left arm around her neck, Rayne helped Jax out to the parking lot where their bikes awaited them, having been brought out of the impound once they were released. The two climbed on, strapping on their helmets and starting the Dyna's up.
They sat watching as Kohn was escorted out of the station and placed into the back of a cop car. Jax gave a nod to Hale, who returned it, before they rode out of the lot following the cop car. Once they reached the city limits they watched the cop car head down the road, then turned around and headed to the hospital.
After being told there was no permanent damage and receiving several dozen stitches, the two split up, both heading to their respective homes.
Rayne eased her bike into the garage and shut the door behind her. Making her way into the kitchen she grabbed the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels that was sitting on her counter and sat herself down on the couch. She sent a quick text to Jax letting him know that she had gotten home okay, then proceed to down the rest of the bottle hoping it would take her mind off of the pain radiating from her hand.