Sons of Anarchy - Angel of Death

Previously…

They rode towards the prison. Hap insisted he accompany her there saying she was still exhausted. They pulled up and Jax approached Hap who sat idling his bike while Stevie settled hers next to Jax's. "Hey Hap." He nodded at the enforcer.

"VP." Hap answered, watching Stevie grin stupidly at the two of them.

"Head back to the clubhouse and gear up. We're dropping by Luann's after I meet with Otto." Jax instructed, clapping him on the shoulder. "We're gonna figure this shit out before it blows up in our faces."

"Sounds good." Hap nodded as Jax stepped back. Stevie made a kissy face at him and followed Jax towards the prison gate. Hap sped off back towards town, glancing back at the pair in his rearview mirror. What would Stevie tell him? Knowing her she'd confirm they were good, crack a joke and leave it at that. He found himself smiling at the idea that he'd no longer have to push some nameless bitch on her knees to find release. He was getting tired of the loneliness. Sure he had his brothers and any pussy he could imagine. He wanted more. He wanted it all to mean something. He never understood why his brothers insisted on taking an Old Lady, until he met Stevie. He needed someone other than his brothers or his mother as a reason to come back from a run.


Chapter 12: Sunglasses At Night

"Well, he looks pissed." Jax scoffed, watching Happy speed off back towards Charming. "You holding out on him?" He smirked.

"Yeah, cause that's a great idea." Stevie teased, rolling her eyes. "Nah, he's just worried about our surveillance gig. Bastard thinks I'll fall off my bike from exhaustion." She scoffed, "He seems to forget I'm a goddamn Marine." She winked at Jax who was holding the door for her.

Jax chuckled, "Oohrah." They signed in and began storing their personal effects. "Stevie," Jax sighed, "You should know I talked to Quinn."

"About?" Stevie frowned. Why would Jax be talking to Quinn? Unless Hap had been on a run with him for the two weeks of radio silence.

"Hap and his failure to communicate." Jax sighed. "Look, Quinn had him on the road checking in on a few charters in So Cal. He confirmed my suspicions. Hap didn't touch a woman the whole time he was on the road."

Stevie barked a laugh "I might be a hopeless romantic, Jackson." she quipped, "But I'm not delusional."

"God's honest truth, Stevie." Jax insisted. "Quinn said a premo sweetbutt was wailing about how Hap snapped at her and threw her out."

Stevie just shook her head. "I'm not naive about this life, Jax." She sighed, "What happens on a run, stays on a run, right?"

Jax ran a hand over his head, "Yeah." He relented watching her for a moment. She obliged the officer on duty giving her a pat down with a playful wink.


The officers were trying to contain a fight that broke out in the visiting area. Otto sat in the back, nose stuck in a book. He looked up as Stevie and Jax waited for the scuffle to subside.

"The Angel of Death, as I live and breathe." Otto smirked as they approached his table. Just because Otto was apart of The Big House crew didn't mean he wasn't up to date on the street gossip. The legend of The Angel of Death was almost as well known as The Tacoma Killer in nefarious circles.

"It's been a long time, Big Otto." Stevie smiled. He looked good, even with the scar over his eye, he still was handsome.

"Finally patched into SAMCRO, eh?" Otto asked as they settled at the table opposite of him.

"That's right." Jax confirmed, clapping Stevie on the shoulder. "Finally got her to come home where she belongs." He winked. All three bikers shared a brief chuckle.

"Arranged a little entertainment." Otto nodded to the guards still struggling to control the prisoners.

"Appreciate that." Stevie smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"White on White? What's that about?"Jax rested his hands on the table.

"Our Aryan friends are getting choosy about who they burn crosses with." Otto answered, closing his book. "Somethings trickling down from the top of Mount Whitey. Not sure what." He shook his head. "Not why I asked to see you."

"I know, I heard about Luanne." Jax answered. "How can we help?"

"We're headed over there after this." Stevie offered, watching Otto bite his tongue. She knew he wanted to lay into Jax about keeping his woman safe. It must tear him up to be separated from her permanently. Being an enforcer had it risks, but it also had its perks. Anonymity was a girls' best friend. Fuck diamonds, they couldn't keep her warm at night. Operating as an enforcer meant she wasn't always in on the big raids, or gun running. She could control the risk factor while remaining loyal to the club. Of course she'd been an occasional resident of the Big House, she just didn't want a permanent transfer to the BHC. Lately she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to avoid a big stint inside. Clay had them traveling down a dangerous path.

Otto took a deep breath, "This punk ass producer's making a play for her talent." He explained. "With the Feds shutting her down, this asshole will hijack all of 'em."

"We'll talk to him." Jax assured him, sharing a look with Stevie.

"Remind him who he's messing with." Stevie added with a wink.

Otto sighed scratching at his beanie, "She needs time and money to get up and running in a new space."

"We can get her the time." Jax confirmed. Stevie bit her lip to keep from scoffing aloud. Time wasn't enough, Luanne needed money for a new space or she'd lose her talent.

"And the money?" Otto insisted.

Jax shook his head, "We're only half healed, Otto. We don't have it."

"This seizure by the feds," Otto pursed his lips, "It's Stahl pissing in my mouth for what I did to her, and I did that for SAMCRO."

"We know." Jax confirmed, glancing around the room.

"I don't want her back in front of the camera, Jax." Otto sighed, leveling his gaze with the VP. "Told her she'd never have to do that again."

"I won't let that happen." Jax confirmed, "I promise."

"You've got our word, Otto." Stevie murmured, "I'll get in front of that camera before I let Luann do it." Jax's brows rose, a stupid smirk settling on his face. "Wipe that smirk of your face, Jackson Teller. Ain't gonna happen." She huffed, shaking her head.

Otto smirked at their exchange, still looking a bit defeated. "Okay, thanks."


Stevie squinted against the sunlight as they emerged from the prison. "Hey, I'd like to go by and check on Gemma, porn's really not my scene." She shrugged, sliding on her sunglasses.

"You sure you just don't want to watch Hap drool over the merchandise?" Jax asked with a signature smirk, "Or maybe you're afraid you'll have to pony up on your promise, eh?" He laughed.

"Fuck off, Jax." She scoffed, straddling her bike. "Meet ya'll back at the clubhouse? I'll get something together for lunch."

"Lunch?" Jax shook his head, "Really Stevie, you don't have to-"

"I insist." Stevie cut him off, pulling on her helmet. "We're down a couple a old ladies right now, Jax." She sighed, "Let me do this, please."

"Alright," Jax sighed, "I'll let the guys know."

"Great." Stevie smiled, starting her bike. "Have fun at the cum factory." She sped off towards St. Thomas.

Jax scoffed shaking his head. She really was an enigma. One minute she was out for blood, ready to kill at a moment's notice. Then she was being all domestic and shit. Maybe they had it wrong, maybe the Killa was taming their Killa.


Stevie pulled up to the Charming Police Station and set her bike. Stashing her helmet, she took inventory of the people around her. Her military training always kicked into high gear when she was on a mission. A man walking with whom she assumed was his wife, winked at her, flashing a lopsided grin. A woman walking with her son pulled him closer, averting her eyes. A young girl on a bicycle smiled a big toothy grin and whispered, 'So cool.' as she rode by.

She shook her head at the whole exchange. The people of Charming tolerated the MC for one reason: protection. The MC promised to keep Charming drug free and safe from the shit that typically ravaged a small town. Either the town would be overrun and expand into a suburb, or it would cease to exist, hence the bad ass biker crew.

"Stevie?" David Hale emerged from the building. He was still having a hard time accepting that she'd chosen to wear the reaper. David left Charming too, only to return to be Deputy Chief of Police, lined up with the top spot once Unser threw in the towel.

"Hey, David." Stevie smiled, bounding up the steps. "Is the Chief in?" She winked, enjoying the blush that stained the deputy chief's cheeks.

David took a breath, "Yeah, he just got back from St. Thomas." He still looked at her like if he waited long enough the sweet innocent girl he knew would replace the killer she'd become.

"Great," Stevie smirked, "It's good to see you." She patted his shoulder as she swept by and yanked open the station door. The officers threw her a few questioning looks as she strode confidently towards Unser's office. His door was open, so she leaned in and knocked on the door before leaning against the door frame.

Unser sat at his desk, writing up the false police report about Gemma's accident.

"Hey Chief," Stevie drawled, "Got a minute?"

Unser looked up from the report he was writing. "Uh, sure." He answered, closing the file. He motioned for her to sit. He closed his office door and returned to his desk.

"Thanks," She settled in the the chair opposite of him.

"What can I do for you, Stevie?" Unser asked, sitting back in his chair, trying to look casual.

Stevie studied the Chief for a moment. Then she took a quick breath, "What happened to Gemma?"

Unser's eyes widened slightly. "She was in a car acci-"

"Bullshit." Stevie scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Stevie, Gemma was in a car-"

"Nope." Stevie spat. "Try again, Chief."

Unser shook his head. He sighed, "I made a promise." Stevie's brows rose in mock understanding. "To Gemma."

Stevie sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. "Look, Chief. I know you and Gemma got history. You care about her, I get it." She leaned forward in her seat. "I saw Gemma's car, fully intact, sitting outside the utility house out on south side at around 5am this morning." Unser swallowed hard, smoothing a hand over his head. Stevie continued, "Jax and I have been running surveillance on our Neo Nazi neighbors." She divulged, watching for the Chief's reaction. She sat back in her chair, "By the time I got there, the place was empty. Didn't find anything except a couple of bloodstains on the cement in front of a chain link. Hap chalked it up to a local dog fighting ring. I wasn't convinced."

Unser smirked. "Surveillance?" He chuckled. "Jax using your military background to his advantage, eh?"

"Something like that." Stevie murmured. "Now, are you going to confirm my suspicions, or do I need to go wring it out of Gemma myself?"

Unser sighed. "No." He shook his head. "She was attacked on her way home." Stevie nodded. "Young woman asked for help, told Gemma her baby was choking. When Gemma got to the backseat, the baby was a doll. The girl clocked her over the head and she came to cuffed to that chain link fence." Unser's voice broke.

Stevie almost felt sorry for the poor sap. He definitely felt more for Gemma than just friendship. Gemma had an awful habit of stringing people along. Unser was no exception. "They raped her, didn't they?" Stevie's voice turned deadly.

Unser nodded, a tear sparkling in his eye. "Yeah."

Stevie shot to her feet. "Son of a bitch!" She exclaimed through clenched teeth, She brought her fist down hard on Unser's desk causing him to jump.

"Jesus!" He exclaimed. Then he studied her for a moment. "You're still quite the spitfire, eh?" He chuckled.

Stevie bit her lip. Unser had been on the force when she was a kid. Hell, he'd been Chief of Police for longer than she could remember. He'd always had a soft spot for the MC, she now knew it wasn't for the sake of Charming, it was for Gemma Teller. "Something like that." Stevie scoffed, leaning over the desk. "I'm gonna find a way to hurt these pricks that doesn't involve the club. And you're going to help me."


Jax entered the kitchen, a stack of plates in his hands. "Everyone eat?" Stevie asked over her shoulder; she was elbow deep in soap suds. Lunch at the clubhouse was a big hit. Stevie hardly even had to lift a finger. Thankfully, the croweaters seemed extra eager to step up and help with Gemma still at the hospital.

"Yeah, think so." Jax answered, setting the plates down. He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." He sighed. "I'm gonna head up to the hospital with Chibs, see Gemma. You should come with."

"Alright, let me just wipe down this counter and we can be on our merry way." She dried her hands on a nearby towel.

Jax nodded, "Meet ya out front. Hey Hap." He greeted the Nomad before leaving the kitchen.

Hap nodded, and settled against the door jamb for a moment. Stevie was just finishing up cleaning a few things after their lunch. "Gotta hit the road." He rasped, twirling a toothpick between his lips.

Shit. They'd just patched things up. That's what she got for hooking up with a Nomad. "Where's Quinn sending you now?" Stevie asked, tossing the washcloth in the bin.

"Indian Hills." Hap answered, "Jury called." He took a quick breath, "He asked for you, but Clay refused. So I'm up." They moved through the clubhouse towards the lot.

Stevie rubbed at her temples. She definitely needed some fresh air. "Makes sense." She sighed. "One Killa for another, eh?"

They emerged from the clubhouse, momentarily blinded by the Californian sun. "That's it?" Hap's brows rose. He tossed his toothpick away.

"What?" Stevie scoffed, "You want me to throw a fit, whine and bitch about you doing your damn job?"

Hap shook his head once. "Nope." He shouldered his backpack.

"Good." Stevie smirked, "I don't have the energy for that." She settled her helmet and buckled the strap.

"Heading out?" Jax asked, tossing his spent cigarette. Chibs sat on his bike, buckling his helmet.

"Yeah, Jury called." Hap nodded. "Mayans pushing up on some of the club's strip joints." He threaded his arm through the other strap on his backpack.

"Let me guess," Jax sighed, "He requested Stevie, but had to settle for you?"

"Yeah, somehow she out ranks me." Happy deadpanned.

Stevie shook her head as Chibs and Jax chuckled. Before she could straddle her bike, Happy pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Chibs wolf whistled and Jax laughed harder.

He pulled back, "I'll call you later." Then he stalked over to his bike.

Stevie cleared her throat, "You better, Killa." She murmured, watching him settled on his bike.

"Ride safe, brother." Jax drawled. Hap nodded and sped off toward Indian Hills.

"Let's go see Gemma." Stevie sighed, straddling her bike. Once everyone was settled they roared off toward St. Thomas.


The biker trio was stopped short of their destination when Jax recognized Luanne holding a cloth to one of her girl's noses. It looked like the poor girl had taken a pretty good shot to the face. After confirming it was the asshole producer, Georgie, Jax instructed Chibs to gather the guys, it was baseball time. Stevie tagged along, knowing they could use the extra muscle.

The shakedown was pretty routine. Jax even threatened the arrogant producer with a clever, "Conseco does Georgie," if they had to return again to get the asshole to leave Luanne's girls the hell alone. He seemed to get the message and the crew left. They all settled back around the table, getting ready for the gun exchange with The One Niners.

"There's a ton of guys like Georgie out there." Jax explained, "If Luanne can't pay, they'll keep coming," He smirked. "So to speak." The table chuckled.

"What if she wants the 50k?" Clay offered.

Tig scoffed, "That's not gonna happen."

"Obviously," Jax agreed. "But we can offer her something else." He nodded at Stevie.

"A partner." She spoke for the first time that night. The guys all turned to her then back to Jax who nodded.

"What're ya talking about?" Clay asked, releasing some smoke.

Jax pursed his lips, "The empty gun warehouse we just built." The guys shifted a little, they knew what was coming. "Same size as Caruso Films."

"What all of a sudden you're Larry Flynn?" Clay scoffed.

Jax sighed, shaking his head, "Georgie's just a scumbag with muscle and a lease. His staff and talent do all the work. We already, have staff and talent. Luann."

"What so, we're the scumbag's with the muscle and a lease?" Bobby scoffed, obviously not convinced.

"Why not?" Jax smirked, "We offer protection and a space. Offer her a little cash for what the Feds took. Split the profits."

"I could upgrade her internet shit." Juice piped up. "Plenty of room for servers in that space."

"That's where the real cash is." Stevie agreed, "I can help Juicy with the upgrade." The men nodded. She'd been helping in the tech department more and more.

"I have a great eye for casting talent." Chibs offered with a wink at Stevie. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. Everyone shared a chuckle.

Clay put up his hand, "Clubs get into trouble when they take on too much." The men all shifted uncomfortably. Everyone was feeling the need to branch out; right in their wallets.

"Guns have been downsized, we could use the extra income." Jax assured him. Clay sighed, like he still wasn't convinced. Jax's voice rose, "It's a legitimate business, Clay." He spat. "We run it clean. Feds think we turned over a new leaf, they go away."

"And at the very least, we'll get Bobby laid." Chibs quipped. Bobby raised his glass with a silly smirk.

Clay shook his head, "Thoughts?" All the men turned to look at Stevie.

She smirked, motioning to the table, "Everybody loves pussy."

"I second that." Opie held up hand.

Juice's hand shot up too, "Third it."

Tig smirked, "I'm a very big fan of pussy." He winked at Stevie.

Clay looked defeated. "All in favor? Like I gotta ask."

All the men raised their hands, "Pussy!" They exclaimed.

Stevie just nodded, "I'm in." Juice play punched her in the shoulder. As much as porn made her skin crawl, it was a legitimate business and would help them get out of the Fed's crosshairs.

"Alright, looks like we're making movies." Clay slammed the gavel down. "We got a delivery to make."

"I'll tell Luann she's got a new partner." Jax nodded.


Stevie popped up from her hiding place to cover Opie. "Opie!" She cried, "Can the cowboy shit, will ya?!" The meet with the Niners went south quickly when Mayans showed up and opened fire. Bobby took a slug in the shoulder. Half Sack cried out again about how bad Bobby's wound was. Clay yelled to Alvarez that they needed to tend to their men and forget the guns. She reached Opie's side as the Mayan crew sped out of sight, with the guns.

"Son of a bitch!" Stevie muttered as Tig wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"You can say that again, doll." He groaned, exchanging a look with her. They both were worried about Ope.

Clay shook his head. "Everybody clear out!" That set everyone scrambling for their bikes to get the hell out of there.

Stevie jogged over to where Half Sack was loading Bobby into the van, Tig followed. They hoisted Bobby up and settled him down. "Gotta ride his bike back, Sack." Stevie murmured, tugging on Half Sack's elbow. Bobby gave them a thumbs up which seemed to snap Kip out of the trance he was in. Stevie met Clay's eyes across the lot and nodded as she slammed the side door shut. "Let's move it, prospect!" She ordered, sprinting over to her bike.


She took the long way around, trying to clear her head. Opie definitely had a death wish. It was a miracle that he hadn't been shot. She couldn't say she was any better when Jacob died. She had run to the window and screamed for them to shoot her for Christ's sake. Grief made a person do stupid, reckless things. Glancing around she realized she was just around the corner from Jax's house. She pulled out her phone.

"Hey, Jax." She spoke into the speaker. "I got the Doc, I'll bring her to the clubhouse-"

"Why the hell are you half across town?" Jax asked. "Jesus, Stevie. You're half dead, you need sleep, you can't be riding around alone like that."

"Uh, rode a little to clear my head is all. I'm fine. I'm on my way, VP." She flipped her phone shut, not giving him a chance to reply.

She knew she'd have to face the music sooner or later. First, she was going to corner Tara and Gemma and set a few things straight.

"Evening," Stevie drawled when Tara wrenched the door open.

"Stevie." Tara breathed, definitely not expecting to see the lady biker on her doorstep. Gemma appeared behind her.

"Oh good, you're both here." Stevie sighed, crossing her arms. "Doc, you're needed at the clubhouse, medical emergency." Tara nodded. "But first, I think we need to clear the air."

Gemma nodded and stepped back, Neeta, Abel's nanny came into view. "You go on, I'll watch him." She smiled, placing a hand on Gemma's shoulder before continuing on towards the nursery.

Tara held the door open for Gemma and they exited the house. The trio walked to where Stevie parked her bike beside Tara's Cutlass.

"I'm putting my ass on the line for you and this secret, Gemma." Stevie explained, feeling the helpless rage building up inside her chest. "If the club finds out and they question my loyalty...Jesus, I don't have anywhere else to go-"

"It won't come to that, baby." Gemma shook her head. "We're protecting the club, I'll make sure Clay sees that."

"I'm sure they'll understand." Tara offered, crossing her arms. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself that this was the correct course of action too.

Stevie rubbed at her temples, "They better. Shit, Gemma. I don't know what's happening, but this town is turning upside down."

Gemma smiled sadly, placing her hands on Stevie's shoulders. "Look, once things calm down and Clay has a clearer head, we'll tell the club."

Tara's phone rang. It was Jax. "Yeah, on my way." She answered.

"Guess that's the end to our little pow-wow." Stevie took a step back, grabbing her helmet. "Lead the way Doc."

Tara nodded and slid into the driver's seat. Gemma climbed into the passenger side and they roared off towards Teller Morrow.


Dearest Readers,

Sunglasses At Night - Corey Hart - I first heard this song on a vinyl record of my Mom's. She found a box in my Grandparent's basement and we sat on the floor and took a walk down memory lane. It's one of my fondest memories of her. Miss you Mom. xo

Thank you for all the reviews, favorites and follows to this story.

Special shout out to Ang R for acting as a Beta Reader for this story. You rock!

The episode 'Fix' isn't really a favorite of mine, so I'm going to be skipping ahead a bit to Eureka.

xoxo

Lumora The White