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The next day proved to be an eventful one for every member of SAMCRO.
Rayne awoke that morning to find she was in bed alone, however she smiled as she found a white orchid sitting on the pillow beside her. Picking it up she inhaled the sweet fragrance as she spotted the small piece of paper setting beneath it.
'Had to run some errands for Clay. Call you later Sunshine.'
She laughed as she saw he had signed the note with Babyboy instead of Juice, apparently he was becoming used to his nickname, even though he was less than thrilled of how he had earned it.
Folding up the note she placed it in the drawer of her nightstand beside her. Tossing the covers from her body she slid her curved knife nicknamed "Baby" underneath her pillow, before standing up and making her bed. She pulled on a red sports bra and a pair of black Capri leggings followed by her white and red tennis shoes. Rayne then pulled her hair into a ponytail as she headed downstairs to the kitchen. Opening the fridge she grabbed a bottle of water out, turning she found her four "sons" sitting on the edge of the carpet that lead into the kitchen and she smiled.
"Morning guys. Ready to go for a run?"
The four Pit Bulls barked happily as they stood up and moved back, allowing their owner to slip past them and head for the front door, they trailing behind her, their tails wagging in anticipation. Locking the door behind her once they all stood on the front porch she stretched out her long legs before stepping down and jogging down the driveway. The four dogs quickly adapted their individual positions as they did every time they joined their owner for a run.
Nearly a dark blue in the sunlight, JT, one of the two blue noses and the oldest of the four ran in front of his owner. The other blue nose, Titan, the most muscular and strong of the four, his coat shining gunmetal grey ran behind watching his owner's back. The other two, both red noses, Hades, solid black and Zeus, pure white, each ran on either side of their owner.
Neighbors and townsfolk waved and smiled at Rayne as she jogged down the sidewalks of her neighborhood. None of them found it odd or even dangerous to have four trained Pit Bulls, that could kill a man with a single bite, running the streets with no leashes. The dogs never strayed from Rayne's presence, and would only do as their owner ordered them to. Many of the children in the neighborhood played with the dogs on a regular basis, wrestling and even tugging on the dog's ears and tails, and yet not one of them had ever been injured. In fact, most of the parents were grateful to have the dogs around their children, knowing that they were safe, the dogs would never allow them to be hurt.
Forty-five minutes later the five returned to the house where they went straight to the backyard to cool down from their run. The dogs immediately dove into the below-ground pool while Rayne set up her mat on the redwood deck and began her yoga routine.
While Rayne stretched she glanced around her backyard, it was so calm, serene and beautiful, she couldn't believe that Jax and the boys had created it for her. Although Rayne had reneged the bet with Jax, he still chose to come over and help landscape her backyard. Of course he had brought the rest of the club with him to help and within a week Rayne had a paradise in her own backyard.
Tall leafy trees surround the entire fence-line of the backyard, none of her neighbors could see onto her property. Jax and Rayne had built a dog run along the far left fence that ran the length of the backyard, Rayne never had to worry about cleaning up their messes from the grass as they were trained to "go" in their area.
While the twosome were building the dog run, Ope, Hap, Tig and Juice had built her deck using of course, redwood. The dark red wood contrasted nicely against the light grey house and ran the length of the rear of the house. Stepping onto the deck from the back door, you had a large stainless steel barbeque, which they had used to break in the backyard with a party; and they had built a small enclosure around the barbeque complete with counters and cabinets.
There were three picnic tables, one on the deck and two just off and to the left of the stairs on the grass. And finally, her 12 person black granite hot tub sat to the right in the corner.
The backyard grass area was large enough for the men to play a game of football without killing one another, or to have one of the clubhouse parties in and accommodate half of the town of Charming.
However Rayne's favorite part of the backyard was the in-ground pool that took up the right side of the yard. At just over 60 feet long and twenty feet wide, it was big enough to accommodate their extended family comfortably. The pool had been the original reason Rayne had chosen the house, she loved the water. To make it more of her own, she had constructed a rock wall on the far side up against the fence. Once finished, it had a slide on the left, a flat top for lounging or jumping into the pool, which also served as a waterfall and a hidden area underneath and behind the waterfall for sitting. Small pumps relayed water from the pool to the slide as well as the flat top, pushing it over the edge to create the waterfall. This served to constantly circulate the water through the filter and regulate the temperature. She had also installed solar panels into the rocks which helped to power the pumps as well as the heater which allowed Rayne to control the temperature of the water.
After finishing her routine, Rayne fed the dogs and then adjourned upstairs to her room to shower. After toweling off she dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans held up by her black leather studded belt and silver SAMCRO buckle, a white SAMCRO halter top and her black boots. Braiding her hair down over her right shoulder, Rayne stuck the orchid over her right ear securing it in place with a bobby pin.
Hearing the doorbell ring she fastened her gun holster to her leg and placed her 9mm Beretta into the sheath, then secured her knife to the left side of her belt just in front of her hip bone. Shrugging on her cut and grabbing her roll of white gauze she walked downstairs and opened the front door, rolling her eyes at the group standing on her front porch.
"Agent Stahl, Deputy Hale. To what do I owe the displeasure of this uninvited and inevitably irritating visit."
"I have a few questions I'd like to ask you about SAMCRO and I expect you will answer them for me."
Rayne casually glanced around the woman, looking at Hale. "Is she new?"
Hale smothered a laugh, hiding his smile behind his hand as the young woman turned back to the female agent.
"Look, Agent Stahl, you can expect anything you want. But sadly, you're gonna get nothing from me." As if emphasizing her point four low growls were heard from behind Rayne catching the cop's attention.
"Pit Bulls. Why am I not surprised." Stahl quipped as she glanced down at the dogs. "What are their names, if I might ask?"
"Zeus, Hades, Titan and J.T."
"Greek Gods and Titan's, interesting choices. And J.T.? Would he be named after one Jax Teller?"
"No. His father, John Teller actually."
Stahl nodded not the least bit interested in the animals, she just wanted to be on a more personable level with the outlaw. "What happened to your hand, Rayne? Hazard of the trade?"
Rayne held up her hand showing them the stitches front and back. "Your buddy Kohn, remember? Is having severe psychological issues a requirement to be a federal agent?"
Stahl purses her lips as she sighs, removing her sunglasses. "Let's be honest here, Rayne. You may have the tattoos, the cut and the SAMCRO name, but are you really one of them? I mean, no woman has ever been allowed in any motorcycle club, until now, and yet you are still the only woman. None of the other women or old ladies have been patched in. Why only you?"
"I earned my spot." Rayne said coolly as she proceeded to re-wrap her hand. She knew Stahl wanted a reaction from her, but she would not allow the woman to get it.
"Was fucking Jax Teller part of earning it?"
"No." Rayne answered sweetly. "But fucking Clay was. I'll tell you for an old guy, mmm, he sure knows how to make a woman scream in pleasure."
By now Hale and the two other A.T.F. agents behind him are miserably failing to hide their laughter. Stahl is less than amused by the young outlaw.
"Tell me, Rayne, does prison scare you? Your tight, young, pretty body surrounded by hundreds of women just looking to make you their bitch."
"No it doesn't, you know, been there, done that. Besides, I swing both ways, sweetie. Being surrounded by women, so much fun. In fact—" Rayne finishes wrapping her hand and ties the end off. She steps up, her nose brushing Stahl's. "I've got a feeling that you play for pink as well." Rayne tucks the tip of her finger into the waistband of Stahl's pants as she whispers into the woman's ear. "I've got a whole room full of toys, I bet I could teach you a few things you've only dreamed of."
Stahl's breathing hitches as Rayne steps back with a satisfied grin. "You know where to find me. Don't be a stranger, Agent Stahl."
"Got Luann on drug charges. Cherry on theft and arson." Clay says as the crew sits around the reaper inside the chapel an hour later.
"That don't make sense." Half-Sack pipes up sitting in between Jax and Unser who had shown up to inform the club what Stahl had been up to that morning.
"She paid me a visit this morning too." Rayne smirked replaying the conversation in her head. "Let's just say, I don't think it went how she planned."
"Stahl's trying to use RICO. If she can prove her case, she can take you all down." Unser explains.
"And if we go down?" Chibs questions staring pointedly at the cop.
"Why do you think I'm sitting at the goddamn table, Scotty?"
"We got anything to be worried about with the doc? She's seen a lot of shit over the last couple of weeks."
"Nah." Jax assures the group.
"Little Miss Tara's the one who got A.T.F. here in the first place." Tig points out.
"We got nothing to worry about with Tara." Jax states. "I trust her."
The door opens and Bobby strides in, Half-Sack quickly gets up from Bobby's chair and steps out of the way as the man informs them of what he found out. "Rosen can't get through to Otto in Stockton. He's on federal watch."
"Aye, yi, yi." Clay groans.
"No calls in or out." Bobby finishes.
"Shit!" Clay exclaims.
"Stahl's squeezing him for history, huh? Using Luann as leverage." Jax concludes.
"Otto will never rat." Piney states knowing the old man very well.
"You know, it was me, and they had Gemma… I'd just give 'em something useless— some old shit, wouldn't hurt the club."
Unser shakes his head. "With RICO, no info's useless."
"The way Otto pines for Luann, he'll do anything he can to protect her." Rayne speaks up.
"Little Cherry pie - knows all about Indian Hills." Tig spits out.
"Cherry would never say nothing." Half-Sack defends his girlfriend.
Chibs continues staring across the table at his boy. "Oh, yeah? You willing to bet your top rocker on that, prospect?"
"We all have our past and present indiscretions, boys." Bobby informs them.
"Goddamn A.T.F. bitch." Clay yells. "That goddamn bitch!"
Jax seems to be deep in thought, although it seems Rayne is the only one that has noticed. "What's on your mind, Jax?" She asks garnering the attention of the group towards Jax.
The V.P. looks down the table at Unser. "Hey, they keep the girls in your cell overnight?"
"Yeah."
"You still got your keys?"
"What are you thinking here?" Clay asks his son.
"Get a message to Luann. She talks to Otto, she can warn him about Stahl using RICO."
"What about Cherry?" Sack questions.
"We'll see where she's at. You think you can get me inside?"
"I doubt the feds are working around the clock. But I got four guys, and dispatch on 11:00 to 7:00."
"Well, maybe we come up with something. Keep them busy." Tig offers already having an idea up his sleeve.
"Well, you clear 'em out, I'll get you in." Unser agrees.
"What about, like, security cameras?" Chibs questions.
"It's a police station. I got cops. I don't need cameras."
"Maybe I should go with you, talk to Cherry."
"No, retard, you shouldn't." Jax says to Half-Sack. "Me and Ope."
Clay sighs, holding up his hand. "Everybody in favor?"
"Hear, hear." The group responds holding up their votes as well. "Yeah. Hear, hear."
"Put your goddamn hand down." Clay snarks looking at Unser who slowly lowers his hand.
Tig, Rayne, Piney and Bobby dressed in plain clothes head down to a local bar to have a drink. They're sitting at the bar Rayne to Bobby's left, Piney to his right and Tig beside the old man.
"You ever get high off of this?" Tig asks twirling Piney's oxygen bottle.
"It's just oxygen."
"No, I know. I know." Tig says turning the dial on the bottle, the oxygen can be heard flowing more freely. "But can't you turn it way up and get, like… you, know, the Blue Velvet kind of thing going on?" He places his hand over his mouth and makes a sucking noise.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Piney asks turning to the other two.
"The list is too long, my friend." Bobby says downing his shot while Rayne snickers.
"Bobby, we should do this." Tig announces as he walks over to a group of Mexican's sitting behind the group.
Bobby starts to get up but Piney pauses him. "Listen, Bob. I'll do it."
"What?"
"Don't worry. I'll do it."
"All right. No, hey." Bobby stops him and removes the oxygen hose from Piney's nose.
"How's it going? How's it going? Huh? Look, guys, uh… last thing I want to do is start any trouble. My girl, she's Mexican, too. These assholes over here at this table… the shit they're saying about her."
Piney walks over to another table on the opposite side of the room occupied by a group of men and their ladies. "I don't want to bother you fellas… but I got a daughter, just about her age, sitting over there at the bar." Rayne tips her head their direction as Piney motions to her. "And them rednecks over there are saying things about your girl that are more than rude. They are downright disgusting."
"Who said it?!"
"It's that black-haired prick right behind me." Piney says.
The guy immediately gets up and approaches the black-haired guy, who happens to be Tig, who levels the guy with a punch. A fight breaks out between the groups as Piney walks back over to the bar and sits back down. Rayne and Bobby take a shot and congratulate the old man, while Tig comes up on Rayne's left.
"Well done." Bobby tells Piney.
"I do what I can."
"Our cargo's doubled. We got two heading out." Clay informs Happy while the group stands in the clubhouse the next morning. "Chief Unser here has been kind enough to supply us with a truck."
Unser stands up from his stool and pulls some papers out of his shirt pocket, holding them out to the assassin. "Shipping manifests for two pallets of electronics. 180 pounds and 98 pounds."
Happy takes the papers while Clay tells him the rest. "That ought to get you and the cargo across the Canadian border without a stop."
"Perfect." Happy's deep voice rasps. He shakes his head as Clay hands him an envelope. "This is my gift to you. You know my mom's real sick. She's in a home in Bakersfield."
"Yeah."
"I'm thinking about going Nomad. I can spend some more time with her."
"You know there's always a seat at the table for you, my brother." Clay smiles as the two embrace in a quick hug.
"Thank you."
"Absolutely." Bobby agrees as he hugs the taller man.
"Thanks, Bobby."
"You let us know if your ma needs anything, killer."
"Thanks Tig."
Hap hugs the rest of the guys goodbye before he turns to his other men. "Let's move out."
"He seems like a nice fella." Unser comments, prompting Clay to spit out the shot he had just drank as the others give him weird looks and Rayne bursts out laughing as she follows the killer out of the clubhouse.
Up at the cabin Rayne stands outside chatting with Happy. "You know your birthday's coming up soon. Any idea what you want?"
Rayne shakes her head as she leans against the truck, her thumbs hooked into her belt loops. "Nothing, Hap."
"Really?"
"Really. I got my family, a good man and a nice bike. What more could a girl ask for?"
Happy smiles. "How bout some new ink?" Just as he suspected, her eyes lit up with anticipation. "I'll make you a deal. I'll tat you for your birthday, but there are two catches."
"Okay, what?"
"I get to design it and decide where it goes." He smirks as her eyes narrow. He knows that while she trusts him with her life, she has a hard time relinquishing control.
Rayne stands stoic for a moment thinking, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Finally after a minute she sighs. "Deal."
The two turn as as they hear Gemma inside hollering at the kids to wrap up their love session. Happy heads inside to help Cameron out to the truck and with Rayne's help he gets the injured man up into the cab. The women then turns to the short redhead beside her.
"You take care of yourself alright, Cherry?"
"You too, Rayne." She glances back at Half-Sack and Rayne smiles. "Don't worry, I got eyes on him for you."
After a quick goodbye kiss on her lips from Happy, Rayne mounts her bike, finally able to ride without her hand tearing open and straps on her helmet. Once Jax and Half-Sack are with her, the three of them head back to the clubhouse as Happy and the Tacoma boys head the other way.