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The crew is gearing up for a run to Eureka. Jax is busy getting dressed when Tara walks in, coffee cup in hand she smiles at him. "What's the run?"
"Blood drive. Children's Hospital in Eureka."
"SAMCRO community servants." Tara says leaning against the dresser.
Jax laughs, "That's what we're all about, baby."
"Yeah."
Jax takes Tara's face into his hands, kissing her deeply, just as Abel starts crying in the other room. "Aw." Jax grumbles, smiling. "My boy. The master of timing."
Tara turns to go take care of the baby, but Jax keeps his hold on her left hand making her turn back as he tugs her back to him. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I got him." Jax says heading for his son's room. Tara sits down on the bed, she places her hand on Jax's cut that rests on the bed beside her. A thoughtful look crosses her face as something just dawns on her, she turns to look at Jax who stands in the doorway holding a now calm Abel. "What?"
"I'm your old lady."
Jax laughs blowing her a kiss before he turns away and walks down the hall talking to Abel. "Come on. Let's get you some breakfast, huh? Get you big and strong."
Inside the clubhouse Rayne is sitting on the couch, her head rests on Juice's shoulder as he finalizes some work on his laptop. He shuts the laptop placing it on the table in front of him, turning he hooks a finger under Rayne's chin and lifts her head up placing a kiss on her lips.
Rayne sighs as he pulls back from her, frowning she looks up at him. "I wish you were going with us."
"Yeah, me too."
"Why do you have to babysit the cumfactory?"
"Cause I'm trying to update all of Luann's servers so we can start making some money off of the online portion of sales. Plus I'm kind of on Clay's shit-list."
"Oh who isn't?" Rayne snaps. "I swear the older he gets, the worse. He has mood swings worse than a woman on PMS." She snuggles into Juice's side as he chuckles, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tight. "You better remind the cum-guzzlers to keep their manufactured paws and claws to themselves."
Juice meets her eyes, he raises an eyebrow before glancing down at her fingers that rest on his leg. He smirks at her black tipped acrylic fingernails as he meets her eyes again.
Rayne glares at his insinuation. "There's a difference, those are my real nails under there, I only wear the acrylic to make them thicker and stronger because mine are weak. They are the one luxury I afford myself, and I can still do anything with them including working on the bikes." Rayne's posture stiffens as a sudden thought comes into her head. "Hold it!" She pulls back out of Juice's embrace, crossing her arms over her chest. "Did you just lump me in with the pornstars?"
Juice chuckles, holding up his hands in defense. "I said absolutely nothing."
Rayne mock glares at him, shaking her head, her frown breaks into a smile as Juice leans forward and kisses her.
"Those girls ain't got nothin' on you. In fact, I think you could teach them a thing or two." Juice winks, both of them laughing as the door opens and Jax steps inside.
"Hey Ray. Time to go."
The two men laugh as Rayne groans, her head falling forward against Juice's chest. The young man wraps his arms around his girlfriend, kissing the top of her head. She lifts her head up and plants a long heated kiss on Juice's lips that has both of them groaning.
Rayne pulls back knowing that if she doesn't leave now, she never will. "To be continued." She drags herself up from the couch and stomps towards the door, sulking with every step.
Jax chuckles as she reaches him, throwing an arm around her shoulders he steers her towards the door, opening it he shoves her outside with the rest of the guys.
"Hey, Jax."
The blonde looks back over his shoulder at his brother who still remains on the couch. Jax knows the look on Juice's face and nods, "I got eyes on her."
After breakfast Jax rides into T.M., the guys are packing up the van and their saddle bags in preparation for the ride. The side of the van has been tagged in white, it reads, 'EUREKA CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL S.O.A. BLOOD RIDE FOR KIDS'.
"Hey. Didn't know you were riding." Jax says to Opie as he stands beside his bike.
"Clay wants me on the relay."
"Mary with the kids?"
"The kids are fine, Jax."
Jax nods as he hears a bike start in the garage, backfiring as Bobby rides it out and parks it next to the guys. "Chitty, Chitty, Bang Bang." Chibs jokes as Half-Sack whistles, taunting the older man. "Hey, it's an old fat boy on an old fat boy. Sorry" He quickly apologizes as Bobby glares at him.
"I thought you put that beast to sleep." Jax asks as he lights his cigarette.
"This fat boy ain't even reached his prime."
"Barely looks like it can reach the end of the lot." Opie snarks as he sits on his bike.
Bobby snorts, "Best bike for a long ride. And I'd put it up against any of your pretty Dynas."
"You hittin' the gay rodeo on the way?" Jax taunts referring to Bobby's leather chaps he has on his lower half.
"Yee-haw!" Sack quips as Opie snarks, "It's Captain Chaps."
"Cowhide can take the man-hide." Bobby tells them amid the laughter.
"Get in line, "Brokeback." Tig laughs as Bobby gets on his bike and fires it up. The bike backfires, a cloud of black smoke coming out of the tailpipe.
"Aw, goddamn, man. Come on. I gotta ride behind that thing?" Sack complains as Bobby moves his bike back into line.
"Shut up." Chibs chides the Prospect. "You should be used to getting sprayed in the face, Prospect."
"Usually by Bobby." Jax laughs.
"Eat me, Chibby." Sack taunts the Scotsman.
"The thing is, I like a full scrote when I snack on someone." Chibs fires back.
"Oh, is that right?" Sack asks. "Okay, well, pretty soon you can have that."
Tig chuckles finding this conversation thoroughly amusing. "Are you gonna spontaneously sprout a nut?"
"Boing." Jax demonstrates laughing.
"No."
"What, what, what, what?" Jax asks now curious.
"Gettin' a neuticle."
Bobby walks back up at that moment, "You're gettin' a musical?"
"Musical?"
"A fake ball. A neuticle. It's an implant. Give me a sense of symmetry. Balance."
"Are you for real?" Jax laughs not being able to contain himself.
"Oh, yeah. I'm just waitin' for the V.A. insurance to clear."
"You're getting a glass ball?" Opie questions.
Sack shakes his head. "No, no. It's not glass. It's like a— It feels real. Like, uh, soft, you know? Squishy. Like, it's not— Like a real ball." Tig make a mooing sound as he demonstrates milking a cow, Sack shakes his head. "I don't even know— Come on. I don't even know what that means. It's modern technology. Trying to be open here, okay?"
Clay pulls up on his bike as Sack swats Bobby and Tig away from him, walking over to his bike he shoves Chibs. "Yeah, you're a class act, Chibs."
"What?" Clay asks feeling as if he's missing something.
Bobby shakes his head at his Pres. "You don't wanna know. Really?"
"Hey, Bobby. Shoulder gonna hold up?"
"Yeah, the shoulder's good."
"Princess, you fit to ride?" Clay hollers at Rayne who nods as she throws a leg over her bike settling onto the seat. "110 percent, Pres."
Clay nods turning to Piney who walks up as Gemma heads into her office. "Hey, uh, appreciate you takin' care of the garage while I'm gone."
"No problem."
"Tell the boys they can log some O.T. I don't wanna get buried."
"I'll keep an eye on her." Piney says as he sees Clay watching his wife. "I, uh— I know she's been—"
"She's fine." Clay assures the old man. "You just worry about the cars."
"They have my full attention." Piney assures him.
Clay turns his bike around taking point as the the others fall in line behind him. Jax, Tig, Bobby, Chibs, Rayne, Opie and Sack take their places behind their leader in their usual places.
"What do you say, Pres?" Happy asks standing by his friend as he pulls out his handgun.
"Let's go save the children." Clay announces as Happy excitedly fires off two shots into the air.
"Trigger happy nut-job." Rayne quips, smiling as Happy gives her a glare, but his grin betrays his anger. It's the first time she has locked eyes with him since he had arrived, and even though it was only for a split second, Rayne felt as though he had read her like an open book. She could only pray that he hadn't seen the underlying fear in her eyes.
The group of bikers ride down main street setting off car alarms as they headed out of town. It's an impressive sight to the people standing watch.
Once out of town the SAMCRO group breaks left leaving the pack, they pull up outside of a surplus store, parking their bikes out front. They walk inside to be greeted by Cameron and his son who lead them into the back where their guns are.
"Military surplus as cover— Whish we'd thought of that." Jax comments as they step into the back room.
"It's Edmond." Cam says of his son. "Boy's a genius."
"Oh, yeah?" Chibs quips. "Must take after his mother."
"Obviously." Edmond laughs laying a blanket out on the table.
"How do we carry?" Clay asks.
"Ten guns in each." Edmond explains. "Roll it up. Strap it on."
"Just a biker with a bedroll." Bobby comments, impressed.
"Seven riders, six dozen. That's a good haul." Tig says placing a handgun into the premade cutouts in the blanket to house the guns.
"Runs are set up for the next three months. One every two weeks." Cam explains.
"We try to cover as many runs as we can with charity rides." Clay informs them.
Opie nods, "Cops never mess with us when we're… serving humanity."
"Rest of the time, travel in twos, stay off the main roads— Should be no problem." Jax finishes.
Cam nods his approval, "The 32— Real pleased the way this worked out with SAMCRO."
"Well, you tell the scabby fence boys… I'm all about the cause."
"You can tell 'em yourself." Edmond says nodding to Clay.
"Edmond." Cam reprimands his son which causes the guys to grow curious which prompts Cam to explain. "Jimmy O, some of the Falcarragh crew… might be comin' stateside, time allows." This causes a small stare-down between the Irishman and Scotsman. Chibs says something in Gaelic followed by, "Their day will come."
Once they have the guns loaded up in the bed rolls and strapped to their bikes, the SAMCRO crew heads back out on the road, meeting back up with the other charters on the highway. As they take their places back at the lead of the pack of bikers Bobby's bike starts backfiring again. The bike suddenly speeds up sling-shoting the big man past Tig who loses control of his bike as the black cloud of exhaust surrounds him. He hits the curb and is catapulted off his bike, tumbling down the hillside.
"Tig!" Rayne yells as she quickly stops her bike and ignoring the pain in her body, rushes down the hillside to her friend. "Are you okay?" She quickly assess him as she's joined by Happy, Chibs and Bobby. He's sporting some nice cuts on his face and she's pretty sure he might have broken something.
After the ambulance had arrived, the group followed it to the nearest hospital where they stood by as the paramedics unloaded Tig.
"Sorry, man." Tig said looking up at Clay.
"You just get patched up. We'll come by after the drop."
"I'm gonna shove that bike so far up your ass—" Tig threatens as he passes by Bobby, his words fading off as he disappears through the emergency room doors.
"Gonna be just… fine." Bobby stutters as he turns back to face Clay and the rest of the Sons.
"You tend to his every beck and call." Clay orders his Secretary. "Wipe his goddamn ass, if that's what he wants you to do."
"Call Piney." Jax hollers. "Tell him we got two bikes down. Gonna need the flatbed."
"That's you. Call Piney." Bobby orders Sack.
Jax takes off one of the packs and tosses it to Opie, he takes the other one and sets it on his bike. "I got it." Clay states reaching for it.
"I can take it." Jax tells him.
"I said I got it." Clay snaps walking it back over to his bike.
Inside the hospital Happy stands with Tig as he lies on the gurney in the hallway, while Bobby is speaking to the nurse.
"What the hell are you talkin' about, you can't take him?"
"Mr. Trager has basic coverage. He can only be admitted to a hospital in his plan."
"He's bleedin' in your hallway."
"I'm sorry. We'll have to transfer him to Red Bluff. He's stable enough to travel."
"How about you give him some pain meds?"
"I can give him some Advil."
"He's got a gash the size of your attitude on his leg. Got enough Advil for that?" Bobby snarks as he and Sack walk back over to their friend.
"How much longer?"
"There's good news and bad news." Bobby says. "You're stable enough to travel."
"What do you mean? Travel where?"
"Well, that's the bad news. We gotta move you to another hospital. H.M.O. bullshit!" Bobby yells looking over his shoulder at the two nurses.
"Christ. Come on." Tig groans. "Stitch me up! Sons a bitches!"
"Call Red Bluff. We need this guy shuttled— Quicker, the better." The nurse tells the receptionist before she walks away.
"Okay." But instead of calling the other hospital, the girl picks up her cell phone and dials a number. "Hey, it's me. Run this name through your database? Alexander Trager."
"I hate Kaiser." Tig grumbles ten minutes later as Bobby wheels him out of the hospital in a wheelchair.
"Oh, shit. That bitch still has your insurance card." Bobby snaps.
"I got it." Hap says slapping Bobby on the shoulder and turning to go back inside.
"Where the hell is that deadbeat hospital?" Tig questions.
"Find out." Bobby orders Sack who grumbles, "What do you want me to do?"
"Find out." Bobby points to the ambulance awaiting them. "Ask who's ever in there."
"Clay said your task is to be my bitch."
"He did?"
"Yeah. I got one request." Tig informs him holding up a finger. "You leave that piece-of-shit fat boy on the side of the road."
"Dude, that is my—"
"Side of the road."
"That is my baby. That is the first bike—"
"No. You almost killed me." Tig yells as a blue van screeches to a halt beside them, a big bald guy jumps out of the passenger side pointing a gun at the two men. Two more guys with guns jump out of the back and grab Tig hauling him into the back of the van.
"Bobby! Hey, watch my leg you dick!" Tig screams before the door is slammed shut and the van takes off peeling out of the emergency area.
Both Bobby and Sack run to their bikes, but Bobby's bike refuses to start, he yells to Sack as the kid takes off. "Follow them! Don't lose him!"
The rest of SAMCRO are sitting at gas station just a few towns over gassing up their bikes when Clay gets a call from Bobby informing them that Tig had been taken by bounty hunter.
"Where the hell were you guys? And you just let 'em— No. No. You just wait there. You've done enough goddamn damage today."
"What?" Jax asks as Clay hangs up his phone.
"Bounty hunters. Just picked up Tig."
"What the hell for?" Ope asks.
"They didn't stop to say. Half-Sack's trailin' 'em."
"Fuck! Could this day get any worse?" Rayne growls running a hand over her head before she points a finger at the guys. "Don't any of you answer that."
"Jesus Christ." Chibs sighs. "How does that happen?"
"Ask the Jew in leather." Clay snarks.
"Could have been the hospital." Jax tells them. "Bounty hunters'll pay admins to call in names on nefarious types."
"If Tig had an outstanding warrant, I'd know about it."
"Might be out of state." Jax reminds his step-father. "Bounty's big enough, they could be haulin' his ass to Maine."
"We gotta go get him." Rayne states looking around at the guys.
"We got a delivery to make." Clay reminds her.
"I don't give a shit about these guns. I give a shit about Tig." Rayne snaps standing up from her bike. "He's our brother, Clay. The bondsmen have no jurisdiction. There's nothin' to stop us from takin' him back."
"What's stoppin' us… is six bedrolls full of illegal handguns."
"We go after him now, we got a chance." Jax tells Clay. "He crosses state lines—"
"Tig was here, he'd vote to deliver the guns."
Jax stands up from his bike, "We dump the bedrolls somewhere safe. Relay gets pushed by a few hours."
"We're going."
"Maybe we should call a vote."
"Vote all you want. I'm delivering the guns." Clay starts his bike, it catches, then misses as he hits the curb and lays it onto its side. "Goddamn it. Shit!" He starts to lift it, waving off help from Opie. "I got it. I got it!" But his hands give out causing him to drop the bike again.
Jax shakes his head as Clay walks away followed by Opie, he approaches the bike with Chibs. "On three." Jax tells the Scotsman as they each get a hold on it. "Ready?" They lift the bike upright and get it situated on level ground.
"Some days I can't even get my dick outta my pants." Clay confesses to the big man as they sit on a concrete retaining wall.
"That's what prospects are for." Ope quips drawing a laugh from Clay. "Yeah. You all right? Family?"
"I guess." Ope admits. "The road helps. Reminds me of why I signed up for all this bullshit in the first place."
"Amen, bro."
Jax sighs as he, Chibs and Rayne stand over by the bikes watching Opie and Clay chatting.
"We gotta go get Tig. This thing between you and Jax— I don't know what it is, but it's pulling focus from what we are. I'm with you either way." Ope stands up and walks back over to the others.
"He okay?" Jax asks.
"He just needs to know we've got his back." Ope says in a very admonishing tone that has Jax and Rayne locking eyes and shaking their heads. Oh if Opie only knew what they did.
"Let's go get Tig." Clay announces walking back over and climbing onto his bike.
"Finally." Rayne grumbles strapping on her helmet and following the others out onto the road.
The van full of bounty hunters carrying Tig makes a stop on the side of the road for the driver to take a piss. Tig is sitting in the back, his hands cuffed in front of him. He is still wracking his brain trying to figure out why the hell he has been picked up. He looks around the interior cabin at the men surrounding him.
"No one's gonna tell me why I got scooped up? Nothin'? No small talk? No "Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall"? "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"?" Dead silence from the men in the cab. Tig sighs. "Wow. Okay. I'll start." He looks over at the bald muscular man in the passenger seat. "I'm guessin' you played college ball there, baldy. Offensive line. Too much of a pussy to make the pro… and too stupid to graduate."
"Shut your mouth, asshole." Snaps the one sitting across from him.
"Oh, you are clearly in it because of your aggression issues."
"You hear what he said?" Retorts the bald black man to Tig's right.
"And you're at least half a fag. You're probably in love with him, and this job— It's your way of staying close." Tig quips lisping the last part like a gay man would.
The guy sitting across from Tig suddenly lurches out and punches Tig in the mouth. Tig groans in pain prompting the bald man in the passenger seat to holler at his men. "Knock it off! We don't collect if we bring him in beaten. It's Oregon."
"Oregon?" Tig exclaims. "I've got nothing outstanding in Oregon."
"2001— Assault and indecent exposure inside a livestock transport." The bald guy chuckles.
"Shit!" Tig sighs. "I thought that got squashed."
"Nope. You skipped on a $40,000 bond." The bald guys turns back around staring out the windshield and sighs, "Sick bastard."
Tig leans his head back against the wall and sighs, eyeing the guy across from him. "You're dying to ask me, aren't you? Go ahead." He turns to the black guy. "Bet you got half a stiffie, Oprah."
"Gag him." The bald guy barks tired of Tig's incessant rambling.
The man across from Tig picks up a roll of duct tape and pulls out several inches, he steps forward holding it out towards Tig's mouth. Tig head butts the guy in the face knocking him back into his seat. The black guy gets up and attacks Tig, punching him in the face and sending him to the floor.
"Jesus Christ! Break it up!" The bald guy yells as the two men attack Tig, kicking and punching the downed man.
"Okay, okay." Tig yelps from the floor. As they lift him up he yells moving to attack the passenger who punches him in the face, sending him crashing to his back on the floor, his bond hands covering his face.
"Get him outta here now." The bald guy instructs the other two.
"Get off of me! Get me outta here." Tig grumbles as they open the back doors and pick him up, dragging him out and laying him back first onto the ground. Tig groans in pain as his nose and mouth drip blood down his face, he looks up at them and starts laughing. "What are you— What are you hittin' me for? I was cooperating."
"Shit." The bald guy sighs knowing they can't take him in like this.
Tig lies on the ground laughing knowing he just gave his crew another hour at the most to find him. And that's all they would need. "Whoo!"
Back in town in the parking lot of an abandoned gas station, Rayne stands beside Jax's bike pretending to be in deep conversation with him about something. But their talk is nothing more than a smoke screen to keep the man sitting behind Rayne from prying into her soul. Rayne can feel Happy's stare piercing into her back from where he sits on his bike over by the fence with Chibs. She's thankful that they have had far too much going on for him to try and speak to her, knowing if he looks into her eyes, her secret would be found out.
"Belle."
She hears Happy call her by her nickname and her entire body stiffens. Luckily before he can approach her, Piney pulls into the lot in the flat-bed, behind him Sack rides up stopping his bike just behind the truck. Rayne sighs thinking to herself. 'Thank God. Sack I could kiss you and the ol' man.'
"Where are the bounty hunters?" Bobby asks approaching the prospect.
"They got Tig maybe two miles down the road at a hotel." Sack explains as he dismounts his bike and removes his helmet.
Clay walks up, Piney trailing behind him, as Jax tells them what Sack had found out. "They got Tig in a motel about two miles down the road. Four of 'em."
"Sporting heavy hardware." Bobby says.
"First floor, Room 12." Sack adds.
"Why did they stop at a motel?" Chibs questions, knowing the bounty hunters would want to get him out of state asap.
"I don't know." Sack tells them. "They beat the shit out of Tig on the side of the road. The motel was the next stop."
"That crazy son-of-a-bitch." Rayne says giving a dry laugh, the guys all look to her for her explanation. "He must have provoked them. They can't bring him in beat to hell. So they're patching him up."
"Aight, let's go handle this." Jax says.
"They hit a motel." Clay argues. "They got a long ride ahead of them They're gonna be there for awhile. Call up the run. Tell the boys from Tacoma, get back down here." He tells Opie.
"That's gonna take hours. We gotta do this now." Jax counters knowing every second they waste is precious time.
"No."
"He's right." Chibs turns to Clay agreeing with his V.P. "We don't know how long they're gonna keep him there."
"In broad daylight?" Clay challenges. "This is the way we stay off the radar, right? We're gonna be doin' runs up here every two weeks— with a blanket full of guns."
"And bringin' five more guys into the mix is gonna keep it low-profile?" Jax fires back, he's sick of waiting for Clay to make a decision, they need to get Tig now, before it's too late.
"We wait until dark. Somebody goes out for food—"
"We don't know they're gonna be here after dark. We got nine on four."
"You heard Bobby. They're armed to the teeth. We have no idea what kind of firepower they're sittin' on. We got handguns."
"We got surprise."
"Call the guys." Clay orders finished with Jax's insubordination.
"Call a vote." Jax growls.
"You don't call a vote." Clay snaps shoving Jax with both his hands.
"Don't you lay your goddamn hands on me!" Jax yells shoving Clay back. Rayne and Bobby jump in between the two, the brunette places her hands on her best friend's chest, gently pushing Jax back as Bobby tries to reason with the two of them.
"Hey, you two, come on! Everybody's fried. And it's my fault. I got Tig hurt. Stupid shit. But everybody's got to calm down. Huh?" He looks at Jax, "Have a smoke." Then to Clay, "Take a walk. Everybody clear your head."
Rayne tugs Jax away from the group, walking him over towards the flat-bed that has been fired up by Piney and now pulls up beside the two of them, the old man looking down out of the cab.
"Where you goin'?" Jax asks.
Piney reaches a loaded shotgun out of the window, holding it out to Jax. "You wanna get this done, jump on the back."
Jax quickly takes the shotgun, glad someone is thinking of their brother, tossing the unlit cigarette in his mouth to the ground he hoists himself up onto the back of the bed, then reaches a hand out to Rayne and helps her on board as well.
"This is bad." Bobby comments to Opie, but the big man is distracted by his two friends climbing onto the truck bed. "I got a feeling it's about to get worse." He replies.
"Chibs, Sack, come on!" Jax hollers.
"What's up?" Hap asks looking up at the blonde as the other two jump on.
"Shit kickin'." Jax replies.
Happy doesn't hesitate, "I'm in." He states climbing onto the truck bed.
"Where the hell you goin'?!" Clay yells as the truck pulls out with the five bikers standing up by the cab, each pulling out their side-arms and preparing for whatever the old man driving had in mind.
"Got worse real quick," Bobby mumbles as Clay shouts in anger.
Piney pulls up in the parking lot of the motel, the five others crouched down on the back.
"We have a plan here?" Chibs asks his V.P.
"Ask the old man." Is Jax's reply.
"All right, hang on, guys." Piney hollers as he pulls the truck up so that the back is facing the front of the motel room where Tig is being held.
"Well, it's a simple plan," Jax says sitting down as it becomes clear to him what Piney intends to do.
"Shit!" Chibs says catching on. "Arm up ladies."
Inside the room Tig is being patched up by the big bald guy, he has tape over his mouth so he cannot talk. He looks out the front window as he sees the truck backing up rapidly towards the room, his eyes widen as he realizes what is about to happen.
Piney plows the flat-bed through the front of the hotel room, the five bikers quickly rise pointing their guns at the stunned and speechless bounty hunters, who cannot believe what the hell is happening. They move forward holding the men at gunpoint as Happy jumps down form the back to release Tig.
"Don't move!" Jax yells cocking the shotgun as he stands beside Rayne, who has the bald guy in the sights of her Beretta.
"Or I will blow your balls off!" Chibs adds crouching down at the edge pf the bed with Sack.
Happy cuts Tig's hand and foot bindings off, the battered and bruised man quickly rips the tape from his mouth as he gets up from the chair. "Hey, guys. Listen, I gotta tell ya—" Tig grabs his knife off of the tabletop and places it back into his sheath. "It's been a lot of fun. Really gotta go. This is my ride." He hoists himself up onto the bed. "It's been a lot of fun. And hopefully we can do it again sometime."
"Go! Go!" Chibs yells to Piney who quickly guns the truck, peeling out of the parking lot as the group of bikers lay on the truck bed laughing. The stunned bounty hunters can only watch as the truck disappears from view, too stunned to comprehend what to do now.
"You think I got a death wish." Opie comments to Jax as they load the guns back up onto the bikes and prepare to leave. "Sounds like some crazy shit, brother. No comment?"
"Just a little cautious, I guess." Jax replies. "Not sure what I say ain't gonna land in Clay's ear."
Rayne, Chibs and Bobby all visibly flinch at that moment. Opie stands up approaching Jax, "What the hell does that mean?"
"You tell me, bro?"
"Don't drag me into whatever bullshit you got goin' on with step-daddy, all right?"
"Yeah." Jax grins shaking his head as he sits down on his bike and clips on his helmet, he looks sidelong at Rayne who sits on her bike beside him. By the look in her eyes he knows they are both on the same page. Having her on his side without question is something he cannot do without, but at the same time he fears that her unquestioning loyalty to him, may get her killed.
Once Piney and Tig had set off on their drive back to Charming, and Happy had returned to the other Nomads, the rest of the group headed back out on the road to meet up with their Oregon charter to deliver the guns.
"Guys are one short." The Oregon Pres notices as they stop before him.
"Yeah, we laid a bike down outside of Chico." Clay replies. "We got all the cargo though."
"I figured it'd be Tig. Is he whole?"
"Yeah. We're perfect."
The Oregon guys take possession of the bedrolls, giving hugs to the members of SAMCRO before everyone continues on their way.
That night as they regroup with the other charters at the blood drive location, Rayne sits at a table in between Chibs and Happy, both guys as well as Sack who sits across from her have a croweater perched in their laps trying to swallow them whole as they kiss.
"Easy with that one darlin'." Chibs cautions the blonde girl sitting on Sack's lap. "That one's got a glass ball."
"It's actually a crystal ball." Sack tells her. "Allows me to see the future of my penis."
"How's that workin' out for ya?" Chibs asks smirking.
Sack looks down as the girl rubs his dick through his jeans and smiles. "It's doin' pretty good."
The group collectively laughs as Sack goes back to kissing on the girl. Rayne shakes her head as she texts Juice from her phone. He got stuck with babysitting the porn stars at Caracara while they were gone, and Rayne couldn't help but feel worried at what may happen while he was there.
"He behaving himself?"
She looks up catching Jax's stare as he nods to her phone. She shrugs in return, "I hope so."
"Don't worry Belle." Hap says drawing her attention from the corner of her eye, she cannot fully look him in the eyes yet, not without him seeing her secrets. "That boy's crazy over you."
"Thanks, Hap." Rayne smiles.
"You roll a shitty-assed joint." Opie comments bringing her attention over to Bobby who had just rolled, quite literally the worst joint in history.
"A masterpiece." Bobby says causing them all to laugh, except Jax who stands up from the table, grabbing the nearly empty bottle of whiskey from the table and walking off.
"We get back, I'm gonna lock Jax and Clay in a room." Bobby tells them. "Gotta work this shit out."
"It's more than that." Opie comments dryly. "Jax has got to get over his dead daddy shit."
"Bollocks. Clay can't deal with the fact he's gettin' older… and the kid's pushin' him out." Chibs tells them earning him a glare from Opie, who replies, "Clay's not goin' anywhere."
"Oh, get off Clay's dick, Ope." Rayne snaps, throwing an icy glare at her friend. "That "dead daddy" was a real President. Don't open your fuckin' mouth until you know what the hell's goin' on." She stands up angrily and stalks away from the table amid curious glances from the others.
Rayne finds Jax sitting on his bike smoking, she sits down on hers that is parked beside his. He hands her the joint and she takes it with a grateful smile. As the two sit there in silence smoking and taking pulls from the whiskey bottle, Clay approaches them and sits down on his bike on the other side of Jax, his back to the both of them. Rayne waits for him to tell her to leave, when he doesn't she figures this must be something to with her as well, so she sits and waits.
After a pregnant pause, Jax speaks up. "I didn't know what the old man was up to till we were crashin' through."
"I don't give a shit about today. Where does this go tomorrow? Next week?"
"Where's what go?"
"Your need to undermine my every goddamn play. And hers to constantly follow you without question."
"I got no need to undermine you." Jax says leaving Rayne out of it. "Things I call out are about the club."
"Nah. About you and me."
"Yeah. Maybe they are. Guess I gotta get right with you— What you did."
"Yeah. You both do."
"Well, you got decades of experience. Why don't you tell me how I do that?" Jax asks, again trying to leave Rayne out of this issue. "How I get right with you tryin' to kill a brother behind the club's back—Your little trigger boy blowin' an innocent woman's head off?"
"Well, you're gonna have to figure that out for yourself, Son. But… I'd do it soon. Cause if you mention Donna or the incident again… I'll kill ya both."