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After Jax returned to his home with Tara, he set down at the kitchen table and proceeded to sew his patches back on. Tara walks cautiously down the hallway and sits down at the table at the far end, watching him for a moment before speaking.

"I wanted to tell you."

"You did the right thing, keeping their secret. You had no choice."

"You're going after Zobelle?"

Jax nods, "Yeah. I'd do the same for you."

"You already did." Tara tells him, she moves sitting forward resting her arms on the tabletop. "I can't help but wondering— your dad's manuscript. Would that be his solution? More violence?"

"If Gemma had gotten raped on John's watch… he'd have written a whole different book."

A knock at the door as both of them jumping up from the table, Jax grabs his gun and cocks the hammer as he places a hand on Tara's shoulder. "It's all right. It's ok." Tara stands in the kitchen as Jax opens the door, not surprised to find Clay on the other side.

"Sorry. I know it's late."

Down the hallway Abel cries loudly, Tara starts for the hall, "I'll get him."

"I got it." Jax tells her releasing the hammer on the gun and handing it by the barrel to her. "Come on." He tells Clay taking the older man by the shoulder and leading them down the hallway.

"Hey." Jax says as he nears Abel's crib, the baby instantly stops crying hearing his father's voice, Jax picks him up into his arms.

Jax hands him to Clay who cradles the infant in his arms. "Hey. Hey. Shh." Clay takes a seat in the rocker, he looks up at Jax, the men just staring eye to eye. "I'm sorry, Son." Clay admits watching his grandson.

"So am I."

"What they did to your mother and Rayne—"

"I know." Jax says quickly not wanting to relive the horror.

"Charges pending. Feds in town. This retaliation needs to be smart. I can't do it without you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Clay stands up and hands Abel back to Jax, who takes him placing a kiss on his forehead. "How do you want to handle it?" Clay asks.

Jax looks up at his step-father with fire in his eyes. "We kill 'em all."


At the clubhouse the next morning Jax and the others gather in the chapel, it was time to tell the others what had happened to their matriarch and Princess. Rayne sat stoically in her seat between her now returned boyfriend and Half-Sack. Juice had her hand in his stroking his thumb over her flesh, and she couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last time he would touch her after he found out what she had endured.

Bobby leans over to Jax, speaking low, "Guessing this has to do with those patches being back on your cut?"

"Yeah." Jax admits looking around the table. "I'm not going Nomad. Rayne either."

"That's good news, Jackie boy." Chibs says happily.

"Just listen up." Jax says as he and Clay glance over to Rayne, she barely shakes her head letting them know that one of them is going to have to speak.

Clay nods giving her a knowing glance, "The night of Bobby's party… Gemma and Rayne never drove into no barricade. They were jumped… on 18. They, uh, took them to the utility house— three of Zobelle's crew. And they gave them a message to deliver. "Stop selling guns." Clay pauses, he knows what he needs to say but the words are stuck in his throat. He looks around the table at his guys, then his eyes cast to the ground. "They raped them."

"What?" Tig asks.

"Oh, God." Chibs breathes out.

All eyes shift over to Rayne who sits in her chair, her head down, she's not avoiding their looks, she just can't bare to see the look on Juice's face at that moment.

"Jesus, Clay. I'm so sorry." Tig says sighing, he looks over at Rayne who glances up at him underneath her lashes. "I'm sorry babydoll. I'm so, so sorry."

Rayne shuts her eyes as Jax clears his throat, she knows he is about to tell them everything else. "That's not all." All eyes turn to their V.P. "They had another message." His eyes lock onto the younger man sitting on the other side of Bobby. "One just for you, Juice."

Juice is confused, why would they single him out if their beef was with the entire club.

"They told Rayne that she should stick to guys of her own color. Told her they wanted to make sure that she could never bring another colored thing into their white world. They raped her, again, with a steel pipe." Jax finished as he choked back a sob, he could literally see the images in his mind as if he had been there.

And obviously, so could the others, as they all had looks to kill on their faces as they eyed their Princess.

Jax continued after a moment, "They hurt her the worse, she nearly bleed out on Tara's living room floor. While we were all laughing and waiting to see my mom… Rayne was dying." Jax sniffed, forcing back his tears. "She flat lined twice within an hour on the operating room table. Lucky for all of us she's a fighter." Jax gave her a half-hearted smile and she gave him one in return.

The guys were now itching to sit still in their seats, the animals inside of them roared with abandon pleading to be released and avenge their Princess. Clay opened his mouth to speak, but Rayne's tiny voice stopped him.

"Wait." Rayne looked up at her President, "There's one more thing— that I need to tell you all." She took a few shaky breaths as she tugged on Juice's hand turning him to face her. She couldn't meet his eyes, but she could feel him staring at her. "I didn't wanna tell you like this. I wanted to tell you alone." Again she takes a deep breath and lets it out preparing to shatter not only Juice's world, but her own in the process as she had never said the words out loud. "Tara said that the doctor did everything that he could to save my life. I was bleeding internally— and the only way he could stop it— was to remove the damaged organs. He had take out my uterus and my ovaries." She tipped her head up and caught Juice's eyes that were brimming with tears. "I will never be able to have… kids."

Rayne took a breath, now that everything was in the open she felt a weight lifted off of her chest. She began to think that everything was going to be okay…. until she felt Juice remove his hand that had been holding hers. Her eyes slid shut as tears cascaded down her face, her breath became ragged as her heart shattered inside of her chest. He hated her. "I'm sorry Juice." She sobbed, "I'm so— sorry."

She looked up at Clay, who nodded knowing she needed to get away and within seconds the chapel door slammed shut behind her. She ran through the clubhouse, bursting out the front door she stopped by the table. She dropped to her knees and proceed to cry until the ground beneath her was slick with her tears.


Back inside the chapel Juice still hadn't moved, all eyes were on him but he couldn't react. On the surface it seemed as though Juice could care less about what Rayne had endured, that he wanted nothing more to do with her now. But under the table, Juice's fists were clenched so tight that his nails were nearly breaking through the skin of his palms.

Clay cleared his throat, "One of 'em was Weston."

"What do we do?" Opie questions.

"We get bloody." Chibs snaps, "And then we chop their goddamn heads off!"

"That's it! That is it!" Tig yells accompanied by Bobby.

"No!" Clay hollers, looking over at Jax the younger man takes point, looking around the table. "We ain't ever seen an assault like this. And as much as I would like to cut their hearts out… a show of force just puts us back in jail. We got to do what they've been doin'. You know, find a weakness. Unravel 'em."

"And until then, nobody reacts." Clay orders looking pointedly around at each member. "You see Zobelle, you see Weston, you see any of the crew, you— you swallow the urge to kill them and you walk on. Understood?"

The guys each nod even though they want to do the complete opposite.

"We got to get our hands on some guns. Cupboard is bare." Bobby says.

"Chinese gun source is laying low since the immigration snafu. It's going to be weeks before we see any of that shit." Clay answers.

"We got to tap our personal stock." Jax sighs. "Everyone bring in what you got."

After Clay had dismissed the crew Jax rushed out the doors to find Rayne still in her previous position, kneeling on the concrete beside the picnic table. The sound of her quiet sobs and the growing pool of tears on the ground beneath her both clenched his heart and lit a raging fire inside of him. He wanted to storm back inside and tear Juice apart limb from limb. His heart won out as he knelt beside his best friend, gently laying his hands on her shoulders he eased her up and onto the bench. He sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her, she immediately curled into his chest, her hands fisting in his t-shirt.

"Shh. It's okay Ray. It's okay." He cooed as he stroked her hair trying to calm her.

"He hates me, Jax." She whispered before breaking into heavy sobs, her entire body shaking in his embrace.

"He doesn't hate you, sweetheart. Nobody could ever hate you. This was not your fault. Juice just needs some time to process everything." Jax clenched his jaw as he gently rocked her, thinking to himself, 'He better process shit real fucking quick.'

Rayne lifts her head, her blue eyes brimming with tears as she looks at him and sniffs, "I want Hap."


While the crew gets to work at TM, Tara heads off to check on Gemma wanting to see how the older woman was fairing. She knocks on the back door and hears Gemma call from the kitchen. "It's open."

"Mornin'." Tara says as she walks into the kitchen, she finds Gemma sitting at the kitchen table, slumped down in her chair, smoking something she knows isn't a cigarette.

"Hey."

"Doing okay?" Tara asks after she sets down in the chair beside the woman.

Gemma twirls the joint in her fingers, her eyes glancing around the house. "Sure."

"It was brave… doing what you did."

Gemma takes another drag off the joint, "Had to be done." She exhales, "Snap Jax and Clay out of their bullshit."

"Had to be done for you. Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about." Gemma admits sitting up, placing her arms onto the tabletop. "Clay's never gonna want to be inside something that's been ripped up like me."

Tara is appalled that Gemma is thinking that way about her husband. "Jesus Christ, Gemma. Clay loves you."

"Love don't mean shit. Men need to own their pussy. His has been violated. He'll find another. It's what they do."

Tara returns home to Jax's to find her boyfriend in their bedroom, several handguns and rifles lay on the bed. He looks up startled as he sees her come into the room. "Jesus. I thought you were at work."

"I have that vacation time."

"Right. Shit, I'm sorry we can't go."

"Of course, I know."

"Did you see my mom?"

"Yeah. She's kind of numb."

"Maybe you could keep an eye on her today?"

"Ok."

He zips up the bag after he places the last gun inside, grabbing the bag he moves over to his girlfriend. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Jax kisses her hand before he heads down the hallway towards the front door. Behind him Tara follows, a silent decision made up in her mind. "I got suspended from St. Thomas." Jax stops by the front door, turning back his face covered in worry. "They… figured out what I did for Chibs. There's a hearing in two weeks."

"Jesus Christ. What does that mean?"

"Worst-case scenario: I lose my license. Best-case: A black mark that follows me my whole career."

"Shit."

"I wasn't gonna tell you. It's the last thing you need with everything that's been going on, but I just— I don't— I don't want any more secrets, Jax."

"It's okay." Jax drops the bag and places his hands on her neck, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "We'll get through it just like everything else."

Tara hugs him close to her, her eyes shut tight as Gemma's words haunt her mind. "You know it would kill me if I knew you were sleeping with other women."

Jax pulls back from her and chuckles. "What?"

"Cheating. That's a— It's a deal-breaker for me. And at some point, playing house isn't— isn't going to be enough."

"Tara, can we can talk about this—"

"I'm gonna want a baby, or two."

"Jesus Christ." Jax says chuckling again as his girlfriend continues rambling.

"And I need to know that— whatever this is, it's heading in that direction."

"Tara."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just— I needed to say all of that. Probably should have done it in smaller doses."

"I haven't been with anyone since this became… whatever this is. And I wouldn't have told you all the shit that I have if I didn't think this was moving towards something more." Tara starts crying and Jax pulls her close. "It's all right. Come here."


Gemma walks into the kitchen after a shower to find Tig standing at the kitchen table placing several guns into a bag. She watches him raise a nearly empty bottle of vodka and take a long swig. "You want some orange juice with that?"

"Sorry. Helped myself. Been a rough morning."

"Yeah."

Tig steps over pulling Gemma into his arms and hugs her tightly, which she returns. However he shocks her when he gives her a chaste kiss on the mouth before pulling away. "You need anything, you let us know."

"What's all this?"

"Oh. Chinese contact didn't pan out. We're collecting personal stock."

Gemma runs her fingers through her still drying hair, "I'll get mine." She heads down the hallway to the closet, where she reaches for the hat box on the top shelf which holds her guns.

"Hey, uh, Gem— Gem, Gem." Tig calls as he moves her back reaching for the box himself. "I got it. I got it." He grabs the box but he's distracted at his close proximity to Gemma that he drops it to the floor spilling the contents. He sighs kneeling on the floor. "I'll get it. Sorry."

Without thinking Gemma moves the side of her robe causing her bare leg to be exposed. She sees Tig stare at her leg, reaching down she places her hands on the sides of his face pulling him towards her waist. Tig slowly crawls his way up her body, he kisses her, she returns it wrapping her arms around him. Shoving her back against the wall knocking a picture frame down in the process as they paw at one another. Gemma gasps shoving Tig back and ripping his shirt open, the buttons popping off onto the floor. He retaliates by forcibly pulling the top of her rode open, tugging it down over her shoulders exposing her black bra. He then tugs the tie on the front of the robe off as he spins her around and shoves her back up against the wall. He unbuckles his belt, button and zipper, dropping his pants to the floor and shoving himself up behind Gemma. But as he glances down at one of the frames shattered on the floor he sees it is a picture of himself and Clay when they were kids.

He quickly pulls back from Gemma, the gravity of what they were about to do setting in. "Jesus. Jesus. What the hell are we doing? What the hell are we doing?"


After pulling himself together he grabs the bag and heads back to TM. As he pulls up on his bike he finds Opie working on the pan head he had purchased on his walkabout. He dismounts his bike and removes his helmet, walking over to the big man.

"Wow. Looks sweet, Ope. You've done a great job restoring that bad boy."

"Yeah."

"Need a hand?"

"No, I'm all good. Thanks."

"All right." Tig starts to turn towards the garage, but something makes him turn back. "Awful thing— Gemma."

"Yeah." Ope says looking curiously at Tig. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." Tig again starts to turn towards the garage, but something makes him turn back once more. "Can I ask you a question, Opie?"

"What's that?"

"The night that Donna was killed… why was she driving the truck? "

"I was taking the kids home. Needed a backseat. Why are you asking me that?"

Tig's eyes cloud over, "She wasn't supposed to be in the truck, Ope."

Opie rises to his feet, "You son of a bitch!" He grabs Tig by the front of his cut and slams him up against the tow truck behind them. He hits Tig with a solid right cross, his rings immediately splitting the man's cheek open. He then hits him with a left cross that splits Tig's lips, before he nails him with two more rights that drop Tig to the ground. Opie picks the man back up shoving him back against the truck, grabbing Tig's hair in his left hand, Opie raises his right fist prepared to hit Tig again.

"What did you do? What did you do?!"

"It was Stahl, Ope. She made you a rat. She's the one who killed Donna. Me and Clay, we didn't want to believe it."

"I came clean! Clay and I were good!"

"Found wiretaps in your truck, in your phone. The Feds put money in your accounts. Stahl, she wanted to make us think that you had turned. It was supposed to be you in the truck, not Donna."

"Opie!" Jax yells as he and Rayne pull up on their bikes seeing the fight transpiring between their friends.

"I'm sorry, Ope. I'm so sorry." Tig says sadly.

"Clay!" Jax yells pulling off his helmet and rushing over to the twosome. "Hey!"

"What the hell happened?" Clay asks running out of the garage, the rest of the group on his heels.

"Opie. Opie. Opie!" Jax calls to his best friend but Opie ignores him as he climbs on his bike and tears out of the lot. "Call Tara. She's at my house." Jax instructs Juice who runs into the garage to retrieve his phone.

"What the hell did you say to him?" Clay asks Tig. "Tell us!"

"I don't even know who I am anymore, man."

"What are you talking about?"

"I had to tell him."

"Tell him what?" Bobby asks thoroughly confused.

"That I killed Donna."

"Jesus Christ!" Bobby spits out looking between his President and Tig.

"I fuckin' knew it." Rayne snaps as she glares at Tig and Clay in turn.

"It was Stahl's fault. Opie knows."

"Opie knows what?" Jax questions.

"Stahl's the one who really killed Donna."

"Shit. He's going after Stahl. Shit!" Jax yells as he and Rayne run back over to their bikes, quickly strapping on their helmet's and taking off after Opie.

Back in the lot Piney and Bobby can hardly bear to look at Clay knowing what he and Tig had done.


Jax and Rayne stride into the police station, Hale sees them and moves over to greet them. "Where's A.T.F.?" Jax asks.

"Oh, they left a little while ago. Why?"

"Opie got wind of what happened to Donna. He's putting it on Stahl."

"Oh, shit. I just saw Opie's truck on the street. He's probably tailing her."

"I got to stop him."

"I'll call Stahl. I'm gonna give her a heads-up. Then I'll put an A.T.L. out on Ope."

Jax nods, "Any idea where she's headed?"

"She said she's got a buyer that's willing to turn on the I.R.A. It's probably someone from Zobelle's crew. They're the only ones buying guns."

"All right. We'll start there." Jax says as he and Rayne head back out to their bikes. Unser watches them walk out, he approaches Hale assuming he knows what Jax told the cop. "I'm guessing Jax told you." Hale's face is filled with confusion so Unser elaborates. "Crew found out about Gemma and Rayne. The rape."

"Jesus Christ."

"Made a decision to do right by her. Wherever this leads, whatever I got to do for them— it's on me only."

"You're gonna protect SAMCRO?"

"I'm gonna help a friend. Now, you do whatever you need to do. Understand? Consider yourself acting chief."


Back at the clubhouse Clay sits at the bar, Bobby by his side trying to understand what the hell just happened between his club members.

"What do I do?"

"I know sometimes you got to make executive decisions. I get it. You earned that power. But word gets out to our crew… other charters… that one of the founding nine put out a hit… that landed on the wife of a member? That is some very bad P.R., brother. We got to keep this to the few who know."

"So, how do we convince Opie of that?" Clay asks just as the door opens and Half-Sack walks in followed by Tara.

"He's in the apartment." Bobby tells her.

"Thanks, doc." Clay says, Tara gives him a small smile as she heads down the hallway. She finds Tig in his room and sets out cleaning up his cheek. She places two steri-strips over the cut to hold it shut. "Do I ask?"

"Just a scuffle. Me and a brother."

Tara nods, she hands him a package of gauze and a bottle of peroxide. "Clean out the scrapes on your hands."

"All right. Thanks, Doc."

She smiles at him as he walks into the bathroom, she then notices Sack walking funny. "You okay?"

"Think something may be going on with the implant."

"Going on"?"

"Can I show you?" He asks not waiting for an answer as he drops his pants and boxers.

"Uh— mm— Okay. Oh! My God." She says as she catches sight of his neuticle which is swollen and inflamed.

"That's bad, right?"

"That's very, very infected, Half-S— um— You have to get to an E.R. Now."

"All right."

The door opens and Sack turns towards it showing his implant to Clay and Bobby as they stand in the doorway.

"Holy Mary of balls." Clay comments.

"Shit. You got kind of, like, elephant nuts." Bobby chuckles as Sack turns back towards the bathroom where Tig walks out and after seeing Sack's swollen nut he retches into his hands before stumbling back towards the toilet to retch again.


Jax and Rayne ditch their bikes and cuts at his place before hopping into his Dodge truck. Jax pulls on a gray sweatshirt while Rayne tugs on a black one, they both put on their sunglasses and a black baseball cap before heading into town. In their search for Opie they spot Zobelle and Weston coming out of the cigar shop. Jax pulls the truck up to the curb as they watch the two men interacting. Rayne grits her teeth together as her inner beast claws at the bars of its cage, how she desperately wanted to kill the two men responsible for taking away the two most precious things in her life. Her choice… and Juice.

"Call me after the pickup." Zobelle instructs Weston.

"Where you headed?"

"Ule and I have a meeting at the church."

"Need me to come by afterwards?"

"I think we got it covered." Ule says with a smirk as he and Zobelle get into the car and head down the street opposite Jax and Rayne. Weston gets into his Bronco and pulls out on the street headed the other way. Jax and Rayne duck down as he passes by to avoid suspicion, Jax then takes off following Zobelle.


Back at the clubhouse Juice walks into one of the back rooms where Clay and Bobby are, he sets down the bag he's carrying and empties a few handguns out onto the floor with the other guns collected. "This is everyone's personal stock." He tells them.

"Zobelle's got enough automatic weapons to suppress a third World coup. We can't go at him with handguns… a couple of AK's and hunting rifles. We're gonna have to reach out to Jimmy. We gotta repair our relationship with the Irish."

"What about Chibs?" Bobby questions.

"Chibs is gonna have to understand. Everybody's gonna have to make sacrifices. This is for Gemma and Rayne."


In his pursuit of Stahl, Opie sees Chibs coming out of Stahl's office holding a few papers in his hand. "Oh shit, Chibs." He starts the truck and takes off after Stahl and her agent's.


Meanwhile Jax and Rayne follow Zobelle to Oakland where he parks out in front of a record store. The two are shocked to see Alvarez, President of the Oakland Mayans walk out to greet him.

"Holy shit." Jax says with a sigh.

After a lengthy ten minutes, Zobelle comes back out and gets into his car taking his leave back to Charming.


Opie sits in his truck down at the wharf, as he's awaiting Stahl to resurface he sees Cameron walk up and get into a white van then pull out of the parking lot. He then watches the agent's with Stahl take off in a black van, seconds later, Stahl walks over climbing into her car.

"Yeah, Agent Stahl returning Deputy Chief Hale's call." She says sitting in the driver's seat of her car, the door open wide. But before she can find out what he wants, Opie appears at her side pointing a gun in her face.

"Get out." Opie grabs the phone from her and tosses it over the fence in front of them.

Stahl stands up, her hands raised in front of her. "Look, I'm not sure what this is about, Ope, but whatever it is, this is not the way to handle this."

Opie grabs her gun and tosses it over the top of the car, it clatters on the ground on the other side. "Shut up."

"You gonna kill me?" Stahl says cockily before lowering her hands and smirking. "You found out something about Donna—"

"Don't you talk about her!" Opie snaps pointing the gun at Stahl's face, she instantly raises her hands again.

"Okay. What do you want from me?"

"I want you to feel… what I feel."

"I never thought that you or your family would get hurt, Opie. I underestimated Clay's capacity for vengeance-"

"Don't you dare try and pass the blame."

"I'll take my share of the guilt, okay? It comes with the territory."

"Donna was a beautiful woman. She was a wonderful mother. She was an innocent in all of this." As he speaks Stahl realizes the gravity of her situation and begins to sob. After a moment Opie lowers the gun, he removes the clip. "The outlaw had mercy." He shoves the clip into her hand. "You remember that the next time you try to twist the truth to kill one of us."

He shoves the gun back into his waistband and leaves, behind him Stahl glances at the clip in her hand, she sinks down into the seat of her car and cries.


Jax and Rayne return back to the clubhouse, walking back into the apartment they find Opie in his bathroom washing his face. Rayne sits down on the bed as Jax calls to their friend. Hey. We've been looking for you."

"I didn't kill her." Opie says walking out of the bathroom and taking a seat beside Rayne on the bed, Jax takes a seat in the chair beside them. "The rift between you and Clay— You knew about Donna the whole time."

"I couldn't tell you, man. Her getting killed was bad enough. Knowing this—"

"Yeah. What do I do, Jax? Clay. Tig. How the hell am I supposed to share a patch with them?"

"Burden lands on the club, Ope. We both know it. Clay is Clay because of us. We made him."

"Then, how do we unmake him?"

Jax sighs, "Rayne and I've been trying to figure that out. But the one thing I know for sure is we can't do this alone. I need you, bro."

Opie stands up holding his arms out, "I'm here, man."

Jax moves forward pulling Opie into his embrace, once they part Opie hugs Rayne who stands behind the two. Opie sees a silent conversation pass between his two best friends. "What?"

"I got something I want you to read."


While the three converse over how to bring down Clay, the man in questions sits at McKeevy's bar with Jimmy O. Chibs sits beside him across from the Irishman who sits beside Bobby, and Juice sits behind his President sipping on a beer, his mind somewhere else entirely as he thinks about Rayne.

"Boy gets a little twitchy if he smells a Fed. I had no idea he changed alliances."

"Bullshit." Chibs snarks.

"I'm really trying hard to be diplomatic here, Clay."

"Well, you can't really blame Chibs for being irked. You get in bed with the scumbag blew him up, nearly killed him."

"You can't kill Filip. Trust me." Jimmy says looking across at Chibs. "I tried."

"Wanna try again?" Chibs says standing up from his seat, but Clay puts an arm across him, pushing in back down into his seat.

"Enough." Clay sighs, "Make one more comment like that, Jimmy, and not only do we not get back into business, but I call McGee in Belfast and I pull all of the Sons support."

"I was out of line. Apologies. Twenty years working together. Let's not ruin a good thing."

"And no more guns to white power."

"It's already dead."

"We keep running your guns up the coast and you keep supplying us with the Russian stock. And I mean, I need some now."

"Done. I'll give you Zobelle's next shipment gratis. We'll call it reparations."

After a nod from both Chibs and Bobby, Clay holds out his hand to Jimmy. "Fair enough."


Opie sits on the roof with Jax's copy of J.T.'s manuscript, down below he sees Clay and the other's pull into the lot. He climbs down and adjourns to church, only the main members are apart of this, the ones who know the truth about Donna.

Opie looks around the table at Tig, Clay, Jax, Bobby and Rayne. "This— This club— This club killed my wife. How does it ever get made right?"

"We want to fix this, Ope." Clay says honestly.

"Yeah, me, too. That's why I'm staying."

"Good." Clay nods, "That's… real good."

"I don't want anybody knowing my business. It doesn't help me, my family or SAMCRO that this gets out. This secret dies here."

"Understood." Clay sighs, "Anything else?"

Opie exhales hoping he's not about to serve another up to Clay and Tig to be killed. "When I went looking for Stahl… I saw Chibs coming out of her office with paperwork."

"Goddamn it." Clay says.

"What?" Jax asks leaning forward onto the table.

"You need to hear him out, get the truth… and trust what he says." Opie states looking pointedly at Clay and Tig, knowing if they had given him the chance, Donna would still be alive. They owed it to him to do right by Chibs.

"Yeah, okay." Clay agrees.


Once they had dismissed Rayne headed out to the garage intent on doing some more work to her Mustang. It didn't need any real work done, but it was the only thing that kept her mind off of Juice. He hadn't said a word to her since her admission that morning and she hadn't seen him at all. As she entered the garage she found Chibs sitting on a stool, his head in his hands. After hearing what Opie had to say, she already knew what was eating at him.

Chibs hears someone approach, he lifts his head to find Rayne standing beside him. He sniffs sitting up, "Hey, darlin'."

"Hey, mo aingeal." Rayne said softly as she walked up beside him. Chibs had taught her many words in Gaelic over the years, she only used them with him. Her words translated to "my angel" which is what she had considered Chibs throughout their years together. "You okay? Your head?"

"Ah, it's fine. Just everything else is shit."

"Yeah." She moves to head for her toolbox, but she pauses looking back at Chibs, he looks so lost. She grabs a rolling stool from under the bench and wheels it over taking a seat beside him. "What's going on, Chibby?"

"I don't know."

Without hesitation Rayne reaches over and takes both of his hands into hers. He sighs turning to face her. "You ever done something that just made you feel wretched… protecting someone you love?"

Rayne gives him a smile, "You know I have. More than once." She watches his normally stoic façade as it breaks, small sobs escaping his mouth. "Oh, croí milis." She coos laying her hand on the side of his face.

"I've dug myself a good one, beag amháin. Jesus. I've got no idea how to get out." He breaks into larger sobs, leaning over he lays his head onto her shoulder.

"Oh, croí milis." Rayne immediately wraps her arms around him, holding him close, her hand stroking the back of his head. "It's okay. It's okay, gra. Yeah."

He pulls back looking into her eyes, "What do I do?"

"You tell 'em. Whatever it is. It's the only way out of the hole, baby." Rayne states, sure that she's doing the right thing and knowing she will stand by his side through whatever happens.

Nodding Chibs stands up, Rayne rises to her feet with him, he is regarding her with a smile. "You know something? I don't know what we'd do without you. We love you."

Rayne smiles, leaning forward she kisses his cheek, "Is breá liom tú ró. Now come on, let's go." She holds out her hand which Chibs gladly takes as they head for the clubhouse.


Back inside of church Jax is telling the others, now including Juice, what he and Rayne had found out when they tailed Zobelle.

"Zobelle in bed with the Mayans?" Tig questions.

"It was a buy or a trade." Jax says. "Alvarez's only commodity is heroin."

"What would Zobelle want with heroin?" Juice wonders looking over at Jax.

Jax glares at him, but answers his question none-the-less. "It's the missing piece, man. Think about it. This was never about a race war. The guns are about controlling the "H" traffic. Feeding the Mayans weapons so white can control the heroin trade."

"How's that work?" Bobby asks. "Weston and his guys are hard-core color haters."

"That's why Weston wasn't at the heroin deal." Jax concludes.

"So, Zobelle's doing all this behind his lieutenant's back." Clay surmises.

Jax nods, "Judas."

"Sounds like something we can unravel."

"Absolutely."

The door opens as Chibs and Rayne step into church, "Can I have a minute, boys?" After a nod from Clay, Chibs sets down in his chair while Rayne walks around the table to her seat beside Juice. Rayne sets down moving herself as far away from Juice as she can without leaving the table and leans to the left of the chair putting more distance between the two. Juice hasn't so much as looked in her direction since she entered the room, hot tears spring to her eyes but she forces them back as Chibs speaks.

"Stahl played my hate for Jimmy O. And I told her I'd give him up for Fiona and Kerrianne's safety and immunity for the club."

"Jesus, Chibs." Jax says with a sigh.

"I didn't make the deal." Chibs admits. "I guess Edmond turned on his old man. And if Cameron gives up Jimmy… Stahl's threatened to tell him I put the whole thing in motion. Jimmy will kill both of 'em to hurt me. I'm sorry, boys."

A moment of silence passes before Clay shrugs, "You didn't make the deal. You ain't no rat. We'll figure out a way to make this thing right with Jimmy is all."

"We're not gonna let anything happen to your family." Jax assures him.

"Thank you, brothers." Chibs says exhaling giving a smile to Rayne who winks in return.

Suddenly the door is opened and Piney steps through, "You son of a bitch!" He raises a gun and fires a shot at Clay.

"Piney! Piney!" Jax shouts as the old man fires two shots off, luckily they miss Clay as Tig covers his President with his own body. "Get the goddamn gun off him!" Jax orders as Chibs, Juice and Bobby wrestle the old man into Opie's chair.

"You okay?" Tig asks as he stands up.

"Yeah, I'm all right." Clay says nodding before he lunges for Piney. Jax and Tig grab Clay holding him back as the two men scramble to reach one another.

Opie steps up yelling, "All right! All right! Give me the room! Give me the room!"

Everyone exits except for father and son, the rest head out to the bar for a drink. After a short while Opie exits church and approaches Clay at the bar, "He's a crazy old man. You got every right to make him go away. This was about protecting me. He was afraid I was gonna kill you. He didn't want for me to take that fall."

"There's probably some truth to that fear." Clay says looking up at Opie.

"Yeah." Opie admits truthfully.

"And now?"

"And now I'm asking for you to give my old man a break. He's dead without this club." He moves back over to the church doors, "Go home, Pop."

"Let me know how you want to handle this." Piney grumbles as he heads for the door.

"Hey, old man." Clay calls out pausing the elder man in his steps. "Don't ever come into this clubhouse without your cut."

"It won't happen again."

Rayne excuses herself, walking outside she finds Tara and Lyla sitting on the picnic table chatting. "Well, I'm glad to see you two getting along." Rayne teases as Tara tosses her a glare, but it fails as she breaks into a smile.

"Yeah, we're fine." She says glancing over at Lyla who smiles in return.

"How are you?" Lyla asks, Rayne had confided in her earlier that day after Hap told her she needed a confidant and she felt that she could trust Lyla.

"I'm okay." Rayne says lighting up a cigarette, "Still healing, but okay."

"Have you talked to him?" Tara asks cautiously.

Rayne's lower lip trembles, "No. He won't even look at me. I knew when he found out that I would lose him, I tried to prepare myself for it. But… I never counted on it hurting so much." Her voice breaks, but as she hears the door open her ice cold exterior comes back.

"Be good to 'em, girls. It's been a long day." Clay comments as he, Tig, Jax and Opie walk out the door.

"She's in the office." Tara tells him referring to his better half.

"I'll see you all tomorrow." Rayne says stomping out her cigarette and walking over to her bike. Strapping on her helmet she fires her Dyna up and heads home.

"Clay." Tig calls halting his friend. "She needs to know you still love her."

"What are you talking about?"

"Gemma. The thing that's causing her the most pain… is thinking you don't want her anymore. I'll always have your back, brother. I love you." Tig hugs the man before he heads back into the clubhouse.

Clay thinks for a moment about Tig's words before he walks towards the garage office. "Let's go home." He says as he walks inside.

"Oh, honey, I should catch up. We'll be buried."

"Fine." Clay says slamming the door shut, he steps over and with one swipe of his arm sends everything on the desk top crashing to the floor.

"What the hell's the matter with you?"

Clay picks Gemma up and sets her on the edge of the desk, he leans into her, "I want my wife." Clay kisses her deeply before ripping her button up shirt open garnering a gasp from Gemma. She sweeps the rest of the papers off of the desk as she brings Clay's lips to her in a searing kiss.

Notes: Translations:
mo aingeal - my angel croí milis - sweet heart beag amháin - little one gra - love Is breá liom tú ró - I love you too