Insomnia struck me later that night. I had tried to visit Chibs again, but he was under drugs the whole time and didn't get to wake up this time. I was leaving the hospital at around midnight when my cell phone rang. I looked down at the caller I.D and saw that it was Gemma's number. Upon answering it, I was completely shocked to hear the thickness in her voice, as if she had been crying.
"Gemma what happened?" I asked immediately.
"The club..." Gemma started. "Clay, Jax, the others, they've all been arrested."
I stopped walking and felt my stomach drop. "All of them? Juice?"
"Yes," Gemma said, confirming my fears. "Except for Opie. He managed to get away. Are you coming to the clubhouse?"
"Most definitely," I said, holding back my emotions. Once I hung up on Gemma, it took everything in me to keep my cool as I rode in the taxi back to Teller-Morrow. When I arrived, the auto shop was dimly lit by the street posts, and Tara's car was already in the lot. I paid the taxi driver and hurried into the clubhouse, where Gemma, Tara, Piney, Opie, and a collection of random bikers and crow-eaters were gathered.
When I came into view, Tara scooped me into a big hug. I looked over at Opie, who looked shaken and worried. "What happened?"
"We were told that Zobelle and Weston would be at a meeting up at some church." Opie began to explain. From behind him, Piney would downing a beer. "We went in loaded with firepower; we expected it to just be some League leaders. It was a family church event."
I stared in shock at him as I imagined how the scene went down. Opie continued, "Someone-not us-fired off a few rounds and everyone panicked. The cops were there before we could even get out of there."
"How'd you get out?" The crow-eater Naomi asked in a hushed voice from the sidelines. Gemma shot her a glare to silence her.
"I was sent to chase after Zobelle and some girl," Opie said. "They got away and when I got back, they were all being loaded up into the truck."
My head had snapped back to Opie when he mentioned the girl. "Was the girl blond? Short hair? Just a little taller than me?"
The others looked at me curiously, Gemma had a look of confused horror on her face that I was worried about, but Opie nodded. "Yeah, how'd you know that?"
"That's Polly Zobelle," I said. "She's the one that talked about arson in my restaurant." Gemma and Tara exchanged a glance that I didn't understand.
After the general shock and fear settled down, the crow-eaters wandered off and Piney told Tara and I that we could stay at the clubhouse for the night. But Tara had to go take care of Abel. I, however, hurried back to Juice's room, completely willing to stay at the clubhouse for the night. Gemma told me that she'd call Rosen, the lawyer of the club.
Juice's bed smelt of him, but there was another scent that I picked up on his pillow. Vanilla extract...? A smell that I could only really smell in my own apartment. The thought that Juice had been hanging out with me enough to pick up my own scent was very comforting.
Rosen had all of the crow-eaters and random bikers leave the main area of the clubhouse so that he can speak to Gemma, Tara, and myself. I sat down right beside Gemma and she put her hand on min, patting it a few times. Rosen took us all in before speaking.
"The bail has been set at three million," He said bluntly.
"Each?" Tara asked.
"For all of them," Rosen said. I leaned back in the seat, putting my hands over my face. Where the hell would I get all that money, even if there was a bail for each of them? I was already swimming in college dues (which were barely even halfway paid), and hospital bills from the wreck. Now this.
"What will happen now?" I asked.
Rosen looked at me sympathetically. "Well, unless bail is posted by two weeks, they will all be sent to Stockton. If the bail is posted, then there will be a court hearing in a certain number of days after their bail. But if they can't get that three million dollars in two weeks, they'll be sent straight to their hearing and to Stockton."
I exchanged a glance with Tara as Rosen bid Gemma goodbye. She looked as lost as I felt.
Shelly came into my office a few days later, saying that someone wanted to see me. I left the safety of the office and walked into the dining area, to where I was surprised to find Polly Zobelle waiting for me at the bar.
"May we sit, Miss Moody?" Polly asked.
"Don't call me that," I snapped, stalking over to a table and sitting down heavily. "You have a lot of nerve coming back in here after what you said and what your dad did to the club."
Polly scoffed as she sat. "Your club are in their position because they charged blindly into something they clearly have no knowledge about. And I didn't come for my father I came for you."
I stared at her. "Why the hell would you do that?"
"To see how your jailbird was doing." Polly said. "I told you that you could do better."
I rolled my eyes at her. "You seriously came all the way across the street to judge who I spend my time with? Look, your concern is infuriating and your ideas of race is sickening, and I don't need your all-white thoughts in my face. So if you've said what you need to say, you can leave."
Polly eyed me down, still looking painfully polite. "I'm giving you the advantage of leaving the fray early. Because believe me when I tell you this: there's going to be a war between the Sons of Anarchy and the League. You just ended up on the wrong side."
"I think I'm on the right side," I snapped. "And you have no right coming into my establishment and judge my friends and family. So I'm telling you one last time: get the hell out of here and never come back."
Polly leaned forward. "You talk a big game, but you're defenseless without the Sons. And they're in prison. Who is going to protect you now if something goes bump in the night?" She got up and left and I stared after her.
If I wasn't afraid about the League before, I most certainly was now.
