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The next morning Rayne is sitting beside Piney on the edge of one of the picnic tables outside the clubhouse. In front of her Chucky is fluttering about in an apron filling up the guys' coffee mugs, minus Clay who decided a beer first thing in the morning was his poison of choice. Her Pres was sitting at a small folding table before her, alongside Tig and Opie who sat quietly sipping their coffee.
"Yeah, thanks." She turned her head to the right as she heard Bobby's voice, he was walking out of the clubhouse followed closely by Jax and Chibs.
"Yeah." Bobby roughly shuts his phone placing it back into his pocket. "The ten grand we sent Serg's guy in Vancouver? It's gone. Guess mercenaries aren't real big on refunds."
Rayne watches Opie stand up, anger written on his face as he thought about selling his Panhead for the ten grand that was just wasted.
"And the money we made on the roids was in the bag the Mexicans took from idiot." Chibs says pointing at Juice who had followed them out and was sitting on the bench in between Rayne's legs. The two had not gone any further than the kiss they shared the previous day, Rayne was adamant on Juice gaining Happy's permission, much to Juice's chagrin.
"We're tapped." Bobby sighs as Opie throws his coffee mug to the ground, the shattering of glass saying how they all were feeling. "We have a very expensive excursion in front of us."
"What about the other drugs?" Jax asks.
"No street value." Juice responds. "Black market scrips. We need a way into the clinics."
"When we blow off that bail hearing this afternoon, we're underground." Clay tells them all. "It's gonna be a little hard to earn. You think maybe Tara can help us move those scrips?"
"That's not gonna happen." Jax states.
"I don't agree, but I don't see any other way, Jax." Rayne says trying to reason with her best friend, who tosses an icy glare her way causing her to visibly flinch.
"I said no."
"She's your old lady." Clay reminds him.
"I don't care!" Jax yells.
"Hey, where we at with the Mayans?" Opie says, trying to diffuse the tense situation.
"Based on that delivery schedule, that dope shipment's set to leave for Stockton today at 1:00." Tig confirms still having the photo of the schedule on his phone.
Piney stands up from the table, "Now, that route from Lodi to Stockton is all main roads and highways. No place off the grid to take it down."
"Then let's get creative." Jax says. "They're trying to stay under the radar, right? Means there won't be too many bodies."
"What time is the meet set with Alvarez?"
"Three." Tig answers Clay, pushing his hair back rom his face. "I left word for him at his warehouse. Hopefully he'll show."
"We snatch up his heroin, he'll show. We got a vote to get out." Clay says standing up as Kozik walks over from the garage.
Rayne watches as Tig's entire demeanor changes, his arms crossing over his chest as he sinks down into his chair. He reminds her of a sulking toddler after they get their favorite toy taken away from them. She rolls her eyes as he tosses a glare at Kozik, a small smile playing on her lips. Tig had been holding a grudge against the blonde biker for years, and it didn't seem like he'd be letting it go anytime soon. She just hoped that Tig's disposition wouldn't affect his decision on the vote, they needed all the able bodies they could get right now.
"Hey, what's up, Chibby?" Kozik says shaking the Scot's hand. "Got my transfer letter."
"Oh, good." Clay says taking the paper from Kozik. "All right, we got the prospects and Happy inside. Let's get it done."
"Hey, give me a minute?" Kozik asks stepping on front of Tig as Clay and the others walk inside. "Look, man, I know…" He accidently knocks over Clay's still half full beer bottle and quickly picks it up shaking the liquid from his hand. "I know-"
"What?" Tig questions placing a finger over the mouth of the beer to stop the foam from escaping. "What do you know?"
"I'm not expecting you to be okay with this."
"Good."
"I can be an asset to the charter. All right? I'm just asking you to give me a chance."
"You done?" Tig asks after a moment of silence.
Kozik sighs, this was getting old. "Yeah."
Inside the chapel the Mother charter had just voted to bring on three new Prospects, the vote was a unanimous yes.
"Bring 'em in." Clay says slamming the gavel down.
"Come on." Tig says opening the door and allowing Phil, Sheppard and Miles to enter the chapel.
Chibs stands up and hands over three brand new cuts to the men. "Well, boys… The easy part is over."
"I get it, man." The Prospect Sheppard says.
"Shut up!" Jax snaps cutting the kid off. "You don't say anything unless a member tells you to."
"Prospect period ends minimum one year today." Tig informs them.
"Dues are 75 bucks a month, due on the first." Bobby adds.
"Welcome. Don't get yourself killed." Clay says as they put on their leather.
"And get the hell out of here." Opie orders them.
"Shut the door!" They whole crew yells as the three file out not bothering to grab the door. Phil ducks his head quickly back in and closes the door as ordered. The group breaks into laughter, it was so much fun to fuck with the new guys. They had all been there at one point, so it was nice to be the ones dishing it out for once.
Clay places a cigar into his mouth before he speaks, looking down at the two papers in his hand. "I got two requests for transfer, one from Tacoma… one from the Nomads. Kozik and Happy both want to be a part of SAMCRO. Just want to say, for me… both these guys would make welcome additions. And to be honest, we need you. So… let's vote it. Happy? Yea."
A round of yea's chorus around the table, along with an "Aye" from Chibs and a "fuck yea" from Rayne that draws a large grin and a wink from the tattooed assassin.
The last member to vote is Jax, he gives Happy a long hard look, before he smiles and yells, "Yeah!"
Clay smirks before he moves on to the other, "Kozik, yea."
"Nay." Tig says immediately dispelling the need for any other member votes.
"Jesus Christ." Clay says as the group sighs. "Really?"
"I don't trust him, man." Tig confesses staring at Kozik.
Clay shakes his head as he slams the gavel down, ending the meeting. The group files out into the main room, heading for the bar where the Prospects are bringing out more cases of beer.
Jax hands two items to Rayne and nods towards Happy, she smiles big as she saunters across the bar towards him. "Yo Hap!" The man in question looks up as she flashes the objects in her hand to him. "Lookie what I got."
The bald biker grins large as he steps forward and picks Rayne up in his arms, her legs locking around his waist as his hands palm her ass. Rayne laughs as Happy lays a big wet kiss on her lips, she laughs as he pulls back. "Welcome to your new home, Beast."
Happy shakes his head, "My home's wherever my mom and you are Belle."
Rayne blushes as he walks over and sets her down on top of the bar, her eyes meet those of Juice who is less than happy at the two's relationship. Rayne simply raises her eyebrows giving Juice a "step up" look, if he wanted her, he knew what he had to do to get her back.
"Sorry, man. I thought he was on board." Clay tells Kozik as the others celebrate.
"Whatever."
"You stick around, you understand?"
"Yeah. Tig just wants you to know how big his dick is." Jax jokes, hoping Kozik doesn't get ideas to leave, they really did need him. "We'll vote again in a couple weeks. You'll be SAMCRO."
Kozik nods, glaring a hole through Tig. "Yeah? I'm gonna start the healing." Kozik walks up and nails Tig in the middle of his back with a hard punch.
Jax laughs crossing his arms and getting ready for the show, this was gonna be a bloody, knock down, drag out fight.
Tig stands up with the help of Piney, he turns glaring at Kozik. "You son of a bitch."
"No fun getting sucker-punched, is it?"
"No, it's not!" Tig yells as he rushes Kozik and throws the both of them up onto the top of the pool table.
Juice quickly starts shoving all of the chairs and couches out of the way as the two grapple along the floor. The other sitting by with beers in hand, cheering on the two combatants.
"Should we do anything?" Phil questions Jax, who turns to the heavyset man, "Yeah. Get some brooms. There'll be a lot of shit to clean up."
"Boys!" Chibs cheers.
"Don't dance, hit him!" Happy growls as he stands beside the bar, Rayne leaning on his shoulder watching the fight with rapt attention. This was starting out to be a hell of a good day.
Riding through this world, all alone. God takes your soul, you're on your own. The crow flies straight, a perfect line. On the devil's bed, until you die. Gotta look this life in the eye.
After the fight concludes, both the guys bloody and bruised, Clay heads to the hospital to see Gemma. He's standing in the bathroom by the sink as Gemma pees, he glances down at his watch. "Bail hearing's at 5:00."
"Where do you drop out?"
"Not sure. I'm hoping Unser can help. Just need a few days. Figure out a way to Belfast."
"Can you go commercial, fake passports?"
"No. We'll be fugitives with photos on file. I'm gonna reach out to Oswald."
The two exit the bathroom to find Lowen leaning up against the cabinet, "Good morning. Everything okay?"
"Yeah. I get lonely." Gemma says as she climbs back into bed, Lowen chuckles.
"They doing this interview now?" Clay asks.
Lowen nods, "Soon. I spent all night wrestling with the U.S. Attorney's office. They've agreed to take the death penalty off the table if you plead guilty to the two murders."
"Visitation?"
"One thing at a time."
"Jesus." Clay shakes his head.
Gemma reaches out and takes his hand in hers. "Okay."
After a short chat with Lowen, Jax and Rayne head down to the chapel where Stahl is sitting inside waiting for them.
"I just talked to Lowen." Jax says as the two sit in the pew behind her. "She said our bail hearing's still on the Sanwa docket."
"My super was impressed with Luke. Put me back on the Irish. Limited basis."
"You're welcome." Rayne scoffs.
"I've convinced him that I need SAMCRO out of jail right now, but getting through to county is going to involve a lot of favors."
"Not my problem." Jax states.
"No. But this is." She hands Jax a small blue file folder, inside is a single piece of paper. "It's Gemma's statement about what happened with Polly and Edmond at the safe house."
"Wait a minute. This— I don't get it."
"You don't have to. Just make sure that your mother feeds the details back to us. If you want her clear of the homicide, get her onboard."
"Okay."
"I'll make sure that we keep you out of jail for a couple more weeks."
After Stahl exits the chapel, Jax rolls up the folder and shoves it into his cut, just before Clay walks into the room. He gives the two of them a curious look, "What did Stahl want?"
Jax shakes his head, "More demands."
"What?"
"What the hell is going on with Tara?"
Rayne shrugs just as Jax does before he sits down in the pew beside Clay, "I don't know. She's a surgeon, Clay. She's in that room saving lives every day."
"And your point?"
"Well, that's the opposite of everything I am."
"Aah, that's your guilt talking."
"I don't know. Maybe."
"She's just a chick. Don't complicate it. You got to make a decision, son. She's either in or out."
"I know."
"But if she's out… you don't let that hammer fall until she moves those scrips for us. We don't get that cash, we don't get your son." Clay get sup and walks out leaving the two friends alone.
"Jax," Rayne says softly getting his attention. "I know you don't want Tara involved in our lifestyle, and I understand that. But you need to decide what is more important to you right now… protecting Tara… or finding Abel."
Rayne stands up and moves for the exit, she pauses with her hand on the door. "Clay's right, Jax. She's either in, or she's out. But you and I both know, as long as she's with you, she'll never be fully out."
After Rayne leaves, Jax goes to find Tara, she takes him into an empty waiting room to talk. "What's going on? This about Gemma?"
"No. I need to ask you for a favor."
"Okay."
"The club came into some prescription drugs. Mostly HIV stuff. I was wondering if you know a clinic that might need it."
"Black market?"
"I just need a name."
"Yeah, you're gonna need more than that." Tara sighs thinking hard about her decision. "I know where to take it."
"You're not taking it anywhere."
"They're medical professionals, Jax. They're not gonna buy drugs from a biker. I know the money is to get you guys to Belfast. Let me help?"
The others in the club split up into two groups, Rayne climbs into the front seat of the van with Opie riding shotgun, Tig and Happy riding in the back. They drive out to intercept the Mayan's shipment heading towards Stockton. As the Madina company van comes to a stop at a light, Rayne pulls the club van up beside them. The back door slides open a few feet revealing Happy, he pulls out his silenced gun and fires a round into the left rear tire.
The lights turns green and the van takes off with the two Calavera's riding behind it, none of them the wiser at what happened. They only make it a few miles before the tire blows out and they have to pull over off the side of the road.
Conveniently Kozik and Piney happened to be driving by in the tow truck, they pull over and exit the truck.
"Looks like you fellas need some help?" Piney questions the five Mexicans. "Tire blew."
"Doing construction up ahead." Kozik informs them. "You probably picked up a bolt. We've been making runs out here all week."
Piney looks past the, to the van's tire, "Looks like you're gonna need a new rim. There's a tire shop up off of Mills. I can hook you up and pull you in. Forty bucks."
None of them answer so Piney shrugs, "No skin off my nose."
Kozik follows Piney back to the truck, he hollers over his shoulder, "Just handle it soon. The cops'll tow you after three."
"All right. My guy's gonna ride with you."
"All right, man." Kozik says as he and Piney prepare to hook up the van.
Back at the hospital Gemma is looking over the paper that Jax had just handed her. "What the hell is this?"
"It's your statement for the Feds."
"Where did you get this? Who wrote it?"
"I can't tell you that. Not yet. This is what happened at the safe house. Point for point."
"This is from Stahl, isn't it? What did you do?"
"I'm protecting my club and my family."
"Do not get in bed with this bitch."
"This is not up for discussion. You hear me? Right now, you're not my mother. You're just a member's old lady. And I am telling you this is what you need to do to protect SAMCRO."
"Jackson, we—"
"Mom, you need to trust me. And this has to be our secret."
Twenty minutes later the Mexican guy sitting shotgun in the tow truck is getting nervous, as Piney pulls off of the main road and starts down a dirt path. "Hey, where the hell are you going?"
"A shortcut." Kozik calmly answers back before he slams his elbow into the guys face, before opening the door and shoving him out.
The two Calavera's fly past the guy chasing after their van, but as they come around a blind corner they find the Sons standing in their way, guns drawn. Happy stands front and center, flanked on his left by Juice and Rayne, then Bobby, Tig and Opie on his right.
"Oh, shit!" The two holler before flipping a 180 and speeding out of there, as the Sons fire off shots into the air behind them.
The group gets back in the van and drives up the road to meet up with Kozik and Piney. Opie unloads one of the barrels from the van and pops the latch, lifting the lid off. After rooting around in the powder for a moment he smiles, " I think I found the prize." He pulls up a plastic bag containing over 100 small balloons.
"Juice, pop the others." Tig orders.
Juice nods, "Got it." He climbs up into the van and proceeds to pop open the other drums.
"Mm-hmm. Oh, look at that." Bobby laughs pulling out a handful of the balloons.
Chibs sticks his knife into one of the balloons, drawing out a small amount of white powder inside. Bobby steps forward touching his pinkie to a small amount of the white powder on Chibs' knife. He wipes it onto his tongue and nods a moment later. "That'll get rid of some stains."
As Chibs sniffs a small dab of the powder, Bobby congrats Kozik on a job well done. "Good work, boys."
Kozik nods feeling like a part of the team even without the patch-over, but his good mood fizzles as he catches Tig glaring at him.
The group heads back to T.M. to meet up with Clay, he informs them that he talked with Unser and the old man isn't gonna help them go AWOL. Not that it was a surprise to the crew. Afterwards they mount up and ride out to meet up with Alvarez, joining up with T.O. and Bastards along the way. All three crews pull up to an old bridge outside of Stockton. Parking their bikes up top, they make their way down and underneath the bridge where Alvarez, Hector and their crews are waiting.
"What is this, Clay?" Alvarez asks, wondering why they had called him for a meet.
"We know you're patching over the Calaveras."
"Cutting and bagging heroin at the janitorial supply house, piping it to Stockton." Jax adds, while beside them Juice smirks, glaring a hole through Hector.
"If you're here to declare war, consider it already on."
"We're tired of getting bloody. Your attack at the wake, our attack at Zobelle's getaway. Why don't we just call it even?"
"Too much history to be even, Clay."
"That's my point. We've been doing this too long, Marcus. Nobody ever wins."
"Get to the point, ese."
Clay nods to Chibs who steps up and drops a black duffel bag on the ground. He opens it to reveal the balloons of heroine they had taken from the van.
"I think that you lost something." The Scot says holding up a handful for Alvarez to see.
"You stupid little shit!" Marcus snaps before he grabs Hector by the front of his cut, the two yelling at one another in Spanish before Marcus shoves Hector away from him.
"Moving high-risk cargo is tricky. Things tend to get lost in transit. However, if it comes across our borders again, we can guarantee safe passage to Stockton."
Jax continues where Clay left off, "And that's why you're patching over these idiots, right? So shit like this don't happen. We got a better idea. Our brothers in Lodi are more capable, and with our support, your new enterprise is protected."
Clay smirks at Marcus, "Trying to make peace here."
"And how much is peace gonna cost me, Clay?"
"I'll let the Bastards negotiate their own fee. For us, just a toll. 25 K a run."
"We'll consider this the first run." Jax says.
Marcus scoffs, "Last time we made a deal, I lost my son."
"Yeah, and you tried to assassinate me. It's what we do. It ain't personal. It's just about the cash. This is the best play… for both of us."
Marcus takes a moment to think it over, he has a word with his V.P. who nods in agreement. "Okay."
"Means no Mayan charter in Lodi." Jax reminds him.
"Shit." Marcus chuckles, "None of these bitches would have made the cut anyhow."
"This is bullshit, Alvarez. You can't—" Hector starts, but he's cut off by the Mayan's V.P. who shoves him back, then punches him in the face, something that greatly pleases Juice.
"I need one more thing. There's a rat up at St. Thomas. Testifies at the end of the week."
"Pozo." Jax says.
"Yeah. You handle that, and we're good."
"Handled." Clay says before he shakes hands with Marcus, followed by Jax. "I'm glad we found your merchandise."
"Hey, I think you lost something, too." Marcus says as he takes something from his V.P., then turning around he tosses Juice's cut back to the young biker.
"Look at this, huh?" Tig smiles as he claps Juice on the back.
"How could you let those bitches take your cut, ese? You're an embarrassment to Latinos everywhere." Marcus says to the young biker, Rayne can be heard laughing behind Juice.
Juice nods as Rayne then steps up and takes his cut from him, holding it out she slides it up his arms and settles it onto his body. Turning him to face her she lightly kisses his lips, "One down." She smirks as his eyes flit over to his left where Happy stands. He nods as he turns back to face Hector, who is mouthing off to Marcus.
"You just gonna bow to these assholes, huh?"
"Hey, hey, hey, you mind?" Jax says grabbing Hector by the back of his cut. "What's up, home boy?" Jax looks over to Juice, "You make this right."
"Yeah." Juice grabs Hector as Jax shoves him towards him, punching him in the face twice. Hector falls to the ground where Juice kicks him repeatedly, before picking him up and raining punches down on the man.
Over the next hour the Sons kick several plans into motion. One is Jax and Tara taking the HIV drugs up to her friend's clinic, where unbeknownst to them, Darby happens to be. He sees them handing over the drugs, and shortly thereafter he meets up with Jacob Hale. After the two converse, Hale calls the SANWA sheriff and informs them of the illegal drugs, which prompts them to plan a raid on the Son's clubhouse.
The other plan involves Opie and Chucky playing decoy to lure the security guards out of the restricted area, allowing Tig and Kozik to sneak in and off the rat that Marcus told them about.
Back at the clubhouse, inside of the chapel, Tig and Kozik are at it again. Apparently, things at the hospital didn't go quite to plan and now the two are having yet another yelling match.
"Brains before bullets, asshole." Tig yells, pointing at the sign on the wall.
"Really?"
"You slammed the side of his head. Wham! Ok, now, they see that, that's gonna point to homicide."
"And cyanide won't?"
"His heart stopped. Could be for a hundred reasons. I mean, even if they do an autopsy, it'll take days. We'll be long gone."
"Well, if you hadn't let the little bitch clock you, this never would have happened, right?"
The two advance on one another, Rayne has by now officially had enough. She stands up and quickly rounds the table, putting herself between the two of them. "Hey, hey, hey! Enough! I have had it with you two and your childish bullshit! You wanna swing on each other fine, go ahead, but you're gonna have to hit me to do it and we all know what'll happen to you if I get hurt." She says her voice deep as she gives each man an icy glare. "Now shut the fuck up and sit down. Both of you."
Grumbling to themselves they do as they are told, neither wanting to go a round with the fireball woman, they had plenty of times before and it ended very badly for them both.
"You blocked the only camera." Clay says as they sit down, throwing a wink to Rayne, a silent thank you. "There's no witnesses or prints. We'll be alright."
Next thing the crew knows, the sound of a door slamming open and loud shouts are heard throughout the clubhouse. They all quickly jump to their feet and open the door, they are greeted by several dozen SANWA deputies as well as Charming PD.
"Get on the ground! Get down! Get down! Now!"
The group all collectively drop to the floor, placing their hands over their heads as they are told. Half an hour later not finding whatever it was they were looking for, the cops get back into their squad cars and head out of the lot.
"Clubhouse and garage are all clean. No pharmaceuticals." They hear one of the deputies say.
Jax looks over at Clay, "This ain't about Pozo. This is search and seizure."
"They're looking for scrips." Bobby adds.
"How the hell did they know?" Juice questions.
Tig's phone rings, he steps out of the circle to answer it.
"This is bullshit." Clay says as he walks in front of a SANWA car, the driver honking at him, as he continues over to Unser's car. He grabs the car door as Unser gets in, yanking it out of the older man's grasp. "We were face-to-face a couple hours ago. You can't throw me a hint this shit's gonna go down?"
"I didn't know. It happened fast."
"Yeah." Clay snaps slamming the door shut. "It sure did." He walks back over to the others, "Cancer boy? Dead to us."
"Clay, Gem just called. Oswald's on his way now." Tig informs his Pres.
Clay nods, "Call our friend. We got a half an hour to pull this shit off."
As Jax and Clay head towards the garage, Opie approaches a silver car as it pulls into the lot. The driver being his girlfriend, Lyla, who gets out and looks around concerned. "What were all the cops here for?"
"Ah, they're just rattling our cages. What's she doin?" Opie asks as Ima gets out of the passenger side of the car and heads towards the garage where Jax is.
"Uh, gave her a lift on my way to pick up the kids. I need the Caddy."
Ima approaches Jax, who sits on his bike beside Clay. "This is probably a bad time, but I was hoping to get that lift home."
"You're right, it is a bad time."
Ima nods, she heads back over to the clubhouse as Clay and Jax pull out of the lot. She gives Juice and then Happy a flirtatious smile, only for Rayne to step in between her and the two men.
"Roll your eyes back in your head, or I will snatch them out, bitch." Rayne growls as she stands in front of Juice and Happy. "None of them want your nasty pussy anywhere in the near vicinity of them."
Ima nods quickly before she steps over with the rest of the croweaters that are milling around the boxing ring.
As Jax and Clay reach the restricted floor where Lowen is awaiting them, they see several guards milling around,
"What's going on?" Jax asks.
"A Mexican guy died. Some kind of seizure." She responds.
"Huh." Jax shrugs.
"I spoke to the Sanwa D.A. The bail hearing's been pushed ten days."
"You're kidding." Clay says, but Lowen shakes her head. "What happened?"
"Backlog of bad guys, I guess. See you, then. Good night, gentlemen."
"Good night." Jax says as she takes her leave.
"Thank you." Clay hollers after her, to which she gives a wave over shoulder before she gets on the elevator.
"I'll wait for our friend." Jax says as Clay heads for his wife's room.
In her room Gemma is conversing with Elliot Oswald, the holder of the Sons bail. "This is about my grandson, Elliot. We know where he is. Belfast."
"I thought Jax said he was in Vancouver. How do you know he's in Ireland?"
The door opens and Clay steps in answering, having heard Elliot's question. "Club has a charter in Belfast."
"We just need you to hear us out." Gemma says pleading with the man.
"Look, I'm sorry about Abel. I really am. But if I got a shot against Hale, I can't be associated with SAMCRO."
"Not gonna be any more blood in Charming." Clay assures him. "Our beef with the Mexicans? Put away. Pretty soon people are gonna forget about the drive-by, and it's gonna be business as usual."
Elliot scoffs as Gemma speaks to him, "We need your help."
"Your, uh forestry equipment, how do you get it overseas?"
"I run cargo jets out of Stockton. Why?" Within a minute of looking at Clay's face, Elliot knows why he asked. "Oh. You want passage to Belfast."
"Just found out the bail hearing's been pushed. Your bond won't be at risk." Gemma assures the man, trying to get him to agree to this, they need his help.
"Gives us a little bit more than a week to find our grandson."
Jax enters the room, nodding to Elliot before he speaks low to Clay. "Our friend's here."
"Come on." Clay says nodding towards the door, they all step out and Elliot follows the two bikers down to the chapel, inside stands another biker waiting for them.
"Elliot Oswald, Marcus Alvarez: Founding member, Mayan Motorcycle Club." Clay says introducing the two men.
"What's this about?"
"Proof that the violence is over." Jax tells him and Marcus confirms it with a nod, "We've come to an understanding. Sons and Mayans, we're good. No more bloodshed. I promise." He then picks up a small envelope and hands it to Clay. "Paying the toll." He walks towards the door and nods to Jax, "I hope you find your boy, huh?"
After Marcus leaves, Elliot flops down into one of the pews, "I got a cargo heading to Manchester, U.K. tomorrow. Taking off out of Stockton Metro, 6 p.m. sharp, not a minute later. We can um— We'll work out the details in the morning."
"Thank you." Clay says taking Oswald's hand and shaking it.
"You're welcome. Good luck." He says to Jax before he takes his leave out of the hospital.
At the clubhouse the rest of the group are celebrating Happy's patch-over with several rounds of shots. Rayne stands next to the pool table where she and Kozik are locked in a heated battle. She's already cleaned him out for 200 bucks and like the gullible man he is, he agreed to double or nothing.
Juice sits at the bar staring at his ex-girlfriend; he missed her. Her kisses, her touch, falling asleep with her in his arms, hell he missed everything about her. His eyes glanced to Happy who sat on the couch behind Rayne and he sighed, his mind made up, there was only one way he was gonna get her back. Standing up he chugged down the rest of his liquid courage and approached his brother.
"Hap." The man in question raised his head to look at Juice, as did Rayne and every other set of eyes in the room. "Can we talk?"
Hap watched Juice's eyes move from him to Rayne, he nodded as he realized what this was all about. Slowly standing up from the couch he motioned to the door. "Sure. Let's talk."
Juice followed Happy outside, Rayne and the rest filing out behind them, this wasn't something they were going to miss. Rayne took Happy's cut and white T-shirt as he took them off, setting them on the table.
"Belle." Happy said holding out the tape to Rayne, which she took and proceeded to wrap around Hap's hands.
When she was done, Happy jumped up in the ring and turned to look down at Juice. "You still want to talk?"
Juice took a deep breath and proceed to pull off his cut and T-shirt, handing them both to Rayne, who set them down alongside Happy's. She then grabbed the tape and proceeded to tape up Juice's hands. When she was done, Juice hopped up into the ring, staring across at his brother he took in the seriously dark look that had befallen Happy's face and his mind registered only one thought. 'This is gonna hurt really bad.'
Jax heads down to Tara's office, he enters and shuts the door behind him. Tara looks up concerned at the tension she sees in his body as he sits down in a chair across the office. She comes over and sits down beside him. "What is it?"
"Sheriffs raided the clubhouse, looking for illegal scrips."
"Oh, my God. How did they know?"
"You tell me." Jax accuses.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"You told me we could trust that doctor."
"He wouldn't say anything."
"Well, someone did." Jax sighs, knowing what needs to happen, but what needs to happen isn't what he wants to happen. "I get caught, I can do the years. But you? Narc raps are real time. Your medical career would be over. Do you get that?"
"You asked me for help. This isn't my fault."
"I know. I know. It's mine. I'm done." Jax gets up and kisses Tara one last time before he walks out the door.
That night is spent differently for each member of SAMCRO; Clay spends the night in the hospital, lying on Gemma's bed, holding her while they both sleep.
Opie lies in his bed, Lyla snuggled up against his side, his arm around her protectively as hers lays across his chest.
Tara lies in hers and Jax's bed alone contemplating where she went wrong, while Jax is determined to forget all about her, as he spends his night fucking Ima in his room at the clubhouse.
After getting his ass completely handed to him in the boxing ring by Happy, Juice sits on the edge of the picnic table. In front of him stands Rayne holding a First Aid Kit, as she prepares to clean him up. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips as he remembered the words she had spoken as he climbed down out of the ring. "I'm proud of you." She had said, and she meant it. No one besides Rayne ever willingly got into the ring against Happy, not sober anyway.
It meant a lot to Rayne, what Juice had done. He had done both things she had asked of him, no questions or hesitation. Tonight he had proven that he truly did care for her and he wanted her back. Now the only question was… did Happy agree?
As Rayne cleaned up the cuts on Juice's face, the one above his eye that Happy had reopened with a punch, and another small one on his left cheek, she saw Hap approach them out of the corner of her eye. Wondering what his decision would be, Rayne actually found herself holding her breath.
"Juice." Happy called, making the young biker turn to look at him. Hap tossed something in his hand to Juice, who caught it in the air, looking down he found his crow necklace in the palm of his hand. "There won't be a next time." Hap's words had a hard edge to them, and a tone of finality, it was not a warning, it was a promise.
Juice nodded, he knew what Happy meant, if he hurt her ever again, he was a dead man. Point taken. He smiled up at Rayne as she finished cleaning up his face.
"May I?" He asked smiling as he held up the necklace.
Rayne's smile widened as she turned around and lifted up her hair, feeling the necklace slide into place against her skin. She turned around and pounced on Juice, her lips melding with his as she straddled his lap. Without breaking the kiss Juice stood up, Rayne's legs wrapping around his waist as he opened the door. He carried her across the clubhouse amid cheers and catcalls from the others, before disappearing down the hallway. Opening the door to his room, Juice stepped inside and kicked the door shut with his foot. Crossing the room, he gently laid Rayne down on the bed and proceeded to spend the rest of the night showing her just how much he had missed her.