Hey guys, it took me a while but there it is. Last couple of days were crazy in a good kinda way. I wanted to upload last night, but this site was down. Anyways thanks for reading, reviewing, adding me to your alerts and above all, thank you for sticking with me. Hope you enjoy!

It's rated M for a reason.


"I want to know what happened. Now," Roosevelt said in a commanding tone.

"You don't talk to me old lady like that!" Tig snapped. He didn't like the tone he was using with her.

"Don't worry Tig," she said. "I got it." Tig looked down at her, looking very pissed off. "Leave. I got it. It's okay." Tig brushed passed Roosevelt and walked out of the chapel. "You already asked my friend what happened?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Is this an official interview?" He shook his head.

"Can't be involved in the investigation. Hits too close to home," Eli finally seemed to calm down. A little bit. Gwen moved a little to the side, allowing him to sit down on the bench next to her. "Just asking as a husband."

"Okay. She's going to be okay, right?"

"Yeah."

"The baby?" he shook his head. "I'm so sorry."

"It was our last chance."

"Yeah Rita said you two were trying for a long time already. I'm sorry, but sometimes it's just the way it is."

"What are you trying to say?"

"That there are so many things that we can't control. And if we've got things under control the universe decides to fuck it all up," Gwen said.

"Really, the universe?"

"Yeah. The thing that we're making part off. But ask me what you want to ask. You seemed a little panicked and angry there."

"Why were you in my house?"

"Because I heard a gunshot. I wasn't thinking. I didn't even know you guys lived there."

"Did you see anything, anything that can help?" Gwen shook her head. She tried to remember something useful, but she just didn't see anything.

"No. I had to stay hidden until they ran out the door. They were in a hurry. It was dark. I ran upstairs and Julia already called 911. We tried to stop the bleeding or at least slow it down the best we could…"

"What were you doing there?" He asked. Gwen sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Julia? The tattooed woman? She did my tattoo. We decided to walk back, so we did. I had no idea you were living there. No clue at all. I could've helped a completely different person," Gwen said. She looked at Roosevelt who looked defeated. "Listen, I understand you got more questions, but I rather answer them in an official interview. My man just got back and I gotta talk to him. A lot has happened."

"He was in prison, right?" Gwen frowned at his question.

"If you want to know, you ask him in person, but I ain't going to answer that question." Gwen stood up from the bench and looked at Roosevelt. "I'm sorry 'bout what happened to Rita. Hope she recovers soon."

"Thank you," he finally said as she already reached the door. Gwen didn't know what to say to that and just walked out. She didn't know how to handle all this anymore. She couldn't believe that Tig was standing somewhere in a hallway, waiting for her. It felt so surreal.

She walked down the hallways and took a deep breath. Once she turned around the corner she could see them standing there. Well, Julia was sitting. Gwen knew that look that was on her face. She was thinking.

"What did he want?" Tig immediately asked.

"He wanted to talk."

"You don't talk to the cops," Tig hissed.

"Listen, I talked to a husband tonight. Not a cop," Gwen said. "You alright Jules?" Julia shook her head.

"Just… I don't know," she sighed standing up from her chair. "I just wanna go to sleep."

"You stay at my place?" Julia shook her head at Gwen's question.

"No. I just need to be on my own right now."

"I'll take her back," Happy said.

"You sure you don't wanna stay at my place?" Gwen asked Julia so only she could hear.

"Yeah I'm sure," Julia said. "I need my own space right now." Gwen nodded. "I'm picking up my car at your house and I'll go to the motel."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow morning at the studio."

"Yeah see you there," Julia said softly before walking towards the exit. She was followed by Happy who carried his beloved tattoo kit. Gwen sighed and sat down on a chair. She started to cry. She didn't know if it was relief or the fact that she just almost saw someone die. She felt Tig settling beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Gwen just took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Fuck." She muttered as she saw the blonde cop walking towards them.

"I'm sorry, but I gotta ask you some questions," she said.

"It's alright. Can he stay?" Gwen asked. She could feel that the woman was doubting, but she inclined her head. She gave her god to honest statement, minus the gun. She didn't need to know that, nor did it seem really relevant. She wanted to know if she'd seen anything. Gwen only told her that they seemed panicked, but she didn't elaborate on that. Gwen felt relieved once she was back outside breathing in the fresh air.

Tig guided her towards his bike. He handed her his helmet and she strapped it on as she got settled behind him. Gwen squeezed his thigh to let him know he could take off. The engine roared and she held on tight.


He took off his cut and hung it over the chair in her room. He walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge and took off his boots. Gwen struggled with her own shoes as she stood on one leg as she tried to take the other off. When she finally took off her shoes she looked at her shirt. She realized for the first time that there was still blood on it and it disgusted her.

"I don't think it was quite the welcome home you expected." Gwen said referring to the hospital still looking at the bloodstains on her shirt.

"Not really no," he wanted to tell her that he didn't expect to come home at all. He wanted to tell her shouldn't have come home at all. That he should've been the one whose skull had been bashed in. But he wasn't.

"You gonna tell me what happened?" she asked.

"Tomorrow," he said.

Gwen pulled the comfortable top over her head, revealing herself topless to him. On her chest her tattoo still was wrapped up to stay protected. She walked into the bathroom, turned on the lights. He heard the water running of the sink, that soon stopped. The removal of the tape from her body. Not that much later she got out of the bathroom, killing the lights behind her.

Tig already got down to his boxers, not sure whether he should take them off. She looked at her feet, biting her lip nervously. A worried frown on her face. He could feel the doubt. He doubted as well. Things changed in these past couple of days. "Come here," he said. Gwen stood in front of him placing her hands on his shoulders before she straddled his lap. He pushed her hair behind her ears and looked at her tattoo. There was now forever a dagger resting on her sternum. A knife. "For your brother?" he asked. She nodded.

"And for me," she said. Tig smiled a little.

"Suits you," he said. Gwen smiled.

"You think?"

"Yeah," he said. She leaned in closer, her lips parted. Her lips brushing against his, Tig decided to lean in and kissed her desperately. She let out a whimper as he took a hold of her hair. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to enter.

He'd missed the taste of her mouth, the feel of her lips against his. He needed to be inside her. He'd missed her. He almost felt bad she hadn't been the one he had been inside before he left. But then again they both knew that sex at that moment wasn't going to work. He stood up, taking a hold on her ass, letting her legs wrap around her. He turned around and lowered her carefully onto the bed. His teeth scraped her neck before sucking gently on her skin. Gwen let out a sigh, her hands gripping the sheets.

He pulled away from her and unbuttoned her jeans before pulling them down her hips. Apparently she read his mind and quickly removed her panties. He was rushed and threw her jeans onto the floor. Gwen sat back up on her knees and pushed him down on the mattress, straddling him. He let her take control as she kissed him feverishly. Her hand was already on his thigh, teasing him. She kissed him underneath his jaw, before nibbling his ear.

Tig quickly flipped her over onto her back and pinned her down. He leaned down to kiss her and she hungrily returned it. When he pulled away she gently bit his lower lip before letting him pull away from her. "Please fuck me," she whispered. She bucked her hips a little, grinding carefully against him, so far he allowed it.

"How bad do you want it?" Tig asked huskily.

"So bad… just- please," she started to beg.

"Please what?"

"I missed you Tig, just… fuck me. Please," Gwen moaned. She bucked her hips again, trying to press herself against him. He now pinned her down with just on hand as the other traveled down to her left breast. When he touched her nipple she let out a whimper. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath.

"Sensitive huh?" Tig asked.

"What do you think?" she groaned as he pinched it slightly between his fingers. "I just got tattooed on my sternum. Everything hurts."

"Pussy," Tig snorted, teasing her.

"Oh really?" Gwen asked raising an eyebrow. Tig gently sucked on her nipple and scraped his teeth against her skin, making her whimper. "I ain't a coward. But if you're talking about that pussy between my legs… it's all yours." She said with a husky voice.

"What about your tits?" he asked. He unpinned her hands and rolled her right nipple between his fingers. Gwen arched her back and let out a moan.

"Off limits," she groaned. "Please." She desperately gripped the sheets, trying to gain control over herself as she shifted. It felt so good it ached.

"Is that a question?"

"More of a request." She bit her lower lip to keep in another whimper.

"So it's up to me?"

"Yeah I guess it is," Gwen whimpered as she took a firmer hold of her breasts.

"Sorry babe, like teasing you a little too much to leave them alone."

"You can tease something else," she offered with a sly smile. "I bet you want to touch it." She whispered. Tig swallowed as she arched her back a little. He quickly pinned her hands down again with one of his own, before she decided to turn the tables again. She let out another groan and closed her eyes in defeat.

"Really?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "If only you knew how wet it is for you down there."

"How wet?"

"I could tell you, but then you won't touch me. But it's ready for you," she sighed. She opened her eyes again and stared into his pale blue eyes. "Come on babe, don't you wanna find out?"

How did she even dare to ask? Of course he wanted to find out, but on the other hand, he like the sounds she was making. "Are you gonna scream for me?"

"If you can make me." She was smirking up at him. Her eyes twinkling a little. Daring him to make her.

"You're gonna do what I tell you?"

"Hmm maybe?" His free hand traveled lower towards her cunt. He touched her lips down there. Gwen flinched a little she was surprised by the contact. "Fuck," she whispered as he started to slightly stroke her lips.

"Well are you?" he asked lowly. He parted her lips with his fingers and Gwen bucked her hips, but Tig immediately pulled away. Gwen let out a frustrated groan and opened her eyes looking up at Tig who had a grin on his face. She nodded slowly. "What?"

"Yes. Yes I'll do what you tell me, but please please touch me. Fuck me. Please," she begged. Gwen let out a hum when he parted her lips again and gently stroked her, feeling that she indeed was wet and ready for him. "F-fuck," she whimpered.

When he slowly slid two finger inside of her, he was surprised how easy it went. Tig immediately thought back of the first time they fucked. She'd been tipsy. He'd been too. When he slid inside of her for the first time, it felt so easy. "Get on your knees," he said lowly. Her eyes grew wide. She felt excited.

"Yes sir," she said teasingly. He unpinned her and Gwen quickly turned around and got onto all fours. She felt his lips against her neck. She felt his hard on pressing against her behind, turning her on even more. She grinded against him, receiving a groan from her old man.

Tig knew exactly what he wanted. "You remember the time you cooked for me?" he asked.

"Of course I do," she chuckled a little.

"Do know how much I wanted to bent you over that table and just skip dinner?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna make you wait just as bad," he growled in her ear. Gwen laughed.

"Fair. Not sure you'll be able to restrain yourself like that though," she sighed, followed by a soft moan as she grinded against him again.

"You don't know how good I am at holding back with you," he said in an amused tone. "I could've easily bent you over my bike and fucked you on a dirt road for the world to see that other day."

"Then don't." She looked over her shoulder. Her eyes meeting his. She bit her bottom lip nervously. Tig grinned. Within seconds she'd made him change his plan.


Tig sighed. He was lying naked besides the woman who somehow believed in him, but barely believed in anything else. Yet today she'd lit up a candle. Three even. She snuggled closer to him. His hand found a way into her hair and started playing with a strand of hair between his fingers. The small sheen of sweat that had covered her body earlier had dried up.

An empty plate was beside the bed. Both of them too lazy to walk back to the kitchen and place it on the counter. After they collapsed after several rounds of passionate sex they realized they were both hungry. They had quickly thrown a pizza into the oven and had eaten in bed.

He'd missed her. He smiled a little when he thought back of all the sounds she made when he was inside of her.

He rolled onto his side and pulled Gwen against his chest. He inhaled the scent of her hair. Somehow it still smelled of blood. Or maybe it was just his imagination.

She was next to him. He was holding her. He couldn't believe it. It shouldn't be this way, but it was. He asked himself when things became so complicated. Thing used to feel so simple, or seemed to be so simple... So real. Genuine. No games. Just Gwen and him.

"I love you," he heard her whisper sleepily. He wanted to say it back, but it felt like he suddenly was unable to speak. Instead he kissed the top of her head and pulled her even closer.


"Hey Jules," Gwen called as she walked into the studio with two coffees.

"Morning Gwen," Julia said as she sat on the couch.

"You slept alright?" Gwen asked. Julia shrugged her shoulders and then shook her head.

"No, how can I sleep alright when I've seen a woman almost die in front of me?" Julia asked. Gwen felt a pang of guilt inside of her. For her it was almost normal. "Gwen, I don't know how to help you here. Next time it won't be another person bleeding to death on a floor, but it will be you. You scared the fuck out of me. With the way you look… everything. Those bandages on your fingers… who the fuck decide to torture you? Don't even try to lie to me, because I know you have been tortured. Why else would you only walk around with three fingernails?"

"I can't tell you," Gwen whispered.

"Why the fuck not?" Julia asked angrily standing up from her seat. "You're a sister to me Guinevere. You're family to me! I would hate to lose you like this. Can't you trust me anymore?" Gwen put the coffee cups down on the desk and looked at Julia.

"Of course I trust you," she said.

"Then why the hell ain't you tellin' me what the fuck is going on? Not with the club, what the fuck is going on with you? I barely recognize you anymore sometimes."

"I can't fucking tell you, because that's my way of protecting you! Hell I'm even keeping things from Tig and the others! Because if word comes out that I know certain things, people die. And everything will fall apart," Gwen voice broke. "I'm protecting them."

"And who is protecting you?" Julia asked harshly. Gwen could see the tears in her eyes.

"Tig is."

"And how can he protect you when he doesn't know everything?" Gwen sighed. Julia was right. Gwen knew that. "What is the big danger here? I'm here for you. To help you, so I'm going to. At least I'm going to give some advice that you're not gonna like. I think you should get outta here before it kills you. At least get away from this place for a bit. Get yourself together. Be you again."

Gwen was a loss on what to say. "Jules, I really wish I could tell you. But I can't," she whispered. "I really can't."

"Then leave your studio and let me take care of this shit for you," Julia said harshly. Gwen was about to open her mouth. "Girl, I love you, but right now I gotta be alone. I'll call you whether I want to see you before I leave."

"Okay," Gwen said in defeat, walking towards the door of her studio. "I love you Jules." Julia saw Gwen walking out the door, her shoulders slumped. Julia sat back down on the couch and started to cry. She kept on having dreams of Gwen bleeding out on that floor instead of Rita. It was terrifying. Happy had stayed at her motel room until she fell asleep. She regretted that she hadn't asked him to stay the entire night. She was scared. Not for herself, but for her best friend.


Gwen parked the car in front of Tig's place and unlocked door with her set of keys. She walked in and could smell something that told her one thing: breakfast. "Hey," Gwen called letting him know she was in. She knew he would return to his home after she'd left her house. He needed to get some fresh set of clothes and check whether it was still standing.

"What's wrong?" Tig asked as Gwen sighed and sat down on a kitchen chair.

"Julia and I were in a fight," Gwen sighed. "She is worried about me." Tig looked at Gwen after he flipped over the bacon.

"She's right," he told her simply. Gwen raised an eyebrow and waited for him to elaborate. "I would be worried if I were her. Hell I'm worried about you. I should've been there to protect you. I wasn't. I failed you." Tig said without too much emotion as if he was just stating facts. "You think that's enough?" he asked looking at the bacon with eggs.

"Hmm maybe," Gwen said. "We can always make more later." She poured some coffee in two cups and moved the coffee pot to the dinner table. She needed the caffeine. She walked back to the kitchen and kissed Tig on his cheek.

"Trying to distract me already hm?" Tig asked as Gwen leaned against his side.

"Hmm, maybe," she said in a playful tone.

"Later doll," he said. "Just sit down. Breakfast's almost done." She kissed his cheek once again. Tig let go of the skillet and gently grabbed her by her chin. He kissed her gently and swatted her ass as she turned around and walked towards the table.

They ate their breakfast in silence. Gwen wasn't as hungry as she thought she was and was almost failed to eat everything.

"What happened?" Gwen asked. She didn't want to ask the question, but she had to at one point. She was avoiding asking it for too long. And Tig was avoiding answering it for too long. Tig sighed. She could see that he was struggling with it all. She didn't blame him. He lost someone. Gwen just couldn't quite believe yet that Opie was gone. Dead.

"Pope… he wanted the Sons to pay for what I did. Jax had a choice… He had to pick someone who would be send out there to die," Tig said. "I didn't know that. I really didn't, because I was in a cell with Bobby. And Jax with Ope. Ope jumped in… when Jax should've just called my name. He died for me Gwen. He died for me. I killed his wife and h-he died for me."

Tig didn't notice when she stood up. Until he felt her settle besides him and pulled him against her. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

"You don't get it," he said. "You don't know how bad it was."

"Then tell me," she held his head and looked into his eyes. "Tell me the bad Tig. I can handle it."

"Can you?"

"Help me carry this burden for you. Please," she begged. He swallowed. He wasn't so sure if it was such a good idea. If it would push her even further away from him, but he didn't really have a choice. She had the right to know.

"He went out there," Tig started. "A group of niggers were there. They held… they held a metal pipe. Ope tried to give a good fight… T-They bashed his skull in, they busted his skull. Blood. You could see his brain- and that could've been me," Tig said as he looked up at Gwen who looked at him with doubt in her eyes. "That should've been me." He pushed a strand of hand behind her ear. He was lucky. He was lucky he could see her again. Hold her. Talk to her. Listen to her breathing as she slept. He never thought he would see her again and yet here he was. Eating breakfast with her.

"I don't know what to say," she whispered.

"Then don't," he said flatly. "You don't have to. I did this. First I killed his wife and now I let him die."

Gwen sat on the back of his bike, hanging on tight as they rode through Charming towards the clubhouse. Things were changing. His words rang through her head. First I killed his wife and now I let him die. She wished she could've told him that it wasn't his fault. She could've, but it wouldn't have reached him anyways. So she'd remained silent.

She realized that he lived in too many lies already, and she really had to tell him the truth. It were the lies that got people hurt and killed. She just had to convince Jax or be able to keep Tig inline. Or she had to play it in such a way no one would find out she told someone. Maybe she just had to talk to Jax first. Maybe he was ready to tell the club about Galindo. She really did hope so. The club deserved to know the truth. But above all she believed Tig deserved the truth.


They pulled up at the clubhouse and Gwen could feel the atmosphere was grim. She hadn't expect anything else. She saw Chibs sitting outside smoking a little, looking distraught. "Morning brother," Tig said as he embraced Tig in a brotherly hug.

"Aye… Mornin,"Chibs hugged Tig and sighed. "Lass," he gave Gwen a hug as well and the three of them sat down at the picnic bench. "Jacky is a mess," he said. "At least he was last time I checked… He still needs to tell Lyla."

"She doesn't know yet?" Gwen asked and Chibs shook his head.

"She has the kids for now. She didn't exactly know why… but we still gotta tell her."

"We better do it today, before she finds out via someone else." Tig said as he played with the rings around his fingers.

"Aye. She'll need help with the kids. She makes enough money, but I'm not sure she'll be able to keep everything going with three kids and bein' on her own." Jax walked outside, heavy bags underneath his eyes. He walked up to the table where they said. He looked distracted, but it wasn't like she could blame him.

The men greeted each other. Gwen couldn't help but feel the dark cloud that seemed to be looming over him. "Ye alright brother?" Chibs asked. Jax shook his head.

"I will be," he said. "Can you check up on Tara for me? I gotta tell Lyla…"

"Aye sure," Chibs said.

"Need me to tag along?" Gwen asked. She could imagine that it would help if Lyla had a friend close to her. Even though Gwen hadn't exactly been there for her. She blamed that on the club life.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah I am. She'll need someone."

"I'm going," he said.

"Hold on, I'll be right with you," Gwen said to Jax who nodded and walked off.

"You sure?" Tig asked her. Gwen nodded.

"She's gonna need someone. I'm going to be that someone if she wants me to." She wasn't sure if she was the right person to do it, but right now there wasn't anybody else who seemed to volunteer.

"Okay," Tig said. "Listen to Jax. Stay safe. Call me if you need anythin', alright?"

"I will," Gwen said.

"I'm really gonna hate seeing you ride bitch with someone else," Tig sighed.

"Don't be jealous," Gwen said as she walked up to him, hooking her fingers around his belt. Tiptoeing a little. "Because the only one I ride is you."

"Oh you fucking better," he said as she claimed her mouth with his own, letting out a soft moan.

"Ye two behave!" Chibs called as she was still sitting on the bench. Gwen flipped Chibs off and deepened the kiss before she pulled away.

"I gotta go," she said, giving him a peck on his cheek. "By Chibs!" She zipped up her leather jacket, pulled on her gloves and slung her bag over her shoulders. She met Jax near his bike who seemed to be ready to go.

"Took you long enough," he said.

"Sorry," she apologized. "Had to say goodbye to Tig."

"That quick?" he teased.

"Shut it Jax," Gwen said, strapping on her helmet. Jax grinned and Gwen got settled behind him. He started the engine and soon they took off. Tig watched the two leave. He wasn't so sure if he should've let her go with Jax. He and Jax weren't exactly on good terms. They never were, but right now he knew it was even worse than ever before.

They stopped in front of the house and Gwen sighed. This wasn't going to be an easy conversation. She could feel the dread. Jax got of his bike as well and looked at the house. There wasn't any movement. Maybe she was still sleeping. It wasn't exactly late in the morning. "You alright?" Gwen asked. Jax sighed. "You're gonna tell her the full truth?" she asked him.

"You know what happened?" Jax asked. Gwen nodded.

"Yeah he told me everything this morning," she said. She didn't know if she should comment any further on what happened, so she didn't. "I'm really sorry."

"Are you?" Jax asked. "Your old man lives." There was a dangerous edge in voice, which told Gwen that he did blame Tig. She knew he would do anything to get Opie back into his life. But nothing could change the fact that he was gone. Revenge was the only thing that was left for him or he should just move on. But Gwen knew he wouldn't just move on. She would've been the same. She would seek revenge of some sort as well.

"And he would've died if he knew what was going on Jax. You know that," Gwen told him. "Let's not argue about it right now. She needs to know." She could see that Jax wanted to go against her, but he didn't. He knocked on the door and they waited. The door got opened by Lyla, who was still dressed in a bathrobe, her hair still wet. She just got from underneath the shower. "What's wrong?" she asked. Jax asked to come in and Lyla let them. Gwen closed the door behind her and suddenly it dawned upon Lyla and she burst out in tears. Jax tried to comfort her as he held her. Muttering words against her hair as he held her. Gwen's heart broke. This could've been her. It was sick. Some sick game. She walked into the kitchen and put on some water so she could make Lyla some tea.

Jax told the story of what happened. Gwen could see Lyla glance at her a couple of times, until she handed her a cup of tea. Gwen sat on a different chair, looking at her own hands as Jax talked and Lyla asked questions. It seemed to take much longer, but after a while Jax stood up from the couch and looked at Lyla and Gwen. "I'll leave you girls alone for a moment," Jax said after he told Lyla everything. He needed to create some distance before he broke down himself.

"Why are you even here?" Lyla asked. Tears still streaming down her face.

"I thought you needed a friend."

"How can you even call yourself a friend!" She yelled standing up from the couch. "Y-you're lucky! Your old man is still alive. Mine is gone! What do I even do with the kids?" she exclaimed.

"I don't know, but I'm here to help."

"Go!" Lyla yelled. "I don't want your help!" Gwen stood up from the chair. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.

"Alright," she said. She wasn't going to fight with her. She just couldn't. She was tired. Too damn tired.

"Tig should've died! Not Ope!" Lyla yelled. "It's his fault!" Gwen turned around to face Lyla. She was about to shove Gwen's chest, but Gwen gently slapped her hand away.

"Don't touch me Lyla," she warned her. Lyla was furious.

"If he didn't go after Laroy and killed his girlfriend, he would still be alive!"

"If Jax, Ope and Clay told the fucking truth about what happened- Veronica would still be alive, Dawn would still be alive! I wouldn't have been tortured and Opie wouldn't be dead!" Gwen retorted angrily. "His children wouldn't have been fucking orphans! Don't you fucking trying to guilt trip me for being Tig's old lady, because I won't fucking have that shit!"

"Well Tig killed Donna!" Lyla yelled.

"Yeah. He did. Guess on whose orders? Clay's. Tig's loyal to a fault. If he knew what was going on, he would've jumped in and died instead. But he didn't know. So he didn't die." Lyla was silent for a moment. "We both thought that he was going to die, that we would never see each other again. We were prepared for that. Don't put all the blame on Tig. Blame that asshole Clay who killed Piney, enraging Opie enough to take a shot at him. Opie failed to kill the one person that should've been put in a shallow grave a long time ago."

Gwen immediately received a slap in the face. She took a step back and looked Lyla dead in the eyes. "If that's the worst you can do, you seriously need a little bit more of practice," she said lowly. "I've had worse. I can have worse. Next time you won't get away with this. Right now I accept it, because you're emotional. You lost someone you loved. Call me when you've calmed down, but don't expect me to answer." Gwen heard Lyla pleading for her to come back, but she wasn't having any of it. Jax was smoking on the porch.

"What the hell happened in there?" Jax asked. Gwen turned around and pointed at her face. An angry red mark on her cheek in addition to the bruises that were fading, but they were still there.

"She didn't like what I said, so she got emotional and slapped me. I ain't going back in there. She can call me when she calmed down, but I can't help her right now," Gwen sighed. "I'll just walk back."

"No, we gotta talk," Jax said. "I'll call mom, ask her if she can come over."

"I bet she'll be thrilled," Gwen said sarcastically, taking a deep breath. He called Gemma and as he hung up she looked at Jax. "How you're holding up?" Jax shook his head and suddenly she saw that vulnerability in him. He'd lost his best friend. Gwen walked up to him and sat next to him on the railing.

"I don't get it. I don't get it why he…"

"Why he jumped in?" she asked. "Tig didn't understand it either. He doesn't get it why you didn't call his name either. We'll probably never know. Ope… he did what he thought was right I suppose. And he couldn't let you make that decision."

"I just should've called Tig's name," Jax muttered. Somehow it didn't make her angry. She would probably think the same if she were him. Yet she would never voice it out loud.

"I still blame Clay," Gwen sighed. "I mean it's no relief. Not for anyone. But personally I think it would be better if he'd be gone. Any idea why he killed Piney?"

"He said Piney drew first," Jax said.

"We all know that's bullshit. Clays says a lot of things, but many times it ain't the truth." Jax offered her a cigarette and she took it. She could use something to calm down her nerves. "Look, I know we haven't been on the same page for a while now. And we probably never will be," she started. "But I do know we're on the same page when it comes to Clay."

"No matter what we think, we can't act. Let alone you can't act. You're just an old lady. That knows too much."

"Oh, I agree," Gwen said. "But I gotta disagree as well. I know too much of one thing, but I don't know everything. Listen Jax… I gotta tell Tig at some point. You gotta tell the club at some point."

"You don't know shit," Jax spat out. "You should be happy I let Tig live. That I didn't call his name." Gwen looked down at him.

"I know one thing. We lost someone who deserved a better life than the club. The club is in way over its head." Gwen adjusted her bag over her shoulder. "I'm gonna walk back. Don't you dare to put the entire blame of Opie's death on my old man. We both know who's responsible."

"And who is that?" Jax asked lowly.

"The one thing we're on the same page about. Ask Lyla what I said to her. Don't feel like having the same conversation over and over again. Call me when you're ready to put your grudge aside. We talk then," Gwen said. She stood up from the railing and started to walk.

She realized she was overstepping her boundaries. Men like Jax weren't used to being told what to do. But right now she was done of having to take everyone's shit. Taking on the hate they had towards Tig. She wasn't having it. It wasn't like he didn't suffer. It wasn't like they didn't suffer.


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