After Macy confronted Jax and the initial flood of adrenaline faded she was left home alone with the baby. Opie couldn't just stay with her all day and despite wanting answers, and much more, from Shane she had no way of finding him.
When Opie arrived at the clubhouse a few hours after the blow-up with Jax and Macy he barely got a foot in the door before Jax went after him. He got one solid blow in but Opie managed to dodge the second and recover quickly.
"What the fuck was that?" Jax hollered rather than try to throw another punch.
"You lied to all of us," Opie shouted back. "The whole club."
The commotion had already drawn attention but the accusations had piqued interest as well as concern.
"What the hell is this?" Clay asked angrily, shoving Jax back to her between the two younger men. "What happened?"
"Jax pushed Shane away," Opie blurted out. "Scared him into running out on Mace."
Clay turned toward his stepson, fury burning in his eyes, and shook his head. "Chapel. Now."
Before he left the main room, Jax snarled at Opie proving their issue was far from settled. Clay waited by the door and once Jax was in, he slammed it shut with a roar.
"What did I tell you?" He bellowed. "What did I say?"
"He knew everything," Jax yelled back. "Ireland, the guns, JT, and Maureen, he had it all mapped out in his office."
"I KNOW," Clay roared. "We talked about this. I told you we'd sit him down, talk it out, they're married for Christ's sake! You went behind my back, you lied to me, to the club and Macy.
Jax sneered. "You really think he woulda kept that shit to himself? You think a little heart to heart would keep all that truth from spilling out?"
Turning away, Clay shook his head and tried desperately to keep his composure.
"He loves her and that kid," Clay said, his hands turning to fists despite the pain in his joints. "He woulda sat on anything if it meant staying with her."
"He's a selfish, glory driven COP," Jax spat back.
"Where's the glory in running? Where's the glory in losing your family?" Clay growled. "What's the real reason you wanted him gone?"
"To protect the club and your fucking secret," Jax spat. "I just didn't give a shit how it had to hurt Shane."
"How it hurt Macy," Clay corrected him. "I didn't give a shit about hurting him, I didn't want to hurt her."
"I was doing what I had to protect the club," Jax said defensively.
"And I was trying to protect the club and my family," Clay snapped. "You have some personal shit with Shane, as soon as he started coming around you knew you wanted him gone."
"That's not the way you do it?" Jax asked accusingly.
"Don't," Clay warned Jax, pointing his finger in Jax's face.
"What are you gonna do?" Jax asked, ignoring the veiled threat.
"This isn't a club issue, this is personal," Clay growled. "We'll settle it in the ring and then I'll make sure Macy has the chance to her right with you too."
"That what we're gonna do? Lay it all out? Cause I'm sure there's some information she'd love to hear about you."
"And Gemma, your mother," Clay reminded him. "She made that choice and brought Macy in, you let that secret out and it's not only me you're hurting."
"I think she deserves to know," Jax said, truly believing it but only pushing for it now. "Besides, if Gem could wipe her hands of Macy you know she would."
Clay nodded, "That we do agree on."
"I won't tell her," Jax said.
"But this, this has to be fixed with her and Shane and the goddamn club."
"And Opie," Jax added.
"Opie?"
"He's hittin' that again," Jax said. "Think they bonded over the lie."
Clay shook his head. "Of fucking course. The shit from his office? Shit about JT and the Irish guns?"
"I never took it," he admitted shamefully.
"You what?"
"It was gone by the time I got the chance to get in their again," he snapped. "What was I supposed to do? Ask Macy for it?"
"Yes," he roared. "He's back! He's pissed! Now what the fuck do you think he's about to do?"
"Nothing," Jax snapped. "I'll handle him."
"Like you handled him before? We're in more shit now than we ever were with Walsh."
"Hey," Tig pounded his fist on the door. "You good?"
"We're fine," Clay huffed. "Let everybody know tonight it's me and Jax in the ring. We got some shit to work out," he said, a dark look on his face. "We'll get right then we'll figure out how to fix this shit. Now get out."
Jax grit his teeth, leaving chapel without another word, and moved straight toward Opie. "You fucked me over for her. So you could get your goddamn dick wet?"
"You can't pin this on me," Opie chided, "And don't talk about Macy like that, ever. She's your fucking sister."
"My sister, not your old lady, remember that shit, Ope."
Storming off, Jax wasn't even sure how he could cool off until he was able to get into the ring. He stewed and fumed and decided to set his plan to handle Shane into motion.
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With a sleeping baby in her arms, Macy quietly opened the front door then hurried to attempt to lay him down in his crib without waking him.
"Please don't wake up," Macy whispered as she looked down into the crib.
She watched the sleeping baby for a few minutes before creeping out of the room. When she got back downstairs, she had unexpected company waiting for her.
"Shane," she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Mace," he said, looking up at her from his spot on the couch. He hadn't sat there in over a year but it was still just as comfortable as he remembered. "Can we talk?"
"No," she said confidently. "I have nothing to say to you."
"This isn't my fault," he said forcefully.
"Jax did this, I know, but you made the choice not to tell me. You abandoned me and our son. What you did was," she shook her head. "I'm glad you're not dead and I'm glad you didn't leave because you didn't want me or the baby but you still left and you left after seeing what I went through with Opie."
"It's different," he said defensively. "I wasn't selfish like he was I wanted to protect you."
"You should have come to me," she said coolly. "You could have come to me. What you did was worse than Opie and Jax. Shit, you're my husband, you're the one I should be able to trust more than them."
"And I'm not?" He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stood up. "You trust those assholes more than me?"
"No, I don't trust anyone anymore," she said ruefully. I'm seeing now what I should have seen when Opie got locked up. There is nothing and no one more important to Jax, Opie, even my dad and mom, than SAMCRO. I gotta accept that and stop looking to them for everything. If you want, since this is your house, I'll find a place and when you get your shit together, when you decide you wanna be here, come back to your life, you can see Shane whenever. We are done, though. I'm done with everyone. It's time I grew the fuck up."
Shane looked at her, his chin trembling, and shook his head. "You can't do this, Mace."
"You know what," she said quickly, "Let me pack a bag and grab the baby, I'll be out of here tonight."
"No," he said, reaching to grab her hand. "Don't go."
"I didn't go, you did," she said bitterly. "Sooner you take responsibility for that the better, Shane."
Macy pulled her hand away and hurried back up the stairs to grab a few things for herself and the baby. Glancing in the mirror she grabbed a dog eared photo of her and Shane she had stuck in the frame and tossed it in the trash.
Checking her reflection, she sighed and nodded "It's time to grow the fuck up, Macy."
