It had been a quiet couple of days following the Bluebird hit but that alone should have been enough to warn Macy of what was to come. She was on her last day shift for the week, an exciting occasion for her, when LaRoy stormed into the bar with the Sons behind him.
"You stay," Clay growled, fingers in her face, as he passed her.
Macy drew her head back, surprised by his demeanor, and looked to Opie for some explanation. He shook his head, "It's not you," he told her in passing, the last Son of the group.
Half Sack came in a few minutes later and sat at the bar. "Hi," he said awkwardly as usual.
"Hey Kip," she said, handing him a glass of water. "What happened?"
"Mayans went after the Niners last night," he said quietly.
"Why is that the club's problem?"
"They went after their guns," Half Sack explained. "No one knows how they found Bluebird or the Niners stash house."
Macy pursed her lips. "Curious."
"Can I get a beer?" He asked her quietly.
"No, prospect, you can't," she said with a chuckle. "You don't have any details?"
"About the stash house?"
"Yeah," she huffed. It was obvious he was hesitant to tell her anything for fear of Clay finding out. "Out with it, I won't tell my dad I know anything."
Sack leaned over the bar a little and spoke quietly. "Niners lost a guy."
"Yikes," she sighed.
"Yeah, LaRoy is pissed."
"Uh, yeah dude, of course, he is," she scoffed.
Just then Johnny strolled in, sitting in his normal spot, Macy greeting him quickly with his usual and a smile.
"You're late," she said playfully.
"I had some morning shit to handle, glad I got in to see you before your left for the night."
She fluttered her eyelashes. "How sweet," she cooed. Macy was working him for tips, Sack saw it, but Johnny hadn't caught on. "You're lucky I'm hanging around for a bit or I'd be gone."
"Lucky lucky," he chuckled.
"Hey," Sack interrupted, calling attention to himself in the corner. "Bathroom?"
Macy pointed off in the direction of the men's room and turned back to Johnny. He watched Sack stroll back toward the bathroom before turning to look at Macy again.
"You get a boyfriend?" He asked her, his holding his beer a few centimeters from his lips.
"Oh no," Macy laughed. "Him? Never. Not my type."
"What's your type?" He asked her as the Sons filtered out from the back.
Macy leaned forward, eyeing Opie closely, and winked at him as he passed her and Johnny. "I like em' big and hairy," he said with a smirk.
Johnny became annoyed and slapped some cash on the bar. "Guess I never have a chance."
LaRoy came out after them, distracting her from Johnny's pouring, and pointed at Macy. "Go on, now."
"Hey! Wait! What the hell did I do?"
"Nothing," he huffed. "Go home."
Macy snatched her things from the shelf and left abruptly. When she got outside Clay, Jax and Opie were still out front while the others had left.
"Go home with Opie," Clay said.
She looked at him, her jaw hanging open, and huffed. "Why? What's up?"
"Just being extra cautious," Clay told her.
"Why Opie?" She said, knowing she had to keep up the illusion of their falling out.
"Because I said so," Clay grumbled. He looked at Opie and then said, "I'll be in touch."
"What's that mean?" She asked Opie as he handed her his helmet.
"Mayans hit us and the Niners," Opie explained, "They have a plan and it involves us."
"You guys, not me," she said defensively.
"Sack said your regular had a Mayans tattoo," Opie told her. "Not easy to catch but he got a good look."
"When he went to the bathroom," she groaned. "Goddamnit. I looked him over, Ope, I thought I was being smart."
"You were, baby," he said sympathetically. "They knew you would be though, they were careful. Asshole didn't get shit from you or the hours he wasted here all week."
"I'm an idiot," she huffed.
"You did good," he said staunchly.
"You're just saying that," Macy whinnied.
"No, I'm not," he told her. "You're gonna be an old lady, Macy, I'd tell you if you fucked up. You were raised in this shit. Give yourself some fucking credit."
"I'm gonna be an old lady?" She said, a tiny smile playing on her lips.
"Shut up," he laughed, "Come on, I gotta take you home."
Macy couldn't stop smiling as she got on behind him and held tight on their way home. It was a longer trip than usual since the bar was outside Charming and that was just fine with both of them. Sitting at a red light, Opie heard the loud roar of a vehicle approaching behind them but not stopping. Macy was only alerted of the danger as the truck got dangerously close and Opie took off through the red light. She held on even tighter as they sped toward Charming while Opie worked carefully and desperately to keep her safe. It was manageable, or so he thought, until hun shots rang out, bullets whizzing past them so close they could hear the lead slicing through the wind.
"Hold on," Opie hollered, turning sharply down an alley.
"I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die." Macy repeated obsessively. She squeezed him even tighter, as if that were possible, and whispered a quiet prayer. "I love you, Ope," she told him, truly afraid they were going to die.
Opie didn't reply, his mind was on other things and he had barely heard her. He didn't even hear her wailing as a bullet tore through her calf but he noticed the hot searing pain as the bullet exited her leg and ripped into his thigh.
When they finally got within three blocks of the clubhouse the truck abruptly stopped and made a sloppy U-turn before speeding out of Charming. Opie felt a weight off his chest as he squealed into the clubhouse.
"What happened?" Tig hollered, running to their aid as Macy fell to the ground, unable to stand. "Lock the gates," he shouted loudly to Half-Sack.
Opie, out of breath and bleeding, let out a long painful groan as he got to the asphalt beside her before answering. "Mayans came after us, chased us till we got close, I'm hit twice." He looked Macy in the eye. "I'm sorry."
Macy shook her head as the others joined them. "This isn't your fault," she cried. "Just please take me to the hospital."
"Oh baby," Clay inhaled sharply, getting to his knees beside his daughter. "Chibs is gonna fix you up," he promised, pulling her into his arms.
"No," she sobbed, "It hurts, Daddy please, take me to the hospital."
"We can't," Opie said, holding back tears.
Jax watched the scene, a few tears rolling down his cheeks, and shook his head, unable to allow her to suffer. Stepping a few feet away he called Tara, begging her to help, and was pleased when she agreed.
"Mace," Jax said loudly, pushing through the others. "Tara's coming, she's gonna help."
"Thank you," Macy cried.
Over Macy's head, Clay looked at Opie with fury in his eyes. "How do you know it was the Mayans?"
"Driver was brown," Opie said, "And with the shit going on, it fits. I didn't see ink but," he paused. "That asshole Sack saw," he said suddenly. "It was the Mayans. He saw us there, he knows we're working with the Niners, they know we're gonna make a move," he said angrily.
"Table now," Clay roared at the club members gathered around. "We're getting these motherfuckers."