Opie and Macy stayed in bed the majority of the next day. Around noon when they actually woke up, they both showered, changed the sheets and had a sizable lunch before climbing right back under the covers.
"When do you have to be back at the clubhouse?" Macy asked, stifling a big yawn.
"Six I think," he grumbled, reaching for his phone. "Yeah," Opie said after checking the text, "Six."
"What's the plan?" Macy asked, laying on bed back beside him.
"You really wanna know?"
"Yep," she said staunchly.
Opie sighed. "They have a stash house we're gonna hit. Grab whatever we see then I'm gonna blow it."
"No one brings the boom like Opie Winston," she giggled. "Please be careful."
"I will, it'll be easy," he said nonchalantly. "I don't have to tell you stuff, Mace."
"No, it's okay," she dismissed his concerned offer. "Fuck the Mayans."
"We're gonna," he said, grabbing her hand. "How's the leg?"
"It burns like a mother," she complained. "It's kind of cool though, like I hit an MC milestone."
Opie looked at her and shook his head. "A milestone?"
"Let me have my badass moment," she laughed.
"You were crying for your dad and a hospital, that's not very badass."
"And the moment is ruined," she huffed. "Hey," she rolled onto her side and looked at him. "Can I ask you a question?"
His brows furrowed as he rolled over too. "Yeah. What's up?"
"Am I your old lady?" There was no hesitation before asking but after the words were out he could see her uncertainty. "I'm not being presumptuous," Macy quickly added, "It's just this feels like it's going there and I'd like that, it's something I want...if you do."
"I know what you want," he said quietly. "Trust me, I do."
Macy waited, thinking he was going to continue but he was silent. "Uh okay. So, no?"
"I don't think you get how messy this is," he said.
"My dad? The club?" She asked forcefully. "That's messy?"
"Yeah, my head is too," he admitted.
"Oh," she said sadly.
"I know it's what you want," Opie sighed, "I'm working on it, I'm just not there yet."
Macy pursed her lips and nodded. "Okay."
"I'm sorry," he huffed. "Last night makes it worse, I don't want that shit happening to you."
"Don't," she sighed. "You all treat me like I'm some kind child. I'm 22, not 12, I can make decisions myself. If I'm a target it's because of my dad, not you, and last night I wasn't even the target."
"I know," he groaned.
"Do you like me?"
"I do," he nodded.
"Do you like this? Us together?"
"Yeah, I love it, this whole set up, or whatever that we have," he grumbled. He wanted to say he loved her but he chickened out which was usually what Opie did when it came to his feelings for Macy.
"I guess that's what matters," she told herself. "We don't need titles or whatever."
"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "We don't need that shit."
"Yeah," Macy agreed although she wanted it. "You should sleep before you have to go."
"We've been sleeping all day," he chuckled. "I'm gonna get my shit outta the safe."
"The safe?"
"In the garage," he explained. "Has all my shit in it."
"Like your bomb shit?"
"Not bombs, dumbass," he laughed as he sat up with his back to her. "We good?"
Macy looked at the Reaper on his back, reaching up so run her fingers along the top rocker tattoo, and sighed. "Yeah. We're good."
—
"You, Jax and Kyle?" Macy asked as she clicked her seatbelt.
Opie nodded, pulling out of the driveway in his pickup, keeping his eyes on the road. "Should be quick. You don't have to be there," he reminded her.
"I know," she shrugged. "I want to go. What else am I gonna do? Sit at home?'
Opie looked over at him and smirked. "Who did you invite?"
"What?" She feigned innocence.
"I know someone is gonna be there."
"Tara," she admitted. "She and Jax are hooking up or whatever and I need a friend I can trust."
"You think you can trust Tara?"
Macy looked at him. "Yeah. Why not?"
"She just pops back up and you're all in?'
"Jax sure as fuck is," she laughed.
Opie laughed and nodded. "He's always all in. Any word on Wendy?'
"Pregnant," Macy shrugged. "He's keeping her far which is probably not smart."
"Probably not," he agreed.
They pulled in and parked, limping from the truck into the clubhouse and Opie immediately disappeared. Macy knew he'd be planning and whatever it was that they did behind closed doors, so she made herself comfortable on the couch with a beer and a pack of cigarettes.
"You hear from LaRoy?" Gemma asked as she stood over Macy.
Macy nodded. "I did, I'm not allowed in the bar at all until this shit is cleaned up."
Gemma shook her head almost as if she expected it but really she just liked having Macy close, for selfish and selfless reasons. "Guess you need a job."
"No, I'll be back there soon," she said staunchly.
"Oh baby," she said with disappointment. "Don't you want more for yourself than a bartender at some gangster bar?"
"I'm good," Macy said defiantly.
"And when you get fat, your tits sag and you lose that baby face? Then what? You don't get tipped based on your service, Macy," Gemma said harshly.
"I can help with that," Tara said eagerly.
Macy's face lit up. "Hey!"
"Hey," she smiled at Macy. "Gemma," she said politely.
"What can you help with, nosy?"
"I can get her a job at the hospital," Tara offered. "Probably start as a transporter but it's easy to work your way up."
"Hey, let's get off the subject of my job prospects at least until my leg heals."
"Here to see Jax?' Gemma asked Tara, clicking her nails against her thumb nail one by one.
Tara shook her head. "No."
"Who?' Gemma sneered.
"She's with me, Ma," Macy groaned. "So leave us alone."
Gemma glared at the both of them but didn't say a word before she left for the Teller Morrow office letting the girls chat privately.
--
Opie's definition of quick was much different than Macy's but she only found that out four hours after they left for the job.
"He said quick," Macy complained.
"They had to make a stop," Juice said cryptically. "They should be back in less than an hour."
"Tig, Chibs," Clay barked, "You're with me. Juice keep the scanner on."
"What's going on?" Macy asked as they moved toward the door.
"Nothing," he grumbled. "We're working, having an audience doesn't change that."
"We're just hanging out, I can't help seeing your mood change," Macy said with concern.
"We just have to run interference," Clay said simply. "It's nothing."
"You'd think I wasn't born into this shit," she laughed.
"You'd think," Clay said with his usual grin. "Calm
down. It's all under control."
The three left and Macy returned to Tara at the bar. 30 minutes had passed when Macy asked. "You think it's all under control?"
"No," Tara shook her head, "But all we can do is wait." They didn't have to wait long though. Less than ten minutes later a voice crackled through the scanner
"All units be advised high speed pursuit coming south into town. Black panel van, no plates, two motorcycles. White males, in all black, no further information."
"Under control my ass," Macy snapped. "Two bikes? So my dad, Tig and Clay didn't catch up."
"Alright, dispatch. I'm heading their way. Sons?"
"I think that's a safe bet, sir." Hale's voice made Macy's fingers curl into fists.
"These bitches," Macy spat.
"They gotta shake whoever is chasing them before they head back here," Juice told them.
The scanner broke its silence. "Sir, we're up to three riders and the van now, another two were picked up by SanWa sheriffs."
"I keep missing the intercept," Hale complained.
Just then, the squeal tires and roar of engines broke the tension and the three listeners ran out to meet whoever had arrived safely. The van sped directly into one of the bays of the garage and Half Sack quickly pulled the shutters while the front gate was locked.
"Kyle and Tig," Clay complained to Juice.
"Ope?" Macy called out as she went through the office to the bays. "You okay?"
The door popped open and Opie got out of the driver's seat unharmed. "I'm good."
"What happened?" She asked as they embraced.
"I don't know," he sighed. "Cops were on us as soon as we left. We don't know who saw us. They got Tig and Hobart."
"I know," she grimaced. "I'm just glad it wasn't you, Jax or my dad."
Opie chuckled sadly, "Yeah me too."
"What's gonna happen to them?" She asked he as guided her from TM toward the clubhouse.
"I don't know. Nothing, hopefully."
Opie opened the door for Macy and got them each a beer. The men unwound a bit but were back at the table before long. Two of them were in lock up, they needed a game plan and straight stories. Melancholy, they left chapel and all headed for home.
"Come on," Opie said to Macy. "Let's go home."
She smiled and followed Opie, catching Clay's eye, but all he did was smile and nod approvingly. Had she known of Opie's admission it would have been a heartwarming moment but instead she was just confused.
"You worried?" Macy asked Opie as they neared their home.
"Yeah," he huffed. "Just wanna get em' home as soon as we can. Hard to plan shit when we don't know anything."
"My Dad is gonna call Rosen?"
"Already did," Opie told her. "He'll get the message first thing."
Macy nodded. "This sucks."
"It's about to get fucking worse," Opie said as they rounded the corner to see three cop cars out front of the house. "Wait in the car," he told her authoritatively.
"Why?" She asked. "Why are they here?" Macy stammered as he got out of the car.
Before shutting the door he shook his head sadly and looked at her. "Why do you think, Mace?"
"Fuck," she hissed.
"Opie?" Hale called out.
"Yeah," Opie said, hands raised. "What is this?"
"Where were you tonight?"
Opie grit his teeth, "At the clubhouse with Macy."
"Not in Oakland?" Hale took a few measures steps toward him
"Why would I be in that shit hole?" Opie scoffed.
"No grand theft and arson?" Hale asked.
Opie rolled his eyes. "Just beers with my girl."
Hale sighed heavily, exhausted by the back and forth and pulled out his cuffs. "Harry Winston you're under arrest."