My obvious thanks to the freak circle and EmeraldJewelSparkle. No way this story would be half as good without any of you.

This chapter ended up at a little over 6000 words, my goal was 5000 per chapter, but i really wanted to completely finish the funeral. Which i did, so...

(Deep baritone voice) And now the conclusion…

Disclaimer: I do not have the rights to SOA and make no profit off my writing. Anything you don't recognize from the show I have created.

Content Warning: This fanfiction is rated M. Please respect that warning and do not read this if you do not want to read M rated material.

2022

Age 30

Happy headed inside the house to survey the damage. Not as bad as it could have been, luckily they started in the hallway, not the living room or the kitchen, before taking it outside. He headed up the stairs towards Mathew's cries but stopped halfway up. Kristen and Suzie were both standing on the top of the stairs, tears in their eyes, clutching each other.

Happy was suddenly thrown back more than 20 years to Gabby standing on the steps watching Happy and Emily fight. Gabby had run from him, he had lost her.

"It's okay girls." Happy raced up the stairs and knelt on the last one hugging both girls tightly. Both clung to him and he carefully picked them up and maneuvered them through the hall into Kristen's room. He sat down on the bed, each girl taking up one thigh and he kept his arms around them holding them on his lap.

"Did someone try to break in grandpa?" Kristen said through sniffles.

"Somebody crashed through the door." Suzie added.

"We saw cop cars." Kristen added, both girls talking on top of each other.

"Girls, it's okay, I promise. No one tried to break in. You're okay." He smoothed Kristen's hair down and held her head down on his shoulder and kissed the top of Suzie's head.

Mathew was still wailing in the other room but the girls were clinging to him to tightly for him to tuck them back into bed.

Tig had caught sight of Happy carrying the girls so he went to Mathew. The young boy was sobbing, his face bright red. Tig cringed in sympathy and he scooped the boy up in his arms, pacing the room and bouncing him.

"Shhhh it's okay baby." Tig shushed him, kissing and stroking his head. "It's okay, I'm here now, it's okay."

Tig heard the girls hysterically retelling the fight they had heard as Mathew quieted his screams just slightly. Happy comforted them and Mathew screamed again, struggling in Tig's arms.

"Grandpa!" Mathew cried out and Tig held him tightly to his chest.

"Grandpa's here Mathew. Grandpa's right here." Tig murmured in Mathew's ear, rubbing circles on his back. "Grandpa has you Mathew." He cradled his grandson's head and kissed him several times.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Mathew screamed and struggled again.

"Grandpa's right here little man." Tig looked up as Happy spoke at the door and came over taking Mathew away from Tig. He instantly stopped screaming. Tig visibly flinched, Mathew had no idea he was his grandfather.

Happy patted his back as he started hiccupping from all the crying. "Deep breaths buddy." Happy spoke in a low calming voice, giving Tig an odd look as he comforted the child. It clicked for Happy that Tig was jealous the boy preferred him, but Happy saw Mathew nearly every day. It was to be expected that the boy would want him when upset instead of Tig.

"Check on the girls." Happy finally spoke to Tig, pulling him back to reality. "Please?" Happy added as if it were a personal favor.

Tig nodded and left the room, swallowing the rather large lump in his throat. "Hey girls." Tig put on a smile and went into Kristen's room. Both girls were sitting on the bed, each clutching their stuffed animal of preference.

"Come on, time for bed. No more excitement." Tig kissed each of them on the head and scooted them under the covers.

"No, no no Uncle Tig stay!" Both girls at once started protesting and grabbing at him.

"Shh shh okay, quiet down, in bed, I'll stay. Okay?" The girls nodded and scooted over as far as they could to make room for him on the bed. Even so Tig shifted to the floor, sacrificing a pillow pet for his knees and knelt next to the bed, propping his elbows on the mattress and his head in his hands.

"Will you tell us a story Uncle Tig?" Kristen asked, Tig smiled.

"What story sweetie?"

"A special story, not a book story." Suzie chimed in and Kristen frantically nodded her head in agreement.

"Okay, a special story…" Tig thought quickly, looking around the room for ideas.

Shark led Becky to the office, pushed her gently on the bed and handed her a beer, settling himself in Casper's computer chair, feet propped up on the bed.

"You alright?" Shark asked taking his first swig.

"I'm fine. I just feel bad." Becky started peeling the label off her bottle. "V-Lin hates me." She murmured.

"V-Lin just got his ass kicked. He's lashing out." Shark assured her.

"He's not gonna…he's…just…" Becky shook her head and moved back further on the bed getting comfortable.

Shark looked at her and chugged the rest of his beer. "Did you sleep with him?" He asked outright and kept his eyes trained on her.

"No." Becky said shaking her head. "I just thought… he was so sweet and Suzie liked him. And he was good with her." Becky tailed off.

Shark reached over to the desk and set down his empty bottle. He was more relieved than he wanted to admit that they hadn't hooked up. He was all for Becky being in a relationship, but the thought of V-Lin sleeping with Becky and then dumping her because Tom Tom pissed him off…Becky deserved better than that.

He looked back at her; she was now lying on her back, knees bent, feet flat on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her beer was unopened, balanced on her stomach.

"Becky?" He asked, dropping his feet and leaning forward.

"Men are assholes." She stated simply with a sniffle. Shark smirked. Her leaned over more and snatched her beer, cracking it open and taking a sip.

"Not all of us…all the time. There's some good ones, and the rest of us have our moments."

Becky huffed and Shark downed the rest of the beer, set it next to the first, and propped his feet back up on the bed. He didn't want to leave Becky, and the chair was comfortable enough for the night.

Gabby got home sometime past 4 a.m. She and Carol had made all the muffins and other assorted bakery needed for morning. She would have to go back early to start the eggs and meats that couldn't be done before hand. She slipped in through the garage and surveyed the damage to her house. Not actually as bad as she had imagined. The front door was dented, so was the hallway closet door. She peaked in the den and turned off the light on Becky and Shark, not at all surprised Shark was sleeping in Casper's computer chair instead of the pull out. The man was a gentleman to the end, to a certain class of women at least.

She peaked in the living room at Hammer on the couch before heading up the stairs, still looking for damage. She peaked in each of her kids rooms. Happy was laying precariously on Mathew's toddler bed, one leg bent, foot resting on the floor, her son was being held securely to his grandfather's chest and both were sleeping soundly.

She was a bit taken aback at Tig in the girls' room. Even though she knew in her head that Tig would never hurt the girls, the very thought of him in here made her squirm. But the girls were together in bed, Tig was flat on his back with a stuffed animal under his head. She paused for a moment, considering waking him, or 'accidentally' waking him, and informing him of a much more comfortable recliner downstairs. She reminded herself that Tig loved the girls, and though he had said unimaginably horrible things to her as a teen, he had never once actually carried through with any of his perverted proposals. She took a deep breath and turned for her own room, leaving Kristen's door wide open. She was physically unable to shut Tig in that room.

She stood in her own doorway for a moment debating on leaving it open as well. "Shut the door love." Casper mumbled quietly but the noise still made her jump. She pulled it closed and walked towards the bathroom, striping off her clothes.

"Tig's in the girls' room." She informed him, leaving the bathroom door open while she brushed her teeth and rinsed off her face, too tired for a shower. She unclipped her hair and walked over to the bed, crawling in with her husband.

"On the floor. The girls begged him to stay. Cops came, they were scared." He shifted and wrapped his arm around her, resting his head on her bare breast.

"Everything settled?" She asked, her fingers instantly traveling through her husband's hair.

"Yeah, everything's good. I'll get you a new table." He added after a moment remembering the cracked hallway table with the lock box the men put their weapons in when they came to play with the kids. "Tom Tom stormed off. Chibs cleaned up V-Lin and took him to Sharks." He murmured quietly, his hand stroking his wife's side.

"Becky?" Gabby asked, still wide awake.

"Not hurt, Shark talked to her. Don't know more." He got quieter as he answered. "Sleep love."

"Can't sleep." Gabby admitted. She was exhausted, but her brain wouldn't stop going over all the things still left to do.

"When you going back?" He shifted to look at her.

"Two hours." She stroked his head. "Go to sleep baby, I won't keep you up."

"You should sleep too." He nestled his head further into her cleavage. He placed a hand firmly on her hip and stroked circled with his thumb. He felt her heartbeat speed up against his head and smiled. Only his wife could get turned on this exhausted in a house full of people.

He pretended not to notice and continued drawing circles on her hip bone. He lightened his pressure to barely a graze and her breath caught.

"Baby." She finally whimpered when just the tip of his short thumb nail touched her.

"We got a house full of people love." He reminded her.

"I'll be quite." She gasped. Casper lifted his head and raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. "You could gag me." He snorted loudly and buried his face in her cleavage to stop a laugh. She used the fingers in his hair to turn his head to the side and press his mouth to the side of her breast.

He gave it a quick nip before using the arm not caressing her to prop himself up. "You don't really want to screw with this many people around love." He looked at her seriously.

She looked back at him, pain grief and exhaustion clear on her face. "I want to come, hard. And sleep like a rock." Her voice wavered and the cliché 'so tired I could cry' popped into Casper's head. He kissed her gently on the lips and returned his head to her cleavage. His hand traveled from her hip bone to her sex. He slipped two fingers between her folds and spread the liquid that had already gathered.

Her hips bucked lightly as he started to circle her clit. He licked the side of her breast and snuck his free hand up to her neck, popping the tip of his thumb in her mouth. She sucked it eagerly and swirled her tongue around it making him groan quietly.

All he planned on doing was getting his wife off, hard, as requested, and hopefully quietly, although that might leave him with a few bite marks. Totally worth it, he reminded himself as she bucked again and nipped his thumb, especially with both of Gabby's fathers in hearing distance.

He slipped two fingers inside of her and let his thumb continue the assault on her clit. His mouth closed over her left nipple and he popped his thumb out of her mouth, leaving his whole hand covering it instead.

She bucked off the bed as her orgasm grew closer and slipped her tongue out, darting it at his hand. His teeth grazed her in warning, but he knew it was a lost cause; he was rock hard and trying desperately not to hump her leg as she moved about and moaned.

He gave in with a gasp when her hand darted down and clasped him firmly. She arched her neck moving his hand and looked back down at him.

"You." She whispered and squeezed his erection

"Love." He looked at her, not nearly as liberated in bed as she was to be okay with the current situation.

"You." She pleaded again and slipped her leg to the other side of him, forcing him between her legs. She knocked his hand out of the way and used the tip of his cock to continue the assault of her clit.

"Fuck." He groaned into her chest before raising himself on his elbows to kiss her. The slick circles were too much against his sensitive head; she knew this and wrapped her legs around her husband as high as she could. The angle allowed him to slip wholly inside of her as soon as she let go of him.

She sighed in satisfaction as he groaned. He started thrusting immediately, his lips still locked to hers as they swallowed each other's moans. He left one hand tangled in her hair, forcing her lips to stay on his and reached beneath her with the other, gripping and lifting her ass just right to send her falling over the edge.

She moaned and fought his grip; he broke off the kiss and held her head to his shoulder. Her teeth bit down on his shoulder and her nails dug down the skin on his back. When she quieted and came down he pulled away and quickly flipped her onto her stomach. She rose to her knees and he growled, bending to bite one perfect round ass cheek before pressing her down flat and straddling her legs. He laid flat on top of her and slipped back inside, they both groaned at the first thrust and he bit his lip, she pressed her head down onto her pillow, both stifling any further sound.

His hand collected her hair and swept it off her neck. He couldn't see his name on her in the dark, but his tongue traced the letters emblazoned on her, knowing instinctually where they were.

"Mmmmmmm" Casper grinned against Gabby's neck listening to her muffled moans into the pillow. He traced a path with his tongue to her ear and sucked on the lobe. "Casper." She gasped, bucking her ass up, trying to get friction against her clit to come again.

"I love you. Fuck I love you Gabby." He repeated it a few more times in her ear as his free hand snaked under her as she bucked once more. He pressed two fingers just above her clit thrusting into her from the opposite angle.

"Love." He whispered once more in a teasing tone before sliding his fingers down and releasing her second orgasm.

"Fuck baby, god." Gabby cursed as quietly as she could.

"Gabby." Casper sighed out her name getting closer to his own climax. He sunk down lower on her, letting go of her hair and clutching the sheets on either side of her head. Gabby slipped her hands under his, letting their fingers intertwine.

She turned her head and he pressed his lips to her cheek. He continued to murmur sweet nothings to her, his lips pressing against her every so often till he reached his orgasm with a choked gasp.

Gabby lay still as Casper kissed her cheek a few times. She loved Casper, she wasn't as emotional as he was, didn't find it as necessary to show love the way he did, but she did enjoy it. She felt she was hard, he assured her she wasn't. They both knew deep down her childhood was to blame, but Casper wouldn't dare bring it up, and she refused to use her past as an excuse for anything. She had made huge strides in showing affection, and once the children had been born it had become even easier; but this, this cuddling emotional overflow after sex was all Casper.

He continued to lay on top of her till he grew soft and slipped out of her, only then moving off his wife to her side and turning her to spoon against him. She fell asleep with his hand absently stroking her stomach.

Shark woke with a start when the light in the den was turned off but quickly became aware of his surroundings. He blinked a few times and listened to Gabby make her rounds of the house before getting in bed. He loved listening to Gabby and Casper whisper in bed; he loved listening and watching Gabby and Casper as husband and wife. They were the perfect couple in his mind, supportive without nagging, happy, completely in love; even their fights were productive with solutions at the end instead of bitter accusations or name calling. It was something he wanted so badly. Sweet butts were always available to cook and clean and take care of all his sexual needs; but he wouldn't dare lay in bed with one at the end of a long day and talk, let alone do any other couple's activities.

A muffled moan drifted down and Shark let his head fall back against the chair. It wasn't loud enough to wake anyone, if he hadn't been listening so intently he would have missed it completely. Another moan drifted down through the ceiling and he fought the erection that started to rise. He refused to be turned on by his two best friends making love. It was wrong.

It wasn't that he wanted Gabby, he wasn't wishing he was up there, or picturing her and himself together; it was just the idea of it. Making love. He had made the mistake of indulging in that fantasy with a sweet butt in Florida one to many times and had a hell of a time convincing her she wasn't special to him. He just wanted to make love. He wanted to worship a woman's body instead of just taking it.

He was fully erect at the thought and tried desperately not to listen to Gabby and Casper, not being able to stop the images from forming in his head. He looked to Becky, facing away from him now, still on top of the covers. Her little round ass pointed perfectly for him to stare at. He pulled at his jeans but stopped. He scoffed at himself and got up out of the chair, retreating quietly to the kitchen.

He would not sit in there and use Becky like that. He wouldn't use her and he wouldn't listen to Gabby and Casper. Disgusted with himself he grabbed a beer out of the fridge and drank it in the dark, careful not to disturb Hammer in the living room.

Gabby woke as her alarm blared. She reached out for it, still cocooned next to Casper, but she couldn't feel it on the night stand. She begrudgingly followed the noise to the bathroom where she dug the offending object out of her jeans pocket. She hit dismiss instead of snooze like she wanted and hopped right in the shower.

She showered quickly and patted herself dry, running a towel through her hair as she pulled on fresh clothes. She slipped a hair band around her wrist to wear when she started cooking and tip toed out of the bedroom; Casper still amazingly sound asleep.

She peaked in both the kids' rooms, checking on them and their guardians. No one had appeared to move, Tig hadn't appeared to move. She shook her head at her ridiculous fear from last night, choosing to blame it on the lack of sleep and not her own inner demons. She closed the doors quietly and paused at the top of the stairs. She missed her kids. She had barely seen them the last few days.

She pushed the thought out of her head and made her way downstairs. Life would soon return to normal, or more accurately whatever the new version of normal would be, and she would once again get to tuck her kids in at night and wake them with kisses in the morning.

"Shark!" Gabby gasped and jumped. Lost in her thoughts she hadn't noticed the near permanent fixture that was Shark in her kitchen. He smiled and handed her a freshly poured travel mug of coffee, having made himself at home in the two hours since he'd woken.

"Good morning to you too." He remarked, snorting at her still damp wild hair.

"Sorry. Assumed everyone would still be asleep." She took the coffee gratefully. "Been up long?"

"A while." He shrugged. "Started the coffee when I heard you in the shower. You taking Becky with you?"

"Gonna let her sleep longer. Kitchen's not big enough for everyone to be in there helping. Do me a favor and wake her in an hour or so? I need her at 8 to start serving. Tacoma's rolling out early."

"Sure. Anything else?" He offered, his guilt over spying last night getting the better of him.

Gabby sighed. "Just help get the kids ready, bring 'em to the clubhouse. I was gonna send Tony over but I'd rather…"

"No problem." He cut her off. "Lenard's doing Church before Redwood leaves, got nothing till then."

Gabby nodded her head in thanks. "How's Becky?" She asked quietly.

Shark shrugged. "Men are assholes, she didn't sleep with V-Lin, she has no idea why Tom Tom got so pissed." He summed up last night's conversation.

"And Tom Tom?"

"Stormed off after Casper got rid of the cops. Sure as hell didn't go to my place last night…"

Gabby nodded again and wiped a hand over her face. "Alright, I'll fix that later. I gotta go. Thanks for the coffee." She held up the travel mug as she hurried out of the kitchen.

"You done with your girl talk bring me some damn coffee." Hammer yelled at Shark from the living room as soon as the garage door closed.

Shark rolled his eyes and poured a mug bringing it to Hammer. "You leaving?" Shark asked, seeing Hammer's fully dressed state.

"Vegas came home to trouble. Shit never ends brother." Hammer grabbed the coffee, checked the temperature with a sip then downed the rest.

"Breakfast at 8 if you can stick around."

"Gotta meet Quinn on the road." He handed the empty mug back and stated for the front door.

He stopped in the hall and looked at the den door. "Last time I came through town I coulda sworn it'd be you and Tom Tom fighting over that girl."

"She's a friend." Shark said, looking at the door as well.

"She's a good girl, young. Keep her out of the shit, hear?"

"Yes sir." Shark remarked with a smirk. Tougher the man, bigger the weakness for a pretty girl, he thought. He watched Hammer leave and turned back to the kitchen and his thoughts.

Truth be told if he wanted Becky he could get her. He was attracted to her, liked her, cared about her, loved her kid. But as much as he wanted to settle down he was also scared. He was the first to admit he probably wouldn't stay loyal on the road like Casper. And everyone in the club loved Becky. Sure they wouldn't tell her he was cheating, there was a code, but he didn't want the men judging him either.

He started on his second pot of coffee. If he didn't snag Becky Tom Tom was sure to start pushing up on her. Hell, he had fought V-Lin for her, he wouldn't just pretend like that never happened. Would Tom Tom stay faithful to her? Would he and the others begrudge Tom Tom if he didn't? Was his fear ungrounded, just another excuse not to settle down like he claimed he wanted to?

Two trips to piss and half way through a third pot of coffee Shark heard someone on the steps and poured a mug for them. Casper came around the corner shirtless and looking rough and collapsed into a kitchen chair. Shark set the mug in front of him and sat as well.

"Best house guest ever." Casper mumbled grabbing the coffee.

"Since when do I qualify as a house guest?" Shark asked sarcastically. Casper leaned back in his chair and glared. Shark choked on his coffee at the sight of the fresh red bite mark on his best friends shoulder.

"Shit bro." Shark laughed and set his coffee down. "You might want to put a shirt on. Just you know, before Hap or Tig come down."

Casper looked at him cross-eyed, before realization dawned on him. He reached a hand over his shoulders to his back, missing the bite mark entirely. He blew out a breath and pushed his tired frame up from his chair. "Not like Hap ain't seen 'em before." Casper mumbled and turned for the stairs, revealing the scratch marks down his back. Shark stared at him, his mouth fallen open. Apparently last night hadn't been the sweet love making Shark had fantasized about.

"Woah, wait!" Shark yelled and stood, following his friend up the stairs.

"Not discussing my sex life with you." Casper shot him down in a harsh whisper, glaring at him for his volume.

"But you'll discuss it with HAPPY!" He seethed out much quieter, shutting Casper's bedroom door shut.

"I don't discuss it with Happy. He's seen the evidence." Casper rolled his eyes and threw a shirt on.

"And you're still alive?" Shark asked, collapsing on the bed in disbelief.

"Gabby does it to me. What the fuck is there to be mad at me for? Besides, apparently it runs in the family. Something about her half-sister taking after Tig too…." Casper trailed off and shrugged.

Becky pulled up to the lot with the three kids in tow and four bikes behind her. As agreed upon, she left the men to deal with the crabby, hungry kids and went directly inside to help Gabby. Tacoma was milling around drinking coffee and eating muffins. Becky spotted a few of the men trying to hold a conversation with Vivica, who seemed disinterested in anything being said. She couldn't help looking around for V-Lin or Tom Tom, and was somewhat relieved at seeing neither. She bypassed Juice hunched over the bar and smiled at Tara carrying silverware on her way to the kitchen.

"I'm here. So are the kids, Shark and Tig assured me they would be kept out of our hair till after breakfast. None of them wanted to drive a cage." She tacked onto the end at Gabby's skeptical look.

Gabby rolled her eyes and started scrapping a skillet full of scrambled eggs onto a serving platter. "I'll follow you out, thanks Becks." Gabby handed her the plate and smiled, Becky smiled back and carried the dish out, setting it next to the stacks of plates and baskets of muffins on the bar. She came back in and was immediately handed another platter full of bacon and sausage, Carol following her out with a huge plate of pancakes.

The women set the platters down and began serving as Gabby came out, a pot of coffee in each hand and started doling out refills till another sweet butt hurried in the door and grabbed them from her. Becky recognized the sweet butt as Angie, the onetime friend that had brought Becky to the clubhouse for the first time.

Angie wasn't a full time sweet butt, she only showed up for large events or parties, not to cook and clean for the guys. Becky was surprised to see her here, but catching the glare Carol gave her Becky understood. If Angie wanted to partake freely in the festivities she had to put in the work.

When the line of men went down Becky filled two plates and sat down with Vivica. "Hungry?" She asked the older woman.

"Starving and I can't eat a bite." Vivica let out a pained laugh. Her sister had cut her off from her Xanax and Vivica had dipped into Chris' weed. She was no longer numb, but certainly mellow. "How are you sweetie?" She asked, ignoring the plate of food and squeezing Becky's hand.

"I'm okay, sad…but okay." Becky sniffed once but tried to assure the woman.

"Hard to grieve with so many people around. Sometimes I think they do it on purpose. So many deaths in this life, boys found a way of coping with the grief." Vivica said honestly.

"Think you're right. But us girls got a pretty solid way too." Becky smiled at her squeezing her hand back and resting her head against Vivica's.

"You're a good girl Becky. Thank you for helping Gabby. Afraid I haven't done a thing for all this."

"It's what family is for Vivica." Becky smiled at her and the older woman beamed at her and hugged her.

"Family Becky, yes. You are good family."

Fresno and Charming crammed themselves into the chapel after the last of the other charters had left. Jax sat at the opposite end of the table from Lenard and lit a cigarette. Everyone waited for him to begin.

"You know the Mayan's and the Diablos don't get along too well down in LA." Jax finally spoke. "When I talked to Alvarez on your behalf he was intrigued. According to him Ramon and the Mayans on your border didn't know this D-27 group was related to them. That was good Intel on your part." Jax gave a nod at the Fresno officers at the end of the table.

"Mayan's are worried at the premise. Diablos moving north would be a bad thing for them. LA charter snooped around."

Lenard and the others waited patiently for Jax to get to his point. "Apparently Deus was expelled from Diablos for skimming profits. Took a hell of a beating. He left with a small following to start fresh. In other words, you have no Diablos backlash coming for this."

A lot of the men let out quite sighs of relief, even though they had come to the same conclusions. "Not done yet." Jax held up a hand. "I agree with Chris' decision to kill Deus given your Intel. But you missed something. Something Juice didn't find either, so don't beat yourselves up. This info came straight from LA. Xavier, X, the man you put in charge, he was Deus' half-brother. Raised separate, each had their mother's maiden name. Father was Diablos, dead now, brought both boys in." Jax sat quiet and let the men absorb the new knowledge.

"You think Xavier killed Chris." Lenard finally spoke.

"No way Chris laid that bike down on his own." Vin mumbled shaking his head and a few men grunted in agreement.

"Wouldn't take much on a curve like that to send someone flying over the edge. Guy coulda been standing in the middle of the road, murder suicide plan. Chris would have gone straight over trying not to hit him without ever seeing his face." Shark theorized.

"Or had the road blocked. Or could have crossed over the yellow line." Casper added. "We searched the city. They ain't here. You got anything on where they might be?"

"No, but Juice will keep searching. And the Mayans are on this now, if they catch wind of this group they promised to send you word. I wanted to leave a few nomads with you, but Vegas called Quinn early this morning…. We're only a few hours away." Jax nodded his head at the men.

"So, we're just assuming now that D-27 killed Chris? We got no proof and we're just supposed to accept it and hunt these guys down? What happened to a coyote on the road?" Bull put out to the rest of the table. "We were all set believing this was an accident, we find out that a missing guy and a dead guy have the same dad and we do a 180?"

"You really want to sit around and let Chris' killer walk free?" Casper asked accusingly across the table.

"We don't know that's what happened!" Bull yelled back standing up.

Hap leaned forward to intervene but Casper stood as well, slamming his hands on the table. "There's a chance, no matter how small, that we can revenge Chris' death. If you aren't prepared to do everything possible towards that end you're sitting at the wrong god damn table!" He sat back down and left Bull to stand in front of two Charters worth of brothers staring at him.

Bull sat, eyes pointed straight at the table.

"You need to vote this?" Jax asked Lenard in a displeased tone.

"Not a voting issue." Lenard assured him. "We go after D-27. Any help you can give will be appreciated. But we take care of this."

Tom Tom rushed out of Church and right out to his bike, leaving the lot. He had arrived just in time for church and hadn't said a word to anyone. Most of the men watched him go and a few turned back to V-Lin for a reaction. He pretended not to notice. Shark searched the room for Becky but came up empty, he had seen her duck into the kitchen as soon as V-Lin and Chibs came in for breakfast, hadn't gotten to see her reaction to Tom Tom.

Jax walked over and hugged Gabby and the kids. "Rolling out. Sorry about V-Lin."

"Not a problem." Gabby smiled. "Used to the displays of testosterone."

"How's Becky?" He asked, both of them walking out to the lot.

"Hiding. She hasn't said anything about it. She really liked V-Lin."

"And Tom Tom…" Jax asked.

"Oh Tom Tom…" Gabby shook her head and Jax chuckled.

"All right. I'll keep V-Lin out of Fresno till this shit gets settled." He gave her another tight hug, "love you little sis."

"Ride safe." Gabby answered. She watched the men get ready to go, hugging each other and promising support and quick responses. She tried to block out what that might mean. A few of the guys came over to give her hugs and almost all, except V-Lin, said goodbye to the kids. Gabby noticed Shark swoop Suzie up before the young girl had a chance to say goodbye to V-Lin. Distraction was always a good technique when hiding adult business from young children.

"Hey doll." Tig walked up carrying Mathew. "I ah…well…it was good to see you. I…I gotta head back with the guys, but I thought maybe, first chance I got, I could come for a visit, maybe a weekend. So we could…really talk."

Mathew reached out for his mother and Gabby took him with a smile. "Umm, yeah…." She looked at her son a moment and he tugged on her hair. Tig smiled and pulled the baby's fist away. "Thanks for all your help with the kids." Gabby managed. "We don't have a whole lot of plans. So just, call…we can work something out."

Tig smiled and nodded. He kissed Gabby's forehead before he could think twice about it and then kissed the top of Mathews head. Casper walked over putting a protective arm around his wife and child and Tig nodded at him before walking away with the others.

Tara came over, the boys already carrying the bags to the van. "Bye hun." They gave each other a small hug and Tara smiled at the baby before looking back at Gabby. "Becky's in the kitchen, she's made it her own personal mission to clean every dish from this morning."

"I'll drag her out. Safe trip. Thanks for all your help." Tara nodded and hugged Casper before heading to the van the prospect was driving back.

Fresno stood outside watching the men depart. Gabby sighed heavily and leaned against Casper. "Take me home. Put me to bed." She looked up at him and pleaded.

"Yes ma'am." Casper smiled and leaned down to kiss her. "Come here Mathew." He lifted his son out of his wife's arms. "Grab Becky, I'll pack up the kids. Do not clean." He warned and smiled at her.

"No worries."

okay everyone, big sigh, the funeral is over. Chapter 3 of my outline still is not, what was i thinking?

Regarding the 'freak circle'

I'm sure there are a few of you expecting a rant, but i don't have one.

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