CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND TEN

As a reminder; this is a Re-Post; this story is complete at 118 chapters.

Donna and I both move to go to Chibs' side but we're stopped by Opie's massive forearm slamming over the gap in the door. "Wait, we don't know what the fuck is going on."

Chibs coughs several times and sits up shoving whatever it was that fell from the top of the closet to the floor beside him with another thump. "I'm okay girls. Just got the wind knocked outta me."

He stays seated while he looks at the offending item before shooting a look at Opie who is still blocking our way. "Looks like someone booby trapped the wardrobe."

Opie turns to Donna as Jax steps out of the kid's room, the rocking chair in front of him. "What ya mean, booby trapped?"

"This thing that fell on me, woulda knocked Donna or Sarah out if it'd hit them." He states, hoisting the black wrapped box off the floor and dropping it on the bed where it lands with a thump and a whoosh of blankets. Ripping the black rubbish bag back I'm not sure if I'm stunned, afraid or just plain fucked off that one of my few handbags has been used to hurt someone. Chibs opens the top and pulls out a couple of bricks, tossing them onto the tattered plastic.

Jax and Opie's eyes meet for a second before they look at us and Jax starts talking, "You two, clubhouse. We'll do the rest of this. We don't know what else has been booby trapped."

I snort at him, "Jax, us being at the clubhouse may make you feel better, but it's not going to help us from wondering if you're okay."

Opie sighs, "Well, then stay in the living room. That's been cleared."

We both nod and like children who've been told off we slouch towards the living room and sit on the floor leaning against a wall.

Over the next hour while the guys walk past us with various bins full of rubbish for outside and furniture heading towards the garage we talk quietly, the occasional swearing and at least one other loud thump that we aren't told anything about.

Chibs came out at the 45 minutes mark and crouches down beside us. "I know you're worried girls. I'm all good now. Nothing a whiskey won't fix later."

I lean over and rest my arm on Chibs protruding knee. "Well, first whiskeys on me, courtesy of Donna."

Donna grins, "Sure, and the second and third are from me via Sarah as well."

I chuckle, "May as well make the whole night on me."

Chibs laughs as he stands up, "Drinks are free at the clubhouse, did ya forget that?"

I shrug, "So tell me a Whiskey you want to try and I'll see what I can do about getting you a bottle."

Chibs grins at the challenge, "Okay then. 1955 Glenfiddich Janet Sheed Roberts Reserve."

I pull my phone from my pocket and note it down in a blank text and nod. "I'll see what I can do."

As Chibs walks towards the bedrooms he comments over his shoulder, "It's about 80 grand a bottle."

I don't say a word and I guess he takes the silence as shock, but its more inattentiveness as I start building a text message to Patrick around the words I've just typed in.

Pressing send a couple of minutes later Donna looks over at me, "You didn't seriously just send a message about an 80 thousand dollar bottle of scotch did you?"

I nod, "Yep I did. It's not one I've heard of before but hopefully Patrick would have. Before you ask, Patrick is my lawyer he deals with my trusts, will, everything requiring a legal team."

Donna nods, "Okay, and if he comes back to say he's found a bottle of overpriced-should-come-with-solid-gold-glasses whiskey what happens then?"

"I buy it and give it to Chibs and watch as he has a heart attack. Then I ignore any and all questions related to my finances." I grin at Donna and she just shakes her head at me.

Opie walks down the hall and stops just in front of us, "Almost done, just the kitchen cupboards to clear then we're outta here."

Donna nods, her head almost at a 90 degree angle as she looks up at her husband, "Okay, we're fine out here. Just planning and plotting."

Opie raises an eyebrow, "Planning and plotting what exactly?"

Donna grins, "Our new house, Sarah's liquor cabinet, the next attack on Jax's willpower."

Opie laughs, "There ain't much of that left."

"Good. Then it will be so much easier to make him fall." I smile as the man in question appears from the back of the house, his hair darker with sweat from moving all the furniture.

Tig, Happy and Chibs head out the door calling over their shoulders that they'll see us all at the clubhouse in a while. With only the tiny kitchen to go it would be harder with 5 of them in the room.

Opie looks around the room, from where we're sitting in the living room we watch as the pair of them pile the cupboard doors in one corner and go through the room checking for anything that hasn't been destroyed. The entire contents of the kitchen fit in one box about the size of a bedside table.

Jax's face has screwed up several times as he's been checking the draws and it almost worries me to ask but when they finally both come out of the room he drops down to the floor beside me, a pile of paper in his hands.

He looks over at me and shakes his head, "Seems your ex wanted to make sure as many people as possible saw those photos. We've found at least 5 other sets of them in the house, one in the kids room plastered over the inside of the wardrobe door."

I shudder where I'm sitting as Opie pulls a stack of paper from his back pocket and hands it to me, I don't even bother to look past the top one, they're all computer print outs of the same photos I've already seen and I don't have the desire, or the stomach, to see them again.

Donna snatches the piles from Opie's and Jax's hand before storming into the kitchen and dropping the whole lot in the sink, she comes back out, reaches into the inside of Opie's kutte, returns to the kitchen and seconds later we see flames leaping out of the sink.

Once the photos are burnt to her liking she dumps the contents of one of the water bottles on the bench down after them and comes back.

"Right, time to go now?" She says, and even though it's worded like a question I can tell it's not.

I get to my feet and wrap an arm round her waist, "I'm here D, I'm okay."

She looks up at me and nods, "I know."

Jax wraps an arm around both of us and rests his head on my shoulder, looking at Donna's face, "And the sick fuck isn't here, and can't hurt anyone else."

She nods decisively. "Know that too. Right, you 2 go to the clubhouse, we're going to get S some clothes then we'll be on the way. Need anything?"

Opie pats his pockets and pulls out his pack of smokes, "Yup." He says, pulling one out and squishing the empty pack into a ball.

Donna smiles, "Sure, smokes. Of course, Jax?"

Jax shakes his head, "Nah, someone brought me a coupla packs last night, I'm good I think."

I giggle, "We'll get you more just in case."

He ruffles my hair which makes me screech, duck out from under his arm and dash for the door. "Not that hair! D, you coming?"

Donna pauses long enough to give Opie a kiss and follows me out the door back to the truck, past the skip which is now piled up over the top with trash.

She climbs up into the passenger's seat as I start the car and wind the window down; waving as we pull away I'm almost pulling into Jax's driveway before I've had a chance to put both hands on the steering wheel.

Looking further down the street I grin as I take inventory of the houses, in the space of a 3 block radius are houses belonging to Clay, Jax, Opie, Chibs, Bobby and the one that I just brought.

As we get out of the car I question Donna, "Can you imagine the sort of people that would be here if we had a block party?"

Donna erupts into giggles, "We'd get thrown out of town, parents would have to explain to their children what boobs are and why there are women who want to dress with them barely covered."

Unlocking the door and walking into Jax's house I nod. "Yep, sex ed at a young age."

"Yeah, if you class 15 year olds as young." Donna splutters as we walk down the hall.

I giggle as I pull out the clothes I was intending on wearing and put them on the bed. "Well, if they want to be grandparents by not explaining about it then that's their problem. What do you think?"