A/N 12/4/2018: Hey guys. I think for this season, I'm just going to do the entire episode in one chapter. At least y'all will get some meaty content. lol It'll take a bit longer to write and with all of the overtime I'm getting at work... well...things are just interesting to say the least. I hope y'all are happy with this one. Things are getting a bit tangled with the characters, so I'm relying on you guys to tell me if something is wonky, okay? Many sets of eyes are always better than one. Another thing. I'm adding another name to my list! You know, the list of fanfics I need to write/finish after this one, though this one is my main one for now. Now... I'm thinking of a Hobbit fic. Thoughts. Should it be a twi/ hobbit cross? With Bella with one of the Durinsons? or an OC? Please tell me! I need help! lol
Jimmy walked into the church where he knelt and crossed himself before the altar and Christ. He saw the two IRA goons eyeing him up, but paid them no mind as he walked to the confessional. Entering, he crossed himself once more as the sliding door opened.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been years since my last confession. I've killed many men. Took a woman and her unborn child from another. I confess that I did this last selfishly. Glee even. But I fear it may cost me my life," Jimmy said. "I need a way out. I need some form of protection. For these and all my sins, Father, I am sorry."
"These are very serious sins, my son. You've broken your link to God. You need to be willing to repay all those you have caused pain," the priest said. Jimmy sneered at the thought of mending bridges with Filip, knowing he had well and truly burned them.
"I'm afraid that's impossible, Father," Jimmy said forlornly. "By taking this one girl, I've upset powers I've sworn never to upset."
"I can not grant you forgiveness until you ask. The gates of St. Peter will forever be out of your reach," the priest said, closing the door between them.
Both stepped out of the confessional at the same time. Father Ashby turned to Jimmy as he stepped out. "We need to talk," he said simply.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Unser opened the cell Chibs was being held in. The aforementioned man laying on the hard cot, his legs crossed at the ankles, his hands behind his head, and his eyes closed. He was the image of calm and at ease. Only the rigid way he held the pose gave away his worry.
"Am I out?" the Scot asked.
"Under the circumstances, I can make an exception for the obstruction charge," Unser said.
Chibs sat up and walked to Unser. "Any word on Hale?" he asked, one foot out the door.
"Izzy's doctor friend is keeping him in a coma for now. Until the swelling on his brain goes down. They had to cut open his head to relieve the pressure."
"I'm sorry," Chibs said softly.
"Yeah. Me, too." Chibs went to leave but Unser raised his voice, stopping him. "This attack, I know what it means, what you guys gotta do."
"I don't give a shit about retaliation," Chibs growled. "I'm gonna find my family." He walked out of the department.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"What you've done isn't only a death sentence, it's damnation," Father Ashby said.
"That's a bit over dramatic, don't you think, Father?" Jimmy asked, raising his brow.
"You have no idea what you've done, do you? The Council has cut you off. You and Fiona both. They will not extend any protection for you or Fiona. They will not jeopardize their relationship with the Sons, and especially, with the Coven. You're ambitions were over reaching. You not only kill a man part of an organization we have been allied to for more than 20 years, you kidnap the one woman, the one pregnant woman, Marcus Volturi himself views as a daughter. The one man who could wipe the floor with us without so much as a blink!"
"The woman is fine, Father. Fiona is looking after her," Jimmy said, pale and properly chastised.
"You left her with a woman who would gladly see her dead for her connection to Filip? Are you insane?"
"I know what I'm doing, Kellan!" Jimmy snapped.
"I don't think you do, James. And until you come to your senses and return the girl and her child, not only can anyone help you, but no one will."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Clay embraced Chibs as he left the building. "Hello, brother."
"What's up, man? How's it going?" he asked him and the others.
"Chibs," Bobby said, gripping his arm.
"So what do we know about the shooter?" Clay asked Unser, who had followed the Scotsman from the building.
"His jaw, cheek, and nose are busted."
"Good."
"Mayan?" Bobby asked.
"No. A few priors, but no known affiliations," Unser said.
"It don't make any sense," Opie said.
"Tell me about it."
"You baby-sitting at St. Thomas?" Clay asked.
"No. Sanwa D.A.'s all over it, getting him to flip on the ones that got away. Sorry I couldn't be more help, guys," Unser said walking away.
"Where are we at with the Irish?" Chibs asked Clay.
"Expecting a call from Liam later. He should have news for us."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"Look away," Tig said as he turned another little trinket doll in the curio cabinet around. Seriously, the little fuckers gave him the creeps.
He looked out the window for a moment before Gemma came into the dining room. He sat down quickly, hoping she didn't needle, but it was a vain hope.
"Let me guess..." she said knowingly.
"They were freaking me out," he said, taking a drink of his coffee. Gemma went to the curio and opened it.
"This one's my favorite," she said, taking one out and setting it in front of him.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he said as he quickly and nervously threw a napkin over it. Gemma chuckled.
"You talk to Clay this morning?"
"Yeah. Hale's alive. They left him in a coma for now, hoping to get his brain back to normal size. No word on Izzy yet," he said a bit sadly. He loved her like a little sister. Lord knew she understood his aversion to the little fucking knick-knacks like the one's Gemma's mom had in her little cabinet.
"We'll find her. And I have no doubt that if she thinks we're taking too long, she'll find a way out herself," Gemma said.
"Why wouldn't she just do that from the get go?"
"Probably not able to. Or it's not safe. If there's any danger to her or especially her son, she'll stay put."
It was then that Amelia, Gemma's father's care-taker walked in. "Morning," she said, not used to guests. Even if they had met at an ungodly hour that morning when Gemma arrived, didn't mean she necessarily wanted to see them first thing that morning.
Tig got up to give her some place to sit down. "Mornin', doll," he said as he passed her. Amelia smiled at him coyly, and Gemma didn't like it. She diverted the girl's attention.
"Is he up?" Gemma asked.
"Getting dressed," she replied as she poured her coffee. "You haven't asked about your mom. Thought maybe you'd want to know what happened to her."
"I know what happened. It's him I'm worried about."
"Rose took care of everything. Nate's care facility will be ready for him day after tomorrow, and there's a buyer for the house, the trust has been set up. Family was real important to her."
"Don't remember much of that," Gemma said snidely.
"When's the last time you saw her?" Amelia asked.
"Mm. I don't know. Years."
"Why so much distance?"
"Personal safety."
"You didn't get along?"
"What, you writing her memoir, darling?" Gemma asked, tired of the open probing of her reasons for staying away. It was then Gemma's father entered the kitchen. He had a look of confusion on his face, almost as if he knew he was in his own house, but the decorations and the style was different.
"Oh, morning, Daddy," Gemma said, rising from her seat. Nate looked at her with confusion as well, seeing the face of his daughter, but years in the past.
"It- it's Gemma," Gemma said haltingly.
"Oh my- My God!" Nate said excitedly. "My baby girl!" Gemma hugged him.
"Yeah, it's me. It's me," she said, holding him tight.
"My baby girl. Your mama's gonna be so glad to see you. Rose? Rose? Rosie! Where are you, Sweetie? You'll never guess who's here. Rosie?"
Amelia came over and put guided Nate to a seat. "He's gotten worse since she passed," she murmured, not wanting her charge to hear her. "He usually only got this confused later in the day."
"I hardly recognize you, sweetheart," Nate said, trailing his fingers down Gemma's cheek.
"Been a long time, daddy," Gemma said softly through the rock in her throat.
"How old are you now?" Nate asked.
"53."
"Oh," he said, taking a sip of his coffee, then frowning. "Coffee's too strong. Next time, let your mother make it."
"O-okay, daddy."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"Sheriff's guarding the shooter, just like Unser said," Clay said annoyed.
"Do we have anyone here at the hospital that could help?" Jax asked. Clay thought before a smile overtook his face.
"Let's go visit Chucky. Brighten his day."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"What are we going to do with her, Jimmy?" Fiona asked him in a panic. "If the little gash really has connections so high up, a quick death would be a mercy they wouldn't give us just for taking her."
"All I want is the kid. The boy comes out, she's disposable, and we'll disappear off the face of the earth. She doesn't look like she has more than a couple of weeks to go, and this bolt hole is secure enough. None of our connections know of it," Jimmy said. "We have an internet connection, which I'll need to secure us new papers. Hopefully my usual guy doesn't know we've been cut off yet."
All the while, neither conspirator knew that Bella was listening in. Wasn't hard through the paper thin walls of the shit hole Jimmy had taken them to. She smiled a shit eating smile. An internet connection was an idiot move. At least a normal non secure one. I.P. addresses were easy enough to track. Jimmy wouldn't have gotten a very secure one, seeing as that would look suspicious in a residential neighborhood. Even one run by the IRA. She just had to find a way to use it without either knowing. There was no way she was going to sit around waiting for Callum to come into the world, only for her to leave it, and him at James O'Phalen's mercy. She figured she had one day safely. Two if she wanted to test her luck, which she didn't.
"In the mean time, I need to start leaving a false trail," Jimmy said.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"They cut off my fingers!" Chuck screamed in the halls of the hospital as he ran in nothing but a paper gown tied loosely at the back, so his ass was showing to the whole place. "Oh, my God, they cut off my goddamn fingers!"
"Hey, hey," said the sheriff guarding the shooter that was caught at Sac's wake.
"I come in to have a mole removed- Look what they did! They took my thumbs off!" Chucky screamed.
"Put some pants back on!" the cop said over his wailing as he followed the fingerless felon away from his station. "This is a secure hallway!"
"I love Chucky," Clay said as he led the Sons to the mans room.
They stormed in and Opie and Chibs immediately stopped him from hitting the panic/nurse's button.
"Easy. Ese, easy," Chibs said as he held him down.
"This guy isn't going to be doing any talking," Bobby said, gesturing to his wired jaw.
"Who ordered the drive by? Alvarez?" Clay asked. The man spat at Clay, which immediately became the obvious bad decision it was when Clay grabbed the man's unprotected cock and balls in a crushing grip.
"Is this a Mayan hit?" Jax asked from the foot of the bed. The man still made no move or gesture to answer.
"Check his ink," Clay ordered. Chibs and Opie pulled the down down off the man's torso and checked his chest and back, then his arms.
"No Mayan colors, no gang tats," Chibs said.
"Yo, we need to get out of here," Bobby said from by the door. Chibs let the man go with a harsh shove and went to join Bobby, but Jax had an idea. He took Chibs' spot and pulled the man's lower lip down.
"Three-twelve," Jax said, looking to Opie.
"C.L.?" Opie asked, catching some thought from Jax the others couldn't. It was a connection both men had since they were boys. A bond that was eerily twin like in it's making.
"Calaveras, Lodi."
"It's a wetback M.C." Opie said. The Sons left the hospital room before the sheriff could return to see unwanted guests, but Bobby stopped them in a deserted hall, his thoughts running wild.
"Calaveras is a Mayan puppet club. What the hell are they doing proxying a retaliation?" he asked in a hushed voice.
"Holy shit," Jax said in a moment of clarity. "What if the attack was initiation?"
"It's a goddamn patch-over," Clay said. "Mayans are moving in to Lodi."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"Still have no idea where, but I can for sure tell you they are here in Ireland," Liam said. "I have the two best trackers in The Coven working on locating them. One is tracking any and all questionable aliases, and Demetri is working on our girl directly, monitoring any and all incoming emergency calls. Hell, we even have her email under watch."
"How do you know they are in Ireland?" Clay asked the phone that was currently on speaker.
"Hit on one of those previously aforementioned aliases. Three train tickets purchased from Vancouver to Quebec. Problem is, his I.P. address was jumping towers all over Ireland not Canada."
"Small problem, if I go to Ireland, I'll have a target on my forehead the moment the plane's wheels land in Belfast," Chibs said.
"Let me talk to the council. Seeing as how that was Jimmy's decision in the first place, maybe I can get it overturned," Jimmy said through the speaker.
"I'll give them 48 hours. I'm not pushing her luck or her ability to stall for time any farther than that, Liam."
"I'll make them count then."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~~
Clay and a few of the Sons met with the President of the Grim Bastards just at the Charming-Lodi boarder. The Son's rapport with the black M.C. ran for the better part of a decade, and it showed in how the two M.C.'s greeted each other.
"My brother," Clay said.
"Hey," the President greeted him. "You guys have had a tough run. Condolences all around."
"Thanks, T," Clay said.
"So, how can we help?"
"Drive by had to be ordered by the Mayans. We figure it was a patch-over."
"Initiate out of Lodi. Calaveras M.C." Happy said in his low rough voice.
"Oh, shit, yeah," the Grim President said. "We been seeing a lot of Mayan activity in town."
"Calaveras have been on a recruiting spree. All adds up," his V.P. said.
"We're gonna have to break it down. Can't have these Mayans at our boarders," Chibs said hatefully.
"We can't have 'em inside ours. You know, dope and pussy game's tough enough without Alvarez stepping on it."
"Agreed," Clay said.
"What's the move?" the Grim V.P. asked.
"Let's find out what Alvarez is up to. I need you to locate a C.L. for me."
"It's gotta be an officer, somebody plugged in to making club decisions," Opie said from his bike.
The Grim President thought for a moment before he turned to Clay. "Yeah. We'll find the right beaner."
Clay shook his hand and parted ways.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Unser was on his way to his office when he spotted Jacob Hale in his brother's office. He was sitting at the desk, tears running quietly down his face. The man may have been an idiot jack off, but he cared about his brother. Something they had in common. So the still acting Chief walked into the office.
"Need help moving any of this?" Unser offered. "Kid's going to need my office soon."
"Not as soon as we would like, it seems," Jacob said. "The 21st century has come to Charming."
"Just what you and your brother wanted, ain't it? Progress?" Unser asked.
"County Sheriff's Office would like nothing more than to absorb Charming PD. And City Council is ready to let 'em."
"There a point behind this threat?"
"It's not a threat. I think it's a bad idea. Charming needs it's local police. Besides, it'd be a shame to have it absorbed when my baby brother is this close to becoming Chief.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Gemma was headed into the bathroom just as Tig came out… in nothing but a short, silk, pink robe and a bottle of baby oil in his hand.
"Oh, hey," he said in a chuckle.
"Well, hey," Gemma teased. "Nice robe."
"Yeah," Tig said, making sure the tie of the robe was still holding.
"Uh, where are you going with the baby oil?"
"I'm not gonna lie to you. Gemma, I'm a very big man, and a little bit of lube sometimes, it's just the humane thing to do," he said matter of factly.
"Oh. Well, I- I hope that's the Guatemalan hottie in there and not my dad."
"Nah. Nah, yeah, okay. I mean, Nate's a very handsome man, but not my bent," Tig said with a smirk as he walked into the room across the hall.
"Hmm," Gemma intoned.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"Bastards found the Calaveras' president, Hector Salazar," Clay said, leading the others out of the van.
"End of the road. He's up there with his old lady," Opie said. They made a quick plan as they walked up. Everone circled the door and Clay knocked on it hard three times.
"Yeah?" came a voice inside.
"Yeah, I think we backed over your Harley out here. You might want to come and take a look," Opie said with his gun out and pointed towards the door.
"What?!" The door opened, and the man exclaimed when he saw it. "Oh, shit!" He then took off into the house, though he didn't get very far with every Son chasing him. Happy managed to down him in the living room.
"What the hell you cabrones doing here?" Salazar asked.
"Find the girl," Clay ordered.
"Puto, get out of my house," Salazar demanded when his question was ignored.
"Some of your pussy patches paid us a visit last night," Happy said in his low rough growl.
"Why are you doing Mayan bitch work, ese?" Clay asked in his face.
"Caca, piece of shit! Go, go!" a woman yelled. Clay and the others looked over to see Chibs and Bobby backing up with their hands in the air.
"Easy, darling, easy," Chibs said placatingly.
"Luisa!" Salazar called, but Jax, who had been standing just out of sight to the side of the door, rushed her and grabbed the gun she was pointing at his brothers. Jax didn't want to hurt her, but he had always been one of those men for equal rights. When a man fights him, he fights back. So, he treats women the same way. So when Salazar's old lady smacked him, with an open hand too, that's just degrading, he rammed his forehead into her nose. Jax took the gun and Luisa went down.
"You puto bitch!"
Jax's patience, which had been under some form of control with Izzy around, snapped. He walked up to Salazar and smashed his face into a nearby table. The man went down, but Jax took hold of him again, making the man look into his eyes.
"We know Calaveras are patching over Mayan. We want to know why."
"I don't know shit about no patch," Salazar spat through his bloodied nose and mouth. Jax rammed him into the table again and then steadied him.
"That's the wrong answer, bitch," Jax said with a predatory smile. Salazar actually spat at him this time, and once again, his face met the table.
"Enough!" Clay intervened. "We'll take him to the hole, finish this."
"Yeah," Jax said, doing his best to reign in his anger and he left the house.
"You can't kill me. I'm a patch president," Salazar said through pained breaths. Clay sent a hard, steel toed boot straight to Salazar's head, stunning the man.
"I don't recognize your bullshit MC," he said, putting his sunglasses on, and following Jax.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Bella was frustrated to all holy hell. She had looked around the small room that Fiona and Jimmy had locked her into. There wasn't much. A plastic bag, some broken glass, a run down damned uncomfortable cot. Bella sighed. She needed to get out of the room soon and to that internet connection. She had heard Jimmy leave maybe 20 minutes ago. Knowing how long it took to set up an alias, let alone two or three, Bella didn't see Jimmy keeping Fiona around though, he would be gone for some time. Then, a brilliant and definitely risky plan developed in her head.
"Callum, little one. This is our little secret. You tell your papa what mommy is about to do, and you'll be grounded to graduation," she muttered to the life in her womb. Grabbing the bag and a decent shard of glass, she went to stand next to the door. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and sent a quick prayer to whatever deity listening that this worked.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~~
"Dad! Soup's almost ready," Gemma called to her father, who had just gotten out of the restroom. He stopped in the hall, however, when he heard muffled noises from the hall bedroom.
"Oh, yes, that's it," a woman said. "Oh, yeah, yeah."
Nate followed the noises. Perhaps his Rosie needed something. "Rose?" He asked. The only answer he got though was moaning and giggling.
"Rose, are you all right?"
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Gemma's phone went off. She checked it and saw that it was Angela.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Gemma."
"Angel, baby. Is something wrong?"
"No," Angela assured her. "Just thought I'd give you the skinny on Bells. Liam seems certain that she is in Ireland. He's having his trackers canvasing the country while he tries to make sure that Chibs isn't killed when he goes to get her and Callum."
"You doing okay?" Gemma asked.
"As I can be. Focusing on Abel as much as I can. Jax and I haven't let him out of our sight since she was taken."
"Understandable. You've been through it, baby. What happened with the prospect, that's shit no one should have to see. Got to hold on to family, baby. That's what's getting me through it. Jax, Abel- Don't let go of them. Keep your strength."
Just then a gunshot went off. "What was that?" Angela asked worriedly.
"Shit. I'll call you back," Gemma said as she followed the sound of her father's care-giver's voice.
"How could you do this to me, Rose?! How could you?" Nate yelled at his care-giver as she attempted to cover herself with the sheets as Tig was bent over the bed, bare naked and a gunshot wound in his shoulder.
"Jesus Christ, dad, what are you doing?" Gemma asked as she entered the room, taking the rifle from her father.
"He shot me, the crazy old prick," Tig said, looking over his shoulder at the gunshot.
"He thought I was Rose," Amelia explained.
"What, wha-what is it?" Nate said confused.
"Holy shit, dad."
"Oh, God, wha-what, what did I do?" Nate asked horrified as he took in the scene with lucid eyes. "Oh, God," he sobbed.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"Okay, Vicodin," Gemma said, entering the room after seeing to her father, with a bottle of pills. "Here, eat up. Rose don't need 'em anymore."
"How's Nate?" Tig asked as he popped the pills dry.
"Hopefully he'll forget by morning."
"We got to get you to the E.R." Amelia said.
"It's a bullet wound. They'll report it to the cops," Gemma said.
"It was an accident. They can't arrest your father," Amelia said.
"Not him I'm worried about," Gemma said. And it wasn't. Tig still had that warrant in Oregon and the both were packing illegally.
"Okay, but you're going to have to pull this slug. Think you can do that?" Tig asked her.
"Yeah, I'll just use a little lube," Gemma snarked.
"I'm sorry."
"Uh-huh." Gemma took Tig's ruined shirt off the night stand, and that was when Amelia caught sight of his pistol, and not the one that had been ramming into her so pleasurably not half an hour before.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~
Hector Salazar screamed as he was buried up to his neck, cables tied around it and lead some distance out with hooks on the end, to be caught by bikes should they hit just right. Then it was bye-bye head.
"Come on! Yo no sé nada! Yo no sé nada, yo no sé nada, cabrón. You're making a mistake. You're making a mista..." But no one was listening as they went to meet Jax and Opie who just pulled up on their bikes. "Yo no sé nada!"
"You talk to Liam?" Clay asked.
"Not yet. Tried to call, but got a busy signal. We'll try again after we're done here," Jax said. Chibs looked out into the distance. The circles under his eyes were getting bigger with every night Izzy was gone.
"We miss anything?" Opie asked.
"Just getting started. You want first crack at the piñata?"
Jax looked at Opie, who merely said, "Yeah." They rode to the end of the stretch and turned to face Salazar's head. "Wait! ¿Que estan haciendo? ¿Que estan haciendo? What is this?!" he asked panicked.
"Please," he sobbed as he saw Happy standing over him with a red handkerchief as a 'flag'. "Tell them no. No! No!"
Happy put the 'flag' in the air and both boys revved their engine in readiness as Hap dropped the flag. Both Jax and Opie raced passed Salazar, dangerously close to the hooked cables attached to his head. Salazar screamed in terror and then elation as they missed.
"Bravo, matador. Bravo!" Happy encouraged.
"Stop! Stop, no more!" Salazar begged, sobbing.
"Why is Alvarez patching you over?" Clay demanded.
"Heroin! The Mayans are setting up a bag-and-cut operation in Lodi. They're moving H to Stockton Prison. That's all I know."
The Sons walked off. "This had to be the deal Alvarez cut with Ule. Too bad he doesn't know his bitch boy is dead. Someone has to be calling the shots now for the deal to still be on the table. Mayans supply the dope, A.B. gives them the prison market."
"They're processing H in Lodi, means they're running it through Charming to get to Stockton," Jax said.
"Got to take Alvarez down," Opie said.
"Shred him in pieces. We get bloody," Chibs growled. The bloodlust of his ancestors rolling through his veins in a need to calm himself.
Clay sighed paced, thinking. "We can't afford another war. We just ended on almost finished us. A.T.F.'s still sniffing, Gemma's with her father, Izzy missing. We off this guy, it's an escalation."
"Bloody '92 all over again," Jax agreed. "We spare this shithead, might give us a little room to negotiate."
"Negotiate what?" Chibs asked. "Alvarez wants us dead."
"Well, then we'll just have to change his mind. Do I need to take a vote?" Clay asked. No one voiced as such. "Let this pendejo out of the hole. He's going home."
Chibs walked up to the Calaveras president, and bent to take the cables off. "Hey, Hector. It's your lucky day."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Gemma rounded the corner to find Amelia on the desktop, typing away. Tig's mugshot up on the screen, the reward amount, a respectable 10K, under his photo.
"Doing a little research?" Gemma asked, her father's rifle resting on her shoulder.
"Look, whatever he did, it's none of my business. I'm just here to do my job." Gemma nodded and set the rifle on the counter and went to the sink.
"I appreciate that," she said, turning on the water. Amelia looked at the screen again before getting up and grabbing her purse and keys. "Where are you going?"
"Rite Aid. We're out of gauze," Amelia said.
"You should stick around. Under the circumstances, think it's best," Gemma said calmly.
"Circumstances?"
"Ones that might tempt you to make a $10,000 phone call." Amelia moved to grab the rifle, but Gemma remained calm.
"Rewards been up to 15 Grand."
"Wow. How many bed pans do you have to empty for that kind of cash?"
"A lot. I'm sorry. Now get out of my way," Amelia said, still pointing the gun at Gemma.
"The gun's empty, sweetheart. Go ahead. Pull the trigger," Gemma said. Amelia lowered the gun to Gemma's legs and pulled the trigger. Like Gemma said, it was empty. It gave nothing but a click. Gemma grabbed the rifle's nose and pulled it away and then pulled a .9mm from the small of her back.
"This one is very loaded. Let's go. My greedy little Guati," Gemma taunted.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Chibs met everyone around the redwood, anxious to hear anything on his woman. "Has Liam called?" he asked.
"He did. Sent Juice a CCTV shot of Fiona and Jimmy leading Izzy out of the train station in Belfast," Clay said as Juice handed over the snapshot.
"Three days ago," Juice said. "Timothy O'Dell and Kelly Calhoun. They're walking too close to be just friends. Definitely hiding a weapon. One way tickets to Belfast."
"Izzy," Chibs said sadly, tracing a finger down the side of her face in the picture.
Jax put a hand comfortingly on his shoulder. "Izzy's fine. We know they're in Belfast. We're gonna find Jimmy O and Fiona and we're gonna bring your fiancée and son home," Clay said.
Chibs looked to Clay, and nodded. "Aye."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Bella kicked the door with the heel of her foot, hard. "Hey! I need to use the bathroom!" she yelled at Fiona on the other side.
"So go!" came the angry response.
"I'm sure Jimmy would appreciate it so much you allowed me to wallow in my own shit. Then you'll have to deal with the mess and the smell!" Bella replied.
She heard and angry grumbling as the door opened. A gun came into view. Bella slashed at Fiona's hands with the glass, causing her to drop the gun and hold her wounded hand with the other as she screamed obscenities at the pregnant woman. That moment of distraction was enough for Bella to jump her from behind, wrapping the bag around her head. Fiona struggled her fingers clawing at Bella's hands before she seemed to have grown a brain and began tearing at the bag. Bella's couldn't have that, so she slashed at Fiona's hands with the glass. Fiona's hands stopped tearing at the bag and searched out in front of her for whatever was slashing at her.
Fiona's elbow caught Bells in the side of her swollen, and Bella grunted in pain, doubling over slightly in pain, her grip didn't falter. A rush of wetness soaked her sweats as Fiona stopped fighting, as a sharp pain wracked her.
"No!" she whispered through clenched teeth. "Not yet, little Callum." Looking down as the contraction passed, she looked down at the now dead Fiona. Placing a hand where Fiona's elbow connected with her side, she made her way to the computer, firing it up. Thankfully, no dial-up here. Seemed they invested in the good cables here. Not wasting time, she sent a simple e-mail to Liam.
"9-1-1. In Labor. Headed to nearest church."
She sent the email, erased the history, and pushed the computer to the floor, disabling it permanently before making her way outside. It was freezing in this country. She clenched her teeth as another contraction hit her. "Just a little longer. Just a little bit longer, baby."
She felt a kick against her hand in reply. She fell into a doorway heavily, and tried to breath through the pain. The door she was leaning on opened and a middle aged blond woman looked at her.
"Jesus Christ, lass! Are you all right?!" she asked Bella.
"In labor," she said through clenched teeth.
"Goodness! We need to get yeh to a hospital," the blond said. Bella shook her head.
"No! No hospital. Too dangerous."
"What could be so dangerous about a hospital?"
"Please?" Bella finally begged. "Please, help me. No hospitals. Call SAMBEL. I need SAMBEL."
"What's your name lass?" the blond said in surprise.
"Izzy. Izzy Swan. Yours?"
"Maureen. Maureen Ashby."