A/N 12/30/2018: Sorry, y'all. Between the holidays, OT, an interwebz FUBAR situation, and a lack of motivation to write due to how I wanted the story to go, I found myself in a cluster fuck. Thank you to everyone, who have been so supportive of my writing this past year. You're all amazing! I'm doing something new. A bullet journal, my first, for the new year, just because I now have so many online obligations, FF included, that I need a way to keep track of it all. So, my updates should start evening out in a week or two. Fingers crossed. Though that hasn't seemed to work well enough lately. XD I promised a reader this chapter a week ago, and I fucked up. lol Happy belated Yule-mas. and Happy New Year to everyone. I hope y'all have a safe, fun time. You can drink and be naughty, just be resposible! Peace, Love, and Pop Rocks. ~Angel
Jax pulled in to Teller-Morrow to see Clay on the prepay. He got off his bike to hear him asking about Izzy.
"The girl doing all right?"
"Aye," Liam answered. "Lass is strong. Gave birth to a wee lad at around 1:30 this morning. She was asleep when I left. Won't let anyone but my wife near him."
Clay chuckled. "I'm on my way to the airport now. I've no doubt Filip will be nervous as a new recruit when I see him. I'll give you a ring when things have calmed down."
"Thanks, brother," Clay said, hanging up, and facing the others. "Izzy is fine, and Chibs has a son," he said exuberantly, smiling his toothy smile.
The Sons cheered at their brother's good fortune. Things were looking up again. Happy walked up along side Clay to broach his subject.
"Got a favor to ask. Mom's in real bad shape. I've been covering the cost of the hospice, but the meds are breaking me."
"There's a dealer about 20 minutes outside of Rogue River," Piney put in. "She's a good gal. Supplies all the clinics with scrips. It's the only way I can get my emphysema meds. After we make the drop, I'll take Hap, hook him up."
"We'll meet up back here. Sorry to hear about your mom," Clay said to Happy as he made his way to his bike.
"Thanks."
"That dealer, she got albuterol?" Bobby asked.
"Probably," Piney smiled. Bobby turned to his bike next to Clay's.
"Tiki's going through three inhalers a week. Precious is up my ass," Bobby explained.
"Hey, why not? Make it a party."
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The plane landed in Belfast just as the sun was rising, and Liam had met them as soon as they has gotten off. Chibs all but forgot Charlie was with him as he went up to the Irishman.
"Where is she?" he said hoarsely.
"Both she and your new laddie are with my missus at mine. Was passed out cold when I left," Liam said without preamble, leading both men out of the airport. "She won't let anyone beyond my wife hold him. Says his father should be the first man to hold him. Nor will she let him out of her sight. First time I saw her fight with my wife when she tried to take him for a bath."
Chibs smiled softly at the thought of his woman doing just that. She was protective of the Club and her family on a normal day, but make it her own blood and she's fierce. It took them little time to get to Liam's and yet every mile felt it was taking too damn long to pass in his impatience. Chibs' door was open before the car was even in park. Liam chuckled.
"Poor man. I know the feeling," Chibs heard as he entered the house without knocking. He ran into a svelte redheaded woman. Had to be Liam's wife. She was in the kitchen and turned to see him.
"You must be Bella's Filip, then," she said in a clear womanly alto.
"Aye. Where is she?"
"Just you for now, lovey. She's feeding your lad. He seems to be calmer being breastfed than with a bottle."
Chibs swallowed hard, tears collecting in his eyes at the thought of his Izzy taking care of his son. Their son. He followed the woman, he'd have to remember to ask for her name later, to a back room. The sight that greeted him was the most beautiful sight he'd ever beheld. Bella, sitting up straight with pillows around her to help her support the pink newborn at her breast, feeding, as she looked down at him with the soft eyes of a new mother. His breathing hitched, but he managed to croak out a greeting.
"More beautiful now, than I have ever seen you, mo ghràdh," he said softly. Bella's head snapped to up, her eyes immediately meeting his as she held out a hand towards him.
"Filip," she breathed as he closed the distance between them and took her hand, placing a firm but loving kiss on her forehead as the tears finally fell. "I'd introduce you to your son, but I'm afraid his attention is rather focused at the moment," she said with a small chuckle that was mixed in with her tears of joy. Her family was now whole.
Chibs too chuckled. The low sound comforting Bella in ways she had achingly missed in the days since she had been kidnapped. He looked down at the baby feeding at her breast, his free hand coming up to touch the soft head of his son. Callum whimpered at his father's touch, but didn't detach from his mother.
"He's beautiful. He's perfect, Izzy," he said lowly.
"Aye. We're perfect."
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Amelia twisted her bloody wrists around and around, loosening the duct tape and making the adhesive useless. With enough twisting and pulling, she managed to get one hand free. She shook it to get it feeling normal again, and took off her blindfold. Looking around, she saw a box cutter laying on one of the work benches. She loosed the breaks and rolled herself over to it. She had just started cutting her other wrist free when the door at the top of the stairs heralded Gemma's entrance. She was halfway down the stairs when Tig had called her back up, stating that someone named Angela was on the phone. She dug through a few boxes until she found a pair of scrub bottoms that looked like they would fit her and a musty top. Looked like she was out of luck as far as finding shoes went though.
She dug through the work bench for something more threatening than a box cutter when she hit pay dirt and found an old hunting knife. It was somewhat dull, but would do the job as well as any other knife. Slowly ascending the stairs, making sure to skip the one that always managed to creak, she opened the door to see Gemma had finished with her phone call and was getting a sweater out of the hall closet for Nate. Catching the older woman by surprise, she pushed her into the wall and held the knife to her throat.
"Where are the keys to Nate's car?!" she growled at her.
"I don't know."
"I will cut your goddamn throat," Amelia warned.
"I swear. I don't know where they are," Gemma said, breathing heavily, though her tone was calm. "Probably still in his pocket."
It was then that a heavy blow from a gold statue of two holding hands hit the young woman over the head, knocking her away from Gemma and stunning her. Gemma went for the knife, while she pushed Amelia into the wall, but Amelia wouldn't let it go, and just as she hit the wall, the knife slid into her chest as it was trapped in between.
Amelia gasped as the knife entered her, and Gemma stepped back as her body fell to the floor. Carlisle, who had been the one to hit her over the head, knelt beside her and checked for her pulse after a moment of shock. There was none.
"She's gone," he said to her.
"Her plan, not mine," Gemma said lowly, before walking away.
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Angela dry heaved into the toilet for the second time that morning. Once the urge to throw up passed, she sat back and laid her forehead against the cool tile of the nearby wall.
"Are you all right in there, darlin'?" Donna asked from the other side of the door. The mother was a saint to come over so early in the morning to help her keep an eye on Abel while she was sick. And most importantly, she had brought a pregnancy test. Angela groaned.
"Yeah. I'll be out in a minute," she called back. If she was pregnant, she couldn't be very far along. She could hear Donna moving off into the kitchen as she slowly raised herself up off the floor and flushed the toilet, before making her way to the sink and brushing her teeth. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.
This is what she and Jax wanted. To give Abel a younger sibling. She knew instinctively that she was pregnant. She just wanted the physical proof to make it easier to break the news. If only she could keep the water down long enough to get it through her system to take the damn test!
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Tig was at the sink, washing the knife that had a few moments before been embedded inside Amelia with soap, bleach, anything to erase the evidence.
"I leave you two alone for ten minutes," Tig said in a lecturing tone, wiping the knife off on a towel at his shoulder.
"Any ideas here?" Gemma snapped. "Clay can't know about this. It's the last thing the club needs."
"Then we better work fast. They'll be up here tomorrow." There was a moment of silence before an answer came, surprisingly enough, from Carlisle.
"Bachman," he said lowly, his head tilted to one side as he studied the young woman's body.
"Bachman's based out of Crescent City. He can probably be here in an hour or so," Tig said in appreciation.
"The cleaner guy?" Gemma asked.
"Yeah, he's independent, which is why I'm not surprised Carlisle knows of him. He works for around 2 or 3 grand, but he is good."
"There's some cash here, but not that much," Gemma thought. "Will he take jewelry?"
"I'll call him," Tig said, digging out his phone.
"All right. Go keep my dad busy," she told him. "We'll take care of her."
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Chibs was holding his son, looking down at him in an expression of awe as Bella slept. He refused to leave the room, letting neither her nor his newborn child out of his sight. He was simultaneously terrified and excited when he first held him after he finished his feeding. The woman was a natural mother as he watched her burp Callum before handing him over to his father. Bella laughed when he hesitated, stating he had another child and asking him what had him so nervous. To which Chibs replied that he hadn't truly held a baby since his daughter's birth. That made Bella a bit sad, and hoped that his time in Belfast would be the perfect opportunity for him and Kerrianne to get to know one another.
There was a light knock at the door and Charlie came into the room. He looked over at the bed to see his daughter out like a light, and he smiled at her fondly before looking over at Chibs.
"Seems I just missed her," he said softly, so as not to wake her.
Chibs nodded. "Aye. She nodded off almost as soon as she saw me holding him. Don't blame her a bit. Bringing a child into the world is exhausting from what I hear," he joked back. Charlie walked up to the other man and looked at his grandson.
"You did good, brother," he breathed.
"Aye. One of only a handful of times," Chibs said, holding his son out to the man. Callum again whimpered, this time at the shifting of his pillow, but thankfully stayed asleep.
"Poor kid is your spitting image," Charlie chuckled.
"He'll be a handful. I can tell."
"Let's hope there's enough of Bells in him to temper that. Have you heard anything about Kerrianne at all?"
Chibs shook his head. "Liam and his boys are out looking for her. I'm afraid that now that Fiona is dead and Izzy and Callum are now out of his reach, she'll be his primary target. That brings on a whole new kind of fear."
Charlie looked Chibs over, studying the man. "You're a good father, Chibs. Even from half a world away."
There was a moment of silence before Chibs spoke again. "I'd like your blessing, Charlie."
"You already have that, brother," Charlie said, looking at him bemusedly. Chibs shook his head.
"Nay, you misunderstand me. I want to marry Bella. Here. In Belfast."
"I don't think you'll get argument out of her, but may I ask, why the rush?"
"I want to know Izzy is mine. I know that she is without the official paper, but I never want the fear of another man taking her like that ever again. It doesn't matter if Jimmy was going to go through with his threat of taking her as a wife, or if he was going to kill her. I don't want that fear ever again. I was going mad with the scenarios my head was giving me, and the only way to get rid of them was to drink!"
"You have my blessing, Chibs. If you can get her to say yes."
"Of course, I'll say yes. Now shut up and let me sleep. Only another hour or so until the little highness is hungry again," came the tired, mumbled reply from the bed. Both men chuckled and Chibs went to his woman, and taking a seat beside her. He pulled one of her hand to him and slipped the engagement ring Clay had returned to him back onto it's rightful finger before kissing it's placement. Bella didn't say a word. Only smiled and brushed her thumb along his scarred cheek and drifted off to sleep once again.
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A red motorcycle pulled into Nate's drive and an older man got off as Tig and Gemma opened the door.
"Who's that?" Nate asked.
"Someone for Amelia, Nate," Tig said.
"Yeah, he's giving her a ride home," Gemma put in.
The man gave off a creeper vibe that wouldn't be out of place in a Stephen King novel. Like he enjoyed what he did, didn't apologize for it, and even pulled it off with a unique sort of flare.
They lead him into the basement where they had placed the body in the mean time. The man immediately set to work, taking measurements to know in what way he was going to dispose of the body. If they were small enough, such as this girl, he could do just as well dissolving them with a handful of chemicals. Otherwise, he'd have to get really creative. He checked her rigidity, got in a good grope or two, not even hiding the fact, checked her mouth for any gold filings, you never know what sort of things you'd find where, and then wrote down what he needed in a little pocket notebook, tearing out the page.
"This is what I need," he said, handing the paper to Gemma. She took it and read the list.
"Most of this stuff's out in the garage. I can send Carlisle out for the rest," she said looking at Tig.
"Okay."
"How's the drain in that slop sink?" Bachman asked, thumbing to the sink on the far wall.
"I think it's fine," Gemma said uncomfortably.
"Good. I'm in the mood for some music. 80's," he said simply.
"I'll make that happen," Tig said, impressed by his professionalism mixed with fun.
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Kerrianne was currently on the lamb. She hadn't heard from her mother in days. Then when she saw Jimmy's men combing her home for her when she was making her way there from school just the day before, she knew she had to disappear. There were very few people she could trust, the problem with seeking them out, however, was getting there without being seen. Her first thought was to make her way to her friend Trinity's. Her and her mother, Maureen, were close friends. But she also knew the tie they had to the cause and as much as she trusted Trinity, she didn't trust her mother not to tell Jimmy as soon as she made her way there. There was just something so… mad… in the the woman's eyes that she didn't trust.
She could make her way towards Father Ashby and the Church of St. Matthew's, but his help never came without strings. He would most likely stick her in a nunnery and find a way to keep her there. Fiona would never allow herself to become a nun. She loved the Lord, but not that much.
Then the answer came to her. Padraic. Her cousin. It was the perfect chance to get to him and see if he could get in touch with her father in California. Kerrianne loved Ireland, but with Jimmy around, she just wasn't safe. She needed her father. Her real father. She had sketchy memories of him still. How he would always let her help him prepare breakfast, his favorite being kippers and oatcakes with marmite. She personally liked her marmite on toast, but everyone has their tastes. There was one memory she cherished where he helped her make a fort in the front room of their home to see if they could catch Santa one Christmas. He regaled her with Christmas stories until she fell asleep, never managing to catch St. Nick leaving gifts for her.
She dug out her wallet and found that she still had a little money left. In total about 20 Euro worth and a few cents. It was enough for a bite of food and a bus ticket for sure, so that was a relief. The problem then became how to get onto a bus without Jimmy knowing… As soon as she solves one problem, another presents itself.
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Gemma and Nate were taking a walk through the gardens one last time before she had to take him to the home as she, Tig, and Carlisle were waiting for Bachman to finish his gruesome work. She had a hand on his arm and one on his back, guiding him as he took in the roses.
"I tried to make it right," he said, surprisingly lucid.
"What, daddy?"
"You and- You and your mother," he said brokenly. "I know you probably don't believe that."
"She swallowed us both up," she said, pressing her lips together tightly. "I don't blame you."
"She never recovered from Nathaniel's death. Blamed it all on herself. I know that burden landed on you," he said as he stopped and smelled one of the higher reaching yellow roses. "I prayed for your mother. Begged Jesus to take away her pain.
"You turned to God. Rose turned to Rose," she sneered.
"Her biggest regret. Loosing you. Don't let your family slip away."
"Hey Gem!" Tig called from inside the house. She turned to look at him in the doorway. "He's done."
Gemma found them in the living room after seeing her father to his own room for a lie down. They stood up and he turned to face her.
"All done."
Gemma pulled out a wad of cash from her pocket. "Here's $1600."
He pocketed the money as Tig put in, "Take the rest in goods. Anything," he said, looking around the home. Bachman immediately went to the holding hands mold that Carlisle used to hit Amelia over the head with and picked it up, leaving the house without another word.
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Angela was staring at a positive pregnancy test with a smile on her face.
"You're not nervous about telling him, are you?" Donna asked as she playfully bounced Abel on her him. Ellie and Kenny, playing out in the back yard. Angela shook her head.
"Just need to get him alone. We both wanted this. Have been trying for this," she tells the older woman.
"Sam Crow is getting one hell of a baby boom. Abel, Callum, yours, mine. You better have a girl. We're being over run with testosterone," Donna chuckled.
Angela giggled. "True, but there is Ellie. And what about you?" Donna shrugged.
"I could go either way. I already have one of each." Just then, Angela's phone rang.
She looked at the number and gasped. "Tell me you've found her!" she demanded of the man on the other end.
"Aye, I've found her. Both her and Callum are safe. Both sleeping at the moment," Chibs said. Angela let out a long sigh of relief. "I called to ask. Do you have your passport, lass?"
"Yes. Bells and I went to Mexico our senior year for our Spanish class," Angela said.
"Good. I need you to get yourself and the girls here with the Sons ASAP."
"I thought you said nothing was wrong!" Angela demanded worriedly.
"Aye, and nothing is. Just thought you'd like to be there when Izzy and I wed. I know she'd prefer her best friends there," he said. She could hear the beaming pride and happiness in his voice.
"You're getting married in Belfast?! When?" Donna looked up at Angela in surprise and smiled.
"A few days. Thought we'd give everyone time to get here first."
"Oh, you bet your fine Scottish ass we'll be there! You tell the boys yet?"
"Nay. Knowing how long it takes you women to pack, I called you first," he laughed. "And my ass is rather fine. Though you'll have to fight Izzy for it, and she already took care of my ex."
"Jax's ass is finer. Now call him, you barbarian. Us girls have some packing to do!" she said, hanging up on his barking laughter.
"Go round up Ellie and Kenny, while I call Gem. We're going to an Irish wedding," Angela smiled.
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They handed off the bundles to the SOA Oregon charter at the boarder. "I'll call Cameron, let him know we handed off the guns," Bobby said as he and Happy made to follow Piney to his dealer. Clay's phone rang. He looked at it and answered.
"How are things in Belfast, brother?" he asked. The other Sons stopped their progression to their vehicles and looked to Clay.
"We're great! How would you guys like to attend a wedding here in Ireland?" Charlie asked.
"The impatient idiot couldn't wait until they came home?" Clay asked, his brows reaching his hair line.
"No. And given the circumstances and the reasons he gave me, I really couldn't blame him, could you?" Charlie asked. Clay sighed.
"No, I really couldn't. When?"
"Few days at most. We wanted to call everyone. Give them time to get here. Bella's going to have to call her Coven contacts. The ones she talking to anyway."
"Sounds good. We'll book passage later today. Leave in a day or so."
"See you then."
Clay hung up and looked at the others. "Looks like we're going to Ireland."
"Everything okay?" Jax asked.
"Fine. Bella and the boy are just fine. Though it seems Chibs won't wait another goddamn minute to get a ring on her finger. Just long enough for everyone to get there."
There was another round of cheering when the boys heard the news. Clay was happy everything was going so well, but experience taught him that with the sweet, came the sour. And he was waiting for the other boot to drop.
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Piney, Bobby, and Happy pulled up to a small, somewhat secluded cabin in the middle of the woods and immediately got the hint that something was wrong when they met together to see a big guy on a truck readying his sawed off.
"Bobby?" Piney asked.
"Yeah, I see him, and it don't look good."
"Let's go find Honey," Piney said, making his way into the cabin as quickly as possible.
They found her in the middle of a destroyed living room, curled up into a ball. "Oh, no. Damn."
Piney went to her. "Honey, let's get out of here," he said lowly.
"Get her up. Get her up," Bobby urged as the men rifling through the drawers in the halls noticed them. Honey got up and made her way on shakey legs to her room.
"Shit!" one of the men exclaimed before he fired his own shotgun.
"Move!" Bobby said as he and Happy laid down cover fire. They made it into the room and shut the door firmly behind them.
"Who the hell are those guys?!" Piney demanded.
"Local peckerwoods," Honey said in an accented voice. "They run most of the crank up here. They decided they want to be in the scrip-dope business."
"Got no service," Happy said, trying his phone.
"All right, tell us where the drugs are, or we'll tear this whole goddamn place apart!" came a shouted threat through the door.
"Suck my ass, you inbred puddle of piss!" Honey shouted back.
"So we stay in the room. They find the drugs. Maybe they leave?" Bobby said before they all ducked as the local asshats started firing into the room.
"That's not gonna happen!" Honey said, going to a wall and pulling a small hook that they now saw was attatched to a string that opened a door to a panic room. They all entered quietly and hurriedly.
"Holy shit!" Bobby exclaimed looking around.
"I got over half a million in scrip here. Those tweaker scumbags will kill us to get it."
Happy picked up the dedicated landline and dialed out. It was time to get some back up.
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Bella was watching Callum as he fed, her free hand not holding him to her breast, trailing a finger along the side of his face. She marveled at how soft his skin was. The boys were out making calls to the club, and she supposed she should be doing the same. With a deep sigh, she picked up the cell Siobhan had given her to use and dialed Marcus.
It rang twice. "Sí. Marcus Volturi, a proposito di."
"Marcus," Bella said.
"Il mio principessa! Are you all right?" he asked, worry coating his words thickly.
"Perfectly fine. I'm with Liam and Siobhan. He's here, Marcus. Callum was born this morning," she said, her focus once again turning to her feeding son.
"Truly! That is wonderful news, Bella."
"Yes, but that's not all. I need to you reach out to certain members of the Coven. You and all of them need to come to Belfast. I'm getting married."
"Just give me the names, principessa. I'll have everyone on the first available flight to Ireland."
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In a moderately sized town house, in the middle of London, a phone rang. It rang and rang until a rather disgruntled, half dressed man in unbuttoned leather pants, an impressive collection of tattoos, even for a biker, shaggy black hair and stunning blue eyes answered the phone.
"This had better be someone important as I left a stunningly gorgeous busty blond waiting needily between my sheets!" he barked.
"Now Paddy, is that any way to treat an old friend?" came a pouted reply. The aforementioned Paddy brightened.
"Bella! So good to hear from you! Even if your timing stinks."
"I'll work on that. I need you and your boys in Ireland in the next few days," she said.
"Any pressing reason?" he asked.
"I'm getting married!" The man choked.
"And you didn't let me, Sirius Black, vet him first?!" he asked incredulously.
"You'll need a vet if you keep talking like that, Pads. And considering he tracked me down after my kidnapping, I'd say he was on the right track, wouldn't you?"
"Kidnapping?! Bella, what the hell have you gotten into?" Sirius yelled into the phone. There was an infant's cry coming through the line.
"Tsk, honestly, Sirius, I just got him calm after his feeding."
"Who?" he asked curiously.
"My son. Callum."
"You have a son?! Since when?"
"SIRIUS!" she yelled into the phone. "Sit. Stay. Shut up. And LISTEN!"
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Maureen entered her now empty flat with a bag of groceries. She went to put them in the kitchen but was startled from a voice sitting at her table.
"How are you, Mo?"
"Jesus! How'd you get in?" she asked.
"Your lovely daughter."
"What are you doing here?" she asked, taking off her jacket.
"Looking for you. Seems you've been rather busy of late. Taking in street rats and letting them multiply in your home."
"Jimmy O'Phalen. So concerned about keeping his community clean. East Belfast is lucky to have such a son," she said, lighting a cigarette.
"Where are the girl and baby, Maureen?" he asked simply.
"They aren't here. What do you care?"
"They are mine. They belong with me," Jimmy growled.
"That's not my decision. Or yours."
"But you know who's decision it is. You have sway in this town."
"Jimmy. I'm a half-broke shop-keeper. I've no sway with any-" Jimmy lost his temper and swipped his arm across the table, knocking the contents to the floor.
"Things are in flux, darling," he said calmly. "The world is changing. And life and the Short Strand had better bend to it, or we'll all snap like a twig. You need to decide what end of the stick you want to be holding. I'd hate to see you and your tight wee family out on the street."
"I don't know where the baby and his mother are," she said shakily.
Jimmy stood sharply. "I suggest you inquire. Soon, yeah?" Maureen nodded shortly. Jimmy turned to leave but stopped.
"One more thing. You haven't heard from Kerrianne, lately? Have you?" Maureen looked at him puzzled.
"Kerri? No, what has she-"
"Nothing," he said, slamming the door as he left. Didn't think she was there anyway. The girl was smart enough to know she would be the first place he looked.
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A gunshot rang through the room. Piney and the others now knew that they had made it into the room just beyond the panic room.
"All right, we know the scrips gotta be in there. You guys with the patches, we ain't got no scrap with you. Ain't no reason you should get your head blown off guarding some hippie drugger," came a calm voice through the door. "So, here's the deal. Take what you came for. All you want, on the house. And you just walk away. We both win. What do you say?"
Bobby scoffed and shook his head. "90% of her stuff goes to hospices and clinics," Piney said.
Bobby smiled. "Well, then we say-" he cocked his gun as the others pulled theirs and open fired through the door. But it didn't last long before return fire came through. They couldn't keep it up. They only had so many rounds with them and they quickly ran out. The rednecks flooded the room and pulled them out, taking their weapons and man handling them out of the cabin. Only to run into their back up.
"Got your boys!" the head idiot holding Piney said. "You put them guns down or grandpa gets his head blown off."
"This ain't the way to handle it," Clay said.
"Do it! Now!" he demanded. It was his unlucky chance that more Sons rolled up just after this demand and started pulling their guns.
"Should I call for more backup?" Clay asked. "Your move, Fester."
"Shit!" the head idiot exclaimed as he and his boys were disarmed. "Why the hell are you doing this?" he asked Piney, who took his sawed off. Piney looked at him with contempt before hitting him in the side of the head with the but of his own gun.
"Because we're the good guys," he said, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
All of the thugs were rounded up and zip tied so they couldn't cause more harm. Juice came out with two bags and Opie with a third.
"Found these in the van," he said, opening one up. "Whoa! More goodie-bags," he said.
Honey came over and looked inside. "That's not mine. Must've hit somebody else up, too."
"You should take it," Jax said.
Honey sifted through the bag. "It's HIV protocol stuff. Steroids. Not my niche. It's got a lot of street value though."
"Throw it in the van," Clay said, pursing his lips.
"Money's money," Juice said as Honey handed Bobby a smallish box.
"You made a crazy ex-wife very happy," he said kindly. "Thank you."
She then went over to Happy with a box quite a bit larger. "For your ma."
"Thank you," he said in his rough voice.
"I think y'all earned it," she said before making her way to Piney.
"Whenever you need any help, Rogue River SOA is only 20 minutes away," he said with concern.
Honey wiped at the blood at the corner of his mouth with her sleeve before giving him a deep kiss of thanks. There were wolf whistles and cheers from the other boys, but she ignored them.
"I'll be fine," she said softly.
"I know."
"Knock it off," she said playfully to the others as she made her way back into her home.
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Gemma was guiding Nate to the building as Carlisle followed. "I'll go tell them we're here," he said, and Gemma nodded as she sat her father on the bench outside.
"Daddy? Do you know where we are?" she asked, trying to find some sort of recognition in his far away gaze.
"Where's Rose?" he asked.
Gemma shook her head. "She's not here."
"I want to go home. Take me home," he tells her.
"Daddy..."
"Please."
They looked up to see Carlisle and another doctor come out. "No, please, please, just- just- just take me- take me home," he pleaded with her. It broke Gemma's heart, and she had to force herself to remain strong. For this moment at least. "Please."
"I-I can't."
"I want to go home!" Nate demanded.
"I know, dad."
"This way, Nate," the doctor said gently, trying to take the man inside.
"No, no, I-I… I want to go home."
"There's lots of people waiting to meet you."
Nate continued to cry out that he wanted to go home. Carlisle put a comforting arm around her shoulders, but it did little to help.
"I'm sorry, dad. Daddy..."
She broke down once he was in the building, Carlisle guiding her back to the bench. "Let's go home. See your grandson. You need your family, right now," he said calmly. Gemma nodded, but her phone rang. She pulled it out and saw it was Angela.
"Yeah," he said a bit roughly.
"Gem? Are you all right?" Angela asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, baby, I'm fine. What's the matter?"
"Nothing's wrong. Just wanted to let you in on two points of news," Angela said, knowing from Gemma's tone she was far from okay. She had planned on telling her and Jax together, but maybe this was for the best.
"And they are," Gemma said a little impatiently.
"One, we're going to Belfast. Bella and Chibs are getting married there and they want everyone with them."
"Quick bastard. And the second?"
"I'm pregnant!" Gemma's sobbing stopped completely as she almost literally choked on the news. She was going to be a grandmother again.
"I was going to tell you and Jax together...buuuuuttt…. Well, we girls sorta need to know first and come up with a game plane, eh?" she chuckled.
"That we do, darlin'. That we do."