The party lasted well into the night. For sure, long after both couples had retired for the night, being sent off with catcalls, cheers, and jokes about consummating their marriages. Jax lead his new wife to their shared room, but stopped her at the door, and opened it for her.
"It ain't home, but-" Angela laughed when Jax hoisted her up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and smacked his ass, as she now had a very fine view of it.
"Caveman, put me down," she said in between laughs. He did, and held her face still, her chin resting between his thumb and forefinger. The kiss was slow, sweet and short before he pulled back again.
"You're mine forever, Angel. Hope you know that," he said with a serious look in his eyes. Angela just raised one perfectly shaped brow, courtesy of the salon Gemma took her and Izzy too before the wedding to get pampered.
"And just where do you think I would go, Jackson Teller? Home? You know where I live in Charming," she laughed.
"You could always go back to your parents," he said.
Angela shook her head sharply, "Nuh-uh. You are not going down a tunnel of regret and insecurity. Not now that the vows are said. We are married. Legally husband and wife as of four hours ago. We are having our own child, and starting our own family. Don't let your past with Tara the viper or Wendy the junkie hoe ruin what we have four hours into our life together," she said. Her tone almost angry.
Jax's hand moved from her chin as his thumb stroked along her cheek bone. "Reading my thoughts, already?" he asked.
"I know you, Teller. You don't believe you deserve or can get better so you settled for the stuck up, holier than thou doc, and a gutter bitch. But I'm here. I was fascinated during our first meeting on the roof. And in love by the time I saw you hold Abel for the first time. I'm here to fucking stay, even if I have to tattoo, property of Angela Teller on your ass."
Jax kissed her passionately then, but Angela for once, didn't let him have the upper hand. She shoved him onto the bed, stripping him as she went as he all but tore her dress off, and straddled him. She was so focused that she didn't even remove her thong. Just moved it to the side and slid down his length as she rode him. He tried to take her hips to guide her, but she shoved them off of her, holding them down on the bed on either side of him.
He could have broken free, of course, but was enjoying this more assertive side of his new wife. Not to mention the view was spectacular.
"Jesus. Fuck, Ange!" he cried as she continued to ride him, gyrating her hips as her grip on his wrists tightened with her need.
She didn't say anything. Just continued with a single minded need to both show him that she was staying come hell or high water, and to get her fucking orgasm. This was after all, her wedding night.
Her pace sped up as she felt the heat and the coil tighten. She could feel the end coming. Her inner walls quivering and preparing. Her breath speeding up and coming in shallow needy pants. But she held out. He made sure she came almost every time they were together. A man like that was a fucking unicorn! The least she could do was return the favor and make sure he came as well. Besides, she was making a point.
"Angel! I'm gonna fucking bust-" he panted, his hips rising to meet hers as their pace continued to become more erratic. And he wasn't lying. She could feel him growing larger. Swelling. Jax's hands broke free of her iron grip in his pleasure and he grabbed her hips with bruising force as he slammed her down hard onto him one last time, and came with a strangled but ecstatic shout.
She didn't stop moving though, now seeking her own end. It took merely two more rounds, before she too, broke.
"Oh- OH! JACKSON!" she shouted, her walls contracting as she gave a final, "YES!" in victory and pleasure.
Angela collapsed on top of Jax, both sweaty and panting hard. His arms came around her as he gave a kiss to her head. They stayed like that until they both fell asleep. Him with a look of contentment, and her with a look of accomplishment. Point taken.
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Chibs and Izzy were in their room, both changed into something significantly more comfortable than their wedding clothes. They were lying on their bed, facing each other, with Callum asleep on his back between them. Chibs's hand on his little tummy, and her finger in his small little hand. Charlie had volunteered to watch him for the night with a flushed face at the prospect of knowing his daughter would be bedded that night. But Chibs merely laughed and waved him off.
"Brother, this marriage will be consummated eventually, and soon, I have no doubt. But for now, I just want to be with my family," he told his new father-in-law. Charlie huffed, but had a small smile on his face as he left them.
"Aside from Kerrianne, you two are the most beautiful things in my life, mo ghràdh. My wife. And my son." Izzy could see he had 'dust in his eyes', so she gently pulled her finger out of Callum's hold and palmed the side of Chibs's face, her thumb brushing his lips. He gave it a gentle kiss, and her a small smile.
Her hand went back to gently play with her son's hand. He shifted and whimpered a bit, but didn't wake. Yet.
"I love you, Filip. I would've done anything to get back to you," she said.
"Including killing my ex-wife," he said with a chuckle.
Izzy smiled. "Pfft. That was maybe middling as far as I'd go for you," she joked.
"And what, pray, would you do if it came to worse case scenario?"
"Depended on circumstances. Just pointing out, Fiona had it coming."
Chibs gave a low growl in his throat as his eyes devoured her. "I'm goin' to pu' the laddie down. When I come back, yeh had better be naked," he said, his accent gaining thickness in his lust. Izzy's too, skyrocketed, and all she could do is nod. Chibs took Callum to his bassinet, and then made his new wife very happy after seeing she had obeyed his order to get naked.
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They got back to the states easy enough with Jimmy O sitting nice and quiet with one Volturi twin on either side and Jasper staring him down for most of the trip. It was, comparatively speaking, a pretty enjoyable trip home considering the chaos that brought everyone to Ireland. Izzy breathed a sigh of relief as her feet once again touched the familiar asphalt of the Teller-Morrow lot. She turned and took the baby carrier from Chibs.
"We're home, baby," she said softly to her sleeping son, with a beaming smile on her face. She looked around and was damn near giddy. Chib's arms wrapped around her as they met those who were left behind and reunions of Jasper and Layla. Donna, Opie, and their two rugrats. And a new face to the lot. Tall, imposing, with a face that was used to laughter, but was currently off to the side, his feet shuffling, and a look of serious anxiety on his face. Izzy turned to Chibs.
"Looks like I have someone to talk to. You boys heading into church?" she asked. Chibs looked at her puzzled, and nodded.
"Aye. We'd like to rid ourselves of that bastard O'Phalen before he becomes a problem," he said. "And we need to come up with a plan for when we off the ATF bitch. One fed goes missing and the entire area is swarming with them within hours."
"All right. I'll meet you in the clubhouse when you're all done. You can fill me in later. I want no contact with the asshat, and definitely won't put Callum anywhere within 50 feet of him if I can help it."
Chibs nodded and smiled before leaning in and giving her a lingering kiss. "I love you, wife."
Izzy smiled. "Go, Filip. We'll be here when you get out." Chibs nodded and turned. She watched him for a few moments before calling out. "Hey!"
Chibs turned. "I love you too, Scotty!" The boys jeered and ribbed him for her loudly spoken declaration, but he just had a goofy, schoolboy grin on his handsomely scarred face as he again turned and went into the clubhouse. Izzy then turned and looked to Angela, who was holding Abel, and jerked her heading the new comer's direction. Angela caught sight of him and headed her way.
"How do you want to play this?" she asked Izzy when she drew near.
"Just go up to him, I suppose. I've already spoken to him on the phone. Promised him a chance. As I did with Jasper. Now it's time to see how well that promise holds up in a face to face," she answered.
They started his way and he hesitantly met them somewhere in the middle.
"H-hi, Be- Uh, Izzy," he said haltingly.
She nodded. "Emmett," she said simply. They all stood in silence for a while before Izzy blew out a frustrated breath. "I hold to my promise Emmett. You help me protect my family and my new club, and you'll earn your forgiveness in there somewhere. Until then, you do what I say and what the club needs you for."
Emmett nodded. "I understand. That your new boy?" he asked, nodding to the baby carrier she had with her. She smiled down at Callum.
"Yeah, he's mine."
He then looked to Angela and Abel. "I know he can't be yours," he said to her. She smirked.
"You'd be wrong. He's not mine by blood, no, but I did adopt him. He's my old man's son. Abel."
"They're both strong looking boys," he said with a genuine smile that was touched with sadness. "Rose wanted kids, but I put it off. Saying my focus needed to be with the Coven. Guess that worked out well for me, huh?"
Izzy shook her head. "We are not going to discuss our time with the Coven. Aside from our current dealings, that is all in the past," she affirmed.
"Okay," Emmett said.
"Come on, you big lug. I need a drink. Unfortunately, I'm breast feeding, so no alcohol, but I have a nice OJ with my name on it," she said.
Emmett's smile dropped from his face but not from his eyes. "Aw, Izzy, now that's just way more information than I needed," he joked.
"Get used to it big guy. There are two other women in the club who are due to pop out a couple of crotch-goblins. You're going to be hearing a lot about us women from now until Christmas NEXT year," she ribbed.
"Crotch-goblins? Really, Izzy?" Angela asked. "You know you adore Callum."
"Because he's cute. All other babies are loud, smelly, and not all that cute," Izzy said with an unconvincing look of disgust.
"And Abel?" Angela challenged, as they made their way into the clubhouse, followed closely by Emmett.
"He gets a pass because there is no way Jax is making ugly babies, and he's now yours."
"Kenny and Ellie?"
"Have their mother's common sense, and their father's reserve," Izzy excused.
"Uh-huh" They made another step before they both set off laughing.
When they made it to the bar, Izzy rounded it and looked to Emmett. "Beer?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good."
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The Sons were once again around the massive Redwood Reaper table, to finally discuss what they were going to do with Jimmy O and Stahl.
"Killing them should be easy enough. We'd just need something to transport and a place to plant them. It's keeping the Feds out of Charming that will be the hard part," Clay said.
"Not as hard as you think, brother," Charlie said.
"You got something?" Clay asked.
Charlie nodded. "We just need to leave a paper trail elsewhere. Outside of Charming. The farther the better. Jasper? Your brother and his wife still in Texas?" Charlie asked. Jasper nodded. Being a prospect, he had to be invited into the conversation.
"They are. You thinking a decoy? With a bit of makeup, we could make Char look like the fed. Maybe have her wear really big glasses. Some clever stage prosthetics should work for the facial scars your man Otto gave her."
Charlie nodded. "We send Jasper's sister-in-law, who's old man is the current President of the Huston charter of the Coven, Stahl's information, wallet, purse, and have her lay a false trail there. Use her credit card. Get caught on camera, things like that. Feds will pick up any card usage in a hot second and roll wheels out in Huston. Lost of people go missing in Huston."
"Your brother and his girl will be ok with this?" Clay asked.
Jasper smiled. "They may be pissed at me, and are just now on talking terms again, but they'll do anything to protect Izzy. We could even have Marcus and them order it if need be. But I don't think it'd come to that," he said.
"Just make sure you have a spot picked out where there is absolutely no chance of them being found," Charlie stressed.
"We got a place. Who looks for a body in a cemetery after all?" Clay said with a smile that was all teeth. "Any idea who the big guy was out front?" he asked the table.
Charlie shook his head, but Jasper spoke up. "Emmett McCarty. Former Coven mate," he said. Charlies head and attention whipped to him.
"He's here," Charlie seethed. Jasper nodded.
"He reached out to her when she was in Ireland. I ferried the message and told her I had a message from him, but gave her the choice in whether she wanted to open that can of worms. He's here as I was. As her bitch to gain forgiveness."
"Care to fill us all in," Opie said.
"The other man to hold her down as her ex carved into her," Chibs ground out. He knew about it all, but he wasn't happy. Then again, Jasper turned out all right. He'd give the boy a chance. The men around the table grew hard.
"He's not to be touched. She said she wouldn't be a hypocrite and only give one of the two a chance," he told them. Hands were moved from gun holsters but they were all still tense.
"Ain't no on telling you that you couldn't make his life hell for as long as she allows," Chibs then said. It was then shoulders began to relax. Jasper shook his head. He had no idea the hell he was about to dive into. He got off lucky in comparison. Very lucky.
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Piney drove the bus. It had been one hell of an afternoon. They thought they were virtually home free, but there was one hell of a close shave with Stahl. She had performed a search and seizure of Teller-Morrow with her fellow fucking feds and tried to catch them in the act of 'human trafficking', obviously a dig on them having Jimmy O against his will. Chibs was only thankful that they had learned. Yeah, they had kept that LOAN shit head, his daughter, and bitch in the basement, but you never get comfortable using just one hidey hole. Had Jimmy been in their basement at the clubhouse, he would have been found and they would have all gone away before anyone could blink. But they instead kept him where the ATF would least search. The very fucking house they had searched when they had rushed Edmund. They only had one lookout on the place and the fat tub of lard never left to search around the property. It was easy to sneak him in through the sliding back patio door and keep him in that basement.
The plan was simple. Unser would stop Stahl and her cronies, giving them some bullshit story about an ambush ahead. Knowing Stahl, she wouldn't trust the Sanwa or Charming PD's to check it out, so she would send her own people in, and Unser would again give some bs story to keep only her behind. Chibs thought it would be a hint of the Jimmy O lure, and then she'd be all alone.
Chibs didn't give two shits though. He was staring at Jimmy at the other end of the bus, his eyes never leaving the slippery fucking eel of a man. He wouldn't let the man out of his sights until he knew his pulse was no longer pumping.
"We're up, man," Opie tells him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Chibs gives him one nod, but his eye still never left O'Phalen.
The bus slowed and stopped on a dusty pull off. Chibs didn't waste any time, jerking forward and dragging Jimmy to his feet and off the bus. Chibs risked one very brief glance to the side and saw Opie had Stahl at gun point with a MAC-10. She was shaking like a leaf in her fear. Her eyes wide in panic. Chibs backed Jimmy up against the bus.
"You take care of our family, Filip. Yeah?" Jimmy said to Chibs.
"Oh, yeah," Chibs growled lowly as he pulled his knives out. "Just one problem." In one fluid motion, Chibs returned a near 20 year favor to Jimmy. Giving the man his own Glasgow Smile, before spinning the blades and plunging them into Jimmy's heart and lungs. "Kerrianne, Izzy, and Callum are my family. My wife and my children. And with this, I permanently take you out of the equation."
The entire time he spoke, Chibs held the dying man up by the knives, Opie had Stahl watching. Right up to the point Chibs lowered the man and ripped the knives out of his chest. It was then Opie took Stahl by the arm and lead her into the driver's seat of her sedan and sat in the back. Her panic nearly overwhelming.
"This is insanity, Opie. You have any idea what kind of heat this is gonna bring the club? Huh?" she asked in terror.
"Put your hands on the wheel," he demanded, ignoring her pleas. Focusing on his terror after seeing Donna as she was after she had been shot.
Stahl began to weep. "Please. Please…!" she begged.
Opie stayed resolute. "Put your hands on the wheel," he demanded again, calmly. She did but her weeping intensified.
"Please don't do this! Please, please, Opie. Please, you had mercy before. I'm begging you, don't do this."
"And now I don't," he said simply.
"Please..."
He tilted his head to one side. "This is how they felt. Donna and Izzy. Only I'm now going to make sure the puppet master has her strings cut."
He aimed his gun and gave a short burst right into the back of her head. Opie sat there, a sigh of relief going up when Kozik knocked on the window to remind them of their tight window. Chibs took a handkerchief from Jimmy and placed a mix of the IRA cross and the Coven cross. It's just enough to throw off the authorities without drawing attention to either organization. They hopped back onto the Kozik got back onto the bus as a tow truck pulled up, and their dirty cover up began.
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Izzy was in their room at the clubhouse when Chibs returned. She helped him take off his hoodie and bullet proof vest, running her hands over his bare chest. And kissing the two new additional names that joined Kerrianne's above his heart.
"Is it over?" she asked. Chibs nodded.
"Aye, lass. It's done." He took her into his arms. "Where's the boy?"
"Dad and the boys. Suppose they want to make sure his education in club life started early," she said with a chuckle.
Chibs gave his own laugh. "Then I suppose we should use the time wisely, eh, lass?" he said before taking her lips into a punishing kiss. Their need pushed them to a frenzy. Undressing and falling into the bed, Chibs guiding her up so that he could comfortably settle between her legs.
He eased into her, and groaned at her feel. "Always so wet for me. Always so ready," he said as he thrust in and out of her. Izzy grabbed onto his arms and thrust her hip up to meet his. Their breathing became mingled pants. The air between them hot and heavy.
"God above, lass," he said in a strangled voice. "How are you always so...bloody...perfect?!"
"...oh!…." Izzy breathed as his pace, though gentle in difference to her still healing parts, drove her absolutely wild. His pace quickened as he felt her end. His orgasm looming, driving him on.
"Fiilliippp!" Izzy cried, her walls clenching him.
"A-aye. That's it, lass. That's- oh, bloody-" Chibs trailed off into a litany of gaelic as he too finished. Rolling to the side so as not to crush his new wife.
Izzy melded herself into his side. "We're good. We're all, finally, good," he muttered into her hair.
A/N 8/31/2020: That's a wrap on DFTR y'all. I hope you liked it. Many of you want to know how a few of the characters make out, so I will be doing the odd one shot to update you. This is the end of the main story, but there will be shorts. Much Love! Thanks to those who stuck it out and stuck with me and my random shoddy updating history. ~Angel