Author's note: As some of you have noticed, I just mention SAMCRO on the edge of my story. For those of you who haven't guessed from my other writings, I don't like Clay. And truthfully, toward the end of the series, I was not a big fan of Jax. So, I am laying some groundwork for another couple stories in this chapter. And YES, my stories will deviate from the Series quite a bit. But, that is the joy of fan fiction.

2 other things. I have taken some serious liberties with a character in this chapter. But, there is nothing about him at all in any of the research I have done, so I figured, what better person to use. I also didn't write any sex this time…..

Please enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.

Angie

Chapter 32

As Quinn hung up from the call, he ignored the fact Happy would probably not be pleased. He made a second phone call as he got off his bike, leaning against it to start reading the paperwork Loco had given him.

"Hello Darlin," that sexy voice said on the second ring.

"Hello wife." Quinn said back sexily. "How are you this morning?"

"I am good. How are things with the love birds?" she asked.

"About to get stormy I am afraid." Quinn replied.

"What happened?" Katherine asked.

"Well.." Quinn proceeded to replay the morning. He left out a few details, but all in all he relayed the entire morning. When he got done, Katherine just sighed.

"You know I love Loco, but his social ineptness can be a real pain in the ass sometimes." Katherine said in an exasperated tone.

"Don't blame Loco, he was just being respectful. Wasn't anyone's fault." Quinn corrected.

"So, what are we going to do about it?" Katherine said.

"Well, that is why I am calling. How do you feel about coming to Redding?" Quinn asked.

"Finally, you are saying something that makes sense. I am on call till 12. Then I have 4 days off. I can be there by 5. I will probably have this fixed by 7. And then we can make them listen to you making me scream!" Katherine stated.

"Down girl. NO ONE is going to know that about you." Quinn growled.

"Yes Sir," Katherine replied.

"I called in another reinforcement. I know you will agree he is probably more qualified than me to talk with Hap about this. He should be here about 6 or so." Quinn told her. She didn't have to ask. Katherine knew who Quinn had called.

"Well between the 3 of us, we should be able to help them. The rest will be up to them," Katherine said.

"Fuck," Quinn exclaimed.

"What dear?" Katherine asked, concern in her voice.

"Nothing hon, just reading stuff while we talked. Baby, I got to go. I will see you later tonight. I will text you the address to the motel. I think its best we all meet there and then go see Hap and Dani as a united front." Quinn stated.

"Sounds good. Be safe. See you tonight." Katherine said. She hung up the phone.

Quinn dialed Loco immediately. He didn't even give Loco an opportunity to talk. "This shit about Oswald accurate? You verify it?"

"What? Yeah, Yeah. I verified it. 2 sources. Why?" Loco stammered.

"Just needed to know. I got shit to handle. Keep digging. LEAVE HAPPY ALONE, unless it is an emergency. Call me first." And then Quinn hung up before Loco could say a word.

'Well, well, well.' Quinn thought. He was about to make Elliott Oswald's day, and to score some serious points for himself against Clay for use down the road.

XXXXXX

Fortunately for Quinn Oswald Construction was about 20 miles north of Charming. That was because the granite quarry that had started it all for the Oswald family was located there. Even though they didn't quarry near as much as they used to, and a large portion of their business was now construction, the offices were still located there.

Quinn had called Elliott and told him they needed to talk. Elliott was in the office, and when Quinn told him he was coming in from the north, Elliott has suggested the National Forest campground 3 miles from his office.

Quinn was sitting waiting when Elliott pulled in in his Escalade. Elliott got out, looking none too happy about being 'summoned.' And even less happy that it wasn't by Clay, but by Quinn. "This had better be important Quinn." Elliott said, as he shook Quinn's outstretched hand.

"Believe me it is. More so for you than me, but we both are going to benefit." Quinn said.

"We'll see." Oswald said.

"Tell me about Jacobson Construction," Quinn started.

"Why?" Elliott asked.

"Humor me," Quinn replied.

"Used to be a top notch outfit. Old man Jacobson and Dad must have done 5 deals together. I even did 2 deals with the Senior Jacobson before he died. Honest, win-win deals. But Andrew Jacobson is a snake. I can't prove it, but I know he's dirty. When the rest of us can't seem to land work, he always is walking away with the jobs. And I would bet money they are subpar. So now, I just avoid the little fucker. Which really pisses him off."

"What do you mean you avoid him?" Quinn asked.

"Well, he is a mid-size outfit. We are a BIG outfit. That is what we often did for his dad. We did the big work. Large dirt moving, leased large equipment and operators to them, carried the higher bond for a larger project." Elliot said.

"Since you cut him off, have you had any, I don't know, lets say, problems? Vandalism, strange break ins, or break downs?" Quinn asked.

"We did, right after. I remember commenting it was good we hadn't partnered with them. Cost us a fortune to fix our big crane. And we kept having to take our work trucks into Teller Morrow, seems we were having a terrible time with belts, and hoses, and radiators. Quinn, what is this about?"

"Well, we were looking into something, a totally unrelated matter. Nomad business in fact. In fact, SAMCRO doesn't know about this at all." Quinn paused, looking at Oswald, till it dawned on him what he was saying. When Oswald nodded his realization that Clay didn't know what Quinn was talking about, Quinn continued. "Jacobson's name came up. When we dug into him, your name came up. Seems Jacobson was having you followed about 3 ½ years ago."

"That was about the time I cut ties with him. You think he had something to do with all our problems right then?" Elliott asked. Quinn nodded. "Got any proof?" Quinn nodded.

"But, I have another question. Who, or what is Twin Cam, LLC.? They became a minority shareholder in Oswald Construction about the same time." Quinn asked.

"That's Clay and Gemma's LLC they run their legitimate business endeavors through. Clay invested when we started the tract housing development in Charming. I needed the cash because of all the unexpected repairs." Elliott paused. "Wait a minute Quinn, are you saying Clay was in on those problems Jacobson was causing?" Quinn nodded.

"Now I don't know who specifically he had doing the sabotaging, but I do know it wasn't club sanctioned, and it wasn't club carried out. What I have is a trail of contacts between Clay and Andy boy. What it looks like is Clay discovered the sabotage, scared the piss out of Jacobson to "protect" you as a friend of the club, and then continued it himself so he could get something out of you himself."

"And now I am stuck with him as a partner. Don't take this wrong, but I hate your fucking club." Oswald stated.

"I bet you do. Now. The real question is what do we do about it?" Quinn asked.

"What do you mean we? Why do you care?" Elliott barked.

"I don't like Clay. I don't trust Clay. Shit like this is bad for the club. It's bad for business." Quinn said. "Having friends in people like you, that's good for the club. That's good for me."

"So basically, if you help me, I will simply change who I am in fucking bed with regarding the club." Elliot said.

"Well, yes. But you have known me a long time Elliott. You know how I treat my friends. I am not saying I don't need things at times, but with me it is always give and take. With Clay, he is always take take." Quinn stated, and then waited as Elliott thought.

"So, what do you have in mind?" Elliott asked.

"Well, can you buy him out? Does your agreement allow that?" Quinn asked.

"I can. The agreement guaranteed him 7% return. For every percent he made over his return, it lowered the buyout amount by half percent. So far, in total, he has made 8 percent over, so if I were to buy him out, I need 96% of his investment. So I need $192,000." Elliott said

"You got that kind of cash?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah, but then I won't have any working capital." Elliott said.

"How about I float you the $192k." Quinn said.

"What? And then have you as my partner? No offense Quinn, I am done with Sons as partners." Elliott said flatly.

"Nah, don't want ownership. Just a loan, prime +1, so that would be 6.25%. 3 year pay back, you pick how, I don't care if we balloon, monthly, quarterly." Quinn said. "I only have 3 conditions."

"What are those?" Elliott asked.

"1. You don't tell Clay where you got the money, or about this conversation." Quinn said. Elliott nodded.

"2. We have a give and take relationship. Now that you are not partners, you ween yourself from interacting with SAMCRO. You need help, you come to me." Elliott nodded.

"3. In a couple years, when I decide to settle down and not be a nomad, you give me a good deal on building Katherine the house I have always promised her." Elliott looked at him, a bit confused.

"Whose Katherine?" Elliott asked.

"My wife." Quinn smiled as Elliott smiled too. He nodded.

Elliott stuck out his hand. "Clay is going to be pissed."

Quinn shook Elliott's outstretched hand. "That is sort of the plan here. Elliott I am not going to give you the details, but things are changing in the club. Best for people like you on the periphery to just keep your head down and try not to pick sides." Quinn said.

"I don't want the details. But good to know there is change coming." Elliott said.

"I will bring you the cash. I don't want there to be a trail. It might not be till after Thanksgiving, you OK with that? Oh, and I mentioned we were looking into Jacobson. Do you mind if I threaten him with Jail because of what he did to you?" Quinn asked.

"Do you mind if I actually put him in Jail even if you had told him I wouldn't?" Elliott asked.

"Not really, I just need you to wait till I give you the all clear." Quinn said.

"Then threaten away." Both men chuckled. They shook hands again, and each headed their separate ways. Quinn had an hour and a half back to Redding. He looked at his watch. It was 1:30. Quinn checked his phone. He had felt it beeping in his pocket as he talked to Oswald. But now that he was gone, he turned his attention to the other matters at hand.

One text was from Katherine, she was on the road. Quinn text her back the address and told her to drive safe.

Another text was from Loco, all the sports administrators and board members had checked out clean. He text back to let Happy know, and also sent Loco Dani's number so he could let her know. Last thing Quinn wanted at this point was Loco making things worse for those 2.

He had 3 texts from various Nomads, checking in, and he responded, giving them instructions and updates on what they needed to do. The Nomads knew something was up. The intel officer, the President, and the enforcer were all in a town where there was no charter. But Quinn was keeping them at bay, and more importantly, letting those who were relatively close know they did not need back up.

Finally, he had a text from his reinforcement. He was in Roseburg, OR. Holy crap he was riding hard. Quinn text back the motel address, and then he pulled out, heading back to the motel himself. As he enjoyed the open road, he thought about everything on his plate. He knew this situation with Dani and Happy would settle out. They just needed some time, and some guidance.

He chuckled when he thought about Jacobson. That little shit was about to have his entire world crash down on him. Sure, it wasn't the normal way the club handled shit. Normally the club was much more direct, and well, bloody. But this guy was going to be in ruins, and probably jail based on how Oswald was talking, and frankly, Quinn was ok with that. There were actually a couple members of the club inside right now who would be more than willing to score points with Happy.

Quinn thought about the club, about the changes that were in the air. Most of the charters were in pretty good shape, although those that were earning because they were associated with SAMCRO and the Irish guns were being drawn into the chaos. That chaos was going to crush SAMCRO. Quinn knew it. The presidents east of Nevada who weren't really involved in guns knew it. The question was really, could Jax pull SAMCRO out? Or would the entire charter go down in flames, and what did the future for the Sons as a whole look like without SAMCRO? Quinn had his ideas, but for now, he was keeping them very close to the vest.

When Quinn got back to the hotel about 3:30 Loco was asleep. The guy had probably been working since Midnight, so Quinn walked across the parking lot to Jacks. A cold beer and one of those incredibly greasy burgers sounded great.

When Quinn walked in Jack looked up at him. He was setting the beer on the bar as Quinn took a seat. "2 days in a row? Should I be concerned?" Jack asked.

"Nah. Just wanted one of those greasy burgers you got." Jack nodded and turned to tell the cook. When Jack asked if he wanted fries, Quinn nodded.

Quinn was thinking about how they should approach Happy and Dani. And then he decided. He wasn't going to do anything. They would just ring the doorbell. The guys would take Happy with them, and Katherine and Dani could stay at the house. He was just going to sit back and let him do the magic and just add something when he thought it was needed.

Quinn also thought about his reinforcement. Not many people knew his story, or at least the whole story. Quinn did. That was the thing about an MC. There were always lots of rumors, but smart members, successful members kept things close. Quinn knew because he had been there. SAMCRO might be the mother charter, but Tacoma, in Quinn's opinion, was the charter where many of the leaders came from. Just look at the west coast. 6 of the charters had been started by members of SAMTAC who were wanting/needing to move. Successful charters, like Reno, Durango, Cheyenne. And of course, all 3 of the "officers" of the Nomads, Happy, Quinn, and Loco, had started out in SAMTAC.

Thinking back to his reinforcement, everyone knew his first wife had died, and so had his 2nd. But he wasn't this awful, brooding, angry at the world man. He still loved life. Quinn was pretty sure that if the right woman came along there would be a 3rd wife. He chuckled at that idea.

Quinn remembered when his first wife died. She had been in a car accident. After the funeral SAMTAC and been on a terror trying to find who was responsible. In the end, everyone came to terms with the fact it was an accident. She had hit a rough patch of pavement created by all the winter storms. It had flattened a tire, and she had flipped her little sports car. But by the time HE had accepted that, he had probably beaten 3 men within an inch of their life. And SAMTAC had to do a ton of fence mending with other MC's. Happy knew very little about this. It was before he had joined the club.

His second wife's death was not near as simple. She was diagnosed with breast cancer 3 years after they got married. She had put up a courageous fight. Happy was going to know all about this, he was a member of SAMTAC during it. Quinn had gone nomad and had recently married Katherine. But he knew. When she died, HE had left, hit the road for 5 months. What most people didn't know, was the ENTIRE time he was on the road, there had been a nomad with him. Quinn's orders. And about half of that time, that Nomad had been Quinn.

When he had returned to Tacoma, he was better. Not fixed, not over it, but better. He talked about it very rarely. But he smiled and participated in conversations when others brought her up. That had been 13 years ago.

Quinn had called him because even though he had lost love twice, he knew he would dive back into it in a heartbeat, and Quinn needed him to tell Happy why. To hear that, from someone that had lost love, twice, was important. Happy needed to hear, that love is a risk, but it is sooo worth it.

Quinn had finished his burger, and a couple beers. He had also returned a few phone calls when he moved from the bar to the smoking porch. He glanced at his watch. 4:45. he better head back to the motel. He paid the bill on his way by the bar, and then walked across the parking lot. Heading to the office, he got another room. He was pretty sure by the end of the night Dani was going to insist he and Katherine stay at her place, but just in case, he wanted a backup.

As he stepped out of the office he saw her Infiniti X80 pull in. After Katherine's accident, he had put his foot down about no more sports cars, but she had fought back about no "motorcade" cars, as she called them. So an Infiniti had been the compromise this time around.

She stepped out of the car, her long hair down. She had a flowing peasant blouse on, dark jeans, and heels. She almost always wore heels. She was 5'3", and Quinn was almost 6'4". She smiled when she saw him, but she waited for him to come to her.

Quinn walked up, wrapped one arm around her waist, wove the other hand into her hair, gripping it to hold her head in place, and kissed her. Her arms slid around his neck as he pulled her flush to him. His kiss was hard at first, and then turned soft as he heard her moan into his mouth. When he finally broke the kiss. he leaned his forehead against hers. "Hello wife," he said softly.

"Hello husband," Katherine replied.

"God you are good to see," Quinn whispered to her in her ear. "And later tonight I am going to show you how much I have missed you."

"MMMmm." Katherine moaned. "Well right now I need a bathroom. I need to pee and would like to freshen up." Quinn dangled the key in front of her. Katherine took it from him and while Quinn went to get her bag from the back of the car she headed for the room. Quinn set her bag on the luggage rack and then told her he was going to go see if Loco was up.

As Quinn was stepping out of Loco's room, he heard the rumble of a Harley. He looked up and pulling into the parking lot was his good friend, and his reinforcement. He pulled his bike in next to Quinn's and shut off the engine. He took off his helmet, and hung it on his handlebars, and then got off his bike.

Quinn walked over to his friend, his brother. When he got to him, they hugged, "Good to see you Quinn," the man said. "So Hap has gone and fallen in love?" he said as he pulled away from Quinn.

Quinn chuckled. "Yes, it seems he has. Even the Tacoma killer isn't immune to the power of love." They both laughed. "Come on. Katherine got here 15 minutes ago. Its good to see you Donut."