Before I can leave the clubhouse to go to my job at the local coffee shop, Bobby drives up on his motorcycle. "I got the good shit." He shakes a big brown paper bag. We head into the clubhouse and dump the bag out on the bar top.
Piney digs right into one, after taking a bite he raises his shot glass. "These muffins are great with Tequila Bobby."
Chibs pipes in from beside Piney, "Shits addictive, gonna make me a fat bastard."
Bobby lists off the ingredients, a bunch of organic bullshit, while we all dig into the muffins. Jax pipes up after the boys done ranting, "You put Hash in them?"
"You know my rule, no bud before nine am." Bobby smiles.
"We don't have that rule" I hear Jax say.
Clay comes in from outside with a duffle bag, "Morning kids, deal with the Niners?, Officially closed. Spoke to Laroy and he is giddy about his new assault riffles." Clay passes out little envelopes with our cuts from the sale. The guys start chirping about the money and Clay says it might be the last of the 'gun green' that we see for a while.
Before anymore can be said Juice enters the clubhouse, "Hey, I just got an update from my city hall snitch. Looks like Hale's got a warrant to search our warehouse." We all exhale at the bad news.
We all walk outside to get ready to get back, or in my case leave for work. As Clay, Jax and Bobby go into the garage I pull Tig aside to talk. "What are we going to do if Hale finds those bodies? It's not just your DNA on them Tiggy."
"Don't worry little girl, we'll handle it."
"We better, I'm not getting arrested for that shitty Mexican pussy. They were your idea, remember?" Before Tig can reply, Clay comes stalking out of the garage.
"That was Unser. Got a protection run tonight," Tig and I don't reply. Clay half turns back around to look at us, "What?"
"I gotta tell you something man. I mean, it could be bad." Tig said
"It already is bad." Clay replied
"Those two dead Mexicans? In the warehouse hall, I was hitting them," Tig says and I hit him in the ribs, "Ow, shit! Ok. We were hitting them."
Clay look down, and puts his hands on his hips, "Jesus Christ. Both of them?"
"Oh yeah, yeah kind of a taco twofer thing." I reply to Clay.
"Tell me one of them doesn't have a bellyful of Tigger juice?"
"Afraid they both do." We say in return.
Clay looks away and starts to leave. Then he comes back. "You did time, shithead. You're in the DNA database. Forensics team gets a hold of those bodies.."
I cut him off, "Don't worry we'll get rid of them, my DNA's in the database and all over them too."
Tig nods, "Yeah don't worry, I'll go pull them out of there."
"Hale's going be watching that warehouse day and night." Clay spits out
"Well, maybe Trammel can sneak us in, he's a county sheriff you know?"
"Yeah, County sheriff should outrank the local PD right?" I chime in.
"Oh? You're just going to stroll out of there with two dead Mexi whores draped over your shoulders?"
"I'll gut them dead bitches. I'll flush their dead bellies with bleach. No DNA." Tig says casually, like it's an everyday thing to do.
Clay squints at Tig, "What kind of nasty shit did your mama do to you?"
Tig looks kind of confused at the question, "What do you mean?" Then he keeps eating his granola bar. Clay just walks away shaking his head.
"OK well Tigger, I've got to go to work I'm already late, but let me know when we're getting rid of the bodies," I put a hand on his thigh, "I know how horny it makes you. Maybe we'll go somewhere after and you can show me just how badly you want it." I then turn and walk away to my bike and drive to work.
"Cass, baby, don't leave me after you say shit like that." I hear Tig call after me and I just laugh and keep walking.
When I get to the coffee shop I see the Deputy Chief of police, David Hale, leaving with his regular order. "Cassiopeia, good morning."
"Hey Deputy, you know you can just call me Cass right? Where are you off to in such a hurry, you normally take your coffee to stay."
"Got a crime scene to inspect, can't be late, the crews already there waiting on me." Hale said
"Oh yeah, I heard about that, the warehouse fire right? Hows that coming along?" I question
"Well, you know I'm not supposed to reveal information on an ongoing investigation."
"Of course not. Well I better get inside. It was nice seeing you Hale." As I enter the coffee shop, I can see a new girl behind the counter, and my boss waiting for me. "Hey sorry, Kim I got held up. Won't happen again."
"Can you come back to my office, I need to talk to you."
"Of course, what's up?"
"Please have seat Cass." I take a seat in one of the uncomfortable folding chairs in front of her office. "I hate to do this but I'm going to have to let you go. It's nothing personal, but its all over town, what happened to that warehouse. And since it was probably gang related and you're with the Sons. I mean, it gives bad publicity and I already have a hard time keeping this place going."
"You're firing me? Seriously, no one even knows what's going on with that warehouse. You're just firing me because I can be affiliated with the Sons." I stand up and start to leave the coffee shop.
"I really am sorry." Kim starts
"Save it Kim. I'll be by on payday for the money you owe me." I get on my bike and make my way back to Teller Morrow.
Once I pull up back at the clubhouse, I go into my dorm to change into workout clothes. I also grab my headphones and put on some music to keep feeding the rage I'm feeling. Then I head outside to the punching bag. I don't know how long I'm out there before the guys all start heading into the clubhouse, before he goes inside, Chibs comes over and tells me that we're going to church.
Once we all sit down around the reaper, Chibs starts to talk to Tig and I. "What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking about getting my dick sucked twice." Tig replies.
"All anyone can prove is that a couple of brownies swallowed your chum, and died hiding from the fire. You didn't kill anybody." Bobby pipes up from across the table.
"It's not about the manslaughter rap. CSU team tests those bodies, it's Tig and Cass' DNA that puts the gun factory at our doorstep." Jax says
"And then the ATF takes up permanent residence in our collective rectums." Juice responds.
"That warehouse sits on county property, Hale's going to have to wait days to get San Joaquin to shake loose the forensic unit." Clay says.
Juice responds, "It's a local case, county won't get involved. Hale will just wind up borrowing a crime scene unit from Lodi."
"Big Otto's sister still works for the ADA in Lodi, call her and see if there's forensic team heading this way." I tell Juice.
"I gotta have talk with Unser, maybe I can convince the chief to put a leash on his hyperactive deputy." Clay says.
"Unser's just waiting for the clock to run out. That old boy's a lame duck." Jax says. Then we all let out of church, and head to do different things.
A few hours later the guys head back into Church to talk again. Once they're done, Jax comes over and tells me to clean up, that we've got to go somewhere. I shower and change, and we head off on our bikes. When we get where we have to go. The cremation place for the funeral home, I realize that we're going to talk to Skeeter. Juice, Kip, Jax, Chibs and I open the doors and walk inside.
"You really cremate bodies here?" Kip asks Skeeter, successfully getting his attention. Chibs responds that we do.
Skeeter turns around and steps away from the furnace, "Hey guys, Cass, what's going on?"
Jax tells Skeeter that we need a favour. Skeeter responds that it's not a good time. "We need two bodies, fresh."
"You serious? For what?" Skeeter asks.
"We could tell you but the we'd have to stuff you in the furnace." Jax smiles.
"Two dead ones?, that's some crazy shit man." Skeeter responds.
Jax holds up a pack of money, "I'm sure you took a beating at the gate this weekend." Skeeter tells us that he's stopped gambling. "You're kidding? You don't want the money?" He says that he's working a program, gamblers anonymous. "Jesus Christ."
"Something you might be able to get for me."
"What's that?" I ask.
"Emily Duncan." Skeeter says. Jax looks confused, Chibs tells him that she's one of the hang-abouts at the clubhouse, a croweater.
"You want to hook up with a croweater? I'll make it happen." Jax tells him.
"Really? Well, shit you got a deal. Uh, I'm not cremating anything until the end of the week." Skeeter seems overeager to help now.
"We need two, by tonight." Chibs tells him, holding up to fingers. Skeeter says that he's prepping a closed coffin, a white guy. Jax says that we need a Mexican guy too.
"We buried one this morning. Cheap seats, should still be fresh."
"Wait, you mean that we've gotta dig it up?" Kip says from where he's sitting.
"Oh, baby, no one said anything about we." I tell him and ruffle his hair. We grab Kip a shovel and leave him to dig.
We pull back into the lot, Juice and Chibs have stolen Darby's Suburban. We watch as a car pulls into the lot with a blonde woman driving it. "Who the hell is that?" Juice asks.
"That is Emily Duncan." I reply.
"You mean 130 pounds of cockriding giggidy." Chibs says. We walk towards her car and Chibs tells her that Jax is looking for her and that he should be in his dorm.
A few hours later, we go to check on Kip. We sneak up on him and hear him talking to the body, "Not only do you stink but you're a fat bastard."
Chibs leans over the grave and yells. "Beware the zombie biker."
"Jesus Christ, you scared the piss out of me." Kip says and we all laugh. Juice jumps into the hole with Kip, asking who his friend is. "Shit, it's really bad karma you know, digging up graves."
"Nah, as long as it's not your grave, karma's just fine." Jax says back. Juice asks how we're going to get him out. Chibs suggests a tow truck.
Awhile later, we're driving down a road in two cars. Jax and Chibs in one, Kip, Juice and I in another. Kip's talking about how when we tells girls he lost it, his one nut, in battle, that all they want to do is wrap their patriotic lips around it. I watch as two suped up sports cars drive beside us and cut in front of Jax and Chibs, making them swerve.
We got into some weird conversations, making me wish I went with Jax and Chibs, not these two idiots. "It's not gay, I've been shaving my shit for years."
"Nah, man it's totally gay." Kip replies to Juice
"It's so not gay, Kip. It's common curtesy. You expect us to be all nice and trimmed but you don't have the decency to do it for us too. What kind of bullshit is that. Ask any woman. 95% will say that they want a man that manscapes too." I pipe up from in between them.
We dive for a bit longer and then see a cop car coming towards us from the opposite side of the road. "Ah, shit." Once the cop gets past us he swerves around and throws on his sirens.
We slow and pull to the side, letting the cop get in front of us. Jax and Chibs pull off a bit further up the road. "Cops run those bogus plates and they're going to search that SUV from top to bottom." Juice says, still slowly driving.
"We got two dead bodies in there, man." Kip says. Juice waits until the cop gets out and goes to Jax's window, then he smashes into the back of the parked cop car. Juice and Kip get out of the car and start to run down the road. "Come on piggy. Come on."
I get out of the car as Jax and Chibs get out of the Suburban, Chibs rips the radio out and Jax stabs the tires, I stab the radiator and we all run back to the Suburban. We get in and turn the SUV around and Chibs and I get into the far back and open the lift gate on the car and yell at Juice and Kip. "Get in you faggots," from Chibs and from Jax a, "Run boys get in."
While the boys are flipping the cop off, I'm trying to get the lift gate shut, when the cop starts shooting off rounds. "Son of a bitch!" We all duck and Jax goes faster to get away from him.
Hours later, we're near the border and are staging the dead bodies to look like a shoot-out. We put the white guy on the ground with his face int the path of the tire and the Mexican behind the wheel. We throw blood all over the SUV and the bodies, and then we shoot the SUV to high hell. We plant a gun and leave a message in blood on a window on the passenger side of the SUV. We get into a car and drive away.
As we're driving near a gas station, we see the cars from earlier that cut us off. We pull into the lot and get out of the car and head towards the convenience store. "It's been a very long night brother." Chibs complains.
"Come on, it won't take long." Jax promises and we keep heading towards the store. We open the doors and see the man at the slushy machine. Jax walks towards him, "Yo, pass me one of those Hostess 'Dumb Dicks'."
As the guy turns around Jax smokes him in the face and sends him to the ground. The owner goes running out of the booth towards the fight and Chibs goes in and disables the cameras. "Hey, hey what are you doing?"
Jax hits the guy one more time and says "Don't even cut me off again shithead." Jax and I start to walk away and the owner follows us asking over and over, "Hey what are you doing?"
I see Chibs pull his gun out and put it behind his back, I hear the guy Jax beat up, getting to the end of the row we're in. "Why don't you come at me now asshole?" He says and then shoots. I hear something shatter and then we all drop to the ground, Chibs and some woman and I all hit the ground in a pile. I feel Chibs pull his gun out and hold it around us pointing towards the guy. I see Jax run at the shooter and they smash into shelves over and over. The guy manages to get Jax on the floor and pull his gun again and then point it at Jax.
Out of nowhere the owner, goes running at the guy with a fire axe and smashes it into the guys head. The guy starts to turn around with the axe in his head and then falls face first onto the ground. He falls near Chibs, the woman and I. "You okay Jackie boy?" Chibs asks and we all start to look around. Juice and Kip are standing at the broken door and looking in.
"Holy Shit." Jax says.
"Yeah no kidding," I say and start to get up. I feel a shooting pain in my left shoulder and cry out. "Fuck!"
"Cass, you okay?" The guys ask.
"Am I okay?! I just got shot for fucksake. What a stupid fucking question." I hiss as I try to stand up again, this time being cautious of the pain in my shoulder. "Get me the fuck out of here. Jesus Christ."
The next day we're all back at the clubhouse and out of the line of fire. Chibs has given me some pain meds and patched my shoulder up as best as he can. I go and crash in my dorm before we have family dinner tonight.
After a few hours, Tig comes and wakes me up. "Come on sweetheart, we've got something we gotta do."
"Yeah, and what's that?" I question.
"To say goodbye to some old friends." He says and places a kiss on my head. I get dressed quick and hop on the back of Tig's bike. We head to Skeeter's and see, Jax, Juice, Bobby, Kip and Chibs waiting for us, with the bodies already in the furnace.
"Should we say a prayer or something?" Kip asks.
"You know any uh, bible passages on lost semen?" Juice smirks, and I hear one of the guys hit him.
I grab Tig's hand and he dips his head and says, "Uh, may the ray of sunshine warm your souls. Amen."
"Amen." I say and give his hand a squeeze and he turns up the heat in the furnace.
Tig lifts his head and says "Lets roll."
We all head over to Gemma's and help get ready for family dinner. Gemma and I share a smoke as Luann is rambling on about something and waving a knife around as croweaters walk around with plates of food to put on the table. As we all sit down to eat I can't help but to notice that Opie, Donna and their kids aren't here, again. Gemma and I are bringing out the last dishes and stop to look around at all of our boys smiling and talking while passing food around.