It took forever to get this chapter uploaded. Think that's the Uni telling me it was crap. MKAngelus

OLODL CH13

Once the cinnamon rolls were done and cooling on the counter, Gemma went into the spare room and brought Abel out to play with his blocks and trucks in the living room. Wyatt was also attempting to play with his big brother as much as Abel would let him. Watching them interact, she turned and came into the dining room and sat at the table across from Jax and Opie; aside from the occasional clink of ice in their glasses they were silent while each of them thought of what the next step was. Suddenly as if a starter pistol had been shot off, they all began to speak at once.

"What if we…"

"We could…"

"I say we…"

Stopping as suddenly as they started, Jax indicated to Gemma that she should start with her idea.
"Why don't we just take the bodies to that freak undertaker friend of yours Jax? We could give him a couple hundred bucks and just have him take care of it."

"Not a bad idea Mom, but what do we do with the truck and the trail? Wendy's old man isn't the smartest, but eventually he's going to notice he's not getting his dick sucked and wonder what's up, not to mention the odds are pretty good that one or more of the Nords know that Ima was coming over with her, that girl never could keep her mouth shut."

"You would know Brother." Opie said with a smirk, lighting up another cigarette.

"Dude, really?" Jax turned to him and glared, "That shit is old news and shut the fuck up."

Opie snorted and took a small sip of his bourbon, "Why don't we take the bodies and the truck up to the wash behind county road 11? Around mile marker 3 there's an old logging trail that doesn't really go anywhere, we could take the truck down there and just abandon it." He exhaled slowly and looked at both of them, "Then, we just burn the bodies ourselves. It wouldn't take too long really; it's just outside of Charming and into San Juan's territory so there won't be any blowback right away."

"I'm not worried about the truck so much guys, we own a fucking garage, give the prospects a couple of hours and that truck will be halfway to Lodi on ten different chop routes. I'm more worried about her old man showing up and making noise. It won't take much for the god damn cops to start sniffing all over the place." Exasperated, Jax didn't know what was worse, discussing what to do with the two dead bodies in the basement while his sons played in the living room or that he was worried about what to tell Tara about the past few days.

He stopped for a second and it clicked. Smiling a slow smile he winked at Opie and said, "I've got it. It's going to take a little planning and some help; we'll get Chuckie and the prospects in on it. We'll take care of the truck, the trail and those dumb bitches all at once. Mom, I need you to watch the kids and probably pick Ellie and Piper up from school, I don't know how long it will take to get everything going."

"Okay Jax, that's not a problem, but do you mind telling us what the 'plan' is?" She asked, lighting her own smoke.

Jax smiled again and explained exactly what they were going to do. When he was done, Opie said, "Man, that's gonna take balls."

"Balls, I got. It's time I don't have." Jax said as he stood and took his glass into the kitchen, "You two ready? We got to get going on this, the girls are gonna be here in about eight hours and the kids get out of school…when Ope?"

"They get out at three." He said, hoping that Jax's plan had a snowballs chance in hell of actually working and that he'd get to see his girl tonight, without looking through iron bars.

"Come on Ope, let's go." Jax grabbed his cut and slid it on, leaning over he kissed his mom on the cheek and then went to see his kids. Abel stood up and said, "Up Daddy."

Jax picked him up and held him close, and said, "Daddy has to go with Uncle Opie for a little while, you're going to stay here with Gamma, okay?"

Abel nodded at his dad and when Jax touched his finger to his cheek Abel leaned over and gave him a sweet smack of a kiss. Jax put him down and picked up Wyatt, kissing him on the head he handed him to Gemma who had followed him into the living room. Opie went over and brushed some of Kenny's hair back from his forehead and was telling him that he'd be back soon; still mostly sleeping Kenny just smiled and blinked at his dad. Jax turned towards the door and Abel was standing there patiently waiting.

"Come on Daddy. Time to go." He said trying to turn the knob on the door.

"No Abel, you've got to stay here with Gamma, I'll be back soon."

"No, I go too." He said as if his dad was foreign and needed things explained to him slowly and with great care. "Come on."

"Abel, little man, you're staying here." Jax knelt in front of his strong willed son and put his hands on his shoulders, "Go see Gamma, she'll give you another cinnamon roll and you and Wyatt can play for awhile."

Abel looked at his dad and stuck his bottom lip out, clenching his hands he half shouted and half cried, "I GO TOO! DADDY TAKE ME WITH YOU!" He stomped his foot and turned back towards the door, now lunging at the knob just out of his reach. Jax looked over at his shoulder at his mom and best friend who were both trying hard not to laugh at the situation. Rolling his eyes at their lack of assistance, he picked his son up who instantly began to kick his feet and thrash about, "Sorry bud, not this time." He turned towards his mom and handed the kicking toddler to her, "He's all yours mom, sorry."

Gemma took Abel and tried to placate him, "Daddy's coming right back Abel, stop acting like this."

Abel however wasn't having any of it, at the top of his lungs he began crying for both his mom and his dad, seeing his brother having the grand daddy of all fits made Wyatt began to cry from sheer surprise. Taking that as his cue to go, Jax opened the door and Opie followed him. Getting into the Caddy he put his hand up to his chin and looked at the closed door.

"No worries Brother, he'll be fine, I'm sure you and Thomas were a handful when you were that age too, Gemma's an old pro."

Distracted by what they were about to do and how his son was acting Jax didn't answer right away, and when he did he said, "Do you think he's worried I won't come back? I mean, he's never been this clingy before but ever since Tara left he's been cursing, back talking and man he's thrown some monster fits the last couple of days."

Knowing that this was just a phase that Jax had heretofore not seen Opie said, "He probably thinks that, sure, but this whole week his dad has been at his beck and call, usually he sees you at night or sporadically because he hangs out with Neeta or Gemma, so he's just confused. Once we get through this shit storm you're planning, things will smooth back out. Take a day or two with him and Tara and Wyatt and he'll be fine."

Jax looked over at his best friend, "When did you get so smart man?"

Opie grinned, "I don't know, but I like it."

The two of them smiled and then were silent the rest of the ride, both of them calculating the odds and mentally planning their next steps. All too soon they were back at the garage, Jax got out of the Caddy and walked over to the office, the prospects had been working feverishly and they were mostly done, except for some minor clean up in the office itself. Jax talked to them about what he needed them to do while Opie had gone in to the club to talk to Chuckie.

Meeting back in the middle of the compound, Opie and Jax both talked quietly about the next step while the prospects loaded what he'd asked them to into the blue truck. Nodding at them when they finished, they both got into the truck and a couple of minutes later the hotwired truck was pulling out of the lot. Jax glanced at Chuckie who was holding a prepaid cell phone, Chuck dipped his head asking if it was time to dial and Jax nodded yes.

Chuck placed the phone call and hung up. He gave a fingers up to the two men and they turned as one and mounted their motorcycles. "It's now or never Brother." Opie said as they idled side by side. Clicking the quick release on his helmet Jax said grimly, "Let's go to the Dog." The two of them pulled out, the loud pipes echoing around the compound and rolling through the mid morning air like fog rolled along a river bank.