Yeah Yeah, I know a long ass time to wait, I'm brought back to the excuses and asshole analogy. Sorry Constant Reader, turns out I have no fucking clue where this thing is going now...MKAngelus
OLODL CH14
After Chuck made the call and Jax and Opie had left, Gemma took stock of the situation. She wondered briefly if she should just be honest and tell Clay what had happened and deal with the aftermath of it. Then she snickered to herself and thought, since when do I give a shit what Clay needs to know? Shaking her head at her almost domestic streak, she got to work making a few calls of her own. All the while, she was rocking Wyatt in her arms and pushing a toy truck back and forth with Abel using her foot.
The phone calls set off events all over Charming, interestingly enough even though they were all linked, no one party knew about the other. Gemma's main call had been to a friend of the club that owned his own van mounted steam cleaner, she met him at the door and handed him a wad of cash, "No questions Earl, just clean it up right?"
Earl smiled and nodded, he'd done plenty of business for Gemma Teller, long before Clay even entered the picture in fact. He went back to his van and began unrolling the large hose attached to the cleaner.
Gemma waited until he was fully entrenched downstairs and then took the boys into the backyard, she made up a tidy little bed for Kenny on a low outdoor chaise that was on the porch. He was still running a slight fever, but Gemma knew that young men bounced back pretty quickly so she wasn't overly worried about him. Pushing back his hair as he hunkered down, she kissed his forehead and turned her attention to her grandsons. She could see Jax in Abel, he was her oldest son all over again and that both delighted and frightened her. She'd read Johns manuscript and she knew that Jackson had taken everything to heart, she also knew that she didn't want to lose what she and Clay had built and the only person that could make that happen was Jax. Shaking her head against the negative thoughts that threatened to ruin her limited time with the light of her life she smiled at Abel as he played with the trucks that littered the backyard. Wyatt sat a bit apart from his older brother, smiling in the morning sunshine, babbling away in that secret language that babies have.
Meanwhile Jax and Opie had pulled up outside the 'Dog and were sitting watching the door, each with a leg casually hooked over the tank on their bikes'. "What do you expect to go down here Brother?" Opie said, exhaling slowly, his eye crinkled against the smoke and sun coming over the top of the roofline. "You know that you're only gonna get one shot at this right?"
Without saying anything at first Jackson looked across the street, working the plan out in his mind. Hurried and without a lot of room for error, he wasn't really sure that it would work. However, since it was the only one they had, and he had to do something to get this cleared up before his old lady came home, it was what they were going with. Stretching slightly, he took a last drag from his smoke and tossed it into the curb. He grinned at Opie and said in a light tone, "Well, if it doesn't work out, then we don't have anything to worry about either, right?"
Opie smiled and nodded, Jax had a point. One way or the other, this was going to effectively make sure that neither one of them had any worries in the future. Just then, two overly large and tattooed men ambled into the bar, both of them wearing the Aryan nation approved white tank top and jeans uniform. Jackson slid off of his bike and adjusted the gun at his waistband and clapping Opie on the shoulder he winked and said, "Let's go stir up some trouble."
The two of them walked slowly across the street, traffic was light it was after all a work day for most of the people in town. Pushing open the door, they both stood silhouetted against the bright glare before they were absorbed by the dark hollow of the bar. Jackson strutted in, full of cocky bravado and made his way to the long, dark and scarred bar. Tapping his finger down he nodded at the man behind the bar and said, "Howdy guys, how about a drink for me and my buddy?"
Earl stepped up a step and looked down at the floor. The FBI would be hard pressed to find any trace of blood on the floor or walls of the basement. He'd been very thorough; he always was on one of his clean up jobs. This one hadn't even been particularly difficult; surprisingly the prospects had left little behind when they'd removed the bodies of the two women. Sitting down somewhat stiffly, Earl lit the stub of the cigar he carried in his breast pocket and puffed to get the cherry glowing. He remembered the last time that he was in this same basement, that job was a corker. It had taken him almost seventeen hours to make this room all neat and tidy. He smiled and took another puff on the wet chewed end of his cigar, "Yes Sir," he said to himself quietly, "That one was a corker." Whistling softly, he stood up and made his way to the top of the stairs, hearing the sounds of the babies playing in the backyard, he made his way down the hall. "Gemma?" He called at the open door.
"Over here Earl," she called back, not ordinarily an overly attentive domestic diva, she did enjoy her small vegetable garden and was on her hands and knees pulling weeds and actively discouraging Abel and Wyatt from pulling everything.
Smiling at their antics, they reminded him of his own grandsons, Earl made his way to her corner of the yard and said, "I'm all done, gonna head out, got some carpets t'do down t' the courthouse."
Looking up, as she rocked back on her heels and shielded her eyes from the sun, Gemma winked and said, "Alright Earl, thank you again for rearranging your schedule for me." They both understood that it wasn't just the schedule change; it was thanks for his silence and her continued business. "No worries Gemma, I'll be seeing you." He tipped his cap at her and left back through the house. Abel was trying to feed Wyatt a dirt clod and Wyatt was putting up quite a fight. Deciding that it was as good any other time to go inside, she said, "Abel, stop that, Wyatt doesn't need dirt for lunch. How about we go get something else?"
Able looked up at his Gamma and smiled his deep dimples reminiscent of his dad, "He don't know what it is Gamma, he's just a dumb baby." Gemma raised her eyebrow and said, "There was a time when you were just a dumb baby too little man, don't forget it." Abel looked at his brother and without knowing it raised his own eyebrow and said quite clearly, "I don't think so, he's pretty dumb." Gemma grinned and picked him up, swinging him high he began to squeal and laugh, Wyatt, seeing his brother getting attention, he raised his own arms up and squealed, Gemma put Abel down and pulled Wyatt into her arms, resting him on her hip, she took Abel's hand and made her way into the house just in time to hear the phone ringing. Grabbing it she said, "Hello." All steel and ice, she was once again Gemma Teller the queen bee of Samcro.
Clay's deep and rumbling voice made her eyes open wide, "Hey baby, how's my queen?"