A/N 10/1/2018: It's the month of SAMHAIN! I love Samhain... *Sigh. Anyway. This is a longer chapter because it's really the end of Hell Followed and the beginning of Better Half. See, what I do is I watch the episode, to see how I can use it, and then I write. So I'm going to split the episodes up. This is my Hell Followed. And the next one is my Better Half. If you catch my meaning. Considering the majority of Hell Followed was Cameron Hayes having bullet holes in his ass (SPOILER ALERT!) and I didn't have the Mayan attack that led to that wonderful adventure, I just left it out. That's why this isn't so much a Pt. 1 and 2 but two different episodes for me. So there are two big happenings in this chapter. Don't shoot me! lol I'm just the writer. I'll explain in the A/N of the next chapter my thinking, I promise, but it's nothing bad... ;) Enjoy! ~Angel
They all walked out of the clubhouse after church to find Hale in their lot.
"You here to bust my nuts some more?" Clay snapped at him. Hale merely shook his head.
"No. This is merely a notification," Hale said.
"Notification of what?" Jax said curiously.
"Both Tara and A.T.F. agent Kohn are dead," Hale said simply. Jax was shocked. He swallowed thickly. He may not love the woman anymore, but he didn't wish her dead.
"What happened?" Jax's voice coming out hoarse.
"As far as we can tell, Kohn had broken into her home and was in the middle of sexually assaulting her when she got a hold of his Agency issued side arm. She shot him in the stomach, but it didn't put him down long enough. He got to a spare in his ankle holster and he shot her in a lucky shot to the head when she managed one more to his chest. He bled out."
"As horrible as that is, why would you tell us? The Sons have no connection to Tara any longer. At the advice of a friend, we distance ourselves once we found out she had a stalker, in hopes they wouldn't come after us or her. Seems it didn't work," Clay frowned.
"Kohn wasn't supposed to even be in the state. He was ordered back to Chicago," Hale informs them. "I had seen Tara and Jax speaking together before and I thought they had gotten close again. He even gave her a ride home."
"That was before I knew she had a stalker that had no qualms about putting Abel in danger. I cut ties when he was found in my son's incubation room unattended without my permission," Jax tells him.
"Did you report this?" Hale asked urgently. Jax shook his head.
"No need. I contacted Dr. Namid, and he pulled Tara from Abel's case for being a conflict of interest. It wasn't until after a separate incident I cut ties completely. Haven't heard a peep since."
Hale sighed. "There's no one else to contact for Tara. Her father died a few months back. No siblings. No other family. This rate, the state will have to bury her."
"Condolences," Clay said. "Now if you'll excuse me. I have a Garage to run." With that, Clay and the others, Jax included, went to work for the day in the garage.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
There seemed to be a party later on that evening, celebrating the unlamented demise of one of the A.T.F. agents. Bella and Angela were checking out the corner where a tattoo artist was giving ink to a few of the guys.
"What do you think, Ange? Want one? I'll pay," Bella asked her, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.
"I've been thinking about it but I'm unsure because of the pain. Never liked needles," Angela tells her.
"It actually doesn't hurt too bad if you get it on a fleshy part. Feels like the Indian sunburns boys used to give us in elementary school, only not so spread out," Bella said, thinking back on when she had gotten her hip done...before everything turned to shit.
Angela took a deep breath. "Okay. Why not? New me! This is a chance to give the big finger to dad."
Bella giggled. "That's the spirit! I'll get one too! So you won't have to do this alone. Just want to wait for my man to get here," she said, throwing an arm around Angela's shoulders. She had laid awake for half the night thinking on what Chibs had wanted, and she had eventually come to the decision that she was being stupid...or willfully blind. The only one she was fooling was herself. She loved the man.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"Cameron was supposed to kill that piece of shit Hefner before monday, but he had unexpected business back home. He's given us an offer," Chibs tells the others sitting at the picnic table.
"Hefner's squeezing the Irish for more payoff cash, so he's gonna intercept the cargo," Juice explains.
"How is that our problem?" Tig asked.
"It ain't a problem. It's a gift from the Irishman," Chibs tells Tig.
"Look. We take out the port commissioner, he's gonna give us back the 200K that we just forked over, plus a month of free guns," Juice tells them. It was a generous offer.
"Our warehouse rebuild is crushing us," Bobby tells the others. "It's the cost of raw materials. Free guns and cash? We could be seeing black before we put a roof on."
"Murder for hire?" Clay asked. "That's a dirty business."
"It's not about money," Piney put in. "That asshole killed McKeevy. Michael was a friend of mine, and yours, and your dad's." Piney looked at Jax. "And he went back a long way with Sam Crow."
"What do you think, V.P.?" Clay asked Jax.
"I agree with Piney. McKeevy was a friend. I think we owe it to the Irish." There was silence at the table for a few moments.
"How is Cameron gonna do it?" Clay asked Juice.
"Hefner's got a Sunday ritual. Church with the fat wife, sex with the black girlfriend. She lives in a shitty hood right outside his nice Oakland suburb."
"And that's where we take him out," Chibs said. "Black on white hate crime? Who gives a shit?"
"Who does it?" Clay asked.
"I do," Opie immediately volunteers. Jax looked back at Opie.
"Been a while since you suited up, brother," he tells his best friend. "I'll do it."
"I can do this," Opie insisted. Clay looked between Jax and Opie and then to the rest of the table. He then directs his next orders to Juice and Chibs.
"Get Cameron to confirm the pay off. Jax, Ope, Bobby, no mistakes."
"All right," Opie confirmed, before getting up from the table. Everyone got up and split in different directions. Chibs and Jax going to Bella and Angela, looking at tattoos in the corner. Bobby went to sit by Clay.
"I want Ope pulling the trigger on this," Clay says to Bobby. "I want to make sure he's really back."
"I think we all do," Bobby replies.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"You two aren't thinking about getting tattoos are you?" Jax said with a challenging glint in his eye.
"And if we are?" Bella replied.
"Well, what would you get, lass?" Chibs asked. Bella went up to him, and placed her mouth next to his ear so only he could hear.
"Your crow," she said in so soft a whisper, he thought he had hallucinated it at first. Pulling back in shock, Chibs looked at her. Studying her face as though he were a kid in high school, taking a test needed to pass.
"Lass?"
"I love you, Filip," she said softly, still so only he could hear. Chibs took her face in both of his hands and kissed her gently. Pulling back, he had an excited gleam in his eye.
"Wait here," he said, before he shot off into the clubhouse.
"What was that all about?" Jax asked. Bella shrugged.
"Just gonna have to wait and see," she tells him. "Now, Angela, you're going first. I'm not getting one just for you to chicken out!"
"Awww," Angela groaned.
"No complaining. Now, what do you want?" Bella asked. Angela thought about it for a bit.
"This is going to sound really cliché, but I kinda want a sugar skull," Angela said.
"Nothing cliché about that. Every sugar skull is different, so they are always interesting," Bella encouraged.
Angela smiled and nodded. Once the man they were waiting to be finished got done, it was Angela's turn. She described the kind of skull she wanted, and the artist free handed it on her forearm before making sure she was happy with it and he got to work. Chibs came out just after the artist just got started.
"Mo ghràdh, I have both the design and the artist," he said, kissing her hair. We aren't going to have this one do it?" she asked, gesturing to the Son tattooing Angela. Chibs shook his head.
"No. Happy is going to do it," Chibs tells her.
"Happy? If Happy is here, that means-"
"Glad to know you remember me every once in a while," Charlie's voice came from behind Chibs.
"Dad!" Bella said, rushing her father and giving him a big hug. "I thought you were doing the Nomad patch proud."
"I am. But Happy was here on assignment, and I though I'd tag along. I think the man may be beginning to regret letting me tag along," Charlie joked.
"Then strike out on your own. Your grown," she said.
"Less fun though. I have a ready made teasing target in range with him."
"Yeah, and people wonder where I got my lack of self preservation," Bella said sarcastically. Charlie laughed.
"What's this I hear about you getting another tatt?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"I've seen yours, dad. You can't say anything," Bella said, warningly.
"It's not that, Bella. It's what it symbolizes. This means you are it for Chibs. His wife in Ireland be damned," Charlie said. Bella nodded.
"I know. And believe me, I think I put the poor man through hell in the span of time I took to agree to it. But I love him," she said with conviction. Charlie studied his daughter for a moment.
"All right. So long as you are sure," Charlie shrugged. "Just know, if he hurts you, it's him they're gonna be pulling out of a hole in a decade off of 44." Bella nodded and hugged her father one more time before going over to see Chibs and Opie discussing her tattoo.
"It's tradition that you don't get to see it until it is finished," Chibs explained to her. Bella nodded.
"I trust you." Happy chuckled.
"Famous last words," he said in his rasping voice, as he got the machine and ink together.
Bella pulled her arm through the neck hole of her SOA tshirt and allowed Happy to apply the stencil. Chibs watched every move and the entire process of Happy inking her soft skin. His fists clenched in anticipation of what he was going to do to his woman that night. Thanking her for giving him this chance and this gift.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"You look like shit," Jax tells Opie the next morning as they waited for their third man, so they can finish the Hefner hit.
"Donna and I stayed up into the night talking. She's decided that so long as I keep the family out of it as much as possible, and I don't bring the business home, she's cool with me rejoining. She says she can't think about remaining loyal to the club. That's too big of a picture. But she can remain loyal to me. Since I'm loyal to the club, and she's loyal to me, she won't be an issue." Jax thought about it for a moment.
"I'm glad y'all could work it out, brother. But I have to say, this gig doesn't make sense for you, Ope," Jax tells the taller man.
"Why do you keep trying to push me off this. You're the one who keeps saying I can't live half in/half out," Opie argued.
"'Cause you need it too much. It becomes about money, and shit gets sloppy," Jax says calmly.
"This is not about money," Opie tells him. "I'm doing this the same reason you are. To prove I'm Sam Crow."
"I got nothing to prove."
"That's not what I hear," Opie counters. He turns away from Jax's gaze on hearing Bobby pull up, and then looks back at his friend.
"Look, I'm ready for this brother. Let's just get it done." Jax shakes his head before replying.
"Fine."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Bella walked out into the bar area from the dorm rooms. She really needed coffee. After Happy finished her shoulder, a beautiful image of a flying crow, only it looked like a finished charcoal piece someone smeared for artistic effect, with a small Scottish flag held in it's beak, and a banner in it's talons reading Chibs, he wasted no time in rushing her to his room and then proceeded to fuck her so hard her ancestors screamed his name in pleasure.
Finding the kitchen in the back and a, thankfully, fresh pot of coffee, she grabbed a mug and the pot.
"Good morning," she heard from behind her. Bella jumped a bit and turned to see Gemma smoking by the sink, making sure her ashes got washed down the drain.
"Gemma! Jesus, you scared me," Bella smiled, before she poured herself a cup.
Gemma put out her cig and hopped off her stool to stand with her at the counter. She saw the fresh ink on her shoulder, and gently moved the over large tshirt of Chibs's hanging off her to see the full image. Gemma smiled and kissed her cheek.
"Welcome to the family, baby girl," she said.
"I thought I already was," Bella said, raising an eyebrow. Gemma nodded.
"You were family before because your dad was family. Now you are family on your own merit. You're Chibs's Old Lady," Gemma explained. Bella chuckled.
"Well, thank you, Momma Gemma. I don't think there is anywhere else I would want to be and anyone else I would want to call family."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Opie studied the picture Juice got online of the fatass Hefner. His hands were shaking a bit, remembering what it was like to be in the heat of action and he was anticipatory. Jax walked up to them.
"That is his gray Mercedes in the garage," he tells them.
"Which apartment?" Bobby asked.
"Unit nine. It's the top floor, third from the right."
"Camera's cover the garage. Should do this on the upper level," Opie observed.
"This guy's got half a brain, he's gonna be cautious and armed," Bobby warned.
"Anyone walks into this, has an eye line, we abort. No risks," Jax tells them.
"Ope, you take the front steps. I'll take the back," Bobby tells him. Opie goes to do his job. "You stay in case he gets by."
"No, Ope," Jax says, trying to get Opie's attention. "I'm gonna take the front," he tells Bobby.
"It's the way Clay wanted it," Bobby tells Jax. "It's about Ope jumping back in." Jax looks at Bobby incredulously. "Yeah, I know."
"All right," Jax relented. "Watch him." Then he turns to Opie.
"All right, I got your back in case he gets by you. The second this goes down, I'm in the car, motor running."
"Okay." Opie and Bobby move ahead, and Jax stays where he is.
They waited for Hefner to come out of his mistress's apartment. For a fat bastard, he certainly was in there for a long ass while. Opie didn't give him time to fully see him, nor did he give the man time to do more than gasp. He brought his gun up with it's silencer and put three in his chest. Bobby didn't even make it fully up the steps after he saw Hefner exit and Opie hadn't moved from his blind around the corner, so there weren't going to be any witnesses to what they had done. They both turned and calmly walked down the steps and to the car, where Jax was exactly as he said, with the motor running.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
A.T.F. Agent Stahl was back in Charming, and this time, she had back up. Currently, she and that backup were raiding the porn studio of Luann Delaney. Who was currently nagging her ear off.
"My permits are up to date. Actors all have their H.I.V. card. What's my shit got to do with A.T.F.?" she demanded of Stahl.
"Well, why should vice get all the fun, huh?" Stahl asked Luann as her partner walked up with a small box filled with drugs. Stahl smiled. Drugs she could work with. "Ah. Viagra, poppers, blow. Tools of the trade?" she asked as she pulled each of the drugs out as she named them.
"This is bullshit!" Luann spat at her.
"No, actually, it's possession. Maybe even intent to distributed. Shut it down," she ordered the agent with the box. "That's a wrap for Cecil B. DeMilf," Stahl jabbed as she walked by Luann as she was being cuffed.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Unser was not having the peaceful morning he though he was going to have when he woke up that morning.
"Hey! I'm trying to run a department here! Mind telling me how I'm gonna do that without an office?" he damanded of Hale once everyone got back to the precinct. "You knew about this?"
"No one knew," Stahl put in as she walked behind Luann and into Unser's office. "I love a good surprise."
"What the hell is going on?" he snapped at her.
"I'm borrowing your house for a couple of weeks. Gonna be a little tight."
"And what's your business here?"
"What do you think, Chief? Huh? I bet you've already made a call to Clay Morrow. You're personal and professional relationship with the Sons of Anarchy has been well documented."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. Escort Chief Unser out. He poses a security risk to my investigation," she tells the lacky's she brought along.
"Yes, ma'am."
"You scrawny, uptight bitch," Unser said lowly. "You don't know shit about me or this town."
Stahl got closer to the Chief. "Why don't you take a little down time, Wayne? Play golf, go fishing, get a round of chemo. You know, relax."
"Let's go," another agent said as he began guiding Unser out of the department.
Hale and Stahl entered the Chief's office and Hale shut the door. "You didn't have to humiliate the guy."
"You're the one who got this ball rolling, sparky. You want to play in my backyard or in the cow pastures?" She asked, taking a lid off a box.
"I want to stop Sam Crow," he emphasized.
"Good. Then let's catch up," she said, handing him a file before rifling through the boxes again. "We know that the Sons are getting their guns in oil barrel from Dungloe, Ireland."
"That's I.R.A. territory," he said, remembering their conversation from a few weeks previous.
"True I.R.A. territory," she corrected. "These guys did not buy into the peace accord. The guns are how they keep their pro-Irish agenda on fire. Michael McKeevy," she said, handing him a printout of McKeevy's mugshot and arrest stats.
"Big Irish player. He was found beaten to death two weeks ago. Pier 56, Oakland Shipyard."
"You think this was Clay?" Hale asked her, looking at the printout.
"No, I don't. I think it was this guy," she said, then handing him a recent photo of a dead man. "Brenan Hefner, Oakland Port Commissioner. Very dirty. I think that a deal went south and Hefner killed McKeevy."
"Who killed Hefner?" Hale asked. Stahl gave him a look as if to say, it'll come to you. And it did. "Sam Crow."
Stahl sat. "McKeevy was a friend. Hefner was an obstacle. He was found gunned down in the projects. Oakland D.A, is gonna keep me informed."
"This intel, the murders we had here last week, this all points to the Sons," Hale pointed out to Stahl.
"Yes. And I've got shit to convict. It's all circumstantial evidence. That is why I am going to use RICO. We need to prove that the Sons of Anarchy is an ongoing criminal enterprise."
"And how does Luann Delaney play into this?" Hale asked, trying to fit the puzzle pieces in.
"We have to show that there has been illegal activity over the past 10 years. So, we use Luann's incarceration as a bargaining chip with her husband, Otto Delaney," she said, giving him the information of the currently locked up Son. "We dig up the dirt in the past. And then we go after the present." It was solid, but Hale was dubious.
"These guys will never rat."
"You're really missing the theme here, honey," she said as if giving a play by play was annoying as all holy hell. "Outlaw clubs, do not keep their women in the dark. They're smart. They use them."
Stahl placed four photos on the table. "We go after the ones who have the most to lose. Safety," she said, pointing to Bella. "Family," pointing to Donna and Angela, "And freedom," pointing to Cherry.
A lacky came into the office with two boxes. "Where should I put these?" he asked.
"Put those in my office," Hale tells him, leading him out.
"Thanks, Bill."
~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~
Bella had been visiting with Donna that morning when Stahl knocked on her door. They all sat down at the kitchen table so they could talk. Donna's kids were in the back yard playing.
"It must be hard with two kids, a full time job, behind on the mortgage. What is it? 32,000 in credit debt?" Stahl pressed. Bella's lips were pressed together tightly. This was a nosey bitch.
"We get by."
"Or you get out. And those moving boxes suggest the latter," Stahl pointed out. Bella snorted.
"Your observational skills need work. Those moving boxes are for Jax. He needs baby things, and in case you missed it, your skills being rusty," Bella said, gesturing to the two playing kids. "Donna's little ones aren't babies anymore."
"Yes. Well, etiquette and all keeps me from outright nosing into things, so I have to fish. What about you? You have quite the history with MCs, don't you, Bella?"
"That's Miss. Swan to you," Bella bit out. "I don't know you. Etiquette also demands that you don't use a given name without leave to do so, Mrs. Stahl."
"Miss."
"At your age?" Bella smirked while raising an eyebrow. Donna kicks Bella under the table. Stahl gives a tight smile.
"I'm married to my work," she said through pursed lips. It was not an attractive look on the woman. Bella nodded.
"Admirable." Stahl turned her attention back to Donna, the perceived weak link.
"You're smart, Donna. You get your kids and you get as far away as you possibly can before Sam Crow rips your family apart. It's only a matter of time before Opie's back inside again. We both know that."
"I don't need a cop to tell me what's wrong or right for my family," Donna finally lets out. "I don't know shit, about Opie's club business. And even if I did, I'd never rat on him."
"Not to mention you just completely demonstrated you inability of active listening. Seriously, we're taught that in high school," Bella snarked.
"Ah. Yes. High school. You were quite the little hopper form MC to MC, Miss. Swan. How would the Coven or the Pack feel about finding out your whereabouts?" Stahl smirks. Bella froze, her head leaning down, before her shoulders begin to shake. Donna thought she was crying, until she heard Bella's giggles.
Giggles, that turned to a laugh, that turned to outright hysteria. Bella stood and leaned across the table to whisper to Stahl. "You're information is lacking," she whispered to the agent. "But if you think it'll help your case...bring it on!" she challenged. Donna stood as well.
"Get out of my house, bitch," Donna said coldly, as she and Bella left the room. Bella turned to Donna.
"She knew all about us. If the A.T.F. is here and they are questioning you and me with all of out dirty little secrets known to them, they're desperate. It means that all of their evidence is bullshit. I have to call the others, and warn them. Will you be okay?" she asked the older woman. Donna nodded and gave Bella a quick hug.
"Thanks for being here, Izzy." Bella pulled back with a smile and pulled out her phone.
"Always."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"No, I haven't seen her yet, but I'll call you as soon as I do," Angella tells Bella over her cell.
"Bitch is nosey, Ange. She'll most likely know about your disownment and you running with the Pack. Be careful," Bella warned.
"I will. I was third in our class, Bells. I'm smart enough when to keep my mouth shut. Not that I know anything."
"You know about me loaning the club some cash. That's enough to raise an eyebrow and get them looking into financials."
"I got it. I got it. Keep my trap shut," Angela chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm going to spend some time here with Abel, and then I'll head back to the clubhouse if that'll make you feel better."
"It will. I actually need to talk to you about something important, so I'll meet you there, later," Bella tells her.
"All right. Just be sure to call the others," Angela tells her.
"Already done, sweets. Talk to you later."
"Later," she confirmed, snapping her phone shut.
Angela looked down at Abel. "More trouble, little one. But don't worry. We're all gonna make sure everything is calm and collected by the time you get home," she said, with her hand on his belly, gently rubbing it, so as not to disturb his scar. She smiled at the little guy, but saw a movement out of the corner of her eye.
Judging by the official suits, it had to be their new resident fed. "Looks like it's my turn. I'll be back."
Walking out of the nursery, Angela met with Agent Stahl.
"Can I help you?" she asked kindly.
"Angela Weber?" Stahl asked her.
"The same."
"Agent Stahl, A.T.F.," she said, showing her badge. Angela's smile didn't falter. "May I, uh- May I ask you some questions?"
"Of course," she said, gesturing to a seat by the wall.
"Oh. Thank you. I'm trying to wrap my brain around how you came to be with Sam Crow," Stahl said. Angela only smiled, but tilted her head in curiosity.
"Well, you're the daughter of a Reverend. Graduated 3rd in your class at Forks, High School, and you had a full ride scholarship to Penn. State. That was really a promising start," Stahl tells her.
"I know," Angela said simply.
"But now you're here… in the backwoods of backwoods nowhere with redneck nobodies," Stahl pressed. "Rubbing shoulders with the bad boy biker types."
"Not to interrupt, but is there a question in there?" Angela asked.
"You ran with an MC in Forks, right? It's why your father kicked you out. Bad influence on the little brothers."
Angela's smile didn't falter one bit, but Stahl didn't know Angela at all. The difference wasn't in her stance or anything physical. It was in her eyes. Eyes that grew cold and hard.
"It was La Push. Local reservation, that had no ties in anything illegal," she said. "All they cared about was keeping their histories and traditions. For the record, Agent Stahl, this information is hardly news, get to the point."
"Fair enough," Stahl said. "Do you know of any illegal activity that Jax Teller or the Sons of Anarchy are involved in?" Angela's countenance actually did soften, because this she could answer truthfully.
"Haven't the foggiest," she said brightly. "Agent Stahl, a word of advice, you must learn to be more observant. I am the daughter of a holy man. As such, even now, I hold to certain values. I am a virgin, despite the company I keep. You can't tell secrets as pillow talk if there is no pillow talk."
Stahl only gave a wry smile, wanting to scratch the biker bitch's eyes out. "Well, listen, um, if you do," she said digging into her bag and producing a card. "think of something, or see something that just doesn't feel right, would you please give me a call?" Stahl handed Angela a card.
Angela took it and smiled. "Thank you for your time, then, Miss. Weber."
Stahl left and Angela went back in to see Abel.
"Well she was one nosey bitch. Rather unobservant, though. Can't hurt people with old news," she tells him. A few moments later Jax entered the nursery.
"You okay," he asked, framing her face in his hands. Angela nodded, and back away, holding up a finger.
"Got a light?" she asked, producing the card Stahl gave her. Jax nodded and handed Angela his lighter. Going over to the sink, Angela lit the card on fire and watched it burn to ashes, before she washed them down the drain.
"That woman knows how to piss off the wrong people," she said, handing the lighter back to Jax, and wrapping her arms around his waist.
"What did she want?"
"To know what illegal activities the club was getting into. I answered honestly."
Jax froze, and Angela pinched his side. "Relax. I could answer honestly because I don't know anything about what you and the club do. I just got here, remember. Worst I know is Bella loaning you guys money. Hardly illegal. Though Bella said it would be the catalyst for the good Agent to start looking into the club's money flow, so I figured since she didn't specify, I had no qualms keeping that in my bra."
"You scared me there, babe," he said, kissing her hair.
"Don't you worry, Jax. Bella says because they're going after the club's women, that they got zilch. You're good on my end," Angela said soothingly.
"Aren't I supposed to say that to you as you freak out?" Jax said with a chuckle.
Angela shook her head. "Bella pointed it out to me. And after talking with the fed, I see what she means."
"You know I wouldn't let anything hurt you, right?" Jax asked her. Angela smiled at him before laying her head on his chest.
"I know, Jax." Jax held her close, and kissed her head one more time. Now if he could only get her to see he wanted more.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Bella was kind of freaking out. She had left Donna's house half an hour ago and she stopped at the drug store. The past couple of days she's woken up puking her guts out. She passed it off to Chibs as a stomach flu, but when she counted back to her last period, she realized she was late. By two weeks. It's not that she didn't want children. She adored, children. She just didn't know how Chibs would handle it. The man already had a daughter, so she knew he wasn't outright against kids, but he didn't say about how he would feel about having one with her.
Grabbing two different types of pregnancy tests and four really big bottles of water she made her way to the front and paid for the purchases. Before stuffing them into a small backpack she had brought in case anyone saw her. Didn't want to let the cat out of the bag too early. She had told Angela she wanted to meet her at the club house, and then asked Donna if she would stop by, too. Seeing as if she was preggers, she'd have another club mom there to help her with advise.
She got out of her car and walked into the clubhouse and almost made it to the dorms before she was caught. By the man himself.
"Moving in, lass?" Chibs said jokingly behind her. Bella shook her head.
"No, just having a little girlie make over time. Donna and Ange are going to meet me here so they can help," she told him with a smile, all the while, chanting in her head. Please believe me. Please believe me. The world knew she was one of the worst liars on the planet.
"All right. We've got a meeting anyhow. It'll be good for you to have something to do while you wait," he said, kissing her temple.
Bella smiled up at him softly. "See you tonight?" Chibs nodded.
"Tonight," he confirmed. Bella's smile turned seductive.
"If you want to see the results of what we get up to today, promise not to come into your dorm until tonight." Chibs swallowed hard.
"That better be a promise, mo ghràdh," he said hoarsely. Bella giggled and kissed him again before making her way to his room. Once inside she breathed a sigh of relief. She took out a bottle of water and began chugging it. One after another after another.
Finally, an hour or so after she arrived, there was a knock on the door. It was both Donna and Angela.
"Thank the biker gods, get in here!" she said quickly before pulling both in by their arms and closing and locking the door again.
"What's going on, Bella?" Angela asked concerned. Bella began to pace.
"I'm freaking out here, Ange," Bella said.
"I see that. What are you freaking out about?"
Bella turned to both of the women, who had taken a seat on Chibs's bed. "I think I might be pregnant," she said softly.
"Come again?" Donna asked.
"Wrong choice of words, Donna. I'm sure that's what got her into this mess," Angela snorted.
"Not the time, Ange," Bella snapped. Angela held her hands up in surrender.
"Whoa. Cool your jets. I was only joking. This is easily solved with a pregnancy test. Did you get any?" Bella nodded and pulled the two brands out of her bag.
"Go with this one. More accurate," Donna said, pointing to the pink box. Bella nodded, and went to the bathroom. As she did her business, she muttered about killing the guy who invented these things. Really?! Peeing on a stick. So unsanitary.
Coming out of the bathroom, she placed the test on the desk and turned away. "We need to wait 2 minutes. Could you guys-" she asked gesturing to it, scared as shit about the results. Donna looked at her in empathy and nodded.
"I got it," she said, going over to the test. Bella's watch went off, signaling the end of the two minute countdown. She gulped and looked to Donna.
"Well?" she asked in terror. Donna looked up at Bella and smiled.
"Congrats, mama," she said simply. Bella fainted.