Clay, Tig, and Juice walked up to Oswald as he was attending to one of his horses. And once the business man caught sight of them, he couldn't help but be slightly afraid as to what their purpose there could have been.
"Clay. How'd you get in here?" he asked.
"I told the girl at the gate we were here to fix your cars," Clay said, lighting one of his signature cigars. "Guess we look like the help," he joked. Juice laughed with him.
"What's this about?" Oswald asked, getting down to business. Tig had found his way to the other side of Oswald's horse and began petting her side.
"This is a great lookin' horse, man," he said. Tig had a soft spot for animals. Dogs in particular, but horses were just like over sized dogs to him. He adored them.
"I assume you got that, uh, special delivery package I sent ya," Clay said with a mocking air.
"Yeah. I got it," Oswald said, turning his focus back to his horse as he brushed her down. "You made your point. I reneged on our deal." Behind him, Clay nodded to Tig, who pulled Oswald's Elsie Maker from his pocket in a plastic baggie, covered in blood.
"That knife- It's still got your prints all over it. The nutless clown, raped your daughter- Well, he's buried in Macon woods. Dead body, murder weapon, motive. It's the three things a guy needs for a homicide conviction," Clay said, as if he were discussing stocks and not blackmail.
"Jesus Christ. You're insane," Oswald said, looking at Clay.
"Well, I ssure you, Elliott, I'm saner than I've ever been," Clay said, walking up to pat Oswald's horse. "I need your help, Elliott. And, uh, if you refuse, I'm gonna turn all three of those items over to Unser. And the only thing you'll be ridin' is a big black dude named Jo Jo."
"So what do you want?"
"I assume you got friends in the U.S. Attorney's office. Maybe, uh, a couple of judges you've played golf with," Clay said, his shit eating grin back on his face.
Oswald knew he wasn't going to like this.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Jax walked into the Charming P.D. station and walked up to Unser. "Hey. Where are we at with Donna and Izzy's shooting?" he asked lowly.
"Uh, nowhere," Unser answered honestly, as he walked past Jax.
"No leads? Suspicions?" he asked in surprise.
"No. Sorry," Unser said, not wanting to point out to the deadly if somewhat naive youth that it was in all probability his stepfather.
Hale had no such reservations. As Unser passed him on his return to his office, he walked up to Jax and said, "Come with me."
He lead Jax into the back cells, where no one visits unless there was a prisoner overflow. "Gives us some privacy," he said, sitting down on a bunk.
"For what?" Jax asked.
Hale waited a moment to gather his thoughts. This went against everything he believed in, but thought that if he couldn't get justice for Donna and Izzy, he was going to help the people that could. And who probably wanted it the most.
"Chibs looks after you like a son. And I know how close you and Opie are. I remember you and him in high school. You were inseparable."
"This is feelin' a little gay," Jax said, unable to keep the thought in his head.
"I knew Stahl was setting Opie up as a rat. She wired his truck. I think Clay found that wire, thought Opie was working with the feds,and then tried to have him killed. Donna and Izzy were a mistake," Hale said calmly.
"Why are you tellin' me this shit?" Jax asked. "You think I'll give up Clay?"
Hale stood again and approached Jax, an understanding look in his eye. "We ended up on opposing teams, you and me. Don't like each other all that much. But seeing two innocent women gunned down. One of them a mother, and the other on the cusp of being so. Two little kids who nearly lost their mom, and a man, the one I have some of the least problems with amongst your club, and I half way respect, nearly losing the happiness he's been looking for his entire life here. Man, I think that falls on the wrong side of the fence for both of us," Hale said, before walking away. Telling Jax with that action, that it was up to him what he wanted to do with the information Hale had given him.
Once Hale was out of the cells, Jax only took a moment before everything lined up. And he didn't like the conclusion he had drawn. He kicked a cell door in anger, hoping to find an outlet, but it didn't work.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Angela sat in Abel's nursery, reading through the manuscript she had hidden from Gemma when she had dumped Jax's dirty laundry. She could see what Jax meant by it being a heavy read. His old man certainly knew how to write, and he was so philosophical in the way he wrote. It broke her heart that the club he had originally envisioned had gotten so far off the track he wanted.
She was now glad that she hidden this from Gemma. She was certain that the woman wouldn't have liked the contents at all. If there was one person who knew everything Clay did and his future plans for the club, it would be her. Knowing that Jax had found this would have stirred up some dust, and she was fairly certain not everyone would be standing at the end of the trail.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Stahl entered the interrogation room in Stockton to talk to Bobby Elvis, thanking the guard as she entered. She walked in, and sat down at the table next to the one he was seated at, and sighed.
"You got somethin' you wanna say?" Bobby asked, not having any patience with the bitch.
"Donna Winston and Izzy Swan were gunned down last night," she said.
"What are you talking about?" Bobby asked in horror, though he didn't let her see how the news was affecting him.
"They are alive. Donna got out of the hospital this morning, but Izzy sustained more injuries protecting her. Brutal."
"Who the hell would wanna kill Opie's wife and Chib's old lady?" Bobby asked her.
"Oh, well, you see, it was a, um- It was a mistake. The killer thought that he was killing Opie."
"Who went after Opie?"
"I made Clay believe that Opie was the witness who fingered you. But it was a lie. I set him up," she confessed.
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked.
"We'll be charging Opie with Hefner's murder. Pick him up after Izzy gets out of the hospital tomorrow. U.S. Attorney will seek the death penalty for both of you."
Opie finally looked at the bitch, gaining satisfaction that her face still looked like shit, even weeks after Otto rearranged it. "I guess I'm feeling guilty about taking a father away from his kids so soon after they nearly lost their mother. And the fact Izzy's pregnant."
Bobby didn't reply. He didn't know what to say to the woman. He wasn't her priest, so he wondered what forgiveness he could offer her. He was elated at hearing Chibs was going to be a father. The man had to be over the moon.
"Thanks for listening," she said, as she got up and left. Bobby sat there, praying that Izzy and Donna were safe and whole again. He knew Chibs would lose his mind if anything happened to Izzy or his new child, and he didn't even want to think about what would happen to Opie should he loose Donna.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
"Beautiful animal, huh?" Tig asked Clay as he patted the horse's flank.
"Yeah," Clay said. Tig turned to his president, and walked over to him. He needed to get this off his chest.
"Well, if it involves you and a horse, I'd rather not hear it," Clay joked. Tig was special, so him being familiar with a horse wasn't all that outside the realm of possibility.
"Yesterday. Yesterday, at the warehouse, Opie, he, uh, he saved me from gettin' my head blown off. And then I, uh, had a clear shot at him. And I couldn't take it. You know, shootin' through the back of that window in the truck- I was afraid. I was afraid if I saw his face, I couldn't pull the trigger. I didn't know, Clay, that it was Donna and Izzy...till it was done. Hell, I didn't even see Izzy at first, she had leaned down to get something. Then she came up just as I was pullin' the trigger."
Clay stood and walked over to his brother, taking his head in a hug. "I depend on you so much for that shit, sometimes I forget the weight of it. This thing with Ope and Chibs, all that means is, you got love for your brothers. Donna and Izzy- It's awful shit. Awful."
Tig looked at Clay, and nodded at the reassurance he saw. Clay pats his arm. "We're gonna get past this."
"Yeah. All right," Tig agreed. Juice and Oswald rejoined them, Juice showing Clay a piece of paper with numbers on it.
"Case number," Juice said.
"What are you gonna do with that information?" Oswald asked Clay.
"What'd you tell your judge buddy?" Clay shot back. Oswald rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a stress headache coming on.
"That a councilman wanted the information because he didn't want safe houses in his district." Clay pursed his lips, impressed at the excuse, and looked to Juice, who confirmed it.
"Good. Very good," he said, leading the others off of the Oswald property.
"What about that knife?" Oswald asked, not wanting this to come back and bit him in the ass again.
"Oh, It's still our secret. Don't worry. We'll keep it safe for you," he said as he continued walking.
"I called Happy on the prepay. He had an alarming amount of knowledge about safe houses and witnesses," Juice tells Clay.
"Of course he did. Probably helped that Charlie was with him," Clay said. Juice nodded.
"Yeah. It was Charlie who said that there's usually a sheriff or two outside, A.T.F. agent inside. Mostly rookies who get stuck babysitting. Hap thinks it'll take three guys," Juice said.
"All right. Me, Chibs, Happy," Tig said.
"Nah, not Chibs. He's too focused on Izzy and his soon to be kid," Clay said.
"He'd be the best. See if Charlie could keep an eye on Izzy. I'm sure she'd like a little one on one time with her pops," Tig said. Clay thought about it, then turned to Tig.
"You okay to do this?" he asked. He was a little concerned after Tig's confession earlier.
"Oh, yeah. I need to."
"All right. Give Trammel the case number. Tell him to call us with the location. Now, I want a flawless plan. All right? Take out the witness. Nobody else gets hurt," Clay ordered.
"Okay. No mistakes," Tig promised.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Jax stormed into the garage office, needing to know where Clay was. "Where is he?" he asked Gemma.
"Well, he's not back yet. Why?" she asked, completely bewildered by Jax's attitude. He didn't answer, just stood there, looking conflicted. "What's the matter, Jackson?"
"I got some information on Donna and Izzy," he admitted.
"What information?" Jax's conflicting emotions were overwhelming and only got worse at his mother's questions. He knew she would warn Clay if he told her and he didn't want the bastard time to come up with a story if he was responsible for what happened to the two women he considered sisters.
"Tell him I'm in the Chapel," he said instead, leaving.
Not liking the look on Jax's face coupled with the fact he wanted to talk to Clay about this matter in particular, prompted to call Clay to the garage. Once he finally entered twenty minutes later, she pulled him into the office and shut the door.
"He knows," she said.
"What?" Clay asked.
"Jackson knows something about Donna and Izzy."
Clay scoffs. "He doesn't know shit," he tells her.
Come to think of it, neither did she. It didn't seem to register with her that he truly felt terrible about the way things went down That he was having second thoughts about where the club was going. Especially if it lead to shit like what happened last night. He thought of Opie as another son. He would never do anything to hurt him as badly as losing Donna would. And leaving out how he felt about Chibs, because that man was a brother as well, but he truly saw Izzy as a long lost niece. The fact he had ordered the hit that put both her and her new little one in danger… he couldn't stomach it.
"He knows something," she affirmed. "Did you or did you not nail him down? He needs to be tied to the club so far, he wouldn't dream of leaving."
"He is tied to the club. We all are, can't you see that?" Clay asked her.
"Clay, I know my son. He is just like his old man. He's always lookin' for something more, the reasons why. He is on a destiny run. If he knows about Donna and Izzy's mistake of a shooting. Jesus only knows what will happen if he found J.T.'s bleedin' heart manuscript, if he hasn't already." Clay looked at her from his position by the window.
"Now your just being hysterical," Clay bit.
"What happened to John," she said. "I cannot do that again, not with him."
"Now, you listen to me," he said menacingly. "That manuscript was nothing but the ramblings of a bitter, grieving coward. The damn thing would most likely piss him off if he read it. And this shit with the girls- There's nothing to know. So you better calm down. This is about your fear, your history. Stop bleedin' all over him. You're the one poisoning his mind."
Clay stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind him. Gemma merely looked at him through the blinds. "You are losing control," she said, snapping the blinds shut again. "Just like he did."
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Jax was waiting for Clay, as promised, in the Chapel, sitting in his spot at the redwood table, smoking a joint in the hopes that it would calm him somewhat. It wasn't working.
"You lookin' for me?" Clay asked, shutting the door behind him. Jax put the joint out and moved the ash tray out of the way.
"Two days ago, you sat there," he said to Clay as he took his seat at the head of the table. "You made me a promise. Told me Opie was safe. Now I'm askin' you, brother to brother, father to son, to tell me the truth, and I'll accept it, whatever it is. Just be honest with me. Did you try to kill Opie? Get Donna and Izzy by mistake?" Clay sighed and looked out the window. Maybe he should come clean. Confession, they said was good for the soul. And at his age, he needed it.
"No. I didn't shoot them. But I did order it," he confessed. He saw Jax's hands fist on top of the table. "Tig found the wire, and before I knew he was bein' set up as the rat, I ordered Tig to do the hit. Tried to call it off after Unser told me at Abel's party, but it was too late by then."
Jax's eyes were red and he blinded rapidly to quell the tears of anger and betrayal. "I regret it. I regret it like nothing else in my entire life. Keepin' this shit to myself and not calling a vote. And it nearly cost Opie and Chibs both the most important thing in their lives. I do love Opie. And Donna. And Chibs and Izzy. I make you this promise," Clay said, looking him right in the eye. "I'll never do such a thing again without the full table's approval. This has shown me that a single man's decision, can cost more than he is prepared to pay."
Jax remained silent, but sat back. Before long he couldn't take it anymore. He needed a safe harbor. He needed his Angel. He got up to leave, but Clay started speaking again.
"This is a rough time for Sam Crow. But we'd better put this shit behind us. I get it, I betrayed you. Betrayed Opie and Chibs. But them knowing of the fact will eat through the moral, fracture the charter."
"Yeah, that's true," Jax agreed, though he thought they should know, regardless. He left the board room and found Juice, smoking at the bar.
"You know where Tig is?" he asked the young man.
"Yeah. He's on his way to the safe house," Juice said, his eyes slightly red from rubbing the tears of guilt away.
"What's the matter?" Jax asked him.
"The info on that witness just came out. She's a 17-year-old girl, Jax," Juice said, hoping his V.P. would know a better rout to take than killing her.
"Holy shit," Jax said, looking down. He heard the church door open and saw Clay stepping out. Making a decision, he took off his kutte. "Where are they?" Juice handed him a piece of paper as Jax put his gun in the waist of his jeans.
"What are you doin'? Jax." But Jax kept walking out of the clubhouse, ignoring Clay in his anger. "Where the hell are you goin'? Jax!" The door slammed behind him. The sticker on the back showing the Son's Reaper and the slogan "Fear the Reaper" emblazoned on a rocker below him.
"Shit," Clay said in a fit of anger.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Charlie knocked on Bella's door before he entered to see his baby girl in a hospital gown, bandages poking out from under it where her shoulder blade was wrapped, and her left arm in a sling. A long cast going from her hand all the way up, leaving her arm in an 'L' shape, and slung around her midsection, her fingers brushing her lower tummy.
"Hey, baby girl," he said softly, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Daddy," she said in a drug induced haze. Charlie smiled. She only ever called him daddy when she was drugged. Being his strong little warrior any other time.
"How am I supposed to leave you alone with a man, if every time you date, you end up in the hospital?" he asked, half joking, half serious.
"It's not Filip's fault, daddy," she said. The drugs making her forget that to the rest of the club, he was Chibs. "What was he supposed to do? Chain me to the bed. Donna and I only went for laundry detergent and garbage bags."
"Do they know who did this?" he asked her.
"No. They don't. But I have my suspicions. I think it was Tig," she said. Charlie's eyes widened.
"Why would Tig shoot you and Donna?" he asked urgently.
"Don't blame him, daddy. He was only a puppet. Him and Clay both. They were played by that bitch," she said.
"Who, Bella? Who would put a pregnant woman in the line of fire?" Charlie would deal with Tig and Clay would answer for this in their own way. But there was one thing both Charlie and Bella had on common, they lay blame where it was due. If she said Clay and Tig were puppets, he would believe her.
"That A.T.F. bitch," she said softly, as sleep took her. He knew that the conversation with her in the morning would be different. The afternoon painkillers made her loopy. In the morning, he would talk to her again, when she wasn't so silly out of her mind, and get the full story. But for now, he would sit and watch his daughter sleep.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Tig and Happy threw the sheriffs into the trunk of the cruiser as Chibs played look out.
"Let's do this," he said to the others. "Go. Go, go, go." All three were wearing dark clothes and ski masks. Tig, went to the edge of the porch and threw a large rock at the door to gain the A.T.F. agent's attention. Draw her out of the house, before he ran around the corner of the house and out of sight.
"Wesley?" the agent asked, cautiously stepping out. She didn't see the guard there, so she took the walkie off of the stand next to the door. "Sheriff Lane, do you copy?" she asked.
"Go!" Chibs said, as he and Happy were at the back door. Happy busted the door knob off and they entered. The A.T.F. agent turned, her gun at the ready.
"Oh, shit! Freeze!" she said, taking cover behind a table.
"Drop it, bitch," Happy growled. She went to rise, but Tig came from her blind spot behind her.
"No, no, no, no, no, no. Give me that gun. Give me the gun," he coaxed. Happy came up and punched her in the gut, winding her, so they could place the zip ties on her as cuffs.
"Take her. Take her. Take her," Tig said to Happy, who hauled the restrained agent into another room.
Chibs went to a curtained off area, where he saw a girl, maybe two, to three years younger than his own old lady, cowering on her bed. Eyes red and wide in fear.
"Jesus Christ," he exlaimed as Tig came up to look into the room too. "You've gotta be shittin' me. That our witness?" he asked Tig.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Gemma walked into Jax's house to see Angela on the couch, feeding Abel. She smiled at how well, Angela was taking care of her grandson.
"How is he?" Gemma asked.
"He's a hungry little goblin. But we had fun, today, didn't we little one?" she asked, looking down at Able who was happily gulping down his dinner. "Tell grandma all about how we played hide and seek. And how we worked our little arms and legs so they get big and strong like daddy's."
"How did you get so good with children? You don't have any out there we need to worry about popping up on us, do you?" Gemma half joked. Angela chuckled and shook her head.
"No. But I do have two younger twin brothers. I don't know how they are doing since I was kicked out. We were all close before that. I did my best to protect them from mom and dad's zealous views, but with me gone-" she trailed off with a shrug. "It's okay. They're strong. My focus right now, is this little one. This little guy, who I know, has missed his grandma," she beamed. "Wanna take over, while I go get a burping rag?" Gemma nodded, and took Abel, who fussed a bit at the interruption of his feeding, but settled once again once in Gemma's arms.
"You're a good mom, Angel," Gemma said with a smile. Angela smiled back at her.
"I have his fierce grandma to help. How can I go wrong?"
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Once they had the girl's head covered and her restrained, they took off their masks. Chibs was conflicted. This girl had everything going for her. Her only mistake was going against Sam Crow. Happy walked up and stood at the door of the room.
"I could do this, bro," he offered. Reassuring that if they couldn't get their hands dirty, he could. He was after all, a part of the filthy few.
Tig took a breath. "No. It's me." Tig rose and dragged the girl with him into the dining room as she sobbed, where he sat her down. He looked at her covered face. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, kid," he said, taking out his gun. Just as he went to raise it, all of their attentions were diverted to the front door.
"Jesus! You scared the shit out of me, man," Tig said to Jax.
"Put down the gun," Jax ordered.
"What?" Tig said. Jax walked up to him.
"We don't kill women," he said in false calm. His rage simmering just below the surface.
"What are you doing here, brother?" Chibs asked. Jax continued to look at Tig, who raised his gun again. Jax loaded one in the chamber of his own and put it to Tig's head.
"What the hell is this?" Happy asked.
"Put it down, or I will put a bullet in your temple," Jax threatened, his eyes holding a crazed quality.
"You think you got the balls to do that?" Tig asked calmly. He didn't answer. Both he and Tig stood there, in a close and dangerous two way stand off. Tig's gun pointed to the girl, and Jax's to Tig. Tig finally relented. "All right," he said, lowering his gun, placing it on the table. Jax lowered his own and looked to Chibs and Happy.
"This wasn't the plan," Happy barked.
"You think this through," Chibs said to Jax.
"Go home, now," he ordered the other two.
"Let's go," Chibs said to Happy. They walked out. Chibs wouldn't lie. He was glad the girl would apparently live. All he wanted to do was see Izzy again.
Jax knelt down and cut the duct tape from the sobbing girls wrists before tearing her blindfold off, and ripping the tape away from her mouth. Jax grabbed the back of her head and had her focus on Tig.
"Do you see this guy? He's a bad guy, and he wants you dead. You know why?" he asked her calmly. The girl shook her head, too scared to speak.
"'Cause you're gonna rat on two of his friends!" he yelled at her. "So you can't do that, 'cause he will find you no matter where you are. And next time, I won't be there to save you life. You understand?"
"Yeah," she wheezed out.
"The feds, the cops- Nobody can protect you. That's obvious. If you testify, you will die," Jax stressed.
"I won't. I promise. I won't," she agreed, locking her terrified gaze first on Jax and then on Tig. Jax stood and before she could run away from him, he stopped her, taking a wad of cash out of his pocket and handing it to her.
"Hey! You get on a train, you get a bus, you steal a goddamn car. I don't give a shit. You get out of California tonight or you're dead!" he yelled at her as she ran out of the house. He watched her leave, his leashed rage breaking loose.
"You've just crossed a line, brother. You know?" Tig said lowly.
Jax scoffed as he put his gun down on the counter. "Not yet," he said, before swinging around, and decking Tig right in the jaw.
He took it well, but Jax tackled him before he could retaliate. But they don't train Marines to be pussies. Tig pinned him to the couch and his own right hook catch Jax in his jaw. They wrestled on the ground, after Jax tackled him again. Tig having no choice but to eventually elbow Jax as he held him in a choke hold. Jax kicked him away and they both stood. Readying for another round.
"Yeah? Come on! Bring it!" Tig goaded. Jax swung again, but Tig blocked him. It was when Jax spun the block and once again grabbed Tig in a hold that he realize this was put anger driving the young man. He needed and outlet, and picking a fight with the club's resident nut case was just the danger he was looking for. Didn't mean he liked being chosen as a punching bag.
Jax slammed Tig into the wall and then the table, scattering the remains of a board game, before he backed away. Tig rose and spun, leaning on the table. "Come on," he said to Jax. Jax gave one last right hook, knocking Tig off of the table and onto the floor. He looked at the Sargent at Arms in disgust before he walked angrily out of the house.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Piney dug into his Vietnam footlocker. It had everything from spare guns and rifles, the flag he got upon his discharge, his Kabar knife, his balisong- and most importantly, the manuscript his best friend, J.T. entrusted to him. One of only two copies. He pulled the manuscript out of the manila envelope and read the not attached.
"To my oldest, dearest, and wisest friend,
What we started, you and I, was a good thing for a good reason. What we've become is a different thing, for reasons I no longer understand. I feel angry winds at my back, and I'm not sure how much time I have left in this kutte I love so much. This book is for all the things we wanted, and for all the things we still can be. I love you, brother.
J.T."
Piney flipped the not over to see the title John had given his memoirs. The life and Death of Sam Crow. How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way.
Oh, they had lost their way all right. But the hope was in J.T.'s son. He had seen it. Been watching the young man question everything about the club in the last few months. Hopefully, reading his father's words will help him push past the last vestiges of doubt. Hopefully, he could save Sam Crow.
~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~
Jax walked into his house to see Angela and Gemma talking as Angela held Abel, rocking him in his sleep. Gemma took one look at her son and got up.
"Suppose I had better be getting home. Clay will need help with his arthritis medication," she said, rising and grabbing her bag. Gemma walked up to Jax on her way out, putting a hand up to his face and the damage Tig had dealt there. He winced when her thumb ran under his split lip. Gemma merely kissed his cheek and left.
Jax was nervous about Angela seeing him like this. He knew she didn't usually ask questions, but he didn't want her disappointed in him either. Angela smiled though, no sign of disapproval in her eyes. She rose and walked up to him, kissing the corner of his cheek that wasn't split.
"Go clean up. I'm going to put the little one down," she said. Jax smiled at her and went to shower.
He stripped and stepped into under the spray, the stress and anger of the day, melting off him like the snow in spring. Minutes later, Angela stepped into the shower behind him. Her small little hands running up his back, rubbing and forcing the knots out. Jax moaned, and turned, pulling her to him, and kissing her in needy hunger. Angela took the punishing kiss, egging him on by nipping his bottom lip.
Jax growled and trailed his lips from hers, so she could gain the oxygen she so desperately needed, and kissed down her neck, paying attention to each of her rosy nipples before he continued south. Angela gasped once Jax was on his knees before her, running his tongue along her slit. She steadied herself on his shoulders and the cool wall of the shower, as he continued to kiss and lick, teasing her little clit, and sending jolts of pleasure through her. Eventually, Jax guided her legs onto each of his shoulders, diving in and eating her out. Tongue fucking her three ways from Sunday, and debauching her in ways she knew would cause even her father to swear.
Angela cried out in pleasure, her hands fisting in his hair as her hips gyrated in time with his tongue as she fucked his face. For Jax, it was equal parts about showing her how much he had come to care about her. Showing her what she meant to him and how shattered he would be if he lost her, or came close like Opie and Chibs. And again, equal parts releasing his anger. He could just drink, but this was way more pleasurable for them both, and it didn't have the hangover at the end.
"Oh! Jackson!" his Angel cried as her climax took her. He continued to lick her, teasing her tight little button until she had calmed enough, he let her slide down his body, until he plunged into her, his cock hitting her cervix he drove into her so hard. Angela cried out again, and he silenced her with a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth the same way it did her cunt.
Jax drove into her mercilessly, and Angela took it with pleasure, if her cries were anything to go by. She cried out every time he thrust into her, her perfect little tits bouncing as he hit bottom. He took one of them in his hands, kneading and rolling the nipple between his fingers. Jax was close. His movements sped as he chased his end, his face buried in her neck, breathing in the scent of Angela. Two more thrusts, and he came hard, with her name on his lips. Angela hugged him close, knowing he needed the comfort of skin to skin contact.
She heard him mumble, and pulled back to hear him. "What was that?" she asked.
"Move in with me?" he asked her. Angela was stunned but smiled.
"Technically, I already have. I sleep here most nights, and take care of Abel, don't I?" she asked him in a joking manner.
"Then let's just make it official. You move in. Become my old lady?" he asked. Angela chuckled.
"My, you do work fast, don't you?"
"No faster than Chibs and Izzy. Shit, even Clay and Gemma had a whirlwind romance," he said, his breathing once again under control.
"Mmm," she said. Jax looked at her with a smirk.
"It that a yes 'mmm' or a no?" Angela gave a smirk of her own and got her her knees, getting to work on bringing Jax Jr. back to life.
Jax groaned at the feelings this woman was giving him. She was going to be the death of him, he knew it. "I'll take that at a yes, the- Oh, holy fuck!"
It was a yes.
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The next morning, Izzy was being briefed by the doctor. Honestly, it was the same speech she got every time she was discharged from the hospital. Take it easy. Don't over stress yourself. Don't get the cast wet. You have a little one to look after now. Well that last one was new, but the point remained. It was an endless litany of everything she already knew.
Both Chibs and her dad were there. Along with Jax and Angela. They all rode to Chibs' place, where Bella had been spending most of her time anyway. Once she was settled on the bed, she addressed the others.
"I wanted to tell you guys something," she said, catching everyone's attention before they left.
"Would this be about what you told me last night, Bella?" he asked.
"That it was Tig who shot me and Donna?" she asked back. Charlie nodded.
"What?!" Chibs, Jax, and Angela all yelled. Jax had a feeling, but to have it confirmed. Bella nodded herself.
"Please, don't blame him or Clay. They were acting predictably and were masterfully played by Stahl. She knew how Clay would take it. She knew there would most likely be a hit out for him, and she hung him out to dry anyway. They were puppets, nothing more. I don't blame them," she said.
"We can't let them get away with it, either, Izzy," Chibs growled. "I just found you, lass. And you are now carrying my bairn. If you think I'm goin' to let this pass, those drugs are making you crazier than you think."
"I already had it out with Tig," Jax confessed.
"Is that where you got your impressive black and blue facial collection?" Bella asked him with a smirk. Jax smirked but shrugged.
"If you want to go after someone, go after the puppet master. Go after Stahl."
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Charlie asked.
Bella tsk'd. "No imagination. Dad, I used to babysit the Stockton field office's A.T.F. head's daughters during the summer remember? One call, and we can have her in some serious shit," she said.
"He won't believe you without proof," Charlie said, shaking his head. Bella leaned over the side of the bed and dug a teddy bear from her bag.
"Got it!" she said with a smile, hugging the bear to her.
"Lass, I think those drugs have drivin' you 'round the twist. That's a teddy," Chibs said with a bemused smile. Bella rolled her eyes and handed the bear to Charlie.
"Look at the eyes," she said. Charlie looked closely at the glass eyes and his own widened.
"A nanny cam!" he exclaimed. Bella nodded.
"A nanny cam. I was going to give it to Jax the day Stahl busted into the clubhouse. But I thought I could be for more than one purpose. I had it with me in the main bar area when they dragged me out of Chibs' dorm. Caught her whole deal with Gemma on it. We call up her boss, tell him what went on. Give him the footage of her kicking Gemma and Clay, and he'll look into every move she's done while in Charming. Let's see how she likes being under a microscope for once," Bella smirked.
"Bella, you're a genius!" Angela gushed. Bella smiled and looked at all of her family. Her eyes lingering on Chibs and the hungry look in his eye. He really did love the vindictive side of her. Especially when she was so brilliant.
They were all distracted from their thoughts by a knock at the door. Charlie went to go answer it and came back with Piney. He smiled at Izzy, kissing her on the top of her head in a fatherly manner before turning to Jax, and holding out a thick manila envelope.
"Things need to change," he said simply. Jax opened the envelope, and pulled out a thick pack of paper. It was his father's manuscript. He smirked at the sight of it, and looked up at Piney.
"Yeah. They do," he said, placing a hand on Piney shoulder, and squeezing. "I have this Piney, and I've read it. Though I think Izzy, Chibs, Angela, and Charlie should, too. As well as Ope and Donna. With your permission-" he trailed of, gesturing with the manuscript to the others. Angela stepped forward.
"I've read it," she said softly. Jax looked down at her in surprise. "I found it in your dirty laundry. Only just managed to keep Gemma from seeing it." Jax smiled in relief and kissed Angela.
"Angel indeed," he said. Piney looked at him.
"They both are, kid."
A/N 10/14/2018: And that's a wrap in Season 1. Thank you guys so much on your reviews! They were the best and biggest source of motivation. Im writing Season 2 as you read this. I'm sorry it took so long to post this. On top of the mondo OT I'm getting at work, I'm now getting network connection issues on my phone. Sprint hates me. Tsk. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy. Let me know what you think. I love you all! ~Angel