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Jolene had forgotten how tiring riding bitch with her old man for four-plus hours could be. It had been years since she had gone on a run with Jax. The last time she could recall was during her last year of college and even then, it had been to visit Uncle Jury in Indian Hills, which was a couple of hours closer to Charming. But clinging onto her old man as they ripped down the road had brought back such good memories that, even though she was exhausted, she was enjoying herself too much to complain.

Jolene couldn't help but feel a little guilty about leaving her baby boy behind in order to go to Reno for the weekend, but fortunately for her, Abel didn't seem to mind a bit, which made it a little easier. After almost a year in his new hometown of Charming, her little man had honed his skills of persuasion through negotiation. It didn't hurt that he was cute as a button, too. Pleading his case, Abel had managed to mentally exhaust his otherwise hard ass grandma into giving in and having his two best hanging buddies, Kenny and Ellie Winston, over for a weekend-long slumber party.

If Gemma survived the next 48 hours with a houseful of rambunctious biker offspring, Jolene was certain that her mother-in-law was going to make her pay when they returned. But much like when she was a teenager, Jolene would gladly deal with the consequences later in lieu of a good time now. Especially since Opie had managed to convince his currently child-free wife to join him on the run as well. This would be Donna's first road trip with her old man and BFF since her wedding in Reno.

Jolene was determined to enjoy the weekend, in spite of the potential threat posed by Agent Stahl. The fact that Stahl was still in Charming weeks after their verbal showdown told Jolene that the information she had against the Fed had not been enough to scare her away. She may have backed away from using Jolene against her old man and her family, but her presence indicated that Stahl was just looking for another angle from which to hit the Club. Having come to this realization fairly soon after their confrontation, Jolene was still struggling with the troublesome thought that maybe she should just come clean to Jax. After all, full disclosure worked both ways and, right now, the Club was operating at a disadvantage without the knowledge she had regarding Stahl. Jolene had seen the information Juice had been able to gather for Jax regarding the Fed and it was nowhere near as explosive as the shit she had.

Jolene was suddenly jolted from her thoughts as the entire convoy of bikes and two cargo vans pulled into the lot of the Reno charter Clubhouse.

The Clubhouse was located in Storey County, Nevada, about 25 miles east of Reno. Located on a three-acre parcel of land, the Clubhouse was not merely the meeting place for the Sons of the Reno charter, but it was also their primary seat of business and housed their legal prostitution enterprise.

The brothel, simply known as the Clubhouse among the locals, was half a mile off the highway and five miles away from the town of Virginia City. It was a former ranch that had gone belly up in the early 1990s. Finding out that it was scheduled to go up for auction, the charter's President, Zeus Esparza had approached Clay about expanding the Club's business prospects in Nevada. With prostitution legal in several counties surrounding Reno, Clay approved Zeus's business plan. But since most locals had voiced concerns over letting the MC own land in their county, the Reno charter was forced to use a dummy corporation set up by Rosen to buy the entire property, which they ended up getting dirt cheap. Zeus and his VP Gizmo Hobbs took their plans for expansion and ran with them, making the Clubhouse the first stop for high quality pussy when heading to Reno. Clay's gamble on the relatively young Prez had paid off and the Reno charter's prostitution business tripled its—as well as SAMCRO's—earnings in the first year of operation alone.

To make the property more attractive, Zeus had a local construction outfit give the exteriors of the main building, as well as its outer buildings a facelift. After gutting the two-story main building, its approximately 14,000 square feet were remodeled and redesigned to provide as many bedrooms and private suites as possible, turning it into an ultra modern but cozy mecca to pussy. Taking the Club's earnings, Zeus purchased on behalf of the MC other smaller venues—strip clubs, roadhouse bars, and gambling dens—in and around Reno. Soon, with the expansion and the huge profits rolling in, the Reno charter became to pussy, booze and gambling what SAMCRO became to gun running: the only ones to go for the best merch.

Clay and Jax were the first off their bikes and were greeted with back-slapping hugs by both Zeus and Gizmo.

"Clay!" Zeus said enthusiastically. "It's been a long time since you came this way, my man! When was the last time you were out here? One, two years ago?"

"About two years." Clay nodded, with a grin.

Because of the trouble caused by his own aching mitts, SAMCRO's Prez rarely visited other charters anymore unless there was trouble brewing. However, Reno had become very lucrative to the MC in recent years and Clay's first visit in a long time was purely celebratory. He was determined to enjoy himself as much as possible, in spite of having his daughter bouncing around. As the VP's old lady, Jolene wasn't his responsibility or his headache. As much as he loved his baby girl, Clay knew from experience that Jax was more than enough to keep her occupied and out of his hair.

"Shit, man, as always, it's good seeing you." Zeus slapped Clay on the back again. "You on the other hand," He said, pulling Jax in for a shoulder bump. "I'm surprised to see. I guess the honeymoon is over, huh, bro?"

Jax smiled sheepishly. "Never, Zeus. I brought my diamond with me."

Zeus and Gizmo both took a simultaneous step back and looked over Jax's shoulder at the lovely young woman sitting on his bike who, after 4-plus hours wearing a helmet, was in the process of shaking her ebony curls back to life. Zeus let out a long, low whistle. The young woman, wearing a pair of sunglasses, a low-cut sexy red tank top, and tight jeans that clung to every curve, looked better than ever.

Zeus shook his head and laughed. "Shit, bro, you have no idea how many hearts you are breakin' tonight."

Although he was sure that the din of the party that had spontaneously broken out upon their arrival didn't allow for voices to carry, Jax was glad that Jolene was out of earshot. She had already heard enough of his rock-bottom days while she had been gone to last a lifetime. Jax was sure the last thing she wanted was a reminder of those times because he sure as hell didn't. He was here to make new memories with his old lady, not relive the painful past.

Clay nodded as he chomped on his cigar. "Yep, there'll be no Reno pussy for him this trip." And, knowing my baby girl, that fare is permanently off the menu.

Looking at SAMCRO's VP, Zeus had never seen the young man look happier. He remembered the first time he had met Jolene at the epic fight night in Indian Hills so many years ago. How could he forget? Jax had knocked him on his ass with one body shot to the solar plexus. If Jolene had been beautiful then, she was absolutely gorgeous now, even better looking than when Zeus last saw her at her wedding.

Zeus recalled the many drunken conversations he had with Jax over the years after his old lady had left Charming and had disappeared off the grid. He had seen bigger, stronger men lose it over pussy, but all Jolene had left behind was a husk, a shell of the man Jax Teller used to be. Zeus had very little faith that the young man would ever overcome his loss, which made sense because Jax must have been some kind of crazy to let the SAMCRO Princess go, only to end up married to the skank croweater that had worked at one of the Reno charter's strip joints. He was glad that Jax was done exorcising his demons with the endless buffet of cheap women and booze he had feasted on during his trips to Reno. It was obvious that he was a different man now that he was back with his old lady and Zeus was glad for him.

Jolene, who had jumped off the bike and was now leaning against it with her arms crossed, waited, watching as one by one the members of SAMCRO were swallowed up by scantily clad women. The ratio of women to men was totally out of whack, with not one of the women carrying themselves like an old lady would. Jolene mentally slapped her forehead as she realized she'd been dropped smack dab in the middle of Hooker World, an alternate dimension that differed very little from regular club life, except for the scarcity of old ladies.

Donna, Jolene observed with a smile, was firmly pressed up against her man and eyeing the current invasion of women with cold dead eyes. Judging by their reaction, it was obvious that they were receiving Donna's unvoiced death threats loud and clear.

Yep, I think my padawan's got that shit covered.

Sensing a lull in the conversation among the Club's hierarchy, three nearly naked ho-bags approached Jax. Jolene's back stiffened as she watched all three getting too familiar with their hands all over her old man. Barely taking a moment to glance at any of them, Jax brushed them off. Smiling as he made eye contact with Jolene, he beckoned her over, the three bimbos already a forgotten nuisance as far as he was concerned. Jolene pushed herself away from Jax's bike and walked over to him, and Jax, barely excusing himself to his brothers, met her half way. Pulling her into his side, his arm around her shoulders, Jax lifted her chin with his fingers until her lips were within kissing distance from his. Kissing her softly at first, Jax nipped her bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and kissing her again, his tongue whipping her into a frenzy.

"It's been almost six hours since I last tasted you." Jax informed her, his voice gravelly and sexy. Judging by the look he was giving her, by "taste" he didn't mean kiss either.

Grinning at all the smut-filled promises in his eyes, Jolene grabbed his hand. Biting his lip, Jax watched as she first kissed and then slowly sucked on his middle finger, moving it in and out of her mouth. Finally pulling it out with a pop, Jolene batted her eyelashes at him.

"So when do I get my turn with SAMCRO's VP?"

Snapping out of the trance that watching her wrap her pink lips around his finger had lulled him into, Jax smiled as he ran his free hand over the hair on his chin. "I might be able to squeeze some time out for you before Church." He offered.

"Do it then," Jolene dared. "Cuz you have no idea what four hours on the back of a rumbling Harley, with you between my legs, has done to me."

Jax flashed her a wolfish grin as he pulled her towards him. Shit, she always did have a way with words.

"On second thought, maybe we should wait, darlin'." He teased. "Let you get all worked up, thinking about all the bad things I'm gonna do to you later. How about that?"

"It would piss me off if I believed for a damned second that you would, you fuckin' tease!" Jolene smiled, her hand slowly making its way down to the bulge in his pants, barely concealed by his t- shirt and cut. Not caring who or if anyone was watching, she rubbed him, the friction causing Jax to smile as he grew hard. "See, you're just as horny as I am, so either we do this now, or, with no relief, you're gonna be in a whole lotta pain later. You're not willing to risk a severe case of blue balls later just so that you can get your jollies torturing me now, am I right?"

"You know me so well, darlin'." Jax laughed as he barely stopped her from reaching into his pants. "You need to stop that." He warned good-naturedly as he leaned in to kiss her.

"Ah shit! You're gonna make me beg, aren't you?" Jolene moaned.

"The thought did occur," He smiled as he did a quick scan of his otherwise occupied brothers. "But no. Follow me, baby." Jax grabbed her hand and led her to the Clubhouse.

"Praise the Lord 'cause you men can sure natter on and on and God's knows how long Church'll be tonight." Jolene was practically running to keep up. "I thought I was gonna have to find someone willing to finish what you started." She teased, looking up at Jax with big, innocent eyes when he stopped abruptly and turned to glare at her.

"Take that back." He demanded, doing a piss poor job of coming across as the least bit threatening as he fought to suppress a smile.

"Make me." Jolene sassed him back, her hand on her hip.

Jax was shaking his head apologetically. "I'm sorry, darlin', but you know me. I can never pass up on a challenge." He said and, without warning and as Jolene screeched, Jax bent over and swooped her up.

"Looks like we'll have to postpone Church tonight, huh?" Zeus laughed as he watched Jax practically run into the Clubhouse with his old lady hoisted over his shoulder.

"Nah," Clay said as he shook his head, his unlit cigar hanging from his mouth. "It's early still and they'll come up for air eventually. We'll catch him then."

Jolene rolled from her side onto her back and reached for her pre-pay that was sitting on the night table next to the bed. Blearily blinking at the readout, she was shocked to discover that she had slept four straight hours.

After their own little "Welcome to Reno" party on the massive bed, Jax had left for Church and Jolene snuggled down to catch up on some sleep, but she hadn't expected to be out for so long.

Jolene slowly rolled up into a sitting position and finally took a good look at their room.

Pretty fancy digs for a brothel.

The room that had been set aside for use by the SAMCRO VP and his old lady was obviously one of the top of line rooms for the Reno charter's paying customers. Decorated in black and burgundy, the room screamed bordello. It didn't hurt that the room was outfitted with a huge king-sized poster bed that was draped with deep wine curtains. Although Early American Wild West Whorehouse was not her favorite design motif, Jolene had to admit, the mirrored ceiling had been a really nice touch to the newlyweds' sexy afternoon.

"Jax really enjoyed the hell out of that mirror." She snickered to herself as she realized that that could explain why she was so sore after virtually passing out from sheer exhaustion.

Tossing aside the heavy comforter, Jolene got up and ran naked into the similarly decked out bathroom for a quick shower. Pulling out some clean clothes from one of the saddle bags that Jax must have dropped off after she fell asleep, Jolene got dressed and did her hair and make up. She was standing at the mirrored dresser putting on a pair of dangly silver earrings when the door opened to reveal her old man.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Jax smiled, his eyes appreciatively running up and down the length of her body. She was wearing a black fitted halter top and low rise black leather pants, the combination leaving her flat belly and crow tat exposed. "You recovered yet?"

Walking over to Jax, she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Oh yeah. After my old man worked me out good and proper, I slept like a baby."

"I know. I came back after Church, but you looked so peaceful I thought I should let you sleep a while longer." Jax paused, his eyes raking over her face. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you, baby." Jolene smiled and dropped a peck on his lips. In spite of the amount of skin she was showing, Jolene was convinced that, considering how the Reno charter earned, she was bound to be overdressed tonight.

Jax nodded his head towards the door, which had not closed all the way behind him, letting in raucous party noises. "The party's heating up. I thought we could show our faces for a bit, then come back here and wrap up our own little party."

"Sounds like a plan, Stan." Jolene grinned as she headed for the door. "Let's make it quick."

"Not so fast." Jax gently grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "You're missing something."

Jolene cocked her head and then looked down at herself. "I think I look fine. What's missing?" Damn it! He's probably gonna say half my outfit.

"You look fantastic, darlin', but you're missing an important accessory." He smiled at the look on her face.

"Huh?" Jolene asked perplexed, wondering when her tough outlaw hubby had gone all "Queer Eye For the Straight Guy."

Jax sauntered over to his saddle bag and bent over to pull something out. Turning to face her, Jolene's jaw dropped. He was holding her "Property of" back patch.

"Oh my God. You kept it?" Jolene said reverently as she walked towards him.

"Of course I kept it, darlin'. I couldn't get rid of it. It would have been like admitting that we were really through, and I couldn't do that and go on living." He said softly.

That was the first time he had ever said that out loud. He thought about it everyday for four years, but not even his brothers knew how close he'd come to riding his bike off a mountain.

When Jolene left Charming, she not only left behind her engagement ring, but her Property of Jax Teller vest as well. It was the first thing Jax had seen when he came home after Jolene's goodbye at the Clubhouse. She had left it lying on their bed.

In anger, Jax had picked it up and threw it against the wall as he cursed himself. After the reality that she was gone had set in, Jax spent every free moment he had sitting in that darkened bedroom, getting high and drunk until he passed out. Even he could see that one day someone was going to stumble upon his body among his old lady's things. Eventually, Jax hung her back patch in the closet and padlocked the room shut with the rest of Jolene's belongings.

After he had kicked Wendy out and before the cleaning crew came, Gemma had helped Jax pack up the contents of his first home with Jolene before moving into their new house. Jolene had been adamant about not wanting any of her old belongings, insisting that anything worth saving be donated to charity, but Jax held on to the vest, waiting for the right time to give it back to her.

"Do you want to wear it?"

Jolene had to bite back her tears, the thought that he had kept the patch for the same reason she had kept her crow tat overwhelming her. Eyes shining with unshed tears, Jolene nodded.

Jax held it open for her and zipped it up. "There. Now my old lady's perfect."

The Main Room of the Reno Clubhouse was huge. In fact, it was three times bigger than the mother charter's Main room. It was also a hell of a lot more gaudy, keeping in line with the garish Reno night life and the charter's line of business.

Outfitted with several elevated dance platforms with stripper poles, women of all shapes, sizes and colors competed against other women who were dancing in cages throughout the Club for the attention of—and the hard cash being thrown at them by—Club members and patrons alike. Two large bars occupied opposite sides of the Main Room and were being worked by professional bartenders unaffiliated with the Club who knew how to serve up drinks and get the crowd going. Brisk sales at the bar were helped along by the highly-paid hookers who mingled with patrons when not working in one of the many bedroom suites. There was also a small gambling den filled with slot machines, but which was now hosting a high stakes poker game between SAMCRO and their Reno brethren.

Everyone was having a good time, especially the Charming Sons, who had turned having a good time into a vocation and were partying hearty. That is, all of them except for Jax and Opie, who, when not otherwise occupied, were busy pawing their wives.

With Jolene by his side, Jax made the rounds to properly show off his old lady. While his brothers knew who she was by name or face, the majority of patrons were outsiders, clueless to the intricacies of MC life. Because of those drunk and pervy bastards, Jax took the time to draw attention to the fact that Jolene was his exclusive property and not some Club hang-around or working girl. He would make the introduction only once. Those with short-term memory loss or otherwise unable to read her back patch ran the risk of picking their teeth up off the floor should they step out of line with his old lady.

Giving her man one last long and sloppy kiss before Zeus and Gizmo pulled his ass away and into a conversation, Jolene, finally set free, went in search of her BFF, who she was sure was still pretty much stuck to Opie like glue. Before Jolene knew what hit her, Donna was running towards her and wrapping her arms around her in a big hug.

"Okay, I know I told you that the whole property patch thing was a little too much macho nonsense for me, but I think I'm ready to demand that Opie get me one." She exclaimed. "Did you know we are spending the weekend in a BROTHEL?" Donna was incredulous.

Jolene laughed. She loved Sasquatch, but he could certainly stand to learn a few things from her old man regarding full disclosure. "Ope, I'm gonna kill ya." She muttered under her breath.

"What?" Donna asked, not hearing her friend over the loud music and catcalls directed at the dancers not 100 feet from where they stood.

"I said, stick with me and you'll be fine." Jolene lied. "Let's go get a beer and find a quiet corner to talk."

"Good, maybe then you can finally fill me in on the missing deets regarding your time in the pokey." Donna waved at her husband, who seeing that she was in Jolene's company, waved her off.

"Who says 'pokey' anymore?" Jolene teased as they headed towards the bar.

The two women tried in vain to find a quiet corner, but they were surrounded by crazy, amped up Friday night madness in the Clubhouse. Finally deciding to drag Donna back to her room, Jolene grabbed a bottle of Patron from one of the bartenders, along with some glasses and a couple of beers, and left the Main Room.

Walking into her best friend's bedroom and seeing the disheveled bed, Donna snorted. "I guess I know why you two were M.I.A. for most of the day."

Jolene smirked as she collapsed on the unmade bed. "Hey, just putting a little something on him so he remembers how to act in this pussy factory."

Sitting next to Jolene on the bed, Donna dove right in. "Well, girl, give me the 4-1-1. I've been working so much overtime with Oswald to lock down that new deal he had cooking in Stockton, we haven't had much time to touch base and men are never as good in relating all the drama."

Jolene told Donna as much as she had told Jax and his brothers. Whistling under her breath, Donna asked. "Shit, Jo. How did your Principal take having you dragged out of the school by Feds? Opie said you won't be working this Summer. Does that mean you're out of a job?"

"Nah, I decided to take the Summer off." Jolene explained, patting Donna's hand. She was lucky to have friends and family who cared so much about her well-being. "Besides, Petersen more or less knew what he was bargaining for when he hired me. Everyone knows about my connection to SAMCRO. I guess my only saving grace was that the bitch didn't slap the cuffs on me until after we walked out of the school. Petersen was definitely more understanding than I thought he would be, although I'm up Shit's Creek if Stahl pulls another stunt like that again, but hopefully, she'll be gone by September."

"Picking you up at work. Holding you overnight. Sounds like that ATF skank really has it out for you." Donna commiserated, shaking her head.

"She can try, but I can handle my mud and since she doesn't have shit on me, I think I'm safe."

I hope.

"I don't know, Jo. I wouldn't write her off as completely harmless, if I were you."

Seeing the concerned expression on her BFF's face, Jolene's eyes narrowed to little slits. "Is there something I don't know that you're not telling me?"

"No, it's nothing like that. It's just after hearing how the nut job went off the rails and destroyed the interrogation room, she just has me a little worried, that's all." Donna explained. Seeing Jolene's shocked face, Donna winced. "Aw, shit! You didn't know about that, did you? Ope's gonna kill me."

"D, you have to explain to me what the hell you're talking about." Jolene demanded. Reluctantly, Donna repeated her conversation with Opie, who had heard about the incident along with Jax and the rest of the Club as related by Chief Unser.

Miserably, Donna stared at her sister from another mister as she saw Jolene's face darken with anger. "Look, don't have a cow, okay? Maybe Jax didn't think it was important enough to bother you about it."

"That ATF bitch goes bat shit crazy after interrogating me for eighteen hours, destroying an entire room during the process, and that's not significant?" Jolene retorted.

"Well, girl, she was dealing with you. Actually, when you think about it, her reaction sounds pretty reasonable to me." Donna replied, hoping to bring a little humor to the situation. Only Jolene wasn't laughing.

After reading the numerous reports regarding Stahl's true past, Jolene was pretty sure that she was dealing with a seriously unbalanced sociopath. But it was one thing to read about such rage-induced behavior and another thing entirely to know that it was directed at you.

Suddenly, hit with all of the possible ramifications as she realized that Stahl might be a little too much for her to deal with, Jolene sighed as she reached for the bottle of Patron.

"I need a drink." She moaned, pouring a shot each for her and Donna.

And wait 'til I get a hold of Jackson! He better have a pretty damn good excuse for not telling me about Stahl's hissy fit, Jolene thought as she was about to down her shot.

However, as the shot glass got closer to her mouth and nose, Jolene started to feel queasy as her stomach started to roil around in mutiny. Donna's eyes narrowed as she saw her best friend suddenly turn green and then ghost-white.

"Jo, what's wrong?" She asked, alarmed.

Suddenly, Jolene dropped the shot glass on the night table and flew to the bathroom, with Donna hot on her heels. Barely making it to the toilet, Jolene collapsed next to it and proceeded to bring up the contents of her stomach, while Donna did her best to hold her hair away from her face and out of the way of the spray.

Finally, Jolene's stomach shuddered for the last time and lay still.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Donna asked, unnerved.

"I haven't a freakin' clue." Jolene said weakly, wiping her suddenly sweaty brow with the back of her hand.

Donna shook her head and stooped down to help up her ailing friend. Although petite, she was quite strong and quickly managed to get Jolene off the bathroom floor and settled into bed with several pillows propping her up.

"Damn, D, it's a good thing you were here." Jolene said, almost out of breath. "I can't believe how weak I feel right now. I don't think I could have made it to the bed all by myself."

Donna sat next to her friend and wiped her face with a damp cloth, eyeing her thoughtfully. "Tell me, how have your eating habits been lately?" She inquired.

Jolene shrugged her shoulders. "I guess they've been a little off."

"Define 'off', my dear."

"Well, I've been eating everything and the kitchen sink lately."

"Girl, you know you've always had a pretty outstanding appetite." Donna teased.

"Yeah, but I've been doing a whole lot of snacking, in between meals and during work. That's not my usual thing." Jolene countered.

"Uh huh." Donna put down the washcloth on the nightstand table. "Jo, I've known you forever and I've never seen tequila make you throw up before you drank it." She snarked.

The color seemed to be coming back in Jolene's face. Waving her hand, she dismissed her bout of nausea. "Look, life's been pretty hectic since Jax got out—the wedding, the house, work. I've been exhausted lately, so it's probably just my nervous system that's out of whack, that's all."

"Girl, I never had you pegged as naïve." Donna smiled.

"I'm dying and you're smiling." Jolene kidded.

"You're not dying, Jo, but let me ask you this and don't flip out on me, all right?"

Jolene nodded.

"When was your last period?"

"My last period?" Jolene asked exasperated. "Oh please, D. I am so not pregnant. Why I just had it—"

Donna's smile broadened. "Had it when?"

"I, uh, I had it—" Jolene's mind raced trying to search for the information, but her brain was having a difficult time making the connection. Jolene suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth, her wide green eyes barely focusing on a gleeful Donna. "Holy shit! That's not possible! He couldn't have knocked me up already!"

Shortly before they married, Jax had convinced Jolene to stop using birth control. It had been a big decision simply because Jolene had just started working again, but with Abel growing up so quickly, her old man wanted him to have some siblings sooner rather than later, so she had agreed. It just never occurred to her that he could possibly get it done so damn soon!

Pulling her hand away from her mouth, Jolene gasped, "It's been six weeks!"

"Aww shit!" Donna screamed and wrapped her arms around a stunned Jolene. "Girl, its official! You are one knocked up bitch!"