A/N 11/5/2018: Alrighty guys, If you haven't seen the revision of part one, go back and read it now. I realized I made a continuity error and fixed it. Sorry about that guys. I know it's a pain. And I know the chapters are rather short lately. Hopefully I can fix that in the future, with the amount of shit that happens at the end of this season. Fingers crossed. Love you guys! ~Angel

Hale pulled into the Teller-Morrow lot and walked into the office to see Clay. This was one of the only ways he could think of to save his town. Of the two evils, he'd rather go with the one he knew than one that was obviously more connected.

"Zobelle was more connected than anyone thought," Hale said pacing behind Clay, seated at his usual spot at the head of the redwood table.

"How so?" Clay asked.

"For the last three years, he's been a registered CI for the FBI. Giving them the scoop on local outlaws and the higher ups on the AB food chain. I have to admit, though I'm loathed to do so, dealing with you is infinitely better than dealing with him. Crime has almost disappeared since he's gone missing. We still have two or three small issues to deal with but nothing that can't be cleared up by the end of the day if you want to earn some good will back with the people of Charming," Hale said.

"And what did Zobelle do to push you in our direction?"

"He was backing my brother for mayor. He wanted me on his team when I became chief."

"And you weren't on board with your family for a bright new day?" Clay mocked.

"I know the greater devil when I see it, Clay. He was the one flooding the town with Darby's crank and pussy. Found the last of the cheap rent-a-pussy stop and a cookery. You have till the end of the day to be heroes," Hale said, handing Clay a slip of paper with the locations.

"You had to swallow a lot to hand this over."

"It's not about humility. With your people running legitimate businesses. Keeping your noses clean, even if you are dealing guns on the down low. You keep them out of Charming...out of my district. Keep this town straight- we'll adopt a don't ask don't tell policy. But if something is blatant, I will take you down. Legally."

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Opie opened the back of the van to see Jax sitting back there. "Where's Happy?" he asked.

"Gave him the night off. We don't run together so much anymore. Need to catch up."

"Clay's cool with it. Asked him when I got back," Bobby said.

"Well, all right then," Opie said, climbing in with Jax. "What's new?"

Jax laughed. "Right to the point then. You remember when you said Donna wanted another kid?" Opie nodded. "Angel and I are trying too. Want to give Abel a playmate."

"You're shitting me?" Opie said. Jax shook his head. "Damn brother, I just managed to wrap my head around Donna's want, and now you just go and decide it with Angela. You always were a quick worker."

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. But if you saw the way Angela looked at Abel-"

"I do. Donna looks at Kenny and Ellie the same way. Every day," Opie said with a small smile. "Congratulations brother."

"Y'all keep popping out kids, it's gonna push us out of the club that much faster," Bobby said with a twinkle in his eye as he looked at the two in the back.

"You didn't want the club to die with us, now did you?" Jax asked.

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Happy and Sac were running along the Motel entrances, taking position at the doors.

"Come on, come on," urged Half-Sac.

"You get that door right there," Happy said softly to his fellow nomad at another door. He then kicked in the door he and Sac were in front of and entered, only to see a rounded ass pointed at them as the whore gave her John head.

"Oh, too much brown sugar," Half-Sac laughed.

Happy swatted her ass, "Back up the hams, baby," he said as Sac pulled her customer up and out of the room. They followed the line of Johns and Hookers to rough up as Clay sat, smoking his Cigar with a smile of fun and satisfaction on his face.

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A satisfaction that only grew as he and his men pulled up to the scrap metal heap where they saw a mobile home parked. They all readied their guns as one of Darby's crew, Izzy ironically enough, came out. He tried to run, but Sac was faster. Punched his lights nearly out, and hauled him back as Darby exited the trailer to see what the noise was about. His face covered in a mask.

Clay pointed his gun at him. "You white boys never learn," he said.

"You and PD keep whacking the mole, we keep popping up some place else," Darby said.

"Whacking days are done. Zobelle sold you out. No more money. No more Aryan muscle. I smell the stink of your crank or your pussy anywhere near Charming, I'll put three bullets in your neck- compliments of Charming PD," he said with a smile. "Light it up."

"Happy lit a Molotov cocktail and went towards the camper. Darby and his men scattered, well aware of what happened when those fumes caught. Happy threw it in and the camper blew instantly. Everyone looked back to see the meth lab in flames.

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Opie, Jax, and Bobby were waiting outside of the judge's house, waiting for him to exit. Opie had moved to the front seat so he could get a better look see at when he would be exiting him home. Jax and Opie jumped out of the van, hidden by bushes and lowered their masks. Tig had joined them earlier, and was with them as well.

"You two take him down. I'll cover the yard," Jax said. Nodding in agreement, they jumped at the judge just as he was getting out of his car, covering his mouth and dragging him into the house. They tied him to a chair and gagged him with a bandanna.

They then waited a bit. Just to get their game faces on. They were, after all, going to threaten a kid's life. That shit was heavy no matter which way you sliced it. Then, Bobby lowered the gag.

"Take what you want. Get the hell out," the judge demanded calmly. Too calmly. "There's no money. Just what's in the wallet."

"We're not here to rob you," Opie said from behind his mask. "We need your help with a problem."

"What problem?" Just then the door opened and a young man stepped in. College aged. Jax hastily lowered his mask again, having raised it since he'd been behind the judge, and Tig pulled his gun.

"I got it," he said. "Easy. Easy, junior." Tig grabbed the young man, who dropped his bags and raised his hands.

"Oh, shit!" he shouted.

"Get in there," Bobby demanded.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay," the kid repeated. The judge looked at his son in disgust.

"You son of a bitch. Is this you Alex? Are you the problem? What, he owe you drug money?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alex asked. Sure, he had a drug problem in his younger teen years, but he'd been clean for months.

"You low-life junkie, piece of shit. Your mother would be digusted!" The judge spat. The kid, not liking the things his father was saying about his mother, found a more creative outlet this time, rather than drugs. He took the opportunity of his father's bound state, a socked him one right in the jaw.

The Sons all yelled at Tig floored Alex, restraining him.

"Damn," Opie said, knowing there was no love lost between father and son, and hence, no leverage. A thought that was picked up by Jax.

"Jesus Christ. So much for our emotional leverage." He looked over at the judge, who merely spat on the ground, his mouth covered in blood.

They seriously needed to rethink how they were going to go about this. Nothing had been going to plan with the exception of apprehending them. They had been arguing the last half an hour about what to do. Tig wanted to threaten the kid still, absolutely certain that no father would stand by and watch their child be tortured. Bobby and Jax wanted to go another way. Find some other form of leverage. Opie wasn't sure what to do. He was mostly just trying to keep the piece.

He sighed. "Look, no matter how pissed off he is, junkie or not, he wouldn't just let us hurt his kid. I say we try what we came for. If it doesn't work, we find another way. Agreed? We won't do anything permanent to the kid, but we may have to force his hand a bit, and with how pissed he is, it may take some blood. Are you cool with that?" he asked.

Jax and Bobby looked at Tig and nodded. It was solid enough reasoning. They all lowered their masks again and went to speak to their captives.

"Mahmoud Sakairi. He's got a deportation hearing tomorrow morning. It's a simple misunderstanding. Dismiss it, everyone walks away from this whole," Opie said reasonably.

"This is about throwing out a case?" the judge asked. There was no answer, but he didn't need one. "23 years on the bench, I've never been swayed by anyone or anything. I'm not gonna start now," he said obstinately.

"Let me be clear," Opie said, getting frustrated. "You throw out the case, or I'll cut your family in half!" He held the gun to the kids head.

"No you won't," the judge said, calling his bluff. Opie hit Alex with the butt of his gun.

"I'll beat him. We'll break off his fingers, and then we'll kill him," Opie tried again. He pulled Alex's head back again. The gag coming loose.

"Jesus Christ!" Alex said to his father. "Just give him what he wants. Dad, they're gonna kill me."

"He is not going to kill you," the judge told his son firmly. Opie looked at Jax, letting him know what he was planning, and then shot Alex in the foot. Alex began to scream. Opie turned Alex's chair around.

"The toe stung," Opie said, then pointed his gun at the young man's knee. "The knee, is going to make him want to kill himself."

"If you're gonna kill him, just do it. I'm not going to give you what you want. So torturing him is just a waste of time. You might as well shoot him."

Opie was stunned. He looked at the judge in confusion. "You really don't give a shit about your own flesh and blood? The child you made with your wife?" The judge didn't answer. Opie looked at Jax.

"And we're called cold blooded," he said, then turned to Bobby. "We do it your way. Search the house. Look for something. Anything that'll help."

Bobby went up the stairs, to look as Tig went to sit by the door. He was confused. There would have been a time, Opie never would have considered even harming a kid like Alex, never mind shooting him. Had Donna and Izzy's shooting hit him more than anyone thought? He himself had only started to forgive himself, and that was only because he now knew that the girls themselves don't hold a grudge against him. Not the deadly kind anyway.

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"I have something for you," Bella said to Chibs as she lay with him in his hospital bed.

"Aye? What would that be?" Chibs asked. Bella took out her ipod, where she had transferred the disc of her child's heartbeat to, and handed one of the ear buds to Chibs. He put it in and Bella hit play. The mechanical sounding heartbeat played and Chibs froze.

"You missed finding the sex, so I had them print a picture," she said, handing him the little photograph of the ultrasound, "and make copies of his heartbeat."

Chibs managed to unfreeze himself, a hand going to her slightly rounded tummy, where Callum was growing. A tear fell from his left eye as he listened to his son's strong heartbeat. "'Tis the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, lass," he said in a quaking voice. Bella sat up and looked at him. Chibs had a goofy grin on his face as he listened, his eyes closed, as if he were listening to a great symphony.

Bella, loving how serious this man was taking their child. Loving how caring he was, as well as protective, well, she couldn't help but to lean down as his eyes were still closed, and place a soft yet loving kiss on his lips. His mustache and beard scratching a bit, since he wasn't able to really take care of it from a hospital bed. Chibs kissed back, his free hand, the one not covering their child, brought her closer as he deepened the kiss, turning it passionate.

"You're still healing Mr. Telford," Bella said between kisses and breaths. "You can't get too excited."

"Aye. But no one said you couldn't," Chibs said with a mischievous glint in his eye and a boyish grin. The ear bud popped out of their ears as their head tilted to kiss. Bella's ipod lay forgotten on the bed. Chibs unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hands in, running his fingers through her wet folds. "It's been nearly two weeks. Two long weeks since I've seen your beautiful face rapt with pleasure. That's too fuckin' long, mo ghràdh."

Bella whimpered, and kissed Chibs' neck, the scars on his cheek. Anywhere she could reach while he was talking. Her hips started to move in tandem with his fingers, as they found her sensitive little clit. Her breathing coming in pants as he stoked the fires within her. But then, the intimate atmosphere was broken by the sound of a cell. It wasn't Bella's, hers was currently in her back pocket. She would have felt it vibrate with the ring. Which meant it was Chibs'. They kept it charged, just in case. Thing was, anyone who knew he was here, knew to contact her instead. And that's what caused both of them to freeze.

"Who?-" Chibs asked. But Bella simply climbed off the bed, moaning at the loss of his delicious fingers on her heated sex, and went to answer his phone.

"Aye?" she asked, a smirk on her lips as she answered how Chibs would.

"May I speak to Filip, please?" came a familiar and unwelcome Irish lilt. Bella's countenance immediately darkened. She shook her head before answering verbally.

"No. Mr. Telford is currently indisposed. May I ask who's calling?" Bella said, a bit more bite in her tone.

"Fiona. His wife," Fiona said, a bit smug. Bella thought that if Fiona had said that, she was hoping she would send any potential booty call running for the hills if she knew he was married. Bella growled audibly. She ran her hands through her hair and looked towards the door...that's when she got an idea.

Her smirk back in place, Bella went to lock his door and draw the blinds, making it impossible for anyone to see into his room. "His wife?" Bella asked in mock surprise. "I didn't even know Mr. Telford was married."

"Aye. These past 18 or so years," Fiona said. Bella went back to Chibs' bed, where she guided his hand back to her clit. Bella barely withheld a moan as he once again began circling, but she did gasp. "Who are you?" Fiona asked rudely. Bella looked down at Chibs, holding a finger to her lips, indicating he shouldn't interrupt.

"I'm his secretary," Bella beamed into the phone. Chibs' thumb pressed a bit more firmly, and slid a finger into her, making her lean forward to better position herself. It was a bit hard, what with the baby bump, but still doable. And as Chibs worked his magic, Bella really couldn't hold back the moan this time. A moan that went straight from the deepest parts of Bella, out, and straight to the phone.

"You sound more like a whore," Bella was able to hear.

"Aye," Bella said breathlessly. "Tends to happen when I'm being finger fucked. After all, only the most successful bosses fuck their secretaries."

Chibs, hearing the conversation, shot the phone a deadly look, before the smirk returned and he twisted his fingers inside Bella, causing her to cry out again. "You've lost him, Fiona Larkin. Attempt to contact him again, you will have Liam McCreery on your ass...Jesus Fuck! Chibs!" Bella called out, her breathing once again short and panting. Chibs' free hand went to her breasts, now full of milk for their child, and gently tweaked her nipple, making Bella whimper once again.

"The least you could do is give me your attention when you're trying to talk to me," Fiona snapped from the phone.

"And why should I do that when my attention is focused on something far more- oh! far more interesting," Bella said.

"I'm his wife!" Fiona screeched.

"Ex-wife, Fiona," Chibs said thickly, his attention focused on his pregnant, wonton little bride to be moaning and writhing against his hand. Though she didn't know it yet. "Heed her warnin', or Liam will be the least of your problems. I'll find ye myself. Come near me, or the young woman I'm currently pleasuring, heads will roll."

"And how the hell am I supposed to know who your fucking right now. Rather irresponsible of her to fuck you while you're still recovering."

"That's something for you to figure out. As for fucking her, as you said, I cannot take my pleasure now. Doesn't mean I can't give it to her," Chibs said.

Bella's moans became more frequent as her climax neared. Her free hand, not holding the phone, ran the length of his chest, fisting his hospital gown. "Filip," she breathed, looking, pleading into his eyes.

"Aye," he said, twisting and beckoning his fingers insider her yet again. Bella threw her head back, a soft strangled cry left her as her hot little walls clenched around his digits. Her essence soaking his hand. She collapsed, gently if possible, on top of him. His hand leaving her with a small keen of loss from her, and went to brush her hair back from her sweaty face, his other hand taking the phone.

"You're the idiot who let this man go. This loving, beautiful, perfect man," Bella said as her breathing leveled out.

"I'm happy now, Fi. Live with it."

"Never," came the angry snap.

"You're the one who stayed on the phone knowing what we were doing. What's the matter, Fiona? Jimmy not putting out?"

There was a screech of anger before the line went dead. "You married that?!" Bella said, looking up at him and raising an eyebrow. Chibs shrugged.

"Either that or loose my life. Her parents were dangerous people, lass."

"More than me?"

Chibs laughed. "Not a chance, lovey," he said, kissing her forehead.

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Weston's guys entered Cara Cara studios and started trashing everything. Splashing gasoline on every surface and breaking video equipment. The noise woke Chucky, who tried to call the Sons from the office he was sleeping in, but the lines were cut. No signal in or out.

He heard a scuffle, one of the men being beaten and left for dead. Possibly the scape goat. Chuck knew he had to get the man out of there or the Sons would have more of a problem with a body found in their porn studio. As the man he heard one of the men call Weston set fire to the place, he crawled out of the office and towards the groaning half unconscious Aryan. So much for a decent night's sleep.

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Opie and Jax were on the front porch of the judge's house smoking when Bobby came up to them, pulling his mask up. "We got something," he said lowly. Opie and Jax followed him into the house where they saw the judge begging Tig, who held a stack of what looked like letters and a scarf over a flame.

"No. Please, no! You can't. Please!" he begged.

"Throw out the case," Tig said, holding the letters out to him tauntingly.

"Love letters," Bobby explained. "Found a room upstairs. Goddamn shrine to his dead wife."

Tig pulled out a post card and sniffed it, the judge, seeing the card, looked away in pain. Jax went over and took the stack from Tig, kneeling down in front of the judge, to make eye contact. To make his point.

"You don't throw out the case tomorrow morning, or you tell anyone about us, we trash wifey's room. Burn every memory you have."

Tig handed down the post card he kept back. The judge reached out for it, but Jax swiped it from him before he could. He stared hard at the judge, letting him know the seriousness of the situation.

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Clay came out to greet a tired Tig, Opie, Jax, and Bobby. He had gotten updates through out the night, but now he wanted to know how it ended.

"We made it work," Bobby tells him. "Then we waited at the house for the call. It's done, the judge dismissed the case." Clay looked up to see Jax and Opie all but running to their bikes from the clubhouse. He watched them ride past.

"Where they going?" he asked.

"Home. Unlike you, they didn't spend the night with their old ladies. Bound to get an earful walking in the door," Bobby said.

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Jax walked into the house to see Angela in the shower. He watched but for mere moments as she saw the water make trails from her long, beautiful brown hair down her back, before climbing out of his own clothes. He saw her turn and she smiled at him, quirking a finger, beckoning him into the shower. He smiled lovingly at her as he entered the shower stall.

Angela ran a hand up his chest, gently gliding over the word Abel above his heart. Her lips followed her fingers. Kissing the name before moving to his flat nipple, and nipping it playfully. Jax growled lowly as he pulled her head up by the back, his fingers tangling in her wet hair, and kissed her passionately. Angela climbed him, wrapping her legs around his narrow hips as he entered her, moaning at being with her again. Angela smiled down at him once more, kissing him and pouring her unconditional love into the action. And Jax returned it. With everything in him, he returned it in spades.

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Opie walked in to his home, seeing Donna serving breakfast to Kenny and Ellie. Looked like it was pancakes and bacon this morning. He walked in, and went straight for Donna, framing her face in his massive hands, he kissed her breathless. A kiss that never lost it's meaning or passion in the near decade of their marriage. Through two kids, 5 years in prison, and months of hardship afterwards.

Kenny and Ellie looked at each other, smiling at their parent's antics. Donna pulled back and started humming. Opie's eyes went wide and a large smile broke out on his face as he kissed her again, his heart hammering in anticipation and apprehension. But after two already, this should be a walk in the park! Donna laughing at his antics, kissed him back. Wrapping her arms that finally got out of the cast, about him as he pulled her closer to him. Their family was growing.

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Jax walked out into the kitchen where Angela was working on breakfast with Abel on her hip. He was hanging up the phone when he entered and she looked at him.

"That was Hale," she said. "He just tried you on the cell."

"What?" he asked apprehensively as Abel took a small towel from him.

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Bella, Jasper, Luann, and Jax all pulled up to the burned out wreckage that was once Cara Cara studios. Officers and firefighters still casing the perimeter for hotspots.

"Unbelievable," Bobby said as he, Happy, and Sac.

"Do we know who did this?" Jax asked Hale.

"Not yet, but it definitely looks like it was intentionally set. Burned all night without anyone being the wiser outside. Couple of the girls came in early, saw the smoke from the windows and called it in," he said.

"Jax, you'll find who did this. Luann and I are insured, we'll get our money back," Bella said.

"I know, doll. But whoever did this was sending a message. One received loud and clear. Now we just need to find them, and send one back. Bloody."