A/N 11/17/2018: Hey y'all. So you know that I was NOT happy with the way that this chapter had come out. After much thinking and a lot of writing and re writing, I'm posting this chapter again with an extended ending, and I may end up taking out the fluff at the end between Chibs and Bella. But I want them together at least once more before the big finale with the way I plan things to go about. I'll post another note about the update at the beginning of the next chapter in case this one get's skipped. That way, my bases are covered.

Ule went right from his meeting with Alvarez to a pickup with Jimmy, not knowing that the feds had eyes on the port. Jimmy brought four bags of AKs out himself, setting them down on the dock in front of Ule.

"That's the four dozen AKs," Jimmy said.

"Good," Ule replied.

"Listen, I've hit a bit of a snag," he said, lying to Ule about being persona non grata with the IRA now. "This may be the last shipment for a while."

"What are you talking about?" Ule asked angrily.

"My pipeline's dried up," Jimmy said.

"Zobelle is not going to be happy about this," trying one last time to name drop a man he didn't know to be dead.

"You'll be my first call when I know more," Jimmy again lied. "Sorry, man."

Not one of the participants of that transaction knew that they had eyes on them. Stahl was as giddy as a fed could get when they weren't getting laid on a regular basis.

"Put a tail on O'Phelan. Now that we have him in our sights, I want an iron clad case against him," she ordered.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Opie, too, was waiting at the docks, having followed Stahl around all day for the opportunity to 'talk' with the manipulative cunt that nearly killed 2 members of his family. Not to mention setting him up and making his brothers second guess him. He watched as the agents went separate ways. The bulk of which went into a standard issue black SUV for the government, while Stahl split off to a silver sedan after seeing Jimmy and his new tail leave the docks.

He caught her with her door still open. She was on the phone, returning Hale's call if he heard her right. He pointed his gun right at her, and, though his rage was boiling just beneath the surface, remained composed to anyone who would see them.

"Get out," he said softly. He reached in and took her phone, throwing it to the other side of the chain link fence before she could call for back up from Hale or someone else.

Stahl had her hands up, showing she was unarmed. "Look, I don't know what this is about, Ope, but whatever it is, this is not the way to handle it," she said tremulously.

"Shut up," he bit out. Making sure that her piece wasn't on her, Stahl took the time to look down at the pistol aimed at her chest.

"You gonna kill me?" she asked.

Opie didn't answer, and Stahl lowered her hands. "You found out something about Donna and Izzy," she said, reading his face.

"Don't you fucking dare talk about them!" he yelled at her, aiming the gun higher.

"Okay," Stahl said, holding her hands up again. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to feel. I want you to feel what Chibs and I both felt that night."

"I never thought that you, your family, or Izzy would get hurt, Opie. I underestimated Clay's capacity for vengence..."

"Don't you dare try to pass the blame," Opie said, once again calmly, though his eyes gave him away.

"I'll take my share of the guilt, okay? It comes with the territory-"

"Donna is a beautiful woman. She is a wonderful mother. Izzy for fuck's sake had just gotten out of a bad relationship. She was just starting to be happy with Chibs, finding out she was pregnant. They are innocents in all of this. Those are the women you nearly killed," he finished in a barely audible whisper as he pressed the gun closer to her head.

Stahl began shaking in fear that he really would kill her, but Opie knew that this wasn't the time. In broad daylight on the dock her fellow agents knew she was last. In all likelihood, they had the place wired and video streams up as he was doing this. But he was willing to risk this much. Only this much. Opie pulled the gun away from her and released the clip, holding it up to her as his other hand thumbed the safety on.

"The outlaw had mercy. You remember that the next time you try to twist the truth to kill one of us."

He shoved the clip into her hands and left, not once looking back. Stahl, trying to regain her equilibrium from the fear she had felt moments before, slid into the driver's seat of her car, a sob making it's way out of her.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Gemma had once again found herself outside the church that held the meetings for sexual assault survivors. She was smoking her third cigarette in the last hour, dangerously pushing the limit on her self imposed quota for the day. She turned when she heard a moderately deep voice ask, "Can I bum one of those?"

It was a reverend with the collar and gray shirt to match. "Uh, yeah. Sure," she said, holding out her pack. He took one, and then she lit it for him with her lighter.

"Thanks," he said simply.

"Yeah."

"Francis," he introduced himself.

"Gemma," she replied. "This your parish?"

"Yeah. You here for a meeting?"

"Not sure," she told him honestly.

"Took me three months before I could actually walk through the door," he said. "Heroin. Clean 21 years."

Gemma looked at him, impressed. "Good for you."

"Good for everyone else, too," he smiled playfully as he flicked the ashes off the end of his cig.

"Can I ask you a- a question?" she asked uncertainly.

Francis nods and she continues. "You think- You think God forgives you for doing bad things? I… I mean, like...really...bad shit."

"God forgives absolutely. We're the ones who usually can't," he said, his smile never fading.

"Yeah. I get that," Gemma chuckled.

"Took me a long time to let go of all the wreckage I created. That's why I do what I do. Service to others is the only thing that keeps the self-loathing… to a tolerable level."

"Oh. I'm not sure how much service I am to anyone."

"You're being of service to me," Francis said. "Smoke. Relevant conversation. Highlight of my day. Look for the opportunities, Gemma. God puts them before us all the time."

Gemma smiled as he got up, snuffing his smoke. "I was nice meeting you," he said, turning to her once more.

"Same," she said.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax walked into Opie's dorm to see him washing his hands in his bathroom, his gun on the bed.

"Hey. I've been looking for you," he said in concern.

"I didn't kill her," Opie said, knowing that that's what Jax wanted to know. He took a seat on his bed as Jax sat in a chair.

"Playing it smart. Going by what the girls want. And now that Donna's pregnant too, I refuse to leave her to go through that alone again. The five years I was in Chino was too much."

"She'll get hers, man. We'll make sure of it," Jax promised.

Opie nodded. "At least I got Tig and Clay settled. I'm good with them now."

"So no more coming in to the lot to see you beating the shit out of the others?" Jax asked.

"Not from me, brother. Chibs still has to settle his accounts, though."

"Jesus, that man has a fist like a hammer, too."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Liam was meeting with Clay and Chibs at a small Irish pub in Oakland. "Jimmy got tweaked. Changed alliances at the first hint of the feds. It was him that gave Zobelle the idea for the van explosion. They were in bed that far back," he told the two Sons. "Still has it out for you, laddie."

"Bastard's been trying to off me for near two decades. A little car bomb isn't going to take me any time soon," Chibs hissed.

"Glad to hear it. I called your man in Belfast. Warned him about Jimmy's eventual excommunication, and under no circumstances is he to do business with the man from here on out. The guns Jimmy has is the entirety of the month's stock stateside. He's put a heavy dent in the cash flow and the heads aren't happy. That said, those are the only guns he's got, and will ever get. And he's not smart enough to hold on to them. He'll continue doing business until he runs out. Month and a half to two if he's frugal."

"What about the commitments your people here in the states have made. I don't know about your other contacts, but we need those AKs now," Clay said.

"The IRA know how to do business. There's always on contingency stock. You'll get your guns, and at half the price this month for the headache Jimmy O has caused," Liam promised.

"Sounds good," Clay smiled toothily, holding his hand out, that Liam took. Liam then turned to Chibs.

"You keep treating Bella as you have, keep that smile on her face, and you and I won't have any problems, laddie," he said to the Scot.

Chibs nodded. "I've asked for her hand," he tells the Irishman, who's grin all but splits his face in two.

"I see time has given wisdom. Didn't waste time after Fiona, did you? I'll get in touch with out man, Jenks. Have the papers filed by the end of the week. Just so there's no confusion."

"Appreciate it," Chibs said with a smile.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Everyone was once again sitting around the redwood, Opie thinking on what he wanted to say to the two men he had beat the crap out of.

"This-this club...this club nearly killed my wife. The woman I consider a sister. From now on, my slate with Clay and Tig is clean. But that doesn't mean you're off the hook. Chibs still has his shit with you to deal with. And I don't want anyone in my business. Doesn't help me, my family, or Sam Crow."

"Understood," Clay said. "Anything else?"

Opie nodded. "I was following Stahl. Saw a woman I recognized coming out of her office with paperwork. Dark skin, wild hair, well dressed. Think I saw her with the Irish a few times."

"Fiona?!" Chibs asked in shock. Opie looked at him in confusion for a moment before the connections clicked in his own head.

"Shit, that's why I recognized her. You have her picture in your dorm with your daughter," Opie said lowly.

"There's only one reason Fiona would go to the feds, and that's if Jimmy threatened Kerrianne. The woman would do anything for our daughter. Problem is, now that Stahl has her on the hook, she'll do anything to keep her there, even resorting to using Kerrianne as blackmail," Chibs said in worry. "And if Jimmy finds out that she's turned, he'll kill both to send a message."

"I'll call McGee in Belfast. Have him keep an eye on your girl. We'll make sure to take care of Kerrianne," Clay promised.

"Thank you, brother," Chibs breathed.

"We got another issue. Seems Zobelle's boy, the one he was turning on Weston for, is working with the Mayans. Looked to be a buy or a trade. And we all know Alvarez's only commodity is heroin."

"What would white power want with heroin?" Juice asked.

"I think it was Zobelle's plan all along. It's the missing piece man, think about it. This was never about a race war. The guns were about controlling the H traffic. Feeding the Mayans weapons so White can control the heroin trade."

"How would that have worked?" Bobby asked. "Weston and his boys were hardcore color haters."

"That's why I think he had the new guy. And with Zobelle and Weston gone, he's just in it for the money now."

"That sounds like something we can take advantage of," Clay said, thinking.

"Absolutely," Jax agreed.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Angela, Donna, and Bella were all out on the picnic table waiting for their men to come out to them after their meeting. It was the first time that all three had been together in some time and were catching up on all of the gossip. Angela and Bella squealed in delight when Donna told them she was pregnant.

"Now all we have to do is get Ange knocked up," Bella beamed.

"What is this? Some sort of pregnancy pact?" Angela chuckled wryly.

"No, but I would really like it if our kids could all grow up together. Be like siblings," Bella said with whimsy.

"Your hormones are making you act very strange."

"Get used to it. Happens to every woman when they're pregnant. It's the nesting phase. Bella's gotta be going nuts with nursery planning right about now," Donna mused.

"Planning, yes. But I haven't been able to pin Chibs down long enough to see what room he'd like me to convert. Heaven help me if I accidentally transfigure the room he wants as a man cave into a baby's room."

"He'll just have to get over it," Donna shrugged. "After all, he put half the work into making the kid. You spend 9 months cooking them, so he should have to give up something to help, too."

"Maybe I should. Only have three months at this point."

"With Ellie's nursery, I went through five different colors and eight different cribs in the first week. You better get a move on, girlie."

"Not as bad as Angela. At this rate, her kid'll be the youngest by a whole year in my case," Bella teased.

"This again? You definitely need to focus on the baby's room, Bells," Angela chuckled as the door to the clubhouse opened and Clay came out, followed by the others.

"Be good to 'em, girls. It's been a long day," Clay sighed.

"She's in the office," Bella tells him with a smile as Chibs kissed her temple and ran a hand over her swollen tummy. Clay nodded and continued to walk, but Tig stopped him a few more steps out.

"Clay. She needs to know you still love her," Tig said.

"What are you talking about?" Clay asked.

"Gemma- thing that's causing her the most pain, is thinking you don't want her anymore," Tig said. Clay looked at Tig and then to the office where Gemma was, before looking back to Tig.

"I'll always have your back, brother. I love you," he said, embracing Clay and walking to his bike.

Clay was bemused by his Sergent at Arms' demeanor, but took what he said to heart. He went to the office to see Gemma. She was looking through the filing cabinet, and still looked as beautiful as the day he married her.

"Let's go home," he said.

"Oh, honey. I should catch up. We'll be buried," she said, half apologetically, half as a dodge.

"Fine," Clay said, closing the door hard before going to the desk and shoving everything on it to the floor.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" Gemma asked. Clay lifted her onto the desk before he looked hard into her eyes, conveying the seriousness and truth of his next words.

"I want my wife," he growls lowly at her. Gemma's gaze softened and she kissed him. Hard and with a passion they had been missing the months since her rape. Clay leaned her farther back and the hand supporting her slipped on more papers. She broke the kiss and shoved the rest of the papers onto the floor before leaning farther back and letting Clay claim her mouth once more, as they connected once more.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Bella and Chibs were once again at home after bidding goodbye to their family. Bella promising Donna and Angela that they would spend more time together. But for now, both Bella and Chibs were laying in their bed, Bella curled up to his side and clinging like a barnacle.

"I need a room to make into a nursery," Bella said.

"Choose any one you want, mo ghràdh," he whispered.

"You don't have plans for the others?" she asked.

"Nay. Not here often enough, besides when I'm with you, to use the ones beside the kitchen, bedroom, living room, and bathroom. Not even sure by this point I know how many rooms I have," he jokes. Bella chuckles.

"All right. May use the one at the end of the hall. Gives us our privacy when we want to have a bit of fun," she said coyly, her hand trailing down his chest.

"Aye. Wouldn't want to scar the lad so early with the noises we make," he said, pulling her to straddle him. Bella's short maternity nightgown slid up her still tones thighs as Chibs' hand went to the junction of her legs.

"Why, Miss. Swan. I do believe you have forgotten a piece of your wardrobe," Chibs teased, his thumb brushing her clit. Bella rocked against his hand as she moaned.

"Better access," she said simply.

"Indeed," he said, sliding her back so she sat directly on his now burgeoning erection. Bella whimpered as he slid into her, thanking God he didn't wear anything to bed. She began to rock, feeling every inch of his cock as he entered her.

Bella's breaths came in needy pants and keening moans as Chibs used his legs to leverage himself as he thrust into her. His own cries of pleasure mixing with her own. It didn't take long. Bella's walls contracted tightly around Chibs as he spilled himself into her, both of them calling the other's name in ecstasy.

Regaining their breath, Chibs pulled Bella to him, one hand going to his son as he kissed her brow. She was out like a light within moments, and Chibs had to laugh. Things with Bella were quite simple. Whatever she felt like doing, she did. If she was tired, she slept. Angry, she yelled. Horny, she fucked. It was so much easier than with Fiona, and he couldn't be more thankful. Now he primarily just had to worry about keeping Kerrianne safe from half a world away.

He wondered what the hell the woman was thinking going to the feds. Granted, she didn't know everything Stahl had been up to, but it was a death sentence from both sides, what she did. She wasn't protecting Kerrianne, Fiona was dooming her. He decided to call Liam in the morning. Ask if he could get a couple of the Coven members to look after her as well. Just to make him feel better. For now, he pulled Bella close and breathed in her clean, strawberry scented hair. Her favorite scented shampoo, he knew, and fell into a deep sleep.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Clay and Gemma were smoking a nice after sex joint when his phone rang. He sighed.

"No rest for the wicked," he tells her with a smirk as he kissed her and started sifting through the piles of clothes on the floor looking for his cell. His brow furrowed when he saw that it was Liam.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Cameron reached out to me. We have a problem, brother," he said.

"What do you need?" Clay asked.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Everyone was once again gathered around the redwood.

"Got a call from Liam. Cameron finally reached out. Fiona set up Edmond. A.T.F. took him into custody and Cam has been hiding out. Wants to know if we'd be willing to test out the AKs in the field by helping him bust out junior."

"Jesus Christ," Chibs said, his hair still messed and barely even had a shirt on underneath his kutte. "Edmond won't give anything up, but if Fiona gives her enough to lead back to Jimmy O, it could put him and Cameron in danger, as well as Fiona and Kerrianne."

"The Belfast boys have Kerrianne. You need to see if you can reach out to your ex. See if you can't get a glimps of whatever is going on in that impossible head of hers," Bobby said.

"Aye, I can do that."

"You have any attachments to Fiona, brother?" Jax asked.

Chibs shook his head. "Not beyond being the mother of my child, and even that's worn thin."

"Then you wouldn't mind if we put a wrench in her plans."

"Not at all. Why would you ask?"

"We can't leave a threat like this out there. She needs to go away. Permanently," Jax said. Chibs sighed.

"I'll reach out to her. See if I can't get a beat on what's she's planning. Though I'm going to need some gear. I'll ask Jasper to help," he said.

"Good. See if he has a plan for Edmond too. A military mind like his is always good for strategy," Clay said.