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Jax was asleep in our room. I started to make breakfast. I put the plate of bacon on the table. Before, I put the one skillet in the sink, and turned back to the stove to finish the french toast. The door opened, and I smiled.

Gemma was holding Abel while Shayna was holding Gracie.

"Good morning. How were the kids?", I asked Gemma, taking Abel and kissing Gracie on her head.

"They were angels. Except for this one," Gemma placed a hand on Shayna's back.

"What did you do, Shay?"

"She tried to sneak a boy into my house."

I raised my eyebrows at Shayna.

"The same boy that asked you to the formal?"

"Yeah,so?", she answered with an attitude.

"Give me your cellphone, Shayna."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

She rolled her eyes at me, and opened her duffel bag. She slammed the phone into my open hand.

"You'll get this back after you appologize to Gemma, and me for being so rude."

"Sorry, Gemma."

Gemma nodded.

She walked past the both of us.

"And?"

She didn't say anything and slammed her bedroom door.

"Don't worry about it , Julia. She will apologize if she wants that phone back."

"I don't know. She has been a bit rebellious lately."

"That's teenagers, for you."

Jax came into the kitchen, fully dressed and showered.

"Hey, mom."

"Hi sweetheart, where you going so early?"

"The club's heading to Oakland for the day. I'll be back later."

"You don't want breakfast," I asked before he kissed me.

"I'm good, babe. But, if you can, can you wrap it for me. I'll see you later,yeah?"

I nodded.

He gave our kids kisses and left.

"Looks like you two made up. Shayna told me you weren't speaking to each other lately."

"Yeah, we weren't. But, it worked itself out. I hope you're hungry. I really don't want this food to go to waste."

She opened the cabinet and took out a few plates.

"I could eat."

Jax met up with Damon Pope. He pulled his bike next to the gleaming black cadillac. Pope rolled down his window.

"Right on time. Come in when you're ready."

Jax placed his helmet on one of the handlebars on his bike and got into the car.

'Where's your club?"

"They don't know how they feel about you yet."

"Look son, I can help you and your club. I know you have three kids to worry about. I bet finances are a big deal to you now more than ever."

"It is."

"Get the club on board. And I will pay you double than your original offer."

"I won't be president for another week. But, I'll start pushing the offer on them."

"Good. I'll see you soon, then?"

Jax shook his hand and opened the car door.

As Jax walked into the clubhouse, Clay's face had a look of concern.

"What is it now?"

"Jax, where the hell have you been? Wr are meeting with Galen today."

"I don't think we should."

"And why is that?"

"I got a better offer for the guns."

"Is that why you were in Oakland this morning? "

Shit. He forgot he mentioned Oakland around Gemma this morning.

"Yeah. Pope can get us the same quality guns. He can move them in less than a day and we would get double the cash."

"You know that is probably bullshit, right?"

"He's not. Look at what has happened when we work with the Irish. We lost brothers, spilled blood. It will get worse."

"Wake up, son. We will always lose brothers. Trying to change where our money comes from is a dangerous move."

"Let's vote on it, Clay."

"Fine."

All the leather wearing men sat down at the wooden table. Jax laid out what he had in store for the club.

"All for Jax's plan to work with Damon Pope permanently?"

The vote was 6-2. Jax's vote passed.

"This is a stupid fucking idea," Clay whispered to Bobby on their way out of church.

"He does have a point, man. More money is good. Working with the Irish has done more bad than good. "

Clay and Juice took the black van and met up with Galen. When Clay got out of the car, Galen smiled.

"How are you doing, brother? Where's the rest of your men?"

"Galen, there has been a change of plans that I have no control over."

"Why would you say that? You are the president, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but all decisions go through the club. I'm sorry man, but our partnership ends.. today."

"Clay, I've worked with you and your club for over fifteen years. "

"I hope you can understand. Jax wants to bring the club in a new direction."

"I do. Out with old, in with the new, right?"

Clay studied the Irishman's face. He was okay with this. Really okay with it.

"Why don't we buy you a beer? For old times sake?"

"Sure. We will meet you over at the bar. We will be there shortly."

Clay headed back to the car with Juice. Clay turned and looked at Juice.

"He's not going to step away easily. We have to let Jax and the others know."

As Clay and Juice pulled away, Galen reached into his jacket pocket and took out his cellphone.

"Hey, Michael. It's Galen. I need a favor. You still know how to build a decent bomb, right? Great, I need one placed in Jackson Teller's home. He should know I don't take rejection easily."

I knocked on Shayna's door after Gemma went home.

"Shayna, I'm taking Abel and Gracie to the park. You wanna go?"

She finally opened the door.

"This guy is the first guy that has made me happy since Marques."

"I know. But, he can make you happy during daylight hours. You know the rules."

"I do. I'm sorry I was a bitch earlier. You forgive me?"

"I will if you come to the park with us."

She smiled and I handed her the phone.

We left shortly after the car was packed.

Michael went around the back of the house. He moved his lockpick into the lock and turned it until he heard a soft click. He opened the door and walked into the kitchen. He opened the oven door and slid the expertly madebomb in. He pressed the side of it and it activated.

We got back from the park around seven. Shayna and I started unbuckling Gracie and Abel.

"Shayna, can you toss me the keys on the seat? I'll unlock the door."