Okay guys, for those who already read this chapter, I reposted it and changed most things. I wasn't crazy about the first post. I hope you like! Here we go! Enjoy chapter 41!

I was in New York's city's courthouse, getting ready for my next case. A very tall hulking man past me. Oh my god. I remember him. He was in the Charming Post. He was served three years for aggravated assault. what the hell was he doing out of Charming?

Then it hit me. I didn't only see him in the paper. Jax was able to get pictures of this asshole. He was the one who killed Opie. He even had all the nomads on high alert. Anytime they were close, he would give them the slip.

Something told me to follow him. He pushed open the court doors, and headed down the steps. His phone rang and he answered it.

"Hey, man. Yeah, I just got back. You know, now that I'm out, I can seriously use a night out. How does Intimate Fantasies on the corner 15th tomorrow night at 11 sound?"

"I'll see you then."

I opened my purse and made a phone call myself.

Jax and the club were heading out when he heard his cell ring. A smile crossed his face.

"Hey, babe."

"Hey. I know why you have had such a hard time finding Randy. He's here in New York. Visiting a few friends."

Jax turned off his bike so he could hear his wife.

"How do you know this?"

"He was at the courthouse. He's going to a gentleman's club tomorrow night."

"Okay, thanks babe."

"You got it."

Jax got the attention of the rest of the men.

"What's up, Jax?," Tig asked.

"Julia just called me. Randy is in the city. If we head to the airport now, we should be there tomorrow morning."

"What the hell are we waiting for? Let's go," Happy said, strapping on his helmet.

Jax and the rest of the men came to my house around dawn. Jax greeted me with a hug and kiss.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hi."

All the other men gave me a hug, including Tig. That shicked the shit out of me.

My husband and the club pulled out a chair and sat down.

"where's he going to be, Jules."

"It's a club called Intimate Fantasies. I know where it is cuz all the guys I work with go there on the weekends. Randy will be there tomorrow night around 11."

"We can't just walk in there. If he sees us, we're screwed. It can turn out to a massacre. There will be too many innocents," Tig suggested.

Jax nodded.

"That's true. We can pay one of the girls. They can get em alone, and we move in."

"Jax, this is New York City. Those girls will get spooked. Your plan will backfire before it starts."

" We could send you in Julia," Tig suggested everyone looking at him including me.

"Tig, she's not going in. She's my wife."

"I'll do it."

"You will?", Jax asked

"Yeah. If it kills the animal that killed Op, then yes. I'll do it."

"Dont worry, Jax. We will jump in before he gets to Julia," Clay said, talking out a cigar.

"I don't think we should do anything at all. We have been allies with the Grim Bastards for over 15 years," Bobby suggested, afraid to look at his new President.

"Bobby, that piece of shit killed my best friend. You weren't there when he got his head caved in. We were! We are going through with this wether you like it or not," Jax yelled, scaring me a little as well.

I called Andrea. She was the queen to finding sex shops.

"So, what's the special occasion. You and Jax's anniversary?," She asked with a sly smile as we walked into the first sex shop.

"No. that's not for another three months. I just.. wanted to do something nice for him."

I hope you don't think I was going to tell her the truth. Yeah, I'm doing this so my husband can kill his best friend's murderer. If I told everyone the truth about my life, I would be alone.

I looked at the store in awe. I never seen half of these toys. I don't even really know where they go. I hope that's normal. I have a man when I need a release.

"I got the perfect outfit."

I stopped looking at the sex toys and looked at the outfit Andrea picked out. It was a black and pink lace bra with ruffled black panties with garter belts for the thigh high pantyhose. She topped off the whole outfit with black pumps.

Damn. I really wish this was for Jax. Not some killer.

"Wow."

"Yeah. I don't think you will be wearing this for very long."

God, I hope I am.

The next night

the gentleman's club just so happened to be hiring. I got in with no problem. I was afraid the burns would put a bump in our plan. But it didn't.

Jax looked over his wife. Her hair was straightened and her makeup was piled on more than usual. She was wearing a black trench coat that stopped before the knees.

"What?"

" Nothing. If I say what I'm thinking out loud, I don't think I'll be able to control myself for much longer."

I playfully rolled my eyes.

"You lovebirds ready? He's inside," Clay said, stepping outside from the club.

" You don't have to do this."

"yes, I do."

I opened the door to the club, seeing Randy sit in the corner. the owner, Michael came over to me.

"You ready, sweetheart? You're up next."

I nodded nervously and he brought me backstage.

"what's your stage name?"

"stage name? "

"You don't have one?"

"Can't say I do."

His eyes scanned my body.

"you look like a Veronica."

Veronica.

"Lose the trench coat."

"Hey, can I get you guys a drink?", the female bartender asked.

Jax nodded.

She brought over a round of shots and beer.

Jax downed three shots, back to back.

"you okay, son?, " Clay asked, already knowing th answer.

"I'm about to watch my wife dry hump a stage in a room full of men that want to fuck her. The best part? She has to seduce the guy who killed Op. I'm great," he slammed the shot glass on the bar and picked up another.

"Julia made her way out onto the stage. Hinder's one night stand blasted through the worn speakers and all lights were on her.

"Where the fuck did Julia learn to work a pole like that," Tig whispered to Happy.

"Who knows. Looks like Jax has got his hands full behind closed doors," Hap replied, making Tig nod.

After my short "performance" on the stage, I walked down the stairs and right to Randy's table.

"You enjoy the performance?"

Randy wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. Jax stood up, ready to walk over. Chibs stopped him.

"No, Jackie. Julia's got to get him alone."

I took a sip of his drink and leaned in close to his ear.

"You wanna go somewhere private? Get better acquainted."

I stood up and he followed me. I looked at the door where Jax was. I nodded.

"Let's go."

I led Randy to the champagne room. I pushed him into his seat.

"I'll be right back."

"Where you going?"

"To get us some drinks."

Jax opened the door, and the club flooded in. Randy turned around, and pulled out his gun. Jax shot him in the wrist, making the gun fall to the floor.

"You okay?," he asked me.

"I'm fine."

Jax slid off his sweatshirt and handed it to me.

"Chibs, get her out of here."

"You got it. Come on, Julia," Chibs put a hand on my back and led me out of the club.

"That stupid bitch," Randy stated, holding his bloody wrist.

"Easy, asshole. That's my wife you're talking about."

He started laughing.

"What the fuck is she doing with a cracker like you?"

Jax didn't let him say anything else. He shot him in the forehead, blood splattering the wall.

Chibs took me home. I changed into regular clothes, and sat at my living room table. My leg bouncing furiously. The door opened and I quickly ran to the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I ran into my husband's arms.

"Thank god you're okay."

His arms tightened around my back. He let go after a few minutes.

"Does this mean you're coming home?"

"It does. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Where the hell did you learn to pole dance?"

"I took a class a few years ago. I didn't think it would come in handy, until today that is."

"Looks like I know what to get you for our anniversary."

I hit him in the shoulder, making him laugh.