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A Song for You

A/N : This took a while I know but it was honestly hard to get out. Thank you for waiting. also sexy time ahead ill put this (***) before and after so you can skip if you want. Thanks for reading.

Chapter Fifteen

Joy POV

Sleep had been fleeting if none existent the night the guys were put in. They had all waited for some word for hours after at the clubhouse but by two am they all had to give up, Juan had to physically carry her from the clubhouse because exhaustion had won her over, forcing herself to keep her eyes open until they got to the house so she didn't fall off her bike as they drove home. She woke long before Juan though, walking softly through the dimly lit house she quickly makes herself a quick easy breakfast of oatmeal and fruit. Since the sun was just rising she lets Sonny out in the backyard to release some energy and takes a seat on the screened in back porch. Sipping her cold brew she watches sonny as he rolls around in the grass, her mind going back to her conversation with Opie before he hauled off to punch Roosevelt. She hadn't been able to shake the look on his face as they put him into the van, as long she had known Ope he had been a quiet giant, giving little pearls of advice when asked and his laugh always had a way to make her feel happy. When Juan and her father had been taken to Stockton the two men she knew were gone, she had been left to make her own connections and she would admit to being genuinely terrified of being alone. So she did what she knew best she had crawled into herself for the first few weeks. Only speaking when asked questions or long enough to say yes and no.

She and Chibs had their moment when he found her drunk off her ass, sobbing her pain out when she thought nobody was around. Even to this day, she refuses to get that drunk again because the resulting hangover had almost killed her. But the moment she and Opie got closer was a little less dramatic, simpler. It had been a hectic ass day and it was only halfway through the guys stay in Stockton as she had visited Juan the day before and right now she was missing him. Letters could only fill the hole up so much so she had once again crawled to the roof at the end of her shift to relax until church, surprised to find Opie already sitting there. She nods to him and turns to leave when he stops her “Sit. I don't own the building kid.” she nods and swings her legs over the edge of the building, plopping down she reaches into her backpack and snatches a beer, holding it out to him. For a few moments the only sounds were the sound of cars passing the garage and the laughter of the men already here for church until Opie broke the silence “You doing ok?” she glances at him as she takes a sip of her own beer, her eyebrow arched “Most of us don't really ask how the Ole lady is doing. We watch out for you all sure, but asking isn't in the job description. If we ask we actually care.”

She can't help but snort as she grabs her beer, taking a sip she thinks about his question, going so far as to light up a blunt before replying “I'll be honest. Being here, working with you all as a prospect is a dream for me. My dad talked about brotherhood and how much this MC helped him. But I'm not sure how to make those connections. Y'all aren't the easiest men to know.” she inhales deeply, before holding out the blunt to him without thinking. She grins once he takes it, watching him through low lidded eyes as he inhales deeply “I feel like I'm on an island, the two men I connect with most are gone and my socially awkward ass has no idea how to explain how empty I feel with Juan gone.” she sees a flash of his face from visitation, his dopey ass grin, his callus rough hands as they held hers. She was speaking before she realized “I know me and him haven't known each other for long….but I do care for him. He is a good guy.” She grabs the blunt from Opie as he holds it back out to her, the silence between them is less stiff and suffocating as they finish their beers and the blunt between them. She is shoving the empty bottles into her bag to toss later when Opie finally speaks “My ex-wife Donna. Said something similar to what you did. Being on an island while I did a few years, she wasn't a fan of the club since it was why I was put away. So she really had no one but my dad and the kids. I don't understand how she did it even now and I think that's when I started to pay more attention to the Ole ladies.”

Personally, she was shocked he even talked about his wife, her dad had been furious when it had come out that Tig had killed Donna, even by a fuck up it was still horrible. That's when he told her he had seconds thoughts about her joining later, she hadn't spoken to him for a week after. She stares at the side of Opie's head as he looks off “Do you want to…..talk about her?” the confused look he gives her makes her smiles “I doubt you get to talk about her to the guys. And with Lyla, it might be awkward. Just saying if you ever want to talk about her, and you have no one to do it. I'm here.” she turns to stares down at the lot, watching the guys who weren't already here start to arrive. She can't help the small smile that takes over her face as she hears Opie take her offer to heart, and for the next thirty minutes, she listens to Opie as he talks about the small woman who died too soon. She jumps as she is pulled from her thoughts at the sound of the back door opening, putting down her now empty cup she can't help but smile as Juan steps out onto the back porch, watching him rub his eyes she lays out on the outside couch, opening her arms as he walks over.

Laying out on top of her like a heavy blanket of still bed warm skin, he presses his face into her neck, she shivers, her eyes falling shut as his warm lips rain soft, sleepy kisses on her morning chilled skin. She traces random patterns on the skin of his neck and shoulder, smiling as he speaks in his rough just waking voice “Did you even sleep?” she chuckles, pressing a kiss to his brow she sighs “Kinda, been out here for maybe an hour. I'm worried Juan.” he nods and moves to hover over her, his arms holding his body over hers, she couldn't help but wrap her legs around his narrow hips, and if his smirk on his face was anything to go by he didn't mind. She grins as he leans down to press a quick kiss to her lips before sadly pushing himself up to sit on his knees. “I'm gonna make myself something to eat and we can hit the garage. We both have some work to do. I think I have one car coming in soon.” she wrinkled her nose but nods, as much as she wanted to stay in their warm bubble the world was waiting. Letting Juan head inside she opens the screened back door and lets the panting dog in and smirks when he zooms off after his dad.

Shaking her head she heads in after him, seeing the pup sitting calmly by Juan's feet as he goes about making his own breakfast she kisses her husband's bare shoulder as she passes him “I'm gonna shower.” he nods and she quickly heads into their bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Juice POV

One car had quickly turned into a few, seemed he had been put on walk-in duty. And Joy refusing to leave him on his own had decided to work on some filing that had been backed up on the desk. Apparently, Gemma hadn't been working her shifts, leaving whoever was in the garage to drop what they were doing to pick up the phone. He had quickly left as Joy took in the mess on the deck, her face turning red and her eyes narrowed. That had been three hours ago, he was getting off for his break, washing the oil off his face and hands in the clubhouse bathroom. He could hear Joys ranting from where he was and he couldn't help but chuckle. Tossing the wet paper towel into the trash he walks into the bar, seeing Hap, Joy, Clay, and Phil. But Bobby was missing, locking eyes Phil as he grabs his seat next to his wife at the bar he mouths “Bobby?” just as Phil opens his mouth to reply the man in question walks down the stairs from the office. Relief clear on his face.

He sees Joy's fists clench as Clay's voice booms over her shoulder from his place behind the part “You talk to Romeo?” Bobby nods, sending a grin of relief to Joy as she practically slumps in her seat. He can't help but reach out to grab her hand, seeing her father pat her shoulder “Luis. The guys are safe.” he allows the tension in his body to ease a little as Joy tilts her head back, her eyes closed as she utters loud enough for them all to hear “Thank God.” his eyes glance at happy as he speaks, a teasing grin aimed at his daughter as he puts one of his toothpicks in his mouth “God nothing girl. Thank vatos with shivs.” he smirks as his wife smacks her father in the gut, making him grunt as Bobby continues “He wants to meet. Lindelof Pines. Seemed urgent.” his wife loses the playful glint in her eye as she leans forward as she speaks “About getting the guys out?” Bobby shrugs, his hand scrubbing roughly over the side of his bearded jaw “I don't know. Are you up to it girl?” he watches his wife finish her shit without so much as a wench and nod “No choice. Question is are you?” he is floored when he realizes Joy isn't talking to Bobby, his wife had turned from the man and was glaring Clay down behind the bar. It's silent for a long moment before the older man nods, putting a cap on the bottle he had been drinking from he slams back shot before nodding “No choice.”

As the other file out he watches his wife close, arching a brow once she locks eyes with him. The small shake of her head lets him know now isn't the time. But he will get his answers later, following her out he heads for the van, with Clay at his side, it was his day to drive the older man he sees his wife and Bobby talking to her but the look on Clays face confuses him until he gets a good look at the side of Gemma’s neck and shakes his head. Clay has no one to blame but himself for Gemma finding someone else. Patting the other man on the back he let him go ahead to the van, while he walks over as Joys side as he picks up the tail end of the conversation “I called Tara. She knows.” Gemma spares him a nod before replying “Ok I'll head to the hospital now.” he and Bobby both step back as Joy grabbed the older woman by the arm, this looked ugly. His wife's voice is flat and leaves no room for argument “No you're going to take care of what's left of the mess you left for me to fix in that office. I don't own this place, Gemma, you do, and since I can't go back and finish it you will. I will not be swamped in paperwork because you decided to get dicked down. We all have jobs to do” he watches his wife release the older woman and straddles her bike. Leaving the older woman no time to argue as takes off out of the parking lot, he shrugs as Bobby and Gemma stare him down, sure she was his wife but he wasn't in control of her.

Joy POV

By the time they make it to the junkyard her blood had cooled somewhat, Gemma was getting on the last spare nerve she had left. She understood needing to branch out and find yourself but you can't toss preexisting responsibility to the four winds and not expect someone to not snatch your ass back to reality real quick. She was done with Gemma’s trip to Lalaland, it was time to put feet on the ground and help them out here. She is the first to pull in, quickly followed by the van and the others who followed on bikes. She can see Luis is waiting, kissing her father and husbands cheeks she makes her way over with Clay and Bobby on either side “Morning Gentleman, Ms.Ortiz. Our sources confirm that Pope met with Jax.” She feels her blood freeze in her veins, she rubs her forehead “Inside?” Luis nods and she tries to keep her shit together, she needed a phone call right now. She needed to know what Jax and Pop spoke about, but she also knew it might not be her he told. Bobby was VP now but a part of her hoped to still be in the loop. She rolls her eyes behind her ray bans as Clay mutters, loud enough for her to hear “Shit. Idi Amin's got reach.” She takes a deep calming breath as Luis continues “Yeah. And he laid out his terms. We have to prepare for every scenario.”

She glares at the man before her, every scenario her ass, she doesn't glance at Bobby as he speaks. She keeps her undivided attention on Luis “Meaning if they don't get out alive.” the man's eyes narrows as he steps more into their space, making her stand taller as he practically hisses “Meaning one of our shipments was attacked. Torched trucks don't give us much comfort. And Mr. Galindo needs to know that everyone is paying attention.” She steps the last few feet into his space, feeling Bobby's hand on her arm she shook it off “That attack was personal, not business. You got your coke on time.” She lets Bobby pull her back this time as Latino before he glares down at her. Once Bobby is sure she was done showing her ass he speaks “ Tell Galindo to relax. The MC will get his guns and blow in one piece, on schedule.” Luis doesn't take his eyes off of her as he nods “Good” She curls her lip, flashing her teeth before she speaks “And you will make sure my men get out of county alive.” The Hispanic man looks her up and down for a solid minute before he speaks again “We hear anything from your men, we'll call you.”

She pulls away from Bobby hold to walk over to her father and Juan. Releasing the shaky breath she had been holding for half that meeting she pulls her father and Juan to the side as she turns to Phil “I want you to drive Clay. Juan's heading back with me alright. My dad will help you get your bike in the van in a minute ok?” she can't help but grin as the larger man gives her a salute before crowding up to Clay and Bobby to see what happened. Leaning against the rear of the van she sighs before speaking to her father and husband “Jax met with Pope on the inside.” Her father remains composted on the surface but the slight tic of his jaw tells her he is just as pissed as her now cursing husband. “How the fuck did Pope manage that?” she stares off to the side, her brains cogs spinning so fast she could almost hear them as she spoke “If Pope found out brown was protecting the boys the Pope would find other lanes of access. Aryan, and all that but money would be on the guards. Justice system pay ain't shit so flash enough money and any guard would jump at it.” Juan nods, leaning his back against the door next to her he roughly scrubs a hand over his Mohawk “so if the guards are on the take Pope could have easily killed Jax when he met him. Why keep him alive?” she glances at her father, seeing his wheels going just as fast as he gravel rough voice is heard for the first time since they left the clubhouse. “He wants something. Only person who knows what that is, is Pope and maybe Jax now.” she sighs, pushing off the van she grabs her husband's hand and pulls him towards her bike as she talks to them both as her father follows by her side “And until Jax calls we can't do anything but speculate which only makes us worry more. So I'm going to go to hospital visit Tara and the kids, drop Juan back at the shop first though. ” She takes the kiss on her cheek from her father, letting Juan straddle her bike first she sits down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist the shrieks with laughter when he takes off with no warning.

Once Juan had been dropped off at the garage for another shift while she hits the hospital. She hadn't really talked much to Tara today except to let her know the guys were ok. So she wanted to see the kids and let woman know what was going on. She passes the red haired woman Tara seemed to get along alright with, and she was surprised when the woman stopped her to speak for a moment. “Joy Ortiz right?” she smiles and nods shaking the woman's hand as its held out her her “Margaret Murphy, i met your husband once before when he was treated here very sweet man. Do you have a minute to talk?” she finds herself confused but nods, leaning against the nurse station while the woman fills out some papers as she speaks “Are you here to see Tara?” she crosses her arms over her chest as she watches the older woman “I'm here to give her some information. And help out with Tommy and Able so she doesn't have to stress. Why do you ask? Is something wrong?” she narrows her eyes at the woman as she rolls her pen between her fingers almost as if nervous before turning to Joy. “There was an incident today, maybe half an hour ago. Tara was in the middle of a meeting with a family and Gemma burst through, something about not being on the list to see the boys.”

She knows she has lost the smile she gave the woman before, and she hadn't blinked since the woman had started so she understood the look of concern on the woman's face. Once she processed what she had been told she nods, taking a deep breath she combs a hand through her wind tangled curls. “Thank you for telling me. Tara doesn't need that bullshit. And I'm sorry Gemma possibly scared clients. Leave her to me.” She gives the older woman a strained smile before walking away, stopping when the woman's voice calls after her “Your not afraid of her are you?” she turns to the woman, waiting for her to continue as she walks closer so no one else hears her. “Gemma I mean.” She is taken aback for a moment, but now she sees what Tara likes the woman, she knows more than she lets on. She gives her a smile and shakes her head “No. I'm not. But I'd be stupid to underestimate her, wouldn't I.” She pats the woman on the arm and continues her trek to Taras office. Knocking she finds the woman pulling Tommy from his carrier. Sparing the woman a weary grin as she steals the babbling baby from her and grabs a seat on the office couch.

Getting the fussy baby settled she takes the bottle from Taras outstretched hand, once Tommy had latched on she turns her attention to Tara. “Your boss caught me on my way here. Told me what happened with Gemma.” the sound of frustration Tara makes is almost painful to hear, she settles Tommy doesn't as he starts to squirm, her hand gently patting his bottom as she waits for Tara to get her frustration out. “I don't understand her. She says space is fine yesterday but today she comes in, guns blazing with Hickeys and smelling of weed and alcohol. She isn't fully with us anymore Joy, ever since the Clay thing.” she nods, she thinks Gemma is just enjoying her freedom personally but at the same time they all had responsibilities to handle and Gemma had one too many times in recent months shoved her responsibilities onto others.

“I agree. It was ok for a month to be so involved you forget everyone else, but it's been three months and as much as I would love to spend all my time with Juan in bed and not work and be high I can't. And the way she tries to tell you how to take care of your kids isn't right.” she is about to continue when a knock on the door stops her, her lip curls as Wendy’s waves head of hair pops around the door before pushing all the way through. She stands with Tommy as he finished his bottle, throwing the spit up rag over her shoulder she rubs and pats at his back as she watches the two women before her. “Sorry to barge in, I heard about Jax.” Her eyes narrow, no one but the club knew about that. So who was talking to this bitch. Her lip twitches into a grin as Tara scuffs as she packs her desk up. “Yeah. You and everyone else.” Once Tommy burps she kisses his chubby little cheek and hands him to Tara. She sees Wendy move closer to get a look at her godson, her hand moves to rest on her hip, right next to her Kabar. She didn't want that bitch near Tommy.

“He's so beautiful Tara.” She doesn't like the wistful look on Wendy's face as she gazes at Tommy. In her eyes, the woman had her fucking chance to be a mom. But she loved the drugs more, she shot up when she was fucking pregnant and almost killed Abel in the process. Joy would be dead and rotting before able called Wendy anything close to mom. Having had enough, she speaks while Tara puts Tom into his stroller. “Do you need something? Because we have something important to do.” Wendy nods “Me and Tara need to begin the conversation about Abel.” Jesus fuck, how thick was this bitches skull. Joy sighs, a mask of indifference dropping into place “Be there done that you were told no. Take that shit and run with it. At this point in time, the only person who is anything close to mom to that boy beside Tara is me. His god mom.” Wendy ignores her and turns to Tara who was standing with her hands on the stroller, glaring daggers at the other woman “There is not nor will there ever be a conversation.”

Wendy sighs, looking almost concerned as she spoke, something wasn't right here “Look, your life is very messy, Tara. I know it used to be my life. And with Jax running the club, it's only going to get more complicated.” that still begged the question of able “And what does that have to do with my son?” seemed she and Tara were of one mind today, she rests her hand on the handle of her knife as Wendy moves to stand in front of Tommy's stroller “His father is a convicted felon, and his guardian is psychologically fragile.” She can't help but chuckle, making both women look at her, she snickers as her eyes narrow toward Wendy. A nasty grin on her face as she speaks in almost a hiss “This coming from a woman who nearly murdered her unborn child for a fix. Guess you would know what unstable looks like wouldn't you Wendy.” she gets some sick sense of satisfaction as the woman's skin pales slightly. Tara places a hand over the tattooed Crow on her forearm without looking at her, silently telling her she could handle this. With a nod she falls back and leans her hips against the desk “I'm not just his guardian, I'm his mother. Legally, we got married.” if possible Wendy seems to lose more color to her face, maybe it had something to do with the fact that she came to a gunfight holding a knife…...idiot. As she realized she was looking ground she dropped the smile she had arrived with and stares Tara down. “Congratulations. You still have to tell Abel that I'm his mother. Or the court will.”

She glares holes into the blond back as she turned to leave, she really didn't want to do this. Not with a woman like herself and Tara standing as blockades before Able. The blonde in question stops as Taras' voice rings out. Hard and cracking like a whip into the silence of the room “Why do this today? Hm? Knowing Jax is away?” Wendy turns slightly, refusing to meet Taras hard gaze and Tara nods “Gemma. Of course.” Her blood was on fire, she is gripping the handle of her knife so tight she is surprised she didn't throw it on pure anger alone as Wendy speaks again “It had to happen.” She couldn't help but scuff, pushing off the desks she moves around it to charge at Wendy but a surprisingly strong grip on the side of her cut stops her. Looking at Tara she sees she isn't even looking at her, but at Wendy, the voice that comes from Tara is one she had never heard her use before. Something dark, something that rested in Tara majority of the time, she spoke as if she had not one emotion as she closes in on the blonde, her hand still gripping Joys cut in a white-knuckled fist. “Do you really think she wants Abel to know you're his mom? She tried to kill you. Or have you forgotten that? She's pissed because I'm not letting her run my family. What did she tell you? That I'm unstable? What? Strung out on painkillers? Look at me. You know what opiates look like. My eyes pinned? I haven't taken a pill in over a month. She played you. Like she does me like she does everybody.”

Tara releases her and turns away from Wendy. Setting Tommy's bottle in the holder she pushes the stroller passed Wendy. But it seemed the Blonde was as dumb as she seemed “Probably. But it doesn't change the truth.” Wendy along with herself are shocked when Tara gets nose to nose with her “What truth? That I'm a surgeon, and you're some ex-junkie biker whore. You want to come after me and my family? Bring it on, darling. I'm not afraid of you. Or your bullshit custody threat.” letting Tara walk ahead of her she steps in front of Wendy. Staring at the woman's glassy eyes she sighs “Word to the wise. Don't trust Gemma. She will get you killed eventually. Stop trying Wendy. It makes you look like a puppet.” She follows Tara out seeing the redhead doctor again she smiles and heads for the daycare. Stopping short when she sees Gemma sitting next to Tara, getting closer she hears what they are saying “Oh, save the bullshit indignation. She copped to it.” She watches Gemma from the back, only Tara knew she was there. The older woman's shoulders seem to relax as she replies, her voice has a teasing note to it. “I forgot. You're the smart one. My pretty little Frankenstein.”

Taras' face is blank, but the look of her eyes spoke volumes as she aims them towards Gemma “That's right. And here's something else that might sound familiar. Don't ever try to hurt me or my family again.” Gemma leans in, making Joy softly creep closer, her shoes making it very easy “Or what, Doctor? You gonna kill me?” Taras half smile is scarier than any smiles she could remember seeing. Her own included “No. But my husband might.” She and Gemma watch Tara walk away, while the older woman is distracted she takes Taras vacated seat. Tilting her head to the side she looks at Gemma hard, seeing what Taras words had done to the woman before she slams down her walls. “Know this Gemma. We both know Jax's loves you. So personally I doubt he could pull the trigger on you at this current point in his life. And if it ever comes to killing you and he can't do it.” she leans into the older woman's space “Know that I can and will shoot you between the eyes with a smile…..for Jax, for Tara, for the boys and this club. I would kill you and sleep like a baby. So remember this the next time you wanna write a check your ass can't cash.”

Juice POV

When Joy had returned to the shop she had been on fire, her eyes practically glowing in rage. He barely had time to ask what was wrong before she had shoved him up the stair of the clubhouse and into one of the spare bedrooms. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth he quickly got with the program. He had tossed her onto the bed and chuckled as he watched her struggle to yank of the tight jeans she wore. The glare she sends him only makes him chuckle more “If you ever want to be balls deep in me again Juan Carlos stop cackling like an asthmatic hyena and get me naked!” he was a smart man, always listen to your wife, (***) moving her fumbling hands out of his way he gets to work on her jeans, all the while watching her strip out of her shirt and bra. He couldn't resist leaning forward to draw his tongue between her heavy breasts, over the anarchy A that rested there. The feel of her nails on his scalp as she held his head to her chest made him shiver. Turning his head he takes one of her tight, dark nipples into his mouth as he works her jeans and panties down her hips.

He feels her small, soft hands move to his neck, her thumbs brushing over the spot under both his ears that made him growl for her. Looking up at her he releases her nipple to take her soft lips, she wraps herself around him tight. Her arms sliding under the back of his shirt to claw at the small of his back until he hisses through teeth, nipping her kiss-swollen bottom lip in retaliation. Letting her yank his shirt over his head he pushes her gently, making her lay back onto the bed as he kisses and nips his way down her soft trembling stomach. Biting down on her hip until she giggles and smacks at his shoulder, he slides his hands under the back of her plump thighs and holds her legs open as he wastes no time and tasting her. He watches as her back bows off the bed, a broken sound falling from her lips as she tries to close her thighs around his head, but his hands hold her open. It's not long before she is writhing, his name almost a mantra as she comes.

And the sound she made as she cames was primal, ripped deep from inside her chest. It did things to him he would never be able to explain, his lips trail over the skin of her thighs, biting down on the soft flesh hard enough to make her whimper and shake. Pulling back he quickly sheds his own clothes and flips her onto her stomach, his hands roughly yank her ass into the air. Smoothing his hands over her upturned ass, one curling around her hip the other sliding into her hair to wrap it around his fist, pulling face from the sheets he leans his body over hers. His hips grinding into her as he talking into her ear. “How do you need me baby?” he chuckles at the shiver he feels rush down her back. “Hurt me. I wanna ache.” He can't help but groan, presses a kiss to her shoulder he releases her hair and leans back into his knees.

Yanking her as close as possible by her hips with one hand, he uses the other to hold himself at the base as he quickly slams home with a groan. Being inside her never got old, she was made for him and no one could tell him different. He couldn't help himself as he watched her hands scrabbling for purchase in the sheets, reaching out he grabs her arms and holds then down on her back as he presses as deep as he can, the gut-deep groan it pulls from her snaps any control he had. Using her arms he yanks her back onto him as he pistons forward, the sound of their skin meeting, her wails that were slowly getting louder and louder were making it harder to not cum. They both had been so busy this week with the long ride, truck fire and break-ins, that by the time they both got home they practically fell into bed fully clothed.

He watches as her back arches and a broken scream rips through the air and for a moment he is worried her hurt her until he feels her walls flutter around him, gripping him so tightly he can't help but press himself as deep as he could, spilling inside her with a growl. Leaning over her he cages her shaking body in as he kisses across her shoulders. He gently slides from her, grinning when she whimpers in displeasure, her hand reaching over her shoulder for him. (***) Laying down next to her he yanks the blanket from the foot of the bed and covers them both. Rubbing his hand up and her back he watches her, eyes closed, hair a riot of curls against the tan pillowcase, and as if she can sense him watching her she peeks one golden eye open, her lips pulling into a blitzed out grin. “Hello, handsome.”

He smirks, his fingers wrapping one of her long curls around his finger. “Feel better now?” he lays out on his back as Joy closes the last few inches between them to lay her head on his shoulder. “Better now. Fucking Gemma gets me so angry.” he listens as she lays out the encounter at the hospital, Wendy, and her party words to Gemma. The woman has always been nice to him but at the same time, he always felt she did it out of the assumption that he was dumber than a box of rocks. So his emotions for Gemma had always been mixed, she had done a lot for this club but at the same time, she and Clay had been involved with the death of JT. As much as Clay might want to protect Gemma, he doubted very much Gemma had no idea or didn't help plan the accident that killed JT. She was smart, almost manically so. “I understand you want to protect Jax and Tara. But at the same time, you need to know when not to show your hand baby. All Gemma would have to do is tell Clay you threatened her and he might do something stupid.” She rolled her eyes but he yanks the hair curled around his fingers, making her look at him in surprise. “Don't dismiss anyone. You think I'm joking I'm not. Clay killed Piney without a twitch, and with how you have been all in his and Gemma’s shit with Jax. Don't ever forget that makes you a mutual enemy between them.”

He loved Joy, but one of her faults was that she overestimated herself against others. His girl was strong no lies or doubts about that but she wasn't taking into account that Clay would have no issues killing her if he found a way to do it without getting caught and the thought of her dead made him yank her closer. The feel of her lips on his skin he shakes himself from his spiraling thoughts. Turning his head he kisses her forehead. “I'm here. Sorry I was thinking. Just promise me you will stop to think about all possible reactions that could happen to what you say or do.” he can see how sad she looked in making him upset so she agrees with a kiss. They jump apart when a bang on the door makes it rattle, his wife sits up and glares at the door and shouts “Who the fuck is it!?” she loses the angry look when her father's voice echoes back “When you're done come downstairs. We are heading to Tara's to wait on word from Jax.”

He heard his father in law head down the club stairs and could help but chuckle as his clearly embarrassed wife hides her face in her hands, sitting up he kisses her bare shoulder before resting his chin there, grinning as she peeks between her fingers to look at him. “Come on. Let's get going before your dad comes back to get us.” his wife is up and in the bathroom, before he can finish his sentence…...his family was nuts.

Time Jump

He watches his father in law and wife play with Able from his place across the table from them, dinner had been a few hours ago and they had all cooked something. It had been peaceful if not a little sad with most of the guys missing. Joy had done all she could to keep Taras mind from wandering too far but whenever Joy wasn't looking Taras face would fall and he knew she was thinking of Jax. He grins as Ables laughter stirs him from his own thoughts, the little guy had quickly claimed Joy's lap as his throne. He found it funny how attached to Joy able was, seems him and the little dude had a few things in common, short attention span and a love for one Joy Ortiz. Watching her rest her cheek on top of the child's head as he laughs, pulling a toy frog off of Happy's head was a warming sight.

He knew one day, when this life was a little calmer, maybe in a few more years that in Ables place would be his own kid. He could see her now, skin and hair like her mother's, maybe his smile and he prayed for Joy's eyes to be passed down. Happy would be just as tied but around the little girl's finger as he would be…...fuck he was a sap. But it seemed good moods never lasted, the sound of the phone ringing makes them all freeze, all eyes land on Tara who was staring down the phone with what he could only call fear. Bobby breaks the silence “You want me to get it?” Tara seems to finally wake up. Shaking her head she is across the room in seconds, picking up the phone he sees the look on her face and he knows it's Jax. The room takes a collective breath, he moves to stand behind Joy, his hand on her shoulder as he watches Tara. Something isn't right, he watches the color drain from her face as Jax talks. Joy seems to see it as well, moving able from her lap as he watches her walk over to Tara as she hangs up. He doesn't hear what is said between the two women but he across the room as Joy's legs give out, he catches her before she hit the floor. Sitting with her on his lap he holds her face in his hands.

The look on her face is one he will take to his grave. Her normally golden skin is paled, and her eyes are glassy as she shakes her head. Her lips mumbling something he can't hear, looking up at Tara he sees her clutching Tommy tightly. Her eyes off in the distance as she speaks “Opie…...he didn't make it.” it takes a moment for everyone to take it in. But once it sinks in Joy is up and out of his lap and down the hall, he follows her the sound of her retching shakes him from his trance. Holding her long hair back as she finally stops, her body Jerking as she sobs into the bowl. He could feel his own tears, burning wet trails down his face, resting his forehead on her shoulder blade he does all he can do for both of them. He grips his sobbing wife and doesn't let go, today another brother had died…….this life had taken another one of them. He honestly couldn't tell you how long he and Joy laid their, seconds, minutes, hours. It all seemed to run together, the sound of Joy flushing breaks the quiet and he lifts his head, letting her stand he shifts positions. His back to the tub he watches his wife as she numbly rinses her mouth out with some mouthwash.

It isn't seconds before she is seated between his legs. Curling up as small as possible she rests her head on his shoulder, his hand brushing over her hair as they sit quietly. He knew she was still crying, and from the feeling of dampness on his shirt he knew she was too. He and Opie werent as close as him and Chibs. But he was still a brother, still as son no matter how he had acted these past few months. And the pain his wife felt was coming off of her in waves so strong he couldn't help but drowned in it. Opie and Chibs had been her lifeline while he and her father were in Stockton. He had always been grateful to the man for that, and to know he was gone…...to know this hard life had ripped another from them. He clutches his wife against his chest, looking down he realizes she is sleeping. He hears the door open, looking up he sees his Hap. The red around the older sons eyes lets him know he had already done his crying. Watching the older man kneel down, his voice rough as he speaks in hushed tones “Tara pulled out some Air mattresses. Figured we could crash in the living room since it's just you, me, Joy and Bobby.” he nods looking down as the dried tear tracks on Joys face he kisses her forehead “Can you lift her so I can get up? Take her to the living room I'll find something to clean her face.” Hap quickly lifts his exhausted daughter up, he is unsurprised when she doesn't wake merely lays her head on his shoulder and falls limp again.

Not twenty minutes later he is walking into the living room. Him and hap having borrowed some sweats from Jax's wardrobe, Hap was already asleep on his mattress by the couch where an already snoring Bobby lay. Cleaning Joys face as quickly and quietly as he could, even as she sleepily swiped at his hands on her face, he slides under the sheets next to her. He is dozing when he feels a small hand pat his upper arm, opening his blurry eyes he is surprised to see a small blurry shape that could only be Able standing over him, sitting up slowly so he doesn't disturb Joy he whispers to the small child, looking him over with a critical eye to make sure he is ok. “What's up Lil man? You ok?” the small child leans into his ear to speak. “can I sleep in here with you and aunt Joy uncle juice?” he feels his body relax, nodding he lift the small child over his legs and sets him between himself and Joy. Watching the little guy snuggle into Joys side and the way his wife seems to curl herself around the child take a little of the pain currently residing in his chest dull slightly. Sliding down under the covers he watched the two of them for a moment before finally falling asleep himself.

Next morning

Joy POV

The first moments of waking are the most peaceful moments in life. Your slate is clean for a few blissful moments in time until it all comes back like a tidal wave. The only thing that keeps her from sobbing once again is the small child laid on her chest and her husband who was watching her with sad brown eyes. She watches him silently as he leans over placing a gentle kiss to her forehead before moving to get up and get breakfast started. This wasn't the first time she and Juan had ended up crashing here so they were very familiar with the kitchen and the house itself was similar to theirs minus the things she add on’s she bought. She combs her hand over the back of Ables' head as he starts to squirm on her chest, she had no idea how he ended up with her and Juan but if she knew her conejito he had tapped into the mood last night and set out to make sure the women in his small life were ok. He might not be the most vocal child but in his life thus far he had seen and experienced more than some adults.

She can't help but smile as the child on her chest tilted his head up and blinked away the sleep in his pretty blue eyes. “Morning conejito. How did you find your way here?” he is quiet for a second before the small, soft voice replied “I heard you all crying. Wanted to make you feel better. So I asked uncle juice to sleep in here and he said ok.” she presses a kiss to his forehead “Thank you, sweetheart. I'm ok now.” she sits up, hiding the child to her chest so he couldn't roll off she lets him sit on her lap as the sound of Juan cooking in the kitchen slowly wakes the room. Her father and Bobby were both still knocked out but she knew the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg fills the living room and she knows Juan is making eggs in a basket. It isn't long before her husband comes around the corner holding two plates. Hers and Ables, tilting her head back she accepts the kiss he gives her and moves Able to sit next to her, she smiles as he goes right for the French Toast circles Juan made from the hole he cut in the toast.

She eats her own food as she watches Juan wake Bobby and her father. Both men stumble into the kitchen for the breakfast Juan put on the table for them. It isn't a moment late that Tara comes in, going right for the kitchen with Tommy on her hip. Once Juan joined her and Able on the air mattress and the others had ate they quickly got around to cleaning up and getting the boys ready to see their Dad. No one talked about the fact that Opie would not be with them, that once again another son was gone. And as she and Juan split from the others to go home and change it caught up to her again, she didn't even realize she was crying on the floor of their master bathroom until Sonny was crawling into her lap, his small wet nose pressed against her cheek as he tried to figure out how to comfort her.

She hears the door but can't find it in herself to move as Juan kneels down next to her. She looks up at him and sees tears in his brown eyes. She felt so selfish at that moment, Juan had known Opie longer then she had and his heart was just as broken as hers. Putting sonny on the floor she holds her arms open for her husband, he lays his long legs out on the floor. His upper body rested against her as he cries silently, she rains kisses along his tattooed scale, both of them releasing the bottle up emotions without fear of ridicule. “I'm so scared Juan. We are dropping like flies and I'm so petrified it will be you or dad next.” she lets Juan sit up when he starts to pull back, his callus rough hands cradle her wet face. Locking eyes with him she holds his wrists, his voice was rough as he spoke “I'm scared as fuck too. But all we can do is be a team and always watch each other's backs. And I promise you I will always keep your dad in my line of sight if you can't. That's all I can offer as comfort and I hope it's enough to ease your mind.” She nods, turning her head to kiss his palm “ You bring me comfort. Your presence, your voice, your eyes, just you I love you Juan.” as sad as the day was the smile he gave her was the first genuine one in hours. Wiping her face she sighs “Let's get going. The guys will want to do church.”

Time jump

She had left Tara and the kids to their devices, she and Juan taking over the office as they waited for the others. Jax had texted her a while ago to get everyone to the clubhouse since Bobby and your father had gone to escort them home. Juan hadn't left her side since their moment this morning and she was honestly thankful, she was wrung out and her tears were dried. She would catch Juan staring off into space now and again before he snapped himself out of it, she hoped this wouldn't set him back. He had gone around the office and organized a few things, her files were now in alphabetical order but she knew this was how he coped and she wasn't going to take that from him. If it got worse she would step in then, her headshots up as the sound of bikes pulling up fill the room. She is up and out the door with Juan on her heels, seeing Chibs and Tig she can't help but release a shaky breath.

Walking over to Tig she wraps her arms around his shoulders as he stayed seated on his bike, she grunts as he returns her embrace with a crushing grip. She looks over at Chibs as Juan talks to him and on his face and it shakes her to the core, his normally playful eyes had darkened a hue. She pulls away from Tig and holds his face in her hands as he slips his sunglasses off and her once dry eyes water, she didn't know how Opie had died yet but she knew they had seen it…..and they couldn't stop seeing it. “What did they do to my boys….” she didn't realize she had said the words until Chibs stands by her side, the course brush of his facial hair touches her cheek as he kisses her temple in greeting. She wraps an arm around his waist, letting him lead her away from Tig and towards the clubhouse for church, she didn't know what happened but she knew she might not be ready to hear it

As everyone sat down and the story unfolded her whole body became numb, to think of Opie alone in there, fighting off three men, on one hand, made her proud of him for taking it head-on. Another part of her wanted to hate him, he promised to try, he said he would fix things. She is broken from her thoughts as Jax's strained and tired voice speaks out, her grip on Juan's hand under the table tightening. “I think Opie's been looking for a way out since Donna died. He's never been right since. He went out a warrior.” She knew he was right, stories Opie had told her of Donna let him know that to Donna had been his Juan, no one could ever or would ever complete him like she had. She stares across the table at her mentor, the cuts on his cheek and eyebrow making her chest hurt, all she wanted was for these men to be healthy and whole. But it seemed someone upstairs had a different plan.

“We wouldn't be sitting here if it wasn't for him.” at that moment she vowed to see whatever they had planned through. She doubted Jax didn't have a plan for this, even if he kept it to himself she would follow his lead. For Opie, she would watch out for what Opie saw was worth dying for. This club. Her eyes narrow at the wall over Chibs head as Clay's voice speaks from down the table “ No doubt, Ope made his own choice. It's Pope forcing that choice concerns me” her head swerve to glare down the table she hisses through clenched teeth, she didn't see the visible shiver that went down a few of the guy's spines as she spoke “You think you would have fared better old man? The would have turned you into blood pudding.” Juan grips her hand tightly but she refuses to back down from Clay's stare. The only thing that breaks the stare down is Tig “Jax did all he could all he could to push back the threat.”

Her eyes zero in on Frankie as he leans in from around her father's shoulder “Agreeing to a 50 G payout?” she arches a brow, she didn't trust the new guys as far as she could throw them. They hadn't turned in any paperwork she had demand and couldn't find a bit of history on them “Again could you have done any better. All of you seem to be under the illusion that what Jax did was out of convenience. It was out of the will to fucking survive so until you have to be in his shoes think before you open your fucking trap.” She hadn't realized she was yelling until she heard her own echo off the wall, she felt Juan's hand in hers. But she was surprised to see Jax's hand over the tattoo led crow on her left forearm. Looking up at him she could see the gratitude in his eyes but she could also see what he wasn't saying ‘don't. Not today.’ so she nods and leans back in her chair.

Jax leans forward on his elbows to address Frankie “Short-term, Frankie. We never rubbed up against a guy like Pope. An OG sitting at a table with judges, senators, CEOs.” she will admit to her own fears of Pope. The man wasn't psychologically unstable, he wants a thug. He was a businessman who handled shit like a mob boss from the glory days of AL Capone. They were in deep but she had faith they would see this to an ending…...the journey there was the real issue “He can kill us with a phone call as easily as a bullet. We're just white smoke to this dude.” She uses her free hand to comb through her curls as she spoke her eyes fixed on the table “we agree to his terms, see where it goes. Maybe we can even use this guy to our advantage. If we're good with Pope, the rest of black gets in line.”

She looks to Jax, seeing he approved. She is shaken to hear her father's voice for the first time since last night. Looking over to him she feels her heartbreaking, she had been so focused on herself and Juan a part of her had forgot her father for all his gruff nature loved his brothers deeply “What about the shit stains that killed Ope? They just gonna get in line, too?” Jax's face is stern, but his eyes are glossy “No retaliation. Not now. It puts us and Charming at risk.” She bites down on her lip hard, she wanted to keep her promise but Clay was forgetting his place it seemed “We're already at risk. Those home invasions, that's got to be black.” She glares, for a moment she forgets where she is “Half this table is at risk with you sitting at it but you don't see me pointing out the fucking obvious. Or did you forget about trying to have me and Tara killed.” the air is thick with tension as the whole table stares between her and Clay. “For all your talk Clay you haven't done shit to prove it's black doing it. Unlike you, I have actually done digging. I already have leads I'm following up. Not that it's any of your concern.”

She leans back in her chair knowing she shouldn't have done it but Clay seemed to be picking at every little thing and she was beyond tired of pretending he wasn't there. Jax brushes the tension off and continues “Pope didn't put them in play. He wasn't sure about the Niners. He's looking into it.” She grinds her teeth and grips Juan's hand in a death grip as the somewhat high pitched voice of peg speaks from somewhere against the wall behind her “We're throwing Pope a lot of trust.” She had been waiting for it to happen, the moment when Jax had enough and snapped a little. His hand comes down on the table with a thunderous boom, she was surprised no one jumped as his voice fills the room, his frustration obvious in every word “It ain't trust, man. It's fear! Right now, he controls it. We got to buy time to change that. Let's vote this. We pay out the 50 Gs till we figure this shit out.”

With an around the table Yea Jax nods “Okay. I'll set up a meeting with Pope, tell him we're good, push him on these home invasions. The body should be here this afternoon. Let's do this right.” She is standing and heading for the door when Jax stops her, she nods Juan off and he heads out the door with her father “Thank you. For standing behind me today. Did I need it? No, but I'm grateful.” She gives him a weak grin and nods “I don't trust the new guys Jax, something isn't right there and they still haven't turned in their shit they need too. If they don't by tomorrow I want patches or their hides.” he nods “I'm giving you the authority to do what needs to be done I trust you. Also, I asked Tara to do this but I think it's better if you do it. Go check on Lyla and gets some clothes for the wake for him today.” she nods leaning up she kisses Jax cheek “I'll do it. And I'm here when you're ready to talk Jax. All I'm saying.” she lets him throw an arm around her shoulder, leading her out to find the guys crowded around Unser “Hey, Jax. You seen your mom? Got a call from Fain over at Stockton PD. Gemma got arrested last night, some kind of raid on a brothel. Said she got bailed out this morning.” She stares at him wide-eyed as she moves out from under Jax's arm as he replies “Shit. Nero.” Unser glances at Chibs “What's a Nero?” he is ignored as Chibs speaks to Jax “I'm with you.”

For a moment Jax's looks like he is flailing in the deep end mental, standing in front of his line if sight so he sees her “Jax, you go. I'll organize the guys before I leave to see Lyla. We'll handle everything for Opie.” She lets him drag her over by the back of her head, planting a quick kiss to her forehead in thanks he and Chibs head for their bikes as Unser stands at her side “What happened to Ope?” She sighs her hand patting his arm “He never made it out of County.” She sees it sink in as the older man releases a shaky sigh “Oh, Christ. How?” she is about to reply when Clay walks by with rat at his side “How do you think?” she curls her lip at his back, patting Unser on the arm she gives him a sad smile “Come by later say good-bye. Yeah?”

Half the morning was spent on the phone, going down the phone tree to let everyone know about Opie, Lyla had called and said she would be by later after taking clothes to the funeral home. It was a tedious and sad few hours all around, along with the shit Jax and Chibs went through. They had called an hour ago to let her know what was up and to ask for progress on Opie's wake, by noon she was so keyed up she didn't even notice Juan come in. His hands on her shoulders made her jump as his thumbs dig into the tense muscles she tilted her head back to rest against his stomach, seeing he was shirtless and couldn't help but chuckle “If this is you trying to cheer me but you should be wearing a loincloth, not pants.” Her husband chuckles and leans down to kiss her nose “ I'll be your Tarzan if you be my Jane.” She snorts and pops him on the cheek before standing to hear the guys pull in she heads outside seeing a small blond on Jax's bike, guessing that was the farm girl she walks up hearing some of the conversations

“Your boys showed up at the hotel the same time as we did.” Her eyes instantly start sweeping over them, seeing Jax knee torn up she feels her anger start to rise “Almost ended up in a hood slaughter. We convinced them that we'd finish her off.” she glances at the small blonde, she doubts that Jax planned to actually kill her. “So, what we need now is a digit and a tiny titty to prove it.” She couldn't help but snort. The fuck. She understood a thumb but a fucking Tit? Nero didn't seem half as amused “Ah, Jesus Christ.” She steps closer as Jax asked the question on her mind “How'd they know where she was?” she could hear everyone's wheels turning, but seems Nero already knew “There's only one other person who knew.” She watched him glance over at the woman she had seen there before. She never liked the vibes she felt from her, guess her bullshit radar was still fine tuned. She yanks her silenced Glock from her back holster and aims it at the woman head as she shoves past everyone. “Tried to kill my men when I'm already burying one today. I should blow your brains out the back of your dome, you no neck bitch.” She is yanked off her feet by Juan as Chibs snatches her Glock from her hand her arms are swinging as she snarls “Old WWF China looking bitch. Let me at her.”

She watches the woman step close to Nero “I was protecting you. If your crew found out what you did, they'd crush you. They'd ruin everything that we've built.” She calms somewhat against Juan when she sees Nero isn't having any of her shit “Where do you get this "we" shit from? We haven't built anything. Sorry. I never would've sent you guys to get her if I would have known.” that's the last she hears as Juan steers her towards the clubhouse, she let him sit her on the couch while he goes to make her a drink. She stares off to the side, maybe she went a little overboard. She knew the guys could handle themselves, but they were her brothers, her boys in her mind. And to know she could have lost Jax and Chibs today because of that bitch, it made her see red. She silently takes the drink from Juan, leaning into his side as she calms down. It's a good fifteen minutes before either of them speak, she feels Juan's chest rumble, which quickly turns into a full-on wheezing chuckle. Making her look up at him in confusion “She does kinda look like a Hispanic China from WWE.” She couldn't help but cackle, leaning onto her husband chest she lets him hold her as they both try to calm their laughter. It felt good to laugh after the night before and today's events. It eased some of the sadness, she knew Opie wouldn't want them sad forever, she knew he would want them to say goodbye and keep pushing.

She and Juan are pulled from their small moment of happiness by Bobby, sitting up they turn toward the door as he calls their names “He's here.” she expected the cloud that had been following them all day to return. Sure she felt sadness, grief but nothing as crippling as she expected. Nothing would bring Opie back, all they could do now is say goodbye and honor him in their day to day lives. She and Juan walk outside hand in hand along with Jax, Bobby, Tig, her father, and Chibs. She sees Phil pull up and knows they Lyla is with him on the tow truck. Walking over to the black coffin she leans her head down to press a kiss to it. Before walking over to the truck, she sees Lyla standing at the back, her arms across her small torso. She had never seen her friend look so broken or small, she stands before the woman as she stares at the guys as they carry opies coffin inside. She lets Lyla practically throw herself at her, wrapping her arms around the crying woman she kisses the side of her head as she rocks them from side to side.

A hand on her back lets her know they aren't alone, she turns her head to see Jax. She gently hands Lyla off to him, her hand rubbing Lyla's back as she stands next to them. No one needed to speak, nothing they could say would soothe a woman who lost someone she loved, sure Opie and Lyla had been distant these last few months but to the core, they had love for each other. She holds Lyla's hand as they walk in, she could see them taking the lid off the coffin and she mentally steels herself. She would cry later, right now Lyla needed her, she gets her first glimpse of her fallen brother and her heart shatters. His normally tan skin is pale and the gash on his forehead tells of his death. She will admit that they did right by him, he looked asleep, she wished he was sleep. She didn't realize the guys were filling out around them until Juan and her father kiss her cheek in passing, still, her eyes never left Opie. She goes to release Lyla's hand but the woman grips her hand, silently telling her not to leave. She grips back in reply, Lyla stares down at the body of her husband and cries as Jax speaks to her “Take all the time you need.”

She hears the door open but before Jax can leave Lyla speaks for the first time since arriving “What do I do Jax? How do I raise three kids alone? I can barely cover me and Piper. How do I care for those kids and earn a living?” Lyla turns to face Jax as he closes the door, she watches him as he seems to gather his own thoughts “Just like every other single mother. You get help friends, family.” Lyla sighs, leaning into Joys side “My mom lives two hours away; I don't have family up here.” Jax walks over to the window into the clubhouse, opening the blinds he holds a hand out to Lyla “Let me show you something.” Lyla releases her hand to grabs Jax's, she walks behind them and sees a flood of people carrying food, flowers and moving tables around. Her heart floods with warmth, this was the family no one saw when they thought of the sons club. This was what had saved her dad and her now husband…..this love. “That's your family. Anything you need, you just ask. Anyone says no, they answer to me.” She wraps an arm around Lyla's shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek “And me.”

Once Lyla had her time with Opie she mingled with everyone. Oddly enough spending most of her time with Joy's father, Hap and Lyla had found a spot away from everyone to talk and if she thought deeply enough about it, it made some sense. Her father had lost his wife, did what had to be done to put food in her mouth and clothes on her back. If anyone could help her friend find her feet, it was her dad. She is outside making sure everyone knows where to go when Tara arrives, just as Wendy, who she hadn't even realized was there through all the commotion, was leaving. She quickly runs for the office door as it is slammed shut by Gemma. She catches Gemma holding Tara against the wall and quickly yanks the woman off Tara “Fuck is wrong with you two?!” she sees Gemma’s eyes on the window where she knows Nero’s assistant is “You want to protect Jax? Wendy ain't the one you should worry about. Dora the Whore-a in there she almost got him killed today. That's why he laid down that bike. He's lucky to be alive.” she knows exactly what Gemma is doing, she glares at the woman as Tara stares through the window from the office into the Garage, “He said he got cut off.”

She sighs, damn Jax and his idiotic want to keep Tara out of shit. She glares as Gemma stands at Taras' shoulder, like the fucking devil in her ear “Yeah. Cut off by bangers trying to run his ass over. That bitch, she set it up. Come on. I'll prove it.” Tara states at her as Gemma heads for the door, she nods letting her know it's true, as they both head in she leans into Taras' ear as Gemma tells the guys to punch out and close the door “Whatever you hear do not engage. If shit goes down I'll handle it. Do you trust me?” Tara nods and goes around the end of the cars in the garage, far from Gemma side as she stands toe to toe with Caral. “I was just telling my daughter how you almost got her husband killed today.” she watches the other woman laugh “Now that's shit.” Joy scuffs steps up next to Gemma “So you didn't call Nero’s crew knowing Jax was gonna get the girl to safety, knowing they just might kill my guys for interfering…...or did you just think they would shake on it and be on their way.”

Carla curls her lips “ Listen, this is none of your goddamn business little girl.” she turns to Gemma, charging her as she shouts “and you don't get to come at me” she takes a step back as Gemma hauls off and punches Carla, but it doesn't seem to faze the woman much, Carla stares Gemma down, blood dripping from her mouth and teeth and she takes off her dangle earrings “You stupid old whore.” Carla charges Gemma again, getting her hands around Gemma throat Joy watches and Gemma struggles. Seems she bit off more then she could chew, she is shocked when Tara snatches a tire iron from one of the racks and hits Carla in the back of her thigh. Carla quickly turns on Tara punching her in the face but Tara comes back for more. Having seen enough Joy runs up behind Carla using the butt of her Glock she cracks the woman on the head. Watching her drop like a sack of potatoes she put her gun away. Looking at Tara she glares “I told you to fall back. Your leg is healing but if Carla noticed you would have been back at the hospital.”

She turns on Gemma, getting into the older woman's face she shouts “And you need to act your god damned age. The only reason you got Tara involved was so if this gets back to Nero your hands are clean. Today is Opie's fucking wake and you have nothing better to do than settle a fucking score with this whore. Grow up, Gemma. Because if you try to pull anything like this again I'm taking it to Jax, I'm done with your puppet master mentality.” She shoves past the older woman, ignoring Tara as she calls after her. She was done trying to make Tara understand not to trust Gemma. She sees Rat and V-lin smoking outside the garage doors “Clean up in there and set the woman on the couch. Get her aspirin and water for when she wakes. Keep her away from Phones when she is awake.” both men nod as she walks off, Juan catches her by the bikes and asks what's wrong “We need to go home and change for the wake. I'll fill you in when we get there.” she tosses her keys to him, sitting on the back of her bike she gives him a bone-tired look “Can you drive?”

Later that night

Everyone had their moment with Opie, she and Juan had decided they would go separately since they both had their own memories of him. Once Juan had come out, his eyes wet and his nose red she had wipes his eyes and kissed his lips before walking past him to go inside. She knew he and her father were watching her, she would not crumble. Standing over the coffin she sees all the things people had laid inside, from crosses to drinks, small thing that's made them think of or remember Opie. She had two, lifting his hand she tried not to flinch at how cold he felt she laid under it the cap from the beer bottle of the first day he told her of Donna. The day they spent hours on the roof, sharing their lives and the day he threw her the lifeline she needed to wait for Juan and her father. She stares down at the body of one of the best men she had the honor of knowing and just spoke to him “I'll keep my promise. I'll keep Lyla and the kids safe and whole. I'll stand in your shoes and keep Jax's head above water as best i can. All I ask is that you watch over my kids once i have them as their guardian angel. They will know you, Opie, I promise. Say hi to mom and Piney for me please?”

Reaching into the inside pocket of her cut she takes out a picture, it was one of the pictures of her and Opie at her wedding, she had asked him to forgive Jax and he had kissed her forehead as they danced. Someone had thankfully caught that moment. She had her own copy at home so this one would forever rest with him. She slides it between his hand and the beanie she knew Bobby had put there, kissing her fingertips she presses them to his cold cheek “I love you Opie.” She turns to leave, seeing Juan waiting right outside the door for her she walks into his arms. Letting him grip her tightly as Bobby went to go get Jax from his place on the roof, Jax would be the last to say his goodbyes. Letting Juan and her father calm her cries down to sniffles she takes her place by the bar with them. Down a shot to calm her fragile nerves, she sees everyone standing, and she knows Jax's is here. Standing before Juan she lets him wrap her in his arms, his warmth and silent support gave her the strength she needed to watch Jax walk into the room Opie was held. Knowing this was the hardest goodbye Jax would ever make they all walk in behind him. Originally Phil had been asked to be a pallbearer, but he had declined his place so Joy could do it and she was forever grateful to the large man. Standing between her silently crying husband and father she holds their hands tight as she watching Jax slide a photo into Opie's chest pocket. Releasing small families hands she slides her black glove on she stands at the foot of the coffin, with Juan and her father on either side she helped them lift the coffin from the table. As Jax walks before them they raise the coffin high onto their shoulders, she had to hold her hands over her head because of her short stature, but it worked as they walked out. People around them raised their glasses in the toast to the fallen giant encased inside the box as they walked passed. She felt Clay following behind, as much hate as she held for the man she would not deny his right to walk with them, Opie had been a son to him despite Clays killing of his wife the man had loved Opie. In his own way.

Once they make it outside they slide the coffin into the hearse, stepping back she feels her father and Juan at her back. Both the taller men's foreheads coming to rest on her shoulders as they finally let their emotions go. She had her time to release her emotions, this was theirs, surrounded by the club and family no one would fault these men for tears. She feels a hand slide into hers, looking down she sees Tigs hand gripping hers as he stares at the coffin, she silently grips his hand. Letting him know she was there for him. As Jax closes the door to the hearse everyone slowly begins to head inside until no one is left but herself, Juan, her father, and Lyla. Feeling her father lift his head from her shoulder she watches him walk over to Lyla, wrapping her up in a hug that lifts the sobbing woman from the concrete she knows her father will help Lyla heal along with the club…...she just prayed to her ever was listening that the road to healing wouldn't be paved with more blood.

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A Song for You

A/N : This took a while I know but it was honestly hard to get out. Thank you for waiting. also sexy time ahead ill put this (***) before and after so you can skip if you want. Thanks for reading.

Chapter Fifteen

Joy POV

Juice POV

Joy POV

Juice POV

Time Jump

Next morning

Joy POV

Time jump

Later that night

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