Haven [Sons of Anarchy]

Chapter Eleven

All the guys were already at T-M when Hanna and Juice pulled up. Hanna unhooked her helmet and swung it back and forth on her wrist like a wrecking ball. Bobby raised an eyebrow at her, but at her scowl decided to keep his mouth shut. She was not in the mood to take anyone's bullshit.

Jax was on the phone and barely even glanced in Hanna's direction as she approached. He flipped the phone closed with such force Hanna thought it might snap and shoved it into Clay's hands. "Jimmy says he's not in Belfast."

Jax whirled on the van and punched, leaving a dent in the metal. Hanna winced. She hadn't considered Jax's temper when she decided to come along. Not that she was going to let him stop her. She was going with them if she had to tie herself to the top of the van.

"We'll find him," she said quietly.

Jax turned toward her. "You armed?" Hanna put a hand on her glock. He nodded and brushed past her. "Good. Let's go."

Hanna turned back to the rest of the guys, sure her face looked just as surprised as all of theirs. But she recovered quickly, raising an eyebrow. "You heard the man, let's ride."

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Halfway up Clay and Jax split off to grab Gemma. When they got to Canada, they were going to set Gemma up somewhere she'd be safe and out of the way of the ATF. The rest of the group went to drop some guns with the Rogue River charter. A few of the Oregon guys gave Hanna confused looks, but had the sense not to say anything out loud.

Hanna wished they would question her. She was itching for something to punch.

"We're gonna drop by Honey's and pick up some scrips for Happy's mom," Piney told them. "Bobby's coming, but we can meet the rest of you down the road."

Juice got on his bike, but Hanna bounced on her toes for a moment, considering. "She got xans?" Piney frowned. "I can't fucking sleep." He sighed and motioned for her to get in the van. "Meet you up there," she called to Juice as she climbed in the passenger seat.

They weren't too far from Honey's, but Piney didn't waste his time. "You want to talk?"

She grunted. "Not particularly."

Piney was quiet for a long time. Just when Hanna thought he was going to drop it, he spoke. "You can run away from your problems for as long as you want. It won't make them go away. In fact, they'll probably just be worse when you turn around and face them."

Before she could reply, they pulled into Honey's driveway. They weren't the only one's there. A pickup was parked out front and a scrawny guy was standing in the bed with a shotgun. "Looks like trouble." Hanna's fingers instinctively traced the grip of her pistol.

Piney nodded, throwing the van into park. "Let's go find Honey."

Happy and Bobby were right on their heels as they made their way into the living room. It was chaos. Overturned tables, dumped out drawers, shit everywhere. A couple of guys rummaged through cabinets, oblivious to the woman cowering on the floor.

Piney scooped Honey up and ushered them all into another room just as one of the guys fired his shotgun into the living room. "Who are those assholes?" Bobby asked once the door was firmly shut behind them.

"Just some shitbag crack heads who want to sell scrips," Honey spit. One of the guys yelled through the door asking where the drugs were. "Bite my ass, you inbred cocksucker!"

Hanna clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Honey motioned for them all to follow her into a hidden closet. "Jesus, you've got a whole pharmacy in here."