Living with the Club

Widening Gyre

Veronica sat amongst the Sons at the table.
She had her own seat this time, next to Juice. His hand rested on her thigh as they discussed the agenda for finding Jax's kid.
"Oswald's cargo plane unloads in Manchester. He's got a guy who can get us all the way to Stranraer. From there, we ferry to Belfast. Sam Bel's supposed to pick us up at the port. I got a call into McGee," Clay says.
"We still don't know if O'Neill can be trusted," Jax inserts his thought to the conversation.
"Well, I'll press McGee for that truth, but either way we got no choice. We need that charter."
"Okay, boys, now we're traveling with bond restrictions, right? No rockers. Our reapers are out there on the bar," Tig says.
"And travel light. If it don't fit on your back, don't bring it," Bobby adds.
"Right."
"Boys," Chibs says, entering the meeting.
"You reach out to Fiona?" Jax asks.
"Yeah, finally got through. That bastard O'Phelan's had her and my Kerrianne under lock down."
" She have any idea why Jimmy lied about Abel?"
"Sorry brother, she's not sure. She only knows that Jimmy plans to push against Kellan Ashby, something to do with Belfast SOA."
"The priest?" Juice asks, tightening his grip on Veronica's thigh.
"Yeah. Father Kellan Ashby. The real IRA consigliore."
"Kellan doesn't call any shots, but no shot gets called without his two cents," Piney says.
"Well, whatever it is, Jimmy doesn't want us in Ireland. He finds out we are there, we could be up against IRA heat," Jax says.
"Yeah, well, that's a risk we're gonna have to take."
Veronica leans back.
They dismiss, "you should go see Gemma before we leave," Juice suggests this when the club had left the room.
"I will."

Veronica walks into Gemma's room that is being guarded by the police officer.
"Hi, Gem."
"Veronica," she acknowledged from her bed.
"How are you holding up?"
"My grandsons been kidnapped and I'm going to jail, how do you think I'm holding up!"
"I should not have asked. I'm sorry all this is happening to you."
"Me too..me too" she sighs, relaxing slightly.
"Where is your man?"
"They got a call that a Lodi guy got taken out."
"That explains why Jax and Clay rushed our of here."
"Can you take care of my birds while we're in."
"Of course."
"Thank you. You're a sweet girl, Roni. I'm glad you stuck around for Juice even in this darkness that the club has at times."

"Meet us at the park," Juice called and told Veronica.
"Yeah, okay."
Veronica saw that the guys we're already talking to Alvarez as she approached.
She poked Juice lightly, trying to avoid attention.
"Hi, baby" he whispered.
He reached out his hand subtly and she slid her hand in his.
They watched as some of the Grim Bastards, Sons, and Mayans went to the bathroom to deal with the brown problem.
"How was Gemma?"
"As well as could be expected."
He nods, understandingly.
She leans into him, she pecks her cheek.
"I don't tell you this enough, I love you" he says, trying to maintain his tough biker man persona, but a smile peaked through.
"I love you too."

Veronica went back to the hopsital when she got a call from Tara a few hours later.
"We're breaking Gemma out so she can go to Belfast," Tara tells Veronica in a secluded room.
"Shit, Tara. Jax is gonna be so pissed."
"I don't care. I'm willing to help her. Are you?"
"Of course. Anything I can do."
"I'm gonna need you to distract anyone who starts asking too many questions when Gem starts siezing."
"Yeah, okay."
Veronica followed Tara out and did what she could as Gemma was led out of her room to an ice path.
"What the hell happened?" Uncer asks.
Tara was already gone.
Uncer looks to Veronica for answers.
"When I saw Gem she was fine. I'm not sure what happened to her."
Uncer looks at her like she's hiding something.
"We'll both find out soon enough. I'm sure she's fine."
A few minutes pass, Veronica paces and she hears the alarms go off. Gemma was officially on the run.
Uncer runs to do whatever he can do and Veronica looks at the clock. She runs toward the elevators, but is pushed out of the way by a cop, that is also pursuing Gem.
Veronica topples to the ground.
"Asshole," she mutters.
She picks herself up and grabs her phone. It's dead.
She goes toward the front desk.
She picks up the phone and dials Juice, it goes straight to voicemail.
She runs her hands through her hair.
She glances at the clock again, she knows she suppose to get to Oswald's to say goodbye to him at three, but the place was a forty-five minute drive and it was two-forty. She couldn't even make it there in thirty with no traffic. Roni wanted to scream, but she didn't.
He would leave and soon as he gets back, he'll be put in jail for awhile. There was no guarantee that he would get visitation either.
She calls Jax and he does answer.
"Veronica this really isn't a good time."
"Just tell Juice that I love him."
"Yeah okay."