One Rule

Chapter 14

I eventually passed out from exhaustion, and slept until about eleven the next morning. I got up and went to the clubhouse to go see Opie before I went to work. I needed to talk to someone about what I learned, and I knew he'd be at the clubhouse around that time of the morning. 

"Did you hear?" I asked, sitting down on the sidewalk next to the bike he was working on.

He nodded, "I did. I'm sorry Diana."

"It explains a lot," I mumbled. "I'm guessing Clay and Jax are on the warpath?" I mused. 

"We're going to be smart about this retaliation. We've got a plan. Clay is calling Tacoma down as we speak. They should be here in the next day or so," Ope told me. "I look for us to be in lockdown by the weekend."

"Good to know. I'll make sure I pack for it," I yawned.

Tig walked over while I was still sitting there. It looked like something was eating at him. "Can I ask you something?, Ope" he asked, looking down at us.

"Yeah?" Opie replied, putting his wrench down.

"The night that Donna died, why was she in the truck?" Tig asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him. What an odd question to ask, especially now that so much time had passed.

"I had to take the kids home," Opie replied. 

"Donna stayed to help Gemma and I clean up after Abel's homecoming party. She went out to get soap for the dishwasher," I explained.

Tig shook his head, "Man, she wasn't supposed to be there."

His words dawned on Opie and I about the same time. He was responsible for Donna's death. Opie was his feet in a heartbeat, and was beating the shit out of Tig. I got up and picked up the wrench off the ground. I stood there and watched as Opie continuously punched Tig in the face, and Tig didn't fight back.

"What did you do?" He screamed.

"Stahl made you look like a rat. We thought you'd turned. It was supposed to be you in the truck, not Donna," Tig moaned. "I'm sorry, so sorry."

Jax noticed what was happening, and ran over to pull Opie off of him. He was so preoccupied with Ope, that he didn't notice me. I stepped up to Tig and swung the wrench at his face, but someone caught my arm before I could connect.

"That's enough of that," Clay said, grabbing the wrench away from me. He also managed to plant himself between Tig and I so that I couldn't try anything else.

"What the hell is going on here?" Jax said, looking over at me.

"I finally know what you meant the other night," I spat.

"He killed Donna," Opie replied, struggling to get free.

"Everybody inside," Jax said, pointing toward the clubhouse.

"Can I trust you to behave?" Clay asked.

"Sure," I snarked. 

"Go," he pointed to the clubhouse.

Opie broke off from the group and ran for his truck. He sped off the lot before anyone could stop him. 

"He knows Stahl tried to set him up," I told Jax with a smirk on my face.

"Shit!" Jax swore, running for his bike. "You deal with her, and I'll stop him."

"Inside," Clay repeated.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes once my back was to him. I sat down at the bar and waited for him to follow me inside. I was about to get up when he came in and beckoned me into chapel. Tig walked by, back to the apartment.