Later that night it was time for half sacks funeral. Many members from other charters had shown. Many other people along with people sack was in battle with. Many people in general. The streets in front the funeral home were packed full of people and bikes. The whole inside of the funeral home was packed. The turnout was unbelievable. All of samcro paid their respects to the casket. A full patched kutte laid on the top of his casket. Harley and Jax soon walked up to the casket. Harley's face stained with tears as she made her way up and bent down to her knees. She leaned forward and put her hands together in front of her face as Jax put his hand on the cut and have it a pat. Clay pulled the young woman in for a hug as she stood. She walked away leaving Jax and clay by themselves.
"Made it through Iraqi mine fields, only to get taken out in a damn kitchen" clay said with a sigh.
"How you holding up son?" He asked
"I'm ok. You talked to mom?"
"Yeah. This morning. She's good. Worried about her family." Clay responded
"She doesn't know about abel. She's take it on make it her burden. That wouldnt be helping anybody.
"Makes sense" Jax responded
"Makes sense for you too. Probably 40, 50 psyched watching us right now. We represent the past, present, and future of this club. Sure the sons are a democratic organization it everyone knows what happens in charming set the tone for every charter."
"And what's happening in charming?" Clay looked up to clay
"You tell me. These men behind us, they love you. And they understand your grief but they're also wondering what you're gonna do with it."
"That's my business" Jax responded
"No. It isn't. None of these guys are old enough to remember what happened to your old man. How he fell apart, lost focus when Thomas died."
"Yeah well I'm not my old man" Jax muttered
"I know that, but they don't. You gotta show me something. Make the hard choice son."
"And what choice would that be."
"Either Abel is dead and you want revenge. Or he's alive and you would kill to find him. And if you can't make that decision then you better get down on your hands and knees and pray for something to get you there. Fast." And with that clay walked away leaving Jax standing in front of half sacks casket to be absorbed in his thoughts.
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Abel was in fact alive and well. Cameron had managed to smuggle him into Belfast. He had brought Abel into Maureen's home, and Gemma was still with her dad and Tig.
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Back in charming the funeral was coming to an end when the crew had all walked outside. Jax's arm wrapped around Harley. Opie making his way to Lyla. A silver van had came through that no one had noticed and soon the doors opened and shots rang through the streets of the quiet town charming. Jax had pushed Harley to the ground and covered her. Opie did the same with Lyla as serval people had been shot and fell to the ground. Screams erupted. Hale stepped out and walked in front of the van shooting at them trying to stop him. The van ran straight over top of him and when everyone had realized what happened as the van was out of view Unser and Jacob Hale ran to him. One of the men from the van had fallen out and the cops were containing him. A young boy had been shot and killed. Jax ran into the street and pushed the cops away from the man who had been shooting. He was laying face down and Jax grabbed the mans head with both of his hands and began to bash the mans face into the ground. Harley watched as clay, Opie and Bobby pulled him off of the man. She felt bile rise in her throat at the scene unfolding in front of her. The blood from the mans busted and broken face. She grabbed her stomach instantly and bent over the curb and puked up everything she had previously eaten. She mentally cursed herself for puking in front of everyone but the pregnancy had given her a weak stomach. She raised up and wiped her mouth and looked around. Hale was laying in the middle of the road, dead and bloody. A mother clinging to the body of her dead son who had been shot. Chunky holding his arm where he had taken a blow. Cops running around frantically making sure everyone was ok. Jacob Hale was standing over his brothers body with panic etched across his face. Jax was standing there, chest heaving as he looked at the man he had just previously bashed into the ground. The man laying there groaning in pain with his hands cuffed behind his face and blood pouring from several places on his face. Along with all the samcro members standing back watching everything happen. Harley stood there with her hand on her growing belly as she looked around. This was probably one of the worst tragedies to happen in charming. A war had begun and things were about to get bloody. Jax's rage taking over him. He couldn't figure out what to do next. The funeral for the man who had saved his old lady and died fighting for son was interrupted by a shooting who killed innocent people. His son had been kidnapped. His mother was on the run, and Harley had been shot trying to save half sack. His world was crashing around him and he couldn't stop it.
