Mass Destruction

Chapter 10

Their day comes to an end with a frantic phone call from Clay. Jax drops Corrie off at the club house and speeds off to wherever he's needed. Corrie immediately goes to Abel, he's awake and playful.

"Hey baby" She kisses his lips, he giggles and continues playing with his teddy resting on her lap.

"Hey girly" Piney sits down next to his daughter, he presses a kiss to her cheek.

"Can I tell you something?" Corrie smiles up at her dad. He nods his head and rearranges his oxygen tank.
"I'm meeting with Lowen tomorrow. I'm adopting Abel"

Piney smiles, "Good. Boy needs a good mother. I need to talk to you about something. I know Jax told you about J.T's manuscript, do you still have it?"

Corrie frowns, "uh Jax has it somewhere stashed"

"I have my own copy" Piney continues, "I need you to tell your boy it's time for a change. Clay's pulling them deeper into shit."

"What kind of shit pops?"

Piney smiles and presses a kiss to Corrie's temple, "I'll let you worry about that later"

He walks away leaving Corrie confused. She smiles at Abel who is looking up at her with loving blue eyes, "Hallo pretty boy, hi, hi" he giggles as she blows raspberries in his stomach.

**

"Drugs are not what we do Clay!" Gemma screams at her husband, Piney has just told her that the club is mulling for the Galindo cartel, a move extremely dangerous for SAMCRO and their families.

"You don't tell me what we do" Clay threatens her, he pushes her down on the chair, "Ever!"

Clay storms off and bumps into Corrie, "Sorry" She giggles

"Feeding the boy?" He states pointing to the bottle in her hand

"Yeah" She smiles unaware of the thoughts brewing in his head, "I'm putting him to sleep. Makes going home easier"

Clay nods, "Good luck going home"

**

It's midnight already, Jax still isn't home and Corrie is worried. She's always worried when he walks out of the door. Jax says she's neurotic, but with a job like his, she has the right to be.

There's a knock on the door and Corrie grabs the gun Gemma gave her, She loads it and walks cautiously to the door.

"Who is it?" She asks

"I'm a friend of J.T" It's a female voice, Corrie opens the door cautiously while still holding on to the revolver.

The blonde woman, probably Gemma's age, smiles at Corrie.

"You're Jackson's old lady?"

Corrie nods, "Corrie Winston"

The woman shakes her hand, "Maureen Asby. Can I come in? I'm harmless, I promise" The Irish woman points to the gun in Corrie's hand, the blonde smirks and puts the gun on the kitchen counter, "Can never be too careful"

"I hear ya."

Corrie gives her a cup of steaming coffee, and sips on her own, "I was only 13 when J.T died, can't really remember anything except that he was always making jokes"

Maureen chuckles, "He was a funny one, You say your last name is Winston, Piney Winston's daughter?"

"Yeah, can you please tell me why you're here and who you are?"

Maureen smirks, "I had a relationship with J.T, two years before he died. Gemma and Clay were getting closer and he feared for his life. He thought Clay was gonna kill him for trying to get the MC out of the gun business. He wrote me letters. I understand your boy is VP now, it's time he takes the gavel and follow in his father's footsteps"