Mass Destruction

Chapter 21

With Phil the prospect driving, Corrie finds herself in the passenger seat of her own car frustrating her to her core. Abel is happily tucked in his car seat on the backseat.

"Where to Miss Winston?"

"Graveyard please" Corrie mutters, turning around in her seat to check on Abel, he's still playing with his toy car.

"Alright Miss Winston"

Corrie sighs, "Do I look like my mother?"

Phil splutters out a 'no'

"Then please don't call me Miss Winston again"

"Okay" he smirks, "uh, Corrie"

He parks the car when they reach the memorial site and Corrie thanks him. He gets out and takes the wheelchair out of her boot, then help her out.

"Is this really necessary? I'm not a cripple"

"Jax's orders, sorry"

She rolls her eyes and sighs as he puts her in the chair, he then gets out Abel and puts him in her lap.

"You know I got shot in the abdomen, I didn't lose a leg"

"Jax told me the doctor said you're not allowed to walk so I have to give you a ride with the wheelchair"

"I'm gonna kill Jax"

He chuckles, "where to?"

"Her grave's just a few tombs on the right"

He nods and the three ride to Donna's grave. "Can you give me a few minutes please?"

"Yeah sure" he walks away with Abel in his arms. Corrie sighs and stares at Donna's grave

"Hey best friend" she whispers, "I miss you so much"

"Things haven't been good since we lost you" Corrie whispers, "Piney's dead, I got shot hence the bodyguard, the club's in the drug mulling business. I trust Jax, I do, but God how are we gonna survive this? On a brighter note, Kenny and Ellie are doing well. They're happy, despite missing the hell outta you. Me too, I'm happy with Jax and Abel but I miss you. You were my best friend, ever since we were babies, I love you Donnie. I love you so much. More good news Don, Clay is finally paying for what he's done. Jax and the guys are... doing what needs to be done"

**

The prospect drives us back to the club house, the bikes are still gone. I sigh and get out before he can get the wheelchair out.

Gemma walks up to me with a smirk, she takes Abel out of the car, "You had a nice visit sweetheart?"

I nod, "The guys not back yet?"

"Not yet. Let's get you inside, Chucky made chili"

I smile and she leads me inside. I sit down on the couch and take Abel from Gemma. I kiss his cheek as he smiles at me. His chin is wet from spit so I clean it up with his bib and hand him his toy gun. "You want to play in your pen baby?" I ask him and stand up with him in my arms before anyone can object. It frustrates me to my core that they won't let me take care of my kid.

I settle Abel in his pen and make sure he's supported and surrounded with all his toys. Gemma hands me a bowl of chili and sit down across from me. "You good?" I ask her, she smirks, "I'm always okay. Clay was a son of a bitch who used to cheat on me, good lay, and sometimes a good old man. But let's face it, we weren't the romantic type every little girl dreams of."

"He was still your old man."

"He's still the one who killed the founder and co-founder of this club"

I hear the bikes all come into the lot and wait for the guys to walk in. Tig and Chibs are the first to walk in, followed by Juice; Opie and Bobby.

"How'd it go?" Gemma asks

Bobby sighs loudly, "Irish made a deal with Clay, we have to follow through with it or they take away our business."

My heart plummets in my chest making it hard to breathe, "Clay's alive?"

"Sorry doll" Bobby kisses my cheek and Gemma's. She's still shell-shocked, I squeeze her hand and stare at her. She looks distraught and scared, "Clay's alive"

Jax storms into the club house, "Chapel now"

He walks in and the guys follow him, "what do you think is gonna happen?" I ask Gemma.

"Best case scenario, the guys can come up with a way to get Clay to disappear or die, worst case scenario, Clay stays in this club as a patch and still gets to control the gun business Jax wants to get out of"

**

Church ends a few hours later, I'm still in the same place I was before chapel started, Jax walks up to me and picks up Abel. He sits down next to me and I kiss his temple.

"You heard?"

"I did. I'm sorry baby" I tell him, stroking his short hair.

"We're having the patch over party tomorrow. You're coming right?"

"I wouldn't miss my baby becoming prez" I grin and he smirks. He kisses my lips.

"I want to go home, take me home" I whisper as he continues pecking my lips. He nods, "follow me with the car?"

"I will"

**

"Abel's asleep" I whisper to Jax and he nods. He takes Abel's carrier out of my hand and goes to put our baby in his room. I make myself comfortable on the couch and wait for Jax to join me.

Jax removes his cut and throws it on the chair in the corner, he sits down next to me and picks me up on his lap.

"I hate this, there's never a happy moment. Not even for 5 seconds. I really thought tonight you and I would celebrate that Clay is dead"

I sigh, I'm disappointed that Clay is still alive. I'm still wondering if he's going to be a threat to us again.

"You did all you could baby" I whisper to him, I bury my head in his neck

"I'll make this right"

I smile at his determination; one thing I won't ever doubt about Jax is his determination to keep his family safe.

"I know you will. You're going to be president, which is what you've wanted since you could ride a motorcycle. Now is your time to change the Sons, and get the club out of the goddamn cartel and guns. Clay doesn't have to be a member for long, and he doesn't have a final say anymore."

Jax looks at me, "I need him to be part of the club, the Irish don't trust me for shit. I need them to negotiate with Clay so we can finally get out of that business."

"When you're out of the gun business, what then?"

"Then I will scrape off his tattoos with my own goddamn knife."

I nod, "I love the man you are Jackson"

"I love you too"

I smile and kiss his lips softly, "you said there's not even 5 seconds of happiness, but there can be. Let's make a deal, no matter what happens in the club house, it'll never reach home."

"Sounds like a good deal" he whispers, "You want 15 minutes of happiness right now?" he asks suggestively.

I laugh, "Only 15?"

He smirks, "Little shithead"