Corrie flies out to charming Corrie/Dita/Sons

Jax smirked, "You bet. Deet, let's go over some stuff, shall we?" Dita nodded and walked out, leaving Opie and Corrie alone.

Corrie stood and walked over to be closer to Opie.

"Opie, I need to know about why you shot Clay. I need to know everything. Part of why I am here is to determine if we leave Clay to his fate."

Opie's face turned cold as he thought back to that night. His eyes stared straight ahead before he finally found the words that normally escaped him, "He had my old lady killed...then he killed my Pop."

Corrie felt the familiar mixture of anger and pain flair inside her and she clenched her fists so hard it hurt, "I need details where Piney is concerned. He was JT's best friend and the council is very angry."

Opie sighed, "I don't know everything...I know that Clay tried to make it look like the Niners, but Jax confirmed my suspicions...Jax knows everything though. To this day, I'm still in the dark."

She felt an odd link to Opie. She felt for him.

"Before I am done here you won't be anymore. You deserve to know. and if it's true the bastard will have no protection from the bad karma he's built up."

Opie looked up at her with emotion full in his eyes and face, an expression of pain, "I stopped fighting for the truth a long time ago, darlin'"

She looked deeply into his eyes, "I don't fight for the truth, lad, I demand it until it bleeds from the walls."

Opie smiled softly, "I like that in a lady."

Again Corrie blushed. She blew out a breath trying to not be so flustered.

"If what you say is true, I will make sure his arse is handed to you on a platter."

Opie smiled, standing up some, "Well, good. Hungry? I was thinking about grabbing some dinner in town."

She was suddenly aware of the hollowness in her stomach, "I would like that."

She slid her leather back on and followed Opie.

Opie handed her his helmet before leading her out to his bike, "Any requests?"

She secured the helmet over her mass of curls, "A really good burger? You'd be surprised how hard that is to find in Chicago."

Opie chuckled getting onto the bike, "think I've got the perfect place for ya."

Corrie hesitated for a moment and hoped Opie didn't notice. Touching was not something she was good at. Psyching herself into it she hopped on the bike and wrapped her arms around him.

"Good because I'm starvin."

As they pulled away she saw her Uncle watching them wide eyed.

Opie pulled up in front of the diner off of 237 twenty minutes later and offered his hand to Corrie, "Now this place has the best pub burgers around. Their milkshakes are good too."

She took his hand, hoping he couldn't feel the light tremor there, "Oh! I love milkshakes," she smiled wide like a child.

Opie smirked, "I personally like their PB&J shakes here. Great stuff."

Corrie wrinkled up her nose, "Seriously? Disgustin'."

She followed him inside.

Opie laughed, "Don't knock it until you try it."

She grimaced again and sat down in th booth across from him.

"How is the club doing?"

Opie sighed, "It's been stressful...Jax and Clay are always at each other's throats, Juice has been acting, well...weird, and it seems like there are always problems...one after another."

She sighed, "The boys in Belfast have said as much. We have to get you boys more stable or your operation will be in trouble. My Mum had a special place in her heart for the Sons after what they did for Unlce Philip. I'm going to do whatever I can to prevent the coucil turnin on ya."

Opie sighed, "I often wonder if it is too late to turn back. Things have gotten so crazy..."