I had every intention in trying to change the clubs ways. Ever since reading my dads manuscript , I had started questioning the decisions the club was making . The club was heading down a path JT knew we couldnt come back from. Clay was VP at the time , was doing only what he thought was best, based on only two things. fear and greed. Clay's greed got the best of him. he loved dealing guns and the profit it was bringing in . Hell we all did. Before I found JT's book . I just did what I was told and helped back up presidental votes. I never snapped to any of it . But JT did before he died. He knew if the club never got out of guns . We'd be in further shit and we'd never get out. Reading his manuscript and journals I knew he wanted to get out and realized how desperate he was to get the club out, which is why. Clay killed him. although all the reports say it was an accident , I knew it was him.
Before I found out all of the true shit about JT, I started to believe the truth about the club more when tara came back into my life. I truly believed that she had meant to change me for the better. Her love for me was uncertained but I had come to a conclusion seeing her for the first time since she had come back . She had come back into my life to get me out.
when she lefted I admit. It hurt. But I didnt blame her. hell I knew she loved me back then seeing as she and I both got arrested three times. Thou to me getting arrested wasn't a big deal, Im guessing the 3rd arrest was the last straw for her .. Seeing as she broke things off a month after my ninetenth birthday and moved away.
After she left me . I started to focus more on the club. I got my patch As VP and committed my life to this club... As strange as it sounds I stayed away from women . As long as I could .
Once you get a taste of the type of women tara was .. You really don't just want any women in your life . You want THE woman you want to spend the rest of your life with.
I unfortunately never found another women like tara... Sure there was pussy ... All types practically thrown to me ... I was the son of the founding member of SAMCRO.. All the women wanted me ..
Especially Wendy a junkie croweater... She was one I didn't mind banging every night. She definitely was nice company to just talk to.
At the time I thought I loved her . I did what any man would do.. Made her an old lady.