Chapter 1
You could cut the tension at Teller/Morrow with a knife. Everything was on the line. The business, the club, and their personal lives. There had already been casualties. Chibs was in the hospital, Otto had lost an eye in prison, and now LuAnn. Tara couldn't take it, and Jax couldn't say he blamed her. Once the club business had started to affect her job she had to make a choice, her career, or him. For a while it looked like it would be him, but LuAnn's death made it a little too real for her. After a long talk he knew it, and then she was gone.
Jax went to the roof and was thinking….
At the shop, club business and shop business are, bad. Clay and Tig are thinking muscle will solve the Zobelle issues and the split between Clay and Jax have the club in tatters. While Bobby supports what Jax wants to do, he believes in the rules of the club, the order you follow, which has left Jax standing alone. Jax wants change to come to the club, he wants Clay and Tig to pay for what they have done, but first they have to solve the problem in front of them, and that is Zobelle. There are threats from several fronts, Zobelle is willing to ally with unlikely partners to achieve his goals. Jax knows he will burn these alliances later, but that doesn't matter to the rivals of Samcrow.
Jax thinks to himself the best way to get rid of Zobelle is to beat him at his own game. Find an ally he isn't expecting. Someone who in all appearances in so unlike Samcrow that Zobelle would never expect them to be the club's partner. Someone with the clout to put it to the league, but who has the legitimate businesses to put it to the league in a way that Ethan Zobelle wouldn't know they had a relationship with the club.
….Taking a long pull from the joint Jax opened his phone and scrolled through the numbers in his phone, looking for a little inspiration. He got 3 numbers down and there it was, her name. It was perfect. She had the power, the business, and the look. He flipped the phone closed and shook his head, dismissing the thought as quickly as it had come. She was going through her own personal hell. She wasn't going to be able to come help him with something like this.
Well, at least now he had an idea, now he just needed the right partner. Standing up, he started to head down from the roof. Just then his phone rang. Pulling it from his pocket he looked at the ID and flipped open the phone, "I was just thinking of you." He said to the caller.
"I knew there was a reason my ears were burning," she replied back. "No seriously I was calling to see if you were up to a visitor for a while. I was looking to get away from here for a while. Maybe we could meet somewhere."
"Well I would sure enjoy seeing you, but.." Jax paused. He could use her help, He could really use her help, but he hadn't talked to the club, and he wasn't sure she was up to this. He knew she would help if he asked, just like he would help her is she asked, but this was different, very different. She would be putting it all on the line, her business, her reputation, and probably her life.
"HEY!!! If I were standing in front of you I would snap my fingers in your face." She yelled in the phone. "But WHAT?"
"Sorry just was in my thoughts there for a minute, What if I said I might want to see you but it would mean you would be putting it all on the line to help me, to help us?"
Angie didn't even hesitate, she simply replied, "I'm on my way."