Revenge is not about the greater good.
Disclaimer: Do not own the son's wish I did though but alas I do not. I merely borrowing them and make no money from this or any other story I write on this site.
A/N: Had an idea for a story when I heard Pope say to Jax that revenge is not about the greater good when they were discussing what Jax needed to have done to Clay. The rest of the club but Bobby refusing to go with his wanting Clay to meet Mr Mayhem.
Juice looked at the gun in his hand as he considered what Jax had told him to do, he did not want to do it but Jax had told him that is he did not then he would bring it to the table about him being a rat. Even though Jax had told him, in fact promised him, when he had first told him that he would never bring it to the tale if Juice did exactly what he told him to do and that was find proof that Clay was behind the home invasions.
Juice remembered that he had done so but Clay had discovered what he had done and hidden the proof somewhere other than where it had been hidden, so when he had brought Jax, Chibs and Bobby to the house and they had discovered that the evidence to bring Clay down for good had gone, Jax had then hit him, knocking him to the ground.
The worst part he remembered had been when Chibs had lifted him up off the ground and thrown him out of the door, telling him to get out of their sight. The look of hatred and disgust that Chibs had been in his eyes towards him had almost broken him, he had always been close to the Scotsman and the thought that Chibs wanted no more to do with him had almost been too much for him to bear.
The sound of a bike approaching brought Juice out of his musings and he placed the gun back in his cut as Clay pulled up, taking his helmet off as he got off of his bike.
"What are you doing here Juice?"
"Just thought I would come and say goodbye, I know you're leaving today."
Juice sweated as Clay searched his face trying to see if he was lying.
"You shouldn't be here Juice, Jax won't like it."
Juice shrugged and smiled his goofy grin as he watched the former prez.
"I know…Don't care."
Clay smiled as he headed into the house ahead of Juice unaware of the danger he was in. Juice following him as he tried to control the tremors in his hands, he felt himself sweating as he thought about what he was about to do, he knew he was going against a club decision but if he did not then he would not have a club or cut any more but if he did not do as Jax said then he would be lucky if he was able walk away with his life.
Clay was moving about the room as he picked up various items, placing them in a bag that he had already packed earlier that day. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Juice removed the gun once more from his cut, not feeling calm but not showing his feelings as he turned to face Juice, his eyes wearily watching the gun in Juice's hand.
"What you doing with that Juicy, you here to kill me?"
Juice pursed his lips together, chewed his lower lip as he aimed the gun at Clay, his eyes appealing to the older man to understand why he was about to do what he had to do.
"I'm sorry Clay but I've got no choice."
"We all have a choice son."
"Not this time."
Clay heaved a sigh as he stared back in weary defiance at Juice, shaking his head as he listened to Juice try and convince himself about what he was about to do. He knew that the club had voted against him meeting Mr Mayhem so he knew this was not sanctioned, this was Jax's doing and a part of him welcomed it but another part of him wanted to fight against it.
"Then you do what you got to do son."
Clay refused to look away as Juice brought up the gun, the gun that he had given to him just a few days before. He smiled as he thought that it was ironic that the gun that Juice was about to shoot and most likely kill him had been given to him by Piney.
Juice aimed the gun at Clay and really wished that the man would not look at him like that, in fact he would have preferred that Clay was not looking at him at all, it would make what he was about to do so much easier. Squinting his eyes, determined not to close them as he pulled the trigger and discharged the weapon.
xXx
Around the main room of the clubhouse the sons sat in a shocked silence, Sheriff Roosevelt had just paid them a visit. The man had positively smirked as he informed that his officers had been called to the house that Clay had been renting following an anonymous phone call stating that a single gunshot had been heard coming from the property. Upon entering, he had told them, his officers had found Clay slumped on the floor, a single gunshot between his eyes.
Jax got up from where he had been sitting at the bar and entered the chapel, wanting to be alone as he contemplated what he felt about Clay's demise but Bobby followed him, as Bobby sat down also at the Redwood table he watched the emotions playing across Jax's face.
"You have anything to do with this?"
"What you talking about Bobby?"
"Clay's shooting."
"No."
Bobby looked at his prez, he could see he was lying but without proof there was nothing he could do. For now he would have to be patient but he knew that when he had proof he would bring it to the table and Jax would have to pay for going against a decision of the club.