Author Notes
This fiction will be co written by JJ and Crystal.
We have created Original Characters and a MC The Angels Of Mercy Motorcycle Club (AOM MC)
The setting for the story is just as Season Four starts with most of the SOA being released from Stockton prison and from there we will be changing the storyline and bringing in an AU spin.
Dramatis Personae
Angels Of Mercy MC New York
Sal Angelino (Club President)
Angels Of Mercy Charming
Angel Angelino (President)
Adam 'crash' Valenteen (Vice President)
Thomas 'Mossie' Byrne (Sgt At Arms)
Jimmy 'Shades' Varron (Treasurer)
John 'Smack' Doolin (Secretary)
Gino 'Ginger' Nicoletti (Road Captain)
ONE
The sound of the Harley Davidson motorcycles filled the air; the revving of each engine created a sweet harmonious song. They were close. In the centre of peaceful downtown Charming, California, a blockade of motorcycles covered the width of the entire street. The scene was intimidating to say the least. Atop of each of the custom bikes sat a man with a face devoid of any emotion, and stone cold eyes which stared straight ahead. There was only one figure in the crowd who's features, and expression differed, she sat on her bike with her long dark hair flowing freely, and while her eyes were a deep intense blue, they too were as stone cold as the men's, a sly smirk was spread across her full lips . All the men and the woman remained seated on their motorcycles, except for one. He stood at a good five paces before the bikes, hands at his side, feet shoulder width apart, his long shoulder length salt and pepper hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. While it was clear he was one of the older men in the blockade, he was truly the most intimidating man present.
His stature was very tall standing at least 6'2", broad shoulders, and his build was solid muscle. While his face was handsome with well defined chiselled features, like the others behind him, his eyes, which were almost black, were stone cold, and no emotion was present. He stood, just waiting for the approaching motorcycles to arrive.
Clarence 'Clay' Morrow led the pack of motorcycles as they rode in formation. Being the president of the Sons Of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, gave him one of the two front spots. The other was taken by Jackson 'Jax' Teller, Clay's number two, his Vice President, and also his step son. They had just completed a fourteen month stretch in Stockton State Penitentiary for gun running charges. They served time with other members of the crew. Filip 'Chibs' Telford and Harry 'Opie' Winston remained on the outside running SAMCRO in their absence. Opie and Chibs had met their brothers earlier that day at the prison gates, with a few club prospects. The prospects had served their purpose riding the bikes to Stockton for Clay and the others. Now they rode in the black unmarked vans which followed behind, only patched SAMCRO members rode the Harleys as they sped towards Charming. They turned the corner and saw the blockade halfway down the street. Morrow and Teller eyed each other quickly then turned their focus back toward the blockade, they were fast approaching.
The riders of the blockade all sat up straight at the sight of the bikes entering the street. The man standing raised his massive arms, clasped his hands together and then cracked his knuckles. He tilted his head from side to side; the sound of cracking could be heard again. Sal 'Skull' Angelino watched the bikes approach, and for a moment it looked like they were going to attempt to ram their way through, but at the last minute the bikes started to slow and finally came to a stop.
As the bikes approached Clay could make out Sal Angelino was the man who stood in the road. Dread filled his very being; the Skull didn't just call around for coffee and a chat. Fuck, the Skull didn't set road blocks up unless he wanted to guarantee that his message was heard. Clay stopped his bike at roughly five paces from where the man stood. He shut down the engine, removed his black helmet, and just sat on his motorcycle starring at the welcome committee.
"Wait here son" he commanded looking over at Jax. Clay could tell by the scowl on his face Jax wasn't pleased to be remaining behind, but shit the last thing he needed was him up in Sal's fucking face. Plus he saw her in the crowd, why Sal couldn't leave the damn bitch at home where she belonged was beyond him.
Clay took a quick body count and saw that with the prospects in the van, he had more guys than Sal, but really what Clay had were just numbers, AOM guys were tough. Shit some of them made even Tig and Happy look like a couple of God damned day care workers. Even with fewer men, Sal still outnumbered. Realizing he had already sat on his biker longer than he should he slowly got off and then walked the five paces towards Sal. Those five paces felt like walking the green mile for Clay. He stood before Sal, removed his sunglasses and looked the man dead in the eye.
"Sal, it's good to see you, I didn't expect you to travel all this way to welcome me home." Clay gave the man a hearty smile as he attempted what he knew was a feeble joke.
Sal stood watching Clay, his face unchanged in appearance, not even a hint of amusement at Clay's attempt at humour. Sal had a sense of humour, a good one, but only at the right time, with the right people, and this was neither.
"Clay, it's been a long time. I can assure you we are not here to welcome you home in that manner. We don't do the meet, and greet festivities. " Sal turned gesturing to his guys, then turned back to face Clay. "I thought it better we come face to face like this than at your clubhouse. I won't keep you long, I'm sure you want to go fuck your wife." Clay's face dropped for a moment he knew Sal was taking a dig at him. "I'm moving a charter into Charming, my daughter Angel, will be president. This is a heads up, for old time's sake" Sal looked into Clay's eyes as he spoke the words.
At first Clay couldn't form any words, which for him was both unusual, and on this occasion lucky, rash words at a time like this could land him in a lot of trouble. Finally the words came.
"Sal, Charming isn't really big enough for two MCs, there ain't enough opportunity for both of us. We've pretty much stamped out drugs and prostitution, the real action is guns, and we deal with Irish. Stockton, Oakland maybe, you'd have more business opportunity there brother." Clays throat went dry as he finished the words knowing Sal was a non-negotiator.
Sal raised his brow and a deep laugh bellowed out, the sound echoing through the small downtown street. He turned towards his guys, and they all started to laugh too. When he turned back to face Clay his laugh was gone and his face was as hard as stone.
"No current drug dealers, means no competition. No prostitutes mean no pimps to remove. Clay, you've created the perfect open market for us. We don't need to go to war with anyone in order to take their turf." Sal nodded his head "There's plenty of opportunity, brother."
Clay watched the bikers all laughing and felt the rage building in the pit of his stomach. They were standing on the streets of Downtown Charming in SAMCRO territory making them look like fucking fools. Not to mention his own crew behind him were all looking to see how he would handle this situation. Clay and the MC had been through too much shit, and even though this was Sal Angelino standing in front of him he wasn't going to tolerate it a moment longer.
"You're forgetting about the Sons Of Anarchy. We won't allow this to happen. We've fought hard to keep Charming clean, earn respect, and this is our turf." Clay straightened his stance, and clenched his large fists together as he spoke the words.
Sal didn't react immediately, and Clay was unsure if he was perhaps considering the words he just spoke, or if the silence meant they were all screwed. Finally after what seemed like eternity Sal stepped closer to Clay and they were face to face.
"Clay, if you're telling me that you want a war." Sal paused for a moment giving Clay a look of disapproval, "I can give you a war of the likes that your MC has never seen. Understand this it won't be some long drawn out shit, it will be swift, bloody, and you won't have a chance in hell of winning." Sal clapped his hands.
All around the group of biker's windows started opening in the buildings, and various weapons, ranging from hand guns, assault rifles even sniper rifles were visible, all being aimed at the SOA bikers.
"I can pretty much wipe you all out right now, Clay. I haven't come here to ask for permission, or to negotiate terms. I am Sal Angelino, I don't ask, or negotiate, ever. I've come here today to inform you what will be happening. The Angels Of Mercy have buried bigger MC's than the Sons Of Anarchy Clay, you know this. Don't act fucking stupid. Killing you all here, right now would be simple, none of you are armed, couldn't risk that being fresh out of prison, right?" Sal laughed at him as if he were a pathetic individual. "Clay you should be grateful I don't see you as a big enough threat to concern myself with." Sal smiled then turned his back on Clay as if he were nothing, and slowly walked the five paces towards his custom built bike, as he motioned for his crew to start their engines. They quickly disappeared into the distance.
The rest of the ride to Teller-Morrow Automotive was uneventful, the bikes pulling onto the forecourt and then lining up in their parking spots. Gemma Teller-Morrow and Tara Knowles watched the bikes park up, both with huge smiles on their faces. Gemma married to Clay and Tara the girlfriend of Jax, the men had been missed.
The reunion was quick, with Jax meeting his son, Thomas for the first time, who perhaps he thought was the luckiest of them all, unaware of the storms on the horizons. He heard Abel's laugh reached down to hoist him up in his arms, and finally made his way Tara giving her a kiss. Their lips barely had time to meet before his mother Gemma barged between them demanding a hug, once satisfied she turned to Clay, and finally made rounds to greet the other men. Clay announced an emergency meeting to be held in the Chapel, immediately. Barely out of jail two damn hours and already there was not time for a reunion that each of them needed. Tig grumbled slightly as he put his cigarette out, and Clay eyed him, adding that dick needs could, and would wait. The patched members walked through the clubhouse doors and into the room they all knew as the Chapel. Each taking their seats around the large Red Wood table, which had the Reaper carved into it. Jax took his seat to the left of Clay for the first time in fourteen months.
He reached out touching the bit of carved wood in front of him with his finger tips, before lighting a cigarette, and inhaling deeply. This was not the reunion he had envisioned all those months he was in the Stockton, but he imagined it wasn't the reunion any of the other members had envisioned either, Clay included. Jesus Christ, he thought if it wasn't always something, one fire stomped out to simply have another blaze up.
Clay sat at the head of the table, picking up the gavel and folding his large fingers around it which ached in protest. He refused to show the club members he was in any pain as he slammed it down loudly on the wood calling the meeting to order. Once he sat the gavel back upon the table he looked first at Chibs, then at Opie.
"There anything you guys want to say, has there been any AOM presence while we were inside?" The irritation was evident in his voice as he spoke. He didn't like to be caught with his pants down around his ankles, especially in the middle of his town.
Chibs and Opie looked at each other before finally Chibs spoke up.
"Aye, we thought it was nothing, just a group of them passing through, we didn't see them coming at us like this" The Scot said looking at his President who was glaring at the table. He would have felt better if they had made eye contact as he spoke the words.
Clay nodded his head and kept his vision on the table for the time being. Jax looked around the room acknowledging each of the members with eye contact before speaking.
"We need to try and arrange a sit down, we can't just allow them to roll on into Charming and start dealing drugs and pussy on the streets."
There were many nods of agreement around the table as Jax finished his words. Even though he was young Jax had earned the respect of his brothers. Many faces were looking to the head of the table for the answers. Clay had been President since John Teller, Jax's father, died unexpectedly in a biking accident. He'd seen many troubles, and got the club through them all. Clay knew all heads were turning to him for answers, but he continued to sit silently, deep in thought about The Angels Of Mercy, he knew this was like no threat they had ever faced before. Clay definitely wasn't clueless in regards to Sal, and knew exactly what he was capable of. For the first time Sons of Anarchy were outmanned, outgunned, and shit out of luck. Clay knew Jax was right, a sit down was needed, and one of the few options that they had, but Clay also knew the chances were slim that anything productive would come from the meeting. Once Sal Angelino made his mind up, the devil himself couldn't change it, and the devil himself also knew to get the fuck out of the way.
"Maybe it won't be too bad, I mean he's letting a chick run the charter." Alex 'Tig' Trager, Sgt At Arms, spoke up. "I mean really guys a chick? Shit, everyone knows a chick can't run an MC. Best she sticks to something she does know like maybe sucking a dick." He chuckled along with a few others, and took a long drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke into the air.
Jax raised his brow and smirked at Tig's comment.
"Good luck trying to deal with Angel on a good day brother, when period week arrives every month." Jax let out a whistle "Believe me; you don't want to be around her."
Tig looked over at Jax eyeing him curiously. "You seem to know her pretty well, brother." He locked eyes with Jax, arching his brow waiting for further explanation.
Jax nodded and reached over to take a drag of his own cigarette before sharing his information on Angel with his brothers. Clay rolled his eyes, and shook his head as Jax began his stroll down memory lane.
"I had a thing with her when I was younger, at a bike rally, seen her fuck some girl up just for commenting that I looked good. When Angel sees something as hers brother, you don't take it, fuck with it, look at it, or anything else she don't want you doing with it." Jax looked Tig square in the eyes, "Oh, and brother that was just when we were younger. That crew of his, shit they all dote on her. She's like some kind of damn Princess as far as they're concerned." Jax sat back in his seat sighing deeply.
Opie spoke up next, "Jax is right that crew has raised her. I remember Angel from that rally." He looked over at Jax briefly before continuing, "Word on the street is she put rounds in a few men's head about 5 -6 years back. Pulled the trigger like a damn man, and didn't even flinch, and I hear the bitch has been on a killing spree ever since. Some kind of sick fun for her," Opie sat back shaking his head as he stroked his long beard.
The room went silent for a few minutes while everyone took in the information they had just heard. This really wasn't the typical behaviour they were used to dealing with from a woman. A couple of members thought maybe Jax should talk with her, since they had a history together. A few however thought that history could possibly make matters worse, and felt Jax should just stay away. The fact remained that this chick seemed like bad news. If she was anything like her father, which from Opie's and Jax's brief account, it sounded like she might be following those footsteps, Charming was in for one hell of a bumpy ride. Clay finally broke the silence.
"Brothers, we have only two choices here. One, we just let them into Charming and try to keep out of their way" He glanced around, and was met with a lot of unhappy faces. "Two we go to war and stop them from coming here" Again he looked around observing his brothers.
"We'd lose brother, we don't have the resources" Bobby Munson, one of Clay's trusted advisors and club secretary spoke up.
Clay looked at him and slowly nodded he knew this comment was most likely true.
"You may be right, but I think we have to at least try" Clay responded realizing as he spoke the words, the outcome of this battle was probably already predetermined.
Happy sat in his seat, moving the cocktail stick around his teeth with his tongue. He looked at Clay he wasn't one bit intimidated by Sal or his prissy ass daughter.
"The Nomads, I was a Nomad for a long time, some of those guys are crazy, if we bring them to Charming that would be a good boost for the fight."
Heads nodded around the table, including Clay's.
"Well if the vote goes that way, I'll make some calls. Now we need to vote this shit. Going to war against the Angels Of Mercy, Yea or Nay? I vote yea." Clay told the table then glanced to the right at Tig.
Tig sat there thinking it over for a moment, still trying to digest the fact a fucking chick was going to run an MC. He could feel his dick growing hard with anticipation of the fun he would have teaching Angel 'Princess' Angelino that she should set her aspirations a little lower like say around his crotch.
"Yeah"
Happy looked around the table before making his decision, after a moment nodding his head. The old man and his daughter wanted a fight he'd carve them up for dinner.
"Yeeaahh"
Opie took no time to think immediately he slammed his hand onto the tabletop.
"Yeah"
Being the newest member to the table Kozik thought it best to follow the current trend being set.
"Yeah"
The eyes in the room fell on the other founding member at the table, Piney, Opie's father, he slowly shook his head.
"I won't sign our death warrants, No."
Clay nodded his head, he anticipated this from Piney. Juice looked into Piney's eyes as he said no, and then looked back toward Clay.
"Yes"
This vote gained the majority, but the rule was every man is entitled to his vote, so the voting continued until the end. Chibs shook his head.
"Piney's right, this is fuckin' madness, no" he sighed knowing that at this stage his vote meant shit.
Bobby placed a hand on Chibs shoulder, and then turned his gaze towards Clay.
"Chibs is right, it is madness brother, but allowing them to come without putting up a fight, that's crazy, yeah."
Jax sat for a moment, his face sombre; he glanced around the room, locking eyes with Opie. Since Donnas' death he seemed hell bent on self destruction. Jax felt war was the wrong answer; he had Tara and two sons to take care of. He briefly thought about the many promises made to Tara to get out of the life, a war was not the way to do that.
"No, this is a mistake brothers, I hope you're all prepared for this table to lose numbers"
