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"So you'll help me? " I asked staring at Unser.
"Look Kell, I get you wanna watch out for your cousin, but… you know you won't get outta here without tipping them off".
"I will if you HELP me." I stared intently at him.
"Fuck." The chiefs head hit the table, "How the hell do I always get pulled into the middle of this shit"
"Not you, actually…. Mirandez."
"Mirandez?" the question in his voice was concerning "How does she come into play"?
"It's simple Wayne, here's what we do….."
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I got into the cruiser and started out on the road towards Mammoth Lake. I watched carefully as the bikes around town passed. I didn't know if they were going to catch on or not, if they did… I was fucked. I hid my hair under my hat, and wore my dad's old aviator glasses. I left my brass in the center so I couldn't be tagged by the gold on my collar. Driving fast, with not sirens I thought hard about how I was going to actually find Jax, or if I would. I was jolted from my fog by a loud call over the radio.
"Car 15 to base, car 15 to base."
"Go Ahead car 15."
"Base, not sure what's going on, but 15 is experiencing mechanical problems."
"Copy 15, return to base."
"Rodger that base, be advised officer being tailed by multiple members of Sons."
"Copy that 15, sending additional escort cruisers, ETA 2 minutes."
"10-4 base. Will report when backup arrives."
The radio went silent, Mirandez had fallen right into the game we played, now knowing that she was being tailed by the escorts who were supposed to be watching me, I knew I was in the clear. The radio sounded again.
"Car 15 to base"
"Go Ahead 15"
"Escorts arrived, still being tailed, heading to garage now".
"10-4 15."
The next call made me smile, as the sound of bikes squealing tire behind the radio made the discovery of Mirandez driving my cruiser known. The old bait and switch, worked every time. Now I had a good hour and a half lead on anyone who might come looking, but no one would know the route I took, I mapped it specifically to avoid bike traffic. I drove for another hour and finally reached my destination of the lodge. I parked my car a few miles off the main road and went to the office to acquisition a four wheeler. I had no problems, gave the clerk a fake name which wasn't questioned in sight of my badge. I took off down the old ATV trail to try and find my cousin.
I rode for about an hour before I started seeing the signs. I had about 25 minutes before our scheduled meeting. God I hope he knew what he was doing. I kept a sharp lookout for movement along the other trails and behind me. Trying to avoid detection on a four wheeler was like trying to rob a house at night wearing glow sticks. Finally I got within range of the meeting spot. I parked the go-bot in the brush and covered her up. I strapped on my vest and weapons and started quietly towards the hidden cabin. This place had been abandoned for years, the brush and trees grew high around it. If you didn't know it was here, you would probably never find it. I was cloaked in cammo hunting gear and had a .22 gauge shotty in my hands. I was about 10 yards from the cabin when I heard the familiar click of a hammer being pulled back behind me. I thought for sure I was dead.
"Drop it." I heard Jax voice from behind me
"Get the fucking gun out of my back cousin." I replied darkly
"Kelly?"
I turned to face him, it took a second for him to recognize me under all the paint.
"Damn, I almost shot you."
"That would have sucked…. " I smiled at my cousin.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked.
Before he could answer I caught the sight of someone near the cabin.
"we got company." I nodded towards the door.
I pulled a set of binoculars from my pocket and zoomed in on the figure.
"It's Clay." I said to my cousin.
"How the fuck did he find me?" Jax said, the anger and contempt matching what sounded like fear.
"I don't know." I took a deep breath "but that's him"
Jax moved quickly away from me towards the cabin gun drawn.
"Don't Move." He commanded.
I stood my ground and watched as he crept slowly up to Clay. Before he could get close enough clay spun around holding an AK 47. I moved quickly around the back I spotted the two prospects standing with guns drawn. I slipped the silencer on my pistol and snuck behind. With two shots I took out both guards. I had no idea if there were more. I knew my shots wouldn't kill them, but they weren't going anywhere for sure. I quickly moved around the corner of the house until I had a clear shot of Clay. I could hear the two arguing.
"You made a deal with the feds." Clay shouted at my cousin
"I did it to protect the club and my family!" Jax screamed back.
"I don't care, you betrayed your club and that patch and there is only one way to rectify that."
I watched as Clay raised the AK towards my husband, Jax's fired off the last few rounds in his clip and dropped it.
"You really think you are gonna get away with this" Jax asked him.
"Yeah, I do…. See, I have two 1-9ers close by and they are already corpses…. Gonna make it look like a shoot out son."
The scene moved into slow motion, I watched as my cousin turned his back to the man who called him son. Before Clay could pull the trigger I fired my gun. The round landed in his back. I fired again hitting his hand; I walked out pistol raised at my Uncle.
"Drop it." I said
"What the fuck are you doing!" he screamed
"Stopping you from killing another one of my family members."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the mirror. . . tossing it at Clays feet.
"Tell him." I said.
He stood there looking at me.
"TELL HIM!"
Jax stood confused.
"Tell him about the wreck, and about running his father into a semi." I glared at him.
"Tell him about the cover up and the power trip and about how you planned it all out, because he didn't agree with your vision of the club…. Go ahead Clay… tell him".
Clay dropped to the ground, I walked over and shot his other hand. Glaring at him.
"I should kill you one fucking shot at a time." I said.
He looked at me.
"But, I'm not going to. . . nope, I'm gonna let you live." I stared at him.
"why?" he stammered
"Because you are going to be the one that makes the changes." I said.
"First change." I walked over and ripped the president patch off his cut handing it to my cousin.
"Second Change. . .you are done."
"you can't…"
"I can." I stared at him. "Oh, I can, cause right now I could kill you and leave you and your prospects out here where no one would ever find you."
"But I won't. I'm not like you."
He stared at me, looking for some sign of what was coming next.
"You are going to tell everyone that this was a gun fight with the 1-9ers, just as planned. That they came looking for Jax and you hired them to do so, but when they got here it backfired." I glared at him.
"You are going to tell my aunt what you did, you are going to tell the club what you did. If you survive that, I'll be surprised. "
He looked at me panicked.
"Everything that has happened, all the bloodshed, the pain, the heartbreak is because of YOU!" I stepped closer to him. "It ends now."
I turned and walked away from him, leaving him bleeding in the leaves. I heard him pick up the phone and call 9-11. As Jax and I got on the ATV we heard the sirens. When we got into the cruiser nothing was said. We drove home in silence. I pulled into the clubhouse with my cousin gun in my hand ready to shoot anyone who challenged my family. I felt revived, I felt relieved. When we walked into the club house Jax called a church meeting, the empty seats indicative to the weeks bloodshed. In the meeting sat Gemma, Tara, and I. Jax stood at the head of the table newly adorned president patch on his cut.
"It's time for a change." He said looking at the members at the table.
"Anyone who isn't on board can leave." He looked around "No questions asked."
" What kinda changes are we talking about" Chibbs asked.
Jax pulled three cuts out. The first went to my husband, fully patched member of Sons of Anarchy.
The next two were different; the lettering in deep purple instead of the traditional blue, the fronts of these jackets had ravens and roses. The patches read Matriarch and Vice President. He walked the first to his Mother. She took it in her hands and looked at him smiling. The second, much to my surprise came to me. I slid the cut over my shoulders, looking down at the patch and back to my cousin.
"This club was formed on the basis of protecting Charming, keeping the good people good and the bad people out." He looked around "My dad was murdered trying to protect that image. Now we go back, to what it is supposed to be about." He looked around.
"Anyone who disagrees say so now…."
The table was silent. The gravel cracked twice closing the deal.
"Let's Drink." Chibbs said laughing."
As we all sat around the bar enjoying the spirits of the night Clay walked in. Gemma ran quickly to him but he pushed her away. The room grew quiet with whispers.
"I have something I have to say…." Clay started staring at me. . .
Jax walked to my side, Tara and Opie close behind. We watched carefully as Clay looked around the room. I noticed that Jax and Opie both had their hands on their guns, just in case. Gemma looked cautiously at her cleared his throat and raised his chin.
"I... " he paused "I'm stepping down from the role of President in lieu of my recent injuries." He looked at Jax "I'll remain around as an advisor, but will not have a vote in decisions, as you can all see." he looked at the patches my husband and I wore, he looked at Jax and at me. "We need to go to church Jackson." He said.
"Fine, meeting in 5." Jax walked towards the chapel.
We all gathered around the table and Jax called the meeting to order. We watched as Clay stood looking at his former council.
"What I am about to say is dangerous ground, and it is going to cause issues within the ranks due to recent decisions." He looked at Jax. "To allow FEMALES at the table is a direct violation of the original club rules." He looked at me "Especially in a seat of power. But, it's not my call anymore... "
The table was quiet, the guys looked from one to another. Opie sat as Sgt. at Arms in Tig's absence.
"The driveby was my fault." Clay said "I planned it, arranged it with the Mayan's as payback for our VP here shooting two of their guys last week." She was the target.
Jax, Opie, and T jumped across the table but were quickly stopped by myself, Chibbs, and Happy.
"She is poisoning this club." He pointed at me.
"Me?" I responded "me?, I'm poisoning the club? That's funny Clay. Cause I'm pretty sure that shooting the assholes who tried to rape me, was self defense. And I'm even more sure that the reason they came after me was because of something you instigated. . . they were after the club when they attacked me. . . so ya, I shot em, you're fucking right I shot em... any other woman in here would have done the same."
Chibbs walked over to Clay staring at him.
"You set up the drive by?" He asked with a thick accent.
"Yes." Clay responded. "It was supposed to be isolated, but the Mayan pricks took advantage of the opportunity."
"Of course they fucking did." Chibbs yelled "What the hell did you expect? A few pistols and a direct hit to only one of our members? You are smarter then that Clay! You knew damn well that they would hit however many they could! And that includes your best friend!" He flamed pushing Clay jumped away from the group again and went right for him. He grabbed Clay by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
"You killed my wife, and now you have killed my father. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slice your fucking throat right now?" He growled.
"I don't have one." Clay responded "but while I'm coming clean here, I'll go all the way." He looked at the council who were now on their feet. The number of people holding back the angry members was quickly dwindling. He looked directly at Jax "I Killed John Teller." The words fell from his mouth like led. I saw a blur of black flash by me as my cousin attacked him.
"Why!" He screamed slamming Clay against the floor hard. Clay screamed in pain, but no one moved to break up the fight. I looked at Gemma for a reaction and her ghost white face told me she either knew and was shocked it came out, or had no idea of his involvement.
"Because he was delusional!" Clay shot back "He had pipe dreams for this club, dreams that were unrealistic. He wanted to change the world on a dime and was tainting the vision of the club."
"But this club was HIS vision" Jax's grip around Clay's throat tightened.
"No, it was OURS. This club was built by nine original members, not one."
Jax pulled out his pistol and held it to Clays head, I heard Gemma cry in the background.
"Shoot him man" Opie said "He doesn't deserve to live"
"Aye" Chibbs agreed.
"No." I walked to my cousin. "It's not worth it, it's not what your dad would want. . . It's not what you want, not really". He looked at me and shook his head. "No, not after everything he has done, he doesn't deserve to live."
I grabbed my cousins hand, Tara quickly came to his side.
"Let him go." I urged "We'll find some other way to punish him, but not this, this is too good for him for what he has done."
I looked at Clay.
"Turn yourself in." I glared at him "I'll give you 24 hours, turn yourself in or I come for you."
Clay laughed in my face and I caught him with a cold right hook the the jaw. It felt good.
"I hate you." I said "I hate you for what you have done to this club, and what you have done to my family. You deserve to die, but not by my hand or by the hand of anyone else here."
Gemma walked over and threw her ring at him, turned and started walking away.
"Baby." Clay said
Gemma turned around and looked at him coldly. "Fuck you, you are lucky they are here or I would have killed you myself".
"Give me your cut." Jax said "Get out."
I walked in front of him. "You have 24 hours." I said staring at him. I knew he wasn't going to turn himself in... I also knew it wasn't going to be the last time we had dealings with Clay Marrow. . .
