A/N: Okay so I understand that this got put on the back burner, but with life things like this happen. I've not abandoned it, though it seems that way. I'm sorry for that.
If you're still with me, here's chapter 9
"Loyalties don't lie with an old lady. Loyalties lie to the club her husband belongs to. You should know that. Clay shuts you out. Something John never did. The club was loyal to John, and you by default. But Clay, Clays burning bridges fast. I don't know how it'll all play out, but loyalty won't be an issue."
"What would you know about loyalty, Jackson? Where's your loyalty to your mother when your choosing some whore over family?!" Gemma spit at him.
"Ma, unless you want to get his again, I'd watch what you're saying about her. She's beat to shit and guess who's to blame? You are. You've basically already admitted it now, but let's see what the other members have to say, especially when they find out you sent an ATF agent on our tails. Doesn't bode well for you, Mother."
"You have NO idea what you've gotten yourself into over that girl, Jackson. She would have come back and she would have ruined everything. I pushed that little bitch out 10 years ago, and if that sick bastard could have just kept her in his hands, I wouldn't have had to worry about this. Can't trust the fucking feds to do shit the right way." Again, Gemma's anger gets the best of her when she realizes that she's fucked up, let out too much information.
"Sit back and shut up. I will not hesitate to shoot you, mother. You are family after all. This is apparently how we treat our family around here." Jax hesitate for a moment and thought of the letter in his pocket.
"What do you mean when you said I was too much like my father?" Jax asked, pain evident in his voice.
"Exactly what I said. He was so ambitious, wanting to get the club into legitimate businesses. Like he didn't love the money coming in and he was such a fucking saint. Did you know he was fucking a whore in Ireland? Yeah, you're dad was no saint."
"Well, it's only fitting if he was fucking a whore in Ireland, when his whore in the states was fucking his best friend. Gotta make sure that shoe stays on the other foot, Gemma." Chibs said sneering. He knew of Maureen and didn't like that Gemma was so berating towards her, when Gemma is the one that led John to Ireland.
The rest of the ride was silent, and Chibs did decide to hit the gas, so they made it to Charming in record time. When they pulled up to the clubhouse, all the bikes were there and waiting for the return of the fallen Queen.
Jax pulled Gemma out of the back of the van, not even taking time to be nice to her. He just wanted this situation over with. Still feeling ill about the thought of hurting his mother, he would do it, if that's what the club mandated. Though he was almost certain now that Clay would be a deciding factor in this whole situation. Gemma didn't outright say if he was involved, but there just had to be more then her orchestrating this. She's smart, but not that smart. It takes research and time to get this shit together.
Gemma pulled out of Jax's grip and led herself into the clubhouse. All the men were sitting around the chapel table, and Kozik was also there, from the Tacoma charter. No one said a word as they filtered into the chapel room. Gemma's eyes stayed intently on Clay as she made her way to the end of the table. Opie gave her a disgusted look as she walked by to take Piney's seat he had vacated to stand with Kozik. When Jax spotted Opie, he inquired about who was making sure Tara was secure.
"I got Unser down there. He's not happy because we didn't report it to him, we just took it to the hospital. Delusional old man." Opie laughed, but it was a strained one at best.
"Well since we're all here, we might as well get down to business and make decision regarding this matter." Clay said, dismissively. Jax knew right away this would be hard, but he didn't think Clay would make it impossible. He was quickly realizing how wrong he was.
"You got anything you want to say for yourself, or do you want me to speak for you?" Jax asked.
"I'm not saying shit." Gemma spit at the group.
"Yeah figured as much." Jax went on to tell them about Gemma making Tara leave all those years ago. He also told them about her involvement with a rogue ATF agent and who he was in relation to Tara. Jax could tell that no one was really believing him except for Chibs who witnessed it first hand, and Opie, who didn't want to believe it, but did.
"Nah, this is bullshit, Jax. Your mom couldn't do that." Juice said.
"So you think I have that great of an imagination that I could make all this shit up in the time I left the clubhouse to get her until now?" he asked angrily.
"No, but I think someone who happens to be a doctor has had a lot of time on her hands to make shit up like this." Clay said
Jax scooted himself back and was ready to launch himself at Clay for the horrible comments he was making about Tara. Chibs stopped him and smiled at Jax cryptically.
"So, I knew no one would believe anything that we said, so I kind of went all spy on us. I planted two tape recorders when I paid for the rental. Sorry Gem, you're fucked." Chibs said sardonically.
Gemma face paled and she got up and make a move out. But being handcuffed and separated from the door so severely but a dent in her plans.
Chibs got out the recorders and asked Jax if he were ready.
There were such mixed emotions before the tapes even started playing. And as the tapes went on, the mixed emotions went to those of straight anger from everyone at the table, including Clay.
"Fucking feds, Gemma? What did you do?" Happy asked her.
"You ratted?!" Bobby asked, his anger paling in comparison to Jax's.
"I didn't rat on the club. That's not what the deal was for."
"So you really made a fucking deal with the fed. To have Jax's old lady killed, and what else?" Opie asked.
"First of all, that little bitch isn't his old lady. She's just some slut that let Jax use her to get his dick wet. And yeah, I made a deal, but it was only for one member, not the club."
Stunned silence washed over the room. Then it erupted into hysterical screams from all men. Clay was trying to keep order, but quickly realized it wasn't useful.
"Alright, alright, ALRIGHT!" Clay yelled. "Gemma who did you make a deal against?"
Gemma smiled her little devil smile and turned her eyes to her son.
"Too bad you weren't more like Clay, then things wouldn't have to be this way. Instead your just like John. Hopeless. And now, you can be hopeless, and alone, in prison."
