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Bamby
JPOV
I looked around the table as each of my brothers agreed to bring in all four hang arounds as new prospects. Clay banged the gavel, decision made.
"Bring them in." The president nodded to Tig.
Tig stood, walking to the door, opening in to allow the four guys enter. "Come on." They walked in, standing by the door, facing us.
Chibs grabbed the cuts, standing to hand them out to the new prospects. "Well, boys... the easy part, is over." He gave the last guy his cut.
The prospect dressed in a black a white shirt- I think his name was Shepard- nodded. "I get it, man."
"Shut up!" Jax yelled, taking charge. "You don't say anything unless a member tells you to."
"Prospect period ends minimum one year today," Tig explained, still standing.
"Dues are 75 bucks a months, due on the first," Bobby added.
"Welcome." Clay took his cigar out of his mouth, looking to the new comers. "Don't get yourself killed."
"And get the hell out of here," Ope finished.
All four of them left, leaving the door open. The rest of us yelled out to them, "Shut the door!" The bigger guy quickly did what we said, as soon as the door closed, we all laughed. It was always fun, pushing prospects around.
"I got two requests for transfer, one from Tacoma... one from the Nomads," Clay started on business. "Kozik and Happy both wanna be a part of Samcro. Just wanna say, for me... both these guys would make welcome additions. And to be honest, we need you. So... let's vote it." He raised his hand. "Happy. Yea."
Going around the table each of us said yes, until we landed on Jax, who stayed silent. For a moment, it really seemed like he was going to say no. But as he grinned, I knew his answer. "Yeah!" we all laughed.
The gavel banged, decision made. Moving on, Clay raised his hand. "Kozik. Yea."
"Nay." Tig didn't even think about it...
"Jesus Christ? Really?" Clay looked less than impressed.
Tig just shook his head, shrugging. "I don't trust him, man."
With that, Clay had no choice but to bang the gavel, Kozik's request declined.
SPOV
I laughed to myself as the guys yelled at the four new prospects to close the door. I could remember, back before I had left Charming, all the times a new prospect came around. They were the underdog, made to do the dirty jobs no one else wanted, and expected to listen to the members.
"Introductions." I nodded to them from where I sat by the bar.
"Shepard." The small dorky looking guy nodded, dressed in a black a white striped shirt. He was weak, I could see it, but that meant nothing. He could still be an asset for the club, he just had to prove himself.
"Miles," the older guy, with the facial hair and grey shirt said. A red head, who actually looked like he was smarter than to join the Sons.
"Phil." The big guy with glasses gave a wave, he was the one who closed the door of the chapel. Now out of all of them, he seemed like the one you'd best not fight with. He was big and built enough, I was sure, nothing would get past him,
"Jordan," the last one- who had wavy caramel hair- finished. He was a little bit of a pretty boy in my eyes, I didn't see him making it. But like the first one, you never know. There was a look in his eyes, like he'd do anything to get what he wanted.
I stood from my chair, nodding to each of them. "I'm Scarlett Teller. The 'Princess' of Samcro. And the only daughter from any of the First 9. I am Clay Morrow's step-daughter, his wife- Gemma- is my mum, and Jax is obviously my brother. The guys in that room," I gestured to the chapel. "Tig, Bobby, Piney and Chibs, treat me like a daughter. Ope, is like a brother to me... and Juice is my boyfriend. So be nice, and they won't kill you."
They all nodded, standing awkwardly around the place.
Rolling my eyes, I gestured to the boxes of beers that needed to be put away. "Start there. It's your job to keep this place going. The guys need beers, you get them. Something breaks, you fix it. Cleaning needs to be done, you clean it."
The doors to the chapel opened Clay walking out and moving to the pool table. Tig and Happy were next, both laughing and smiling. Looks like Happy's in.
Tig moved to the bar where Shepard and Jordan had stacked the cases of beer. "Come on, come on."
Seeing the prospects fumble, I moved to the other side of the bar, grabbing a beer and opening it. "Here, Tiggy." I smiled, handing him the bottle.
"Thanks, Lett." He smiled with a short nod.
Juice walked right past the guys, behind the bar, and to me. I grinned as he leaned forward, kissing my cheek and grabbing a beer. Over by the tables Bobby and Tig gave Happy his Samcro patches, but Kozik stood with Jax and Clay looking pissed.
"Kozik didn't get in?" I asked Juice as I started pouring shots for the guys, knowing they'd want to party.
He shook his head. "Tig." That's all he had to say for me to know what happened. I wasn't sure why those two didn't get along, but I was going to find out, that's for sure.
Speaking of those two. Kozik walked up to Tig, punching him in the back, getting his attention.
"You son of a bitch." Tig looked pissed.
"No fun getting sucker-punched, is it?" Kozik shrugged, making things worse.
"No, it's not!" Tig pushed him, a fight in the making.
All around me, the guys started shouting, Kozik and Tig throwing each other around punching and shoving each other. Juice rushed over to clear out the chairs and tables, making room for the guys as they continued to fight.
"Don't dance, hit him!" Happy yelled.
I laughed, shaking my head as I started putting beers away seeing as Jordan and Shepard were too slow. I didn't know Kozik, but by the looks of things, Tig was pretty evenly matched...
...
I stood by Juice, the two of us waiting by the van for the other guys. They were going to mess with the Mayans and Salazar. I wasn't sure what exactly they were up to, I didn't want to know actually. But I did know, that Juice had a way of getting himself into sticky situations...
"I'll be fine." He shrugged, pulling me closer to him by the waist. "I promise, I'll come back alive." He grinned.
I slapped his chest, frowning. "That's not funny." He just laughed, kissing my frowning lips.
"Get a room!" Bobby slapped Juice on the back.
Tig and Chibs were behind him, both yelling at the same time. "No!"
I laughed then. Their precious Scarlett wasn't allowed to get a room with a guy. Whether he be a member or not. As far as they're concerned, I'm still one hundred percent innocent.
"Be safe." I nodded to all of them, stepping back from Juice. "I don't think I'll be able to keep the prospects in line without you guys."
"I'll see you later." Juice smiled, giving me a quick kiss before jumping in the van with the guys.
I watched as they drove off, sighing to myself. Looks like it's going to be another day in the office...
JPOV
We met up with the Mayans and Calaveras, The Bastards joining us. Clay moved forward, addressing Alvarez himself, the two presidents in charge here.
"What is this, Clay?"
"We know you're patching over the Calaveras."
"Cutting and bagging heroin at the janitorial supply house, piping it to Stockton," Jax told him what we had found out, so they knew we weren't just making shit up.
Salazar looked to me, ginning. I wanted nothing more that to beat his ass to the ground. The asshole took my cut, the drugs and our money. I wanted him dead. But I kept cool, letting Clay and Jax talk business.
"If you're here to declare war, consider it already on." Alvarez shrugged.
"We're tired of getting bloody. Your attack at the wake, our attack at Zobelle's getaway. Why don't we call it even?" Clay suggested.
But Alvarez just shook his head. "Too much history to be even, Clay."
"That's my point. We've been doing this too long, Marcus. Nobody ever wins."
"Get to the point, ese."
Clay turned to Chibs with a nod, the Scotsman walking forward with the duffel bag full of heroin. Placing it on the ground he looked up at Alvarez. "I think that you lost something." He showed them the little balloons full of heroin.
"You stupid little shit." Alvarez shoved Salazar. They started talking in Spanish, arguing and shouting.
"Moving high-risk cargo is tricky. Things tend to get lost in transit. However, if it comes across our boarders again... we can guarantee safe passage to Stockton."
"And that's why you're patching over these idiots, right?" Jax asked, going on from where Clay left off. "So shit like this don't happen? We got a better idea. Our brothers in Lodi are more capable... and with our support, your new enterprise is protected." Jax gestured to The Bastards.
Alvarez didn't say anything at first, Clay shrugged at his silence. "Trying to make peace here."
"And how much is peace gonna cost me, Clay?"
"I'll let the Bastards negotiate their own fee. For us, just a toll. Twenty-five K a run."
"We'll consider this the first run," Jax added, to make things clear.
"Last time we made a deal, I lost my son," Alvarez noted.
"Yeah, and you tried to assassinate me," Clay countered. "It's what we do. It ain't personal. It's just about the cash. This is the best play for both of us."
Looking from Clay to Jax, and finishing up at Salazar, Alvarez turned to one of his men, speaking indistinctly before moving back to Clay. "Okay."
"Means no Mayan charter in Lodi," Jax added, the deal done.
"Shit." Alvarez grinned, looking to Salazar- who was pissed. "None of these bitches would have made the cut anyhow."
"This is bullshit, Alvarez. You can't-" Salazar started.
But Marcus shut him up, shouting in Spanish as one of his men grabbed Salazar, clocking him in the jaw. An angry satisfaction filled me. Though I wanted to be the one knocking him to the ground...
"I need one more thing. There's a rat up at St. Thomas. Testifies at the end of the week."
"Pozo." Jax nodded,talking about the guy who's face he smashed in at Half-Sack's wake.
"Yeah. You handle that, and we're good."
Our VP and president shared a look, Clay turning to Alvarez. "Handled." They shook hands. "I'm glad we found your merchandise," he finished as we turned, about to head off.
"Hey, I think you lost something too," Alvarez called, one of his guys pulling my cut out. He threw it back to me. "How could you let those bitches take your cut, ese? You're an embarrassment to Latinos everywhere." Everyone laughed as I pulled on my cut.
"You just gonna bow to these assholes, huh?" Salazar wasn't letting it go.
"Hey, hey, hey, you mind?" Jax shoved him. "What's up, home boy?" He nodded to me. "You make this right."
"Yeah." I grinned, ready to knock the shit out of this asshole. Jax threw him to me, and I finally got what I had been itching for...
SPOV
Cleaning up the kitchen after making lunch for the prospects, my mind kept wondering about Abel. Now that we knew he was in Belfast, there was no way any of the guys could stop me from going with them to get him. I felt so guilty that I had let Cameron just take him like that. I needed to see my nephew as soon as possible.
The door to the clubhouse opened, Juice, Chibs and Bobby walking in. The guys headed straight for the bar, looking to the prospects for a drink. But Juice headed for me instead.
I smiled, seeing him wearing his cut. "I see you got it back."
He didn't say anything, just pushed me against the bench, pressing his lips against mine. It was wild, and heated, melting me on the spot. The way his hands grabbed my waist, pressing my lower half to him so I could feel his excitement grow.
I pulled back to breath, looking into his almost black eyes. "What was that about?" I shivered as he looked me up and down. Without giving him a chance to respond, I grabbed his hand. "Bedroom. Now," I told him, leading him out of the kitchen and to our room.
...
I grinned, sitting on the side of the bed, running my hand through my hair as Juice pulled his pants on. I had quickly thrown on some jeans and his shirt I had been wearing before, not bothering with my tangled hair. My body was still buzzing from the crazy sex we'd just had.
"You wanna explain to me what got into you?"
He shrugged, putting his shirt and cut on. "After getting my cut back and beating the crap out of Salazar, it seemed like the next best thing to do."
"So, getting into fights turns you on?" I laughed, moving to wrap my arms around his neck.
He rolled his eyes. "That makes it sound weird. I just... I felt good."
Giving him a kiss, I smiled. "Well in that case, I'm glad I was here to help."
"Juicy boy!" Chibs yelled from the other side of the door. "Church!"
Groaning, Juice quickly kissed my cheek before tugging on his shoes. "Better go."
I nodded, moving to the door to open it for him. "Have fun."
"Yeah." He nodded, walking past me and jogging down the hall.
JPOV
"Brains before bullets, asshole." Tig yelled, both him and Kozik going on about Pozo.
"Really?"
"You slammed the side of his head. Wham. Okay, now, if they see that, that's gonna point to homicide."
"And cyanide won't?" Kozik asked, urking up Tig.
"His heart stopped. Could be for a hundred reasons. I mean, even if they do an autopsy, it'll take days. We'll be long gone."
"Well if you didn't let the little bitch clock you, this never would have happened." Kozik snapped. That was enough for Tig to jump him, the two ready to fight it out.
Chibs stood between them, keeping them apart as Clay yelled, "Hey! Enough! Enough! You blocked the only camera. There's no witnesses or prints. We're all right."
"San Joa Sheriff. Everybody down!"
We all turned to the door at the sound of police, rushing out of the room.
There were dozens of cops, shouting at everyone. Guns up and ready they order us all to get down. My eyes landed on Scarlett as she got down before any of them grabbed her. It was for the best really. If any of them shoved her, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself for beating their ass.
"Check them for weapons. All of them."
With our hands up, well all got to the ground. I looked over at the door to outside, seeing Unser walk in. So much for having him on our side.
SPOV
I stood next to Jax and Juice, all the guys standing around, watching as the cops searched the garage. We were all pissed. That was obvious. Before the raid, I had heard Tig and Kozik in church- I mean they weren't being quiet. So this had to be about them killing a guy, right?
"Clubhouse and the garage are all clean. No pharmaceuticals." We over heard one of the cops tell Unser.
"This ain't about Pozo. This is search and seizure," Jax noted.
Bobby nodded, agreeing. "They're looking for scripts."
"How the hell do they know?" Juice asked, looking to my brother.
I had no idea what they were going on about. Scripts, drugs. I was pretty sure we only dealt with guns. But listening to them talk...
Tig's phone rang. He answered it walking off as Clay shook his head. "This is bullshit." We watched as he moved over to Unser.
"That's why you were meeting the Chicken man." I elbowed Juice, glaring at Jax. "You had him dealing drugs?" I asked accusingly, keeping my voice low. "If he got caught-"
"He didn't," Jax snapped.
I nodded, still glaring. "Yeah, he didn't. So you're lucky."
"Cancer boy?" Clay started, getting my attention. "Dead to us."
Tig walked back to our group. "Clay, Gemma just called. Oswald's on his way now."
"Call our friend. We got a half an hour to pull this shit off." Clay order, before he and Jax headed over to their bikes.
Lyla's car drove into the lot, Ope walking over to them. I watched, feeling Juice wrap an arm around me. I started to smile, leaning back against him, until my eyes caught the sight of Ima, stepping out of Lyla's car. I hated Ima. She was a pain when she was being bitchy with Tara, but when I heard she also liked Juice? Bitch is lucky I didn't gouge out her eyes.
"Come on." Juice turned us around, leading us inside.
I let him with no struggle, knowing if I stayed there, and Ima got too close, I'd make that pretty pornstar body of her's turn into a puddle of blood and bruises.
Bamby
