A/n: The previous chapter apparently brought out something I never planned. I still am not apologizing for it. What happened then is not just done for the purposes of watching someone squirm or suffer. It's all leading up to the main concept of the story: Escaping Anarchy.
A/n: Three new characters are coming on. All three of them are mine. Yakira & Zahara Sessa from Cicero. Lianna Ravenna from Philadelphia.
Chicago, Illinois / Tara, Abel and Tommy's house
The 18 wheeler pulled up in front of Abel and Tommy's house at around 9:00 at night. Once the motorcycles were unloaded and their luggage was removed from the passenger compartment, Mr. Seville drove away.
Everything was still and silent. Abel and Tommy sat by themselves while Angelica was getting things set around the house. Angelina's phone ringing caught everyone's attention as Angelina answered it. "Hi, Mom. We just got back from Reno. Tara didn't make it back with us. Alright. You're on the way here? We'll stay put. Yes, Mom. We are going to behave ourselves. See you soon."
Hanging up the phone, Angelina took her sister to the kitchen. "Mom's on her way here. Yakira and Zahara are coming too."
"Yakira and Zahara?" Angelica asked.
"I don't know why Mom reached out to them but it will be good to see them again." Since Yakira and Zahara were raised by their Italian father, they were warm, sentimental and loving when they wanted to be. It was their Israeli halves that made them void of emotion, empathy and feeling. That part of them came out when they were about to kill someone or destroy something beyond recognition.
The only thing that kept them from thinking about the Sessas any further was the Tellers and how they were mentally holding up after seeing their mother being carried away by an arresting squad of police and federal agents.
Abel and Tommy were not in tears but they weren't cheerful either. "How are the two of you holding up?"
There was no reply, which spoke volumes about where they were emotionally.
"We had no idea what was going to happen." Angelina said firmly.
"Even if we did know, it wouldn't have made any difference. It won't help either of you to worry about it. You two need your rest for school tomorrow." Angelica said.
Tommy asked the Cortez girls, "What happens now?"
Angelina chose to answer. "Angelica and I will take care of you for as long as we can."
Abel and Tommy hugged Angelica and Angelina before they walked upstairs and went to bed.
Angelica and Angelina started setting up their sleeping areas in the living room. It did not seem right to try and sleep in the bed usually occupied by Abel and Tommy's mother. When their sleeping berths in the living room were settled, they did some usual exercises using each other's bodies to build up their own strength.
On her fifteenth abdominal crunch, Angelina and Angelica heard a knock on the front door. Angelina wrapped her arms around Angelica's neck, pressing her breasts against hers before unwrapping her legs from around her sister's abdomen and standing upright. Together, the two of them walked to the front door and opened it.
Angie Cortez entered the house with two young women. The first was a lithe, slender, physically toned 29 year old woman with straight black hair cut short. The second was a slim yet voluptuous 27 year old woman with long black hair styled in a long braid that reached the small of her back.
Their eyes were dark brown though their fashion styles were worlds apart. The older one was androgynous from the black boots and slacks to the white button up shirt and dark jacket. It had a Marlene Dietrich-Johnny Cash vibe.
The younger woman wore black slacks, a low cut sleeveless vest style shirt and a floral shawl over her shoulders in a gypsy fashion reminiscent of Stevie Nicks.
Due to their respective heights of 5'9" and 5'7", Yakira and Zahara had to look up at the 6'0" tall Angelica and Angelina. When a smile crossed their faces, the Israeli Italians embraced the Hispanic Italians. "It's so good to see you girls again." Yakira said in amazement at how much Angelica and Angelina had changed. "You have both grown so big." Zahara said, gazing at their huge breasts and powerful muscles. "Yes, we have." Angelica and Angelina chimed as they struck double bicep poses, proudly showing off their statuesque and borderline superhuman physiques.
"How did you girls come to be here?" Zahara said as the Cortez girls planted their fists down on their hips while standing at ease.
"We're helping out an Old Lady by taking care of her sons while she's serving out her sentence." Angelina explained. Since no one told them that anything was secret, there was no problem in talking about it.
"How many sons does she have?" Zahara asked.
"A 16-year old and a 14-year old. They are both upstairs right now getting some much needed rest." Angie said as she pulled Tara's letter out of her bag and put it in Angelina's hand.
"Tomorrow, when they come back from school, the two of you are going to sit them down and show them this letter. It was written by their mother before you all took off for Reno."
"Yes, Mom." Angelica said as Angelina held the envelope in her hands.
The next day, after Abel and Tommy arrived home, the Cortez sisters sat them down and shared with them the letter written by Tara for them. Abel read it along with Tommy.
What their mother committed to paper was a visceral warning alongside many fond memories and a world of regrets. Jackson Teller would never be completely honest with them or anyone else. He would not be a liar but he would not reveal everything. Their father never meant to do harm and yet met his ends by any means he had; nothing was beyond, above or beneath him.
Tara harbored the suspicion that he would commit the greatest form of revenge on her in Reno; that he would be the reason she was not going back with them to Chicago.
Tommy remembered when he and Abel asked their father why their mother was being taken away by the police.
Your mother got into a fight with Grandma and that's why she got arrested. I will do what I can to get her out. Trust me.
Tommy looked at the Cortez sisters and asked a very pertinent question. "Did the club turn our dad into what he is?"
Angelina answered it as best she could. "The club does not turn men into monsters. Our father was a Son since he was 18 and he never turned out like Jackson Teller."
"Why did your dad turn out different than ours?" Abel asked.
"Neither of us have any idea how to answer that. The best guess we have is that our father had a good sponsor to teach him. He would sometimes say that our father was afraid of ambition. He thought it was better to be content than to always want more. He was actually pushed up to Secretary only after being convinced by every Son in the New York Crew that he could shoulder the weight of office."
In a need to think of something other than his messed up family, Abel asked, "What is New York City like?"
"It is the center of the universe and capital of the world. You are not likely to find another place with such an atmosphere like the Big Apple." Angelica said with what clearly was hometown pride. "It is the one place where any man can walk the streets and feel like a king even if he doesn't have two cents to rub together." Angelina said with the same measure of hometown pride as her sister. "It may not be as it was but it can be better than what it is now."
When their school years were finished and their school transfers from Chicago to New York was squared away, Abel and Tommy prepared themselves for the long journey to the Big Apple with the Cortez family. The Sessa sisters helped transport Abel and Tommy in their car. Along the way, they got to know the Israeli Italians from Cicero. They only had a scarce amount of time with their mother before she went away. The only difference between the Tellers and the Sessas was that Abel and Tommy's mother was still alive.
What she died of, their father never told them.
New York (Brooklyn)
When they arrived at the Cortez household in the borough of Brooklyn, they were met by Coyote and his son, Angelica and Angelina's brother, Angelo Cortez. Abel and Tommy were in awe at how big Angelo Cortez was. Angelica and Angelina were not lying. He was bigger and stronger than both of them, especially when his older sisters ran to him with open arms. Angelina's upper back looked slender in comparison to her brother's, especially as he picked up both his sisters in both arms and gave them a double bear hug. He stood at 6 feet 2 inches tall, which meant that many people have had to look up to him and very few looked down on him.
Angelica and Angelina each gave Angelo a kiss and hugged him close, pressing their huge breasts against his muscular chest.
Angie embraced and kissed Coyote, who clearly missed her the whole time she was away from home. Yakira and Zahara noticed Abel and Tommy watching their interaction and whispered to them softly, "When the two of you find the right woman for yourselves, you'll end up behaving the same way."
When the reconnecting was done, Coyote and Angelo were introduced to Abel and Tommy Teller. Apart from a polite greeting and welcoming them to New York, Angelo did not know what to make of the two blonde Californians. Coyote had a clear idea of them and made his standing clear.
"I do not know who the two of you are personally. What I do know is that your father is the National President of the Sons of Anarchy MC."
"Do you have a problem with us being here or that we are Jackson Teller's sons?"
"I don't have anything against you. Not yet anyway." Coyote said. "What happens while you're here will go a long way with how I think of you. What you need to know is that this is not Charming. You both are entitled to nothing here. The name Teller carries no weight at all. If you get anything in this city, it's what you earn and you get it when you earn it. Is that clear?"
Abel and Tommy nodded solemnly.
Turning to his children, Coyote smiled at seeing them all together again. "Help Abel and Tommy get set up in the guest room. Dinner is in an hour."
Angelica, Angelina and Angelo took Abel and Tommy to the guest room which was set up to house visiting Sons, thus it looked like an army barracks. "Take a bunk, get your stuff together and then wash up." Angelica said.
When everyone was sat around the dinner table, only then did Abel and Tommy realize that they were not in California or Chicago anymore. There was an eclectic mix of Hispanic, Italian and Israeli as the Sessas and Cortezes dined together. At the end of supper, they helped Angelo and his sisters clear the table and clean the kitchen.
Angelo listened to Abel and Tommy tell their story about growing up in California and them moving east to Chicago, which did a lot to break the ice between them. Angelo told them all about growing up with his two older sisters, who had more than a hand in raising him as their parents did. Angelo showed them how to make s'mores without making too much of a mess or inviting ants to the meal. All in all, everyone seemed at ease and everyone was happier than they had been in a long time.
"Abel, Tommy, as fun as it is to see you bond with Angelo, Angelina and I need to spend some time with our brother." Angelica said as she took Angelo's right hand while Angelina took Angelo's left hand. In unison, they pulled him up to his feet and led him away to their room, closing the doors behind them.
Charming, California / SAMCRO clubhouse / Chapel
Jax sat at the head of the table but found himself staring down a lot of visibly upset Sons.
Chibs, Happy, Tig, Bobby, Rat Boy, West, Montez and the Nomads spent the last hour listening to everything their National President revealed about the events that took place in Reno. While the club did work with the authorities from time to time in order to get intel and help preserve the small town of Charming, it was unheard of and inconceivable that they would ever use the authorities to set up one of their own let alone set up a member's Old Lady for a six year stay in a jail cell.
What got the Nomads so worked up was that Jax used Rane to make it all happen.
"An estranged cousin of mine happens to be an Assistant US District Attorney with enough pull among the agencies to issue warrants and organize operations of this FUBAR (fucked up beyond all recognition) magnitude." Rane said. "Jax reached out to me. He said to reach out to that cousin and set the cabin up so everything that was said inside between him and Tara would be heard and recorded."
Psycho said nothing as he recalled the talk Rane had with him, Moran and Snake Doctor back in Colorado.
Things are going to get hot fast when we get to Reno. If you see armed men coming at you, stand down. Do not fight back or give them a reason to start shooting." Rane said, though it was clear that he did not like giving such an order.
"Rane, we've done a lot in our time. Standing down is not one of them." Moran said plainly.
"I do not kneel to any cop, Rane, and I will not disarm myself even at gunpoint." Psycho said.
"You kill one of them, they will all jump you, Danny. I know you're double tough but like the rest of us, you can't deflect bullets. No matter what, do not strike back or lash out. I don't like this anymore than you but this has to happen."
Having been on the other side of the country for most of it, Sharky and Iron Man had to hear about what went down during church. They were beside themselves with anger as were the rest of the Nomad charter. If it was not bad enough that Jax used Rane, Tara was taken away by force and her sons had to witness it firsthand. As a father himself and a Son, Sharky could not see any way that Jax's moves were justified in any way.
Iron Man saw the same thing all his Nomad brothers did. If Jax did not bat an eye over sending his own wife to jail in the presence of his children, what he would do to a patched member for the slightest offense? They shuddered to think about it but they did nevertheless.
Jax was becoming a dictator of the MC world and someone needed to knock him down a peg or two before he wound up too far gone to be saved.
Something had to be done before he really became unhinged and sank the entire club.
In an act that astonished everyone, Sharky addressed Chibs. "From one VP to another, I am calling for a vote of non confidence against Jackson Teller."
No one saw this coming. Even Happy was shocked, which was saying a lot.
"On what grounds, Sharky?" Chibs said while Happy and Tig had the unenviable task of keeping Jax quiet so Sharky could respond.
When he did, Sharky looked Jax eye to eye.
"You are not in the right state of mind to run this club as National President. I told you before, Jackson, that retribution will only cause more harm than it's worth. You did not listen to me. If you do not square away your inner demons and whatever else is going on between your heart and your head, we are going to end up either in a cell or on a slab and it will be because of you."
Even though he was pissed beyond belief that a Nomad questioned his command, Jax asked, "Who is going to lead this club if not me? Who would you have running this club? You?"
Sharky shook his head. "My place is with the Nomads." Sharky said before turning back to Chibs. "What do you say, Chibs? Can you run this MC with a clear head?"
Chibs looked to Jax for a moment before answering, "Sorry, brother. This has to happen."
Though he was fuming at how two charters were calling for a vote of non confidence against him, Jax looked to all of them and said, "What do you all say? Come on. I want to hear it straight from all of you. Do you all think I'm not fit to sit at the head of the table?"
Rane chose to ask the question for Jax the only way he could. "Yay."
The Yays went around the table until every Son put their vote in. Rane kept his eyes on Jax the whole time as he had his hand up.
"Jackson, do not try to go Nomad. I will immediately reject your transfer and give you a black eye to seal my answer in stone. In my charter, every man has had to square away his own messes and put his inner demons permanently in the rear view before becoming a Nomad, myself included. Especially me since I would have to serve as its President and leader. Before you can lead, Jackson, you have to learn how to follow."
Sharky spoke up again to Jax in a way that was like a father disciplining a son. "Jax, you were practically born into the club. We all respect your late father but JT ought to have had you Prospecting before putting a Reaper on your back. Every man here, Nomad or SAMCRO, including myself, we put in our Prospect years, earned our Reapers. We were boys once but we became men. It's high time you took steps to become one yourself."
Jax pulled out his knife, cut the President patch from his cut, slammed it to the table and closed the meeting. "Get out." Jax ordered to all of them. The Redwood Original and the Nomads did not scatter at his order. They stood up and walked out, leaving Jax was all alone in the chapel.
Because the non-confidence vote passed, Jackson Teller was removed from office in disgrace.
It would not be long before every other charter would hear about it.
New York (Brooklyn) / Cortez household
"¿Qué opinas de los hermanos Teller?" (What is your opinion of the Teller brothers?) Angelica asked in Spanish as Angelo did chest presses while Angelina spotted him.
"I can't say for sure. I just met them. On general principle and the fact that Jackson Teller's their father, I don't trust them." Angelo replied as he finished his fifth repetition. Angelina helped him put the barbells back on the rack before she straddled his lap. Getting up to his feet with Angelina's legs wrapped around his waist, Angelo stood up straight so Angelina could do her vertical abdominal crunches.
"Sei veramente il figlio di nostro padre, Angelo. Non sono come Jackson Teller."(You are truly our father's son, Angelo. They are not like Jackson Teller.)Angelina spoke in Italian. "Angelina, they are not going to be kids forever. When they become men, they could very well become like their father or worse." Angelo said as he watched Angelina lift herself up, pressing her enormous breasts against his muscular chest.
"Abel and Tommy need a strong male figure to patten themselves after, Angelo. You are the best one we have that they will actually listen to." Angelica said as she continued watching Angelina do vertical abdominal crunches. Running her hand through Angelo's black hair, Angelica kissed him. "Angelina and I believe in you, Angelo."
When she lifted herself up again, Angelina kissed Angelo. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Angelina got off her brother and back onto her feet. "Abel and Tommy will be able to learn so much from you. Don't let them steer you wrong either."
Angelo smiled at Angelica and Angelina's confidence. "I'll talk to them, man to man, and see where they stand." Angelica and Angelina took turns kissing him before leading him to the showers so they could wash up before getting into bed. Once they were out of their sweaty workout clothes, they let the water rinse away the perspiration. Angelo missed having Angelica and Angelina around the whole time they were off in Chicago with their mother. "Why did Ma bring Yakira and Zahara out here from Cicero? Is something gonna go down that we ought to get ready for?" Angelo asked as Angelica scrubbed his back.
"Ma never said anything about why she reached out to them. Whatever it is, it's between her and them." Angelina said as Angelo washed her hair. She loved feeling his fingers massage her scalp as he worked the shampoo into her hair.
When the shower was done and they were drying each other off, Angelica and Angelina laid down in bed with Angelo between them. "You still seeing that little Philly girl?" Angelina asked.
"There's nothing like that going on between us. She's a nice girl. I'm able to talk with her and she's not little." Angelo said though he could not conceal the fact that her name somehow wound up on his list of women he beat off to.
"Angelo, she is 5'2" tall and 105lbs soaking wet. Compared to us, she is little." Angelica said, recalling the last time she and Angelina saw Angelo's closest girlfriend. Lianna 'Lia' Ravenna was so small that they didn't see her at first until she stepped out from under their huge breasts.
"It's good that you're friends with her. Just be careful at what you do with her. Don't make us aunts just yet, Angelo." Angelica said. She did not want her brother to get into trouble and the easiest way a man could get into trouble involved a woman.
"I understand. Lia and I are just friends." Angelo said.
Angelica and Angelina kissed him. "For a Northern Italian from Philly, she's alright." Angelina said. "She is cute." Angelica added to Angelo and Angelina's amusement.
They shared a laugh and it felt good. Angelo slept peacefully with Angelica and Angelina's head on his chest and their arms wrapped around him.
A/n: Angelo has suspicions about Abel and Tommy in regards to the nurture vs. nature argument. There is still a bit more to come before this story reaches it's climax. I want to make sure I end this story the right way.