I swear if no one reviews, I'm posting all the chapters but the last! I'll do it!
Haha! So I don't own the SOA universe, characters, or anything. I make no monies from this story. And I own my own characters, Everett, Jack and Esther, Silk and Carla. Buka, Lavdiya and Vassiya. I'm not gonna take any credits for Yegor Markovich, because he's really just Flint Marko with a different name. So, whoever owns Flint Marko, not me.
I don't own Luann from King of the Hills, Mike Judge owns that I think.
It's the first time in twelve years he sees Carla, as he peeks into the kid's bedroom. Even if he saw a photo of her not too long ago, he still had in mind the purple-haired slut that got passed around the Indian Hills clubhouse. What was sitting there was a woman pushing forty, taking care of her kid and handling responsibilities, even if half of her head was shaved off and tattooed. The kid sure looked close to her, one hand gripped in her auburn locks as he was listening to the three little pigs story as told by Chibs and his mother.
In the living room, leaning against Piney, Silk looked like she was sleeping. Her legs were brought over Piney's lap, and Piney was rubbing up and down on her calf, arm wrapped around her, his hand was lost under Silk's hair, and from where he was, he couldn't see her face. And he wasn't sure if he should go and see her. He wasn't cut for this sort of things. So he gave a kiss at the top of her head before getting back out, she and her grand-kid would be safe with Chibs and Piney.
At the clubhouse, everyone was serious, "whoever" had carried on this attack on Silk hadn't went to the clubhouse. All the women and kids that were here, or scattered around the little town were unharmed, routine hadn't been disturbed.
There was no doubt in Jax and Happy's mind as to who did this. Jax however did not understand the why. Happy did. It would piss off a lot more people touching Silk than touching Wendy, or Lyla, or Venus or anyone else.
But Who? Who did Clay hope to piss off, by attacking Silk, scaring her half to death and disturbing the life of her grand-kid? Was it Chibs? Chibs always treated Silk like a big sister, and even if he'd never met him before they got out of jail, Silk would print a lot about the kid on her letters, Chibs always had the impression of knowing him since the kid was born.
Was it Happy? He and Silk might have been broken up for two decades, he still loved her dearly, that was no secret. He wasn't as up-to-date as Chibs or other as to her daily life, but she would always be an important part of his life.
Was it Tig? As bizarre as Tig was, he was always soft-hearted when it came to the defenseless and the wounded. Silk wasn't exactly either of those, but there was something about her that made people want to care.
Or Opie? Opie had always seen Silk something of a mother, after Mary had left him and Piney when Opie was sixteen. Silk always had motherly ways towards Ope. Piney knew her a lot better, but each time Opie had went to his father for matters of the heart, or sensitive advice, Piney had redirected his son to Silk.
Needles? The rest of them came and went, but Needles was her brother, and he saw his sister every day. Hadn't skipped two days in a row in twenty-five years. And right now, said brother was seething with rage over what had been done to his sister and his great-nephew. Him that usually looked cool, currently looked like he could take on a bear with nothing but a toothpick, and come out victorious.
-How was she, brother?
-Didn't bother her. Anyone's got a clean shirt? What's next?
No one really knew, as a crow eater brought him a clean Indian Hills shirt, he put it on under his kutte, before getting a beer for himself.
-Listen, Hap, meet us outside, behind the diner. We want to discuss this without Jury's crew.
He has a nod, talks to a girl for a few minutes, it would be suspicious if they all walked out at once. Why is this girl trying to sound intelligent? If she really had any brains on her, she wouldn't be here. She'd still be in college, making something of her life, instead of slumming it up with bikers. Luann from King of the Hills. That's what she sounds like.
Before he can imagine a dialogue from the Manger Babies dubbed over this crow eater's moving lips, Wendy comes to the rescue, putting one arm around his shoulder and snapping him out of his trance.
-What are you doing? Putting him to sleep? Hap, Jax's been asking for you.
-Thanks, Wendy.
He quickly walks away, resisting the urge of asking this girl to say "manger babies", he slips outside, and heads towards the diner, at the back, the guys are there, Jax asks what took him so long.
-Nothing important. What do we do about Clay?
-I'm calling a vote. For Clay to meet Mr Mayhem. Jury made some phone calls, and no one likes what's happening in Charming. So, charters are gonna vote. We need to vote, too. As the Charming Charter.
-I nominate Jackson Teller as Charter President.
-I second.
-Yea.
Happy kept quiet through Bobby's nomination, Opie's second and Tig's third. Didn't quite know why Jax looked so surprised. He pulled himself on top of the dumpster and lit a cigarette, as Jax thanked them for their support. Promised to make them proud. Went on a long speech about making things right. He half listened to it, even if Jax's words resonated in his head similarly about how he would make things right with Esther, regarding Everett.
-So, club's decision. Clay Morrow meets Mr. Mayhem. Bobby?
-Yea.
Yes. Yes. yes. Yes. When Jax asks him, oh, hell yeah. Clay's got to die. Their decision is unanimous, and they will be the ones, if other charters agree to the move, to make it happen. Happy really hopes he gets a piece of this pie, he wants to be part of the action.
-Clay's gonna be hiding pretty fucking deep, by now.
-Right you are, brother. We'll have to smoke him out, that's all.
Meaning, Jax is going to figure something out. He always does. The guy's pretty bright. A good leader, when given the chance. It wasn't a secret that Clay had made Jax VP only to keep Gemma happy. Because a happy Gemma means not having his balls busted constantly.
-What if we use Gemma?
-What?
-Clay. He's got to still be in deep for your mom. Pretty sure he'd give anything to be balls deep in her again, no offense.
-None taken. If this was just a year down the line, yeah, for sure. But it's been nine years. And my mom's made it pretty clear that she'd never go for that again. He put the lot of us in jail. And he put her life in danger. Not gonna work. But the idea isn't so bad.
-Klavdiya.
-Klavdiya Luganova?
Happy looked at Rat as if the guy had lost his mind. Either that, or he'd gone completely stupid within the last fifteen seconds.
-Buka would murder you for so much as entertaining the idea.
-And that's not mentioning Chibs. He's go ape-shit just thinking of Clay touching Klavdiya.
-But you do know who we could use?
They all turn to Happy, who's got a smirk on his face. He had the right one in mind, the girl just dangerous enough that Clay could get away with it, and just far enough places from the club and the Lagunov family that it could never be linked to the club.
-Vassiya Markovic.
-You out of your mind? Yegor Markovic would kill me just to think about this.
-But Marko owes me a personal favor, from within the walls. And you know damn well Vassiya looks just odd enough to keep Clay interested, and she's far enough form us not to link. If we can guarantee Vassiya's safety, he's gonna be on board. Plus, you know Buka's gonna have her girl's back.
-Ok, but it's your call to make, brother. Yegor Markovic is the last person I want to deal with right now.
-I'll go and visit him in the morning. Have Tig find out some of Clay's current routines.
-You got it, brother. I'll go and see Jury right now. Let him know what our vote is.
Happy stays there, watching his brothers walk away. He's not in the mood for parties. He's worried about Esther and their kid. If Clay decided to go down that route, it would be very ugly. Esther had never liked him, nor had she ever trust him. And a bullet to the head by Esther was not the way Happy wanted to see Clay go. Clay had to suffer a lot. And Esther as well, she had to suffer.
It was really warm outside, as he got off form his bike at this jail he's only left a week before. It felt a lot longer. Checking in, he didn't have anything illegal on him, but was told he would only have four minutes for a visit. He'd have to make it quick.
And he had to wait nearly an hour, sitting at the table, until Markovic was brought over by four guards, ankles and wrists bound, and his cuffs linked to the table, this was a dangerous guy. And with an ugly mug, too. Fifteen more years to go, killing spree, murdered nine civilians and a dozen cops.
-How's it going, brother? You need anything in here?
-Money on my card. Judge say Vassiya is not allowed for visit no more, and Krup is arrest, too.
-Shit, brother. That's rough. Krup need some cash, too?
-Da, please.
-Allright, you got it. Listen, it's Vassiya I came to talk to you about.
-Is problem for Vass'enka?
-No. Listen, cause they only gave me a minute and a half to talk to you. You know how Clay set all of us up?
-Da.
-Well he's trying to do it again. We're trying to find a way to get close to him again We thought of Gemma, but he's never gonna fall for that. We thought of Klavdiya but...
-Buka shoot your balls and make eat.
-Yeah, pretty much.
Happy didn't want to have to find a way to put it into words for Marko. The guy was a ticking time bomb with six years of jail under his belt, he could go off at any time, reach over the table and break Happy in half effortlessly. Yegor Markovich was not a guy that was afraid of a straight year in solitary, especially now that his wife wasn't allowed to visit him in the wall again.
-I owe for you. If Vassiya is ok for, then... Yes. But. If it happen for bad at only one of her hair, I swear, I break through wall, find you and whole MC and I murder and eat your flesh.
-And wear out intestines as belts. Yeah. Got you, brother. Thanks. Is there anything else I can do for you?
-You come back for visit. Bring my shirt of Vassiya smell. Or letter.
-I'll bring you a letter, man. I know she misses you.
-Thank you.
As he had expected, after two minutes, the guards come to interrupt, and return Marko to his cell, Happy's going to keep true to his word. At the office, he puts a hundred dollars on each of Krup and Marko's cards, he doesn't even know Krup's full name but it doesn't matter, the guard finds the right card.
Them with Opie and Chibs, they go to Lodi on the bikes, to hunt Vassiya down, he had to start with Buka's family's garage.
In the office, Klavdiya, holy Christ is this woman ever beautiful, and immediately, she gets flirty with Chibs, who's for one happy of the attention. Opie clearing his throat, that brings the older man back to reality.
-Aye love, you're beautiful. Where can we find Vassiya?
-V nochnom klube. Ona upravlyayet storonoy, segodnya vecherom.
-At the Russian nightclub. Thanks, love.
-Oh, stay Chibs. I not feel the safe.
Opie and Hap cannot hide their snort as Kalvdiya points her cleavage at Chibs who is clearly thorn between sexual attention and doing what he has for the club. Because Klavdiya isn't built like a scarecrow like her sister, she's rocking some double D's and a really thin waist, and she likes to show her assets.
-Hey, duty calls, brother. We'd be assholes to leave the lady not feeling safe. I guess we're one man down
-Aye, I'll make sure nothing makes her unsafe, brothers.
Klavdiya babbles in Russian as she pulls Chibs towards the closed office, the door slams before they even got to the exit themselves, once they are outside, Opie has a laugh, when they see Buka in the yard, in coveralls, she counted the bikes parked out front, and now how many of them came out, annoyance reads all over her face.
-If she have pregnant, is your balls I chop, too, little French boy.
-Hey for once she hasn't called me a bitch. Or you a ginger.
Seriously. Reviews, or no last chapter. I mean it. :D I don't remember what exactly Klavdiya says is Russian, but the important part was translated by Chibs. Rest is irrelevant to plot.