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Author's Note: You will learn in this chapter why Dru could not kill August right away. It wasn't just for the plot, but also because of her situation.

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Fallon: End of an Era

"What was that back there?" Jax asked her.

Dru barely heard what he said. There was a roaring in her head as she stared at Bobby's body. She and Jax volunteered to ride in the back of the van with him. Now gazing upon the body of the man who had meant so much to her, that had carried a lot of the history of SAMCRO with him, she regretted her decision.

"Dru!" he barked.

She snapped out of her thoughts to glare at the person who she loved more than her own life. He was grieving, she could tell. But she also sensed an underlying rage that he was keeping in check. Dru didn't know if it was directed at her or at August. 'Probably a little bit of both,' she thought to herself.

"What the hell was that back there?" he questioned her again.

Dru sighed as she rested her back against the interior of the van. She didn't quite know how to answer him. After all, she had made her decision behind his back. He had begged her not to follow through, but how could she, in good conscience, protect her own life without preserving the legend that meant everything to her? How could she stand back and allow the man she loved to do this on his own? Dru wasn't a coward, nor was she selfish.

"Are you going to answer me?" Jax retorted.

"I did what needed to be done," she finally replied.

"Oh, really? Then how come I seen you throw knives at August?" he remarked. "You did the worst thing possible. Now you're going to have people chasing your ass down. I told you that I couldn't lose you."

"I knew the risks, Jackson."

"Apparently not since you just did the one thing to guarantee your execution. You told me that if you were to choose sides…" Jax shook his head. "What does that even mean anyways? You never did explain it."

She frustratingly exhaled. "I did my part for the U.S. government. I still do sometimes. Most of my work though is freelance. I made promises to not choose sides, to not put myself in the middle. I was to remain neutral."

"So you could work for both sides," Jax stated.

"In a nutshell, yes. I did too many favors for our government. Then again, I had done the same thing on foreign land. I learned to play nice for a paycheck, but to also preserve my life."

"And you just fucked that up by threatening August."

"August represents what is wrong with our government. He's got so many politicians in his pocket, Jax. Governors, Senates, judges…" she scoffed. "It's ridiculous how corrupt our administration is. But because August is their 'buddy' I am technically not allowed to touch him. And I just did."

"Which is why you didn't kill him."

"I can't. Not just yet."

Jax shook his head. "I can't believe you. I told you—"

"Don't say it again!" Dru cut him off. "I've heard it enough. I know what you told me. But it's my turn to say something. I did what I had to do to protect you and the club. I can do things that no one else is capable of. I have contacts that the U.S. government can't touch. I've got the skills and the intelligence to make the situation better. Whether you like it or not, I'm going to use them. And the leadership that our country follows so blindly, they can come after me if they want. But what they don't know is that I have an ace in the hole. I've got many deals still left in my hand."

Jax smirked as he gazed upon her beauty. He finally comprehended what he had refused to in the beginning. It didn't matter that she would now be on the wanted list. She did have ways of disappearing, although he believed she wouldn't use them. She wasn't one to turn tail and run. However, she would put up one hell of a fight. Dru wasn't willing to lose her life over this, but she also wasn't willing to lose the legacy that the SAMCRO family had built. And she wasn't prepared to lose the only person she had loved her entire life.

"You have no intention of going down, do you, Dru?" he questioned.

"I haven't gone down yet, baby. Why should I start now?" she grinned.

Gemma became worried when they arrived back at the cabin. Everyone looked somber, and it didn't help matters when Montez and Quinn took the boys. Jax had told everyone to take a seat in the living room.

"What's going on?" Gemma asked.

"Bobby's dead," Jax told her.

If she were standing, she'd have staggered back until she fell. Instead, she sat there flummoxed over the news of his death. Poor Bobby. Her lies…

She looked over at Dru who stood leaning against the front door. The look she was getting from the other woman was one of animosity. Dru was trying to convey her dislike for her lies. She had tried to tell Gemma that lying about the Chinese involvement would only bring pain and more violence, but she had refused to listen. She had to protect herself. But yet, she still didn't understand why Dru had involved herself. In the beginning, Gemma believed Dru had done it to shelter her, to defend the matriarch, but now she was starting to believe a different reason. One that was much more sinister.

"Oh, God," Gemma murmured.

"It was August Marks. Retaliation for us going after the Chinese," Jax explained.

And there was the final nail in her coffin.

Jax went to find the Grant and the pastor's wife after delivering the blow to his family. On the ride over, he and Dru had discussed battle tactics. He had listened carefully to her advice. In the end, they had to compromise since neither one was willing to back down from wanting what they wanted.

"Grant told me what happened," Loutreesha said as Jax took the seat adjacent to her. "I'm sorry."

"It's me that should be sorry," Jax told her. He looked at Grant. "You were right. I keep making mistakes and putting the two of you at risk."

"We know you were only trying to help. I can sense that you are a decent man," she told him.

"I don't think that's true," Jax shook his head.

"What happens now?" Grant asked.

"Dru and I debated about that. She did her part in making sure that August didn't strike back at you two again. Whether or not she made sure that he'd never come after the club again, we don't know. But the only way we can stop Marks is by having him arrested."

"But you gave him the body," Grant said.

"Most of the preacher is still on the construction site. Dru was the one to convince me to keep my own small piece of him in case August was to try to get even. I'm giving the D.A. your statement saying you got an anonymous tip; maybe from one of your gun affiliated parishioners and lead the cops to the body. They'll have motive and your statement."

"But you said having him arrested will just make it worse," Loutreesha stated.

"This is a band-aid until I can fix it permanently," Jax told her.

"So that means that my mom will have to testify," Grant said.

"She just has to back up her statement for now. I'm going to bring you home tomorrow. You should find a good lawyer. I'll keep a couple of my guys with you." Jax went to walk out, but he couldn't leave without saying one more thing. "Look, I know this has been brutal. But I kept my word. You're both alive and safe. I'm not going to break that promise."

Loutreesha softly grinned at him in thanks.

Jax and Dru stood outside of the five-star restaurant that August had been enjoying dinner at. As August walked by their line of sight in handcuffs, he quickly picked them out. As he stared into Dru's eyes, the fear came back to blacken his heart. There were things she was capable of that made him tremble. He had the limp and the bandage around his hand to prove it. When the cops had come to arrest him they had asked what happened to him. He had swiftly lied to them. After all, Drusilla Fallon didn't even exist.

That night, Jax and Dru found themselves passionately tangled within one another. They were celebrating their survival. Jax possessively caressed her body to reassure himself she was still there. He didn't know how many nights they would have left. He acknowledged that she would do everything in her power to make this situation disappear, but sometimes fate had a different plan for you.

Just like fate had taken her away from him. Fate had made her endure the worst torment ever. Fate had made her into the killer that she was. But fate had also brought her back to him. Now he was worried about mankind stealing her.

He carnally attacked her mouth with his as he thrust inside her. She gasped her surprise at his rough entry. She quickly moaned. Dru loved it when he was rough. Jax nibbled at her collarbone as he pulled at her hair to gain more access to her neck. She hooked her legs higher on his waist, so he could reach maximum penetration. It was an erotic dance that satisfied the darkness inside of them.

"So, how is Tully?" Dru asked him as he exited the prison.

Jax smiled at Dru who stood beside their bikes. She was so beautiful; an exquisite creature that left him in constant need. And the way that she handled herself made her so smoking hot that he couldn't think straight half the time.

"Tully is Tully," he replied.

She lightly chuckled. "No surprise there. What about Otis?"

"Tully says he's solid."

She nodded her head. "And Juice?"

"Still in solitary. Don't have a clue why."

"I'm assuming we're gonna have to assist Tully in shifting management," Dru said.

Jax shrugged. "Leland's not gonna be happy."

"I never did like the whole white supremacist thing," she sighed. "Too many phallic symbols going around."

Jax sniggered. "Come on."

Otis met them outside. Dru considered that good manners. He didn't make them come find him. And from what she could tell, Otis was much more well-groomed than Leland…and nicer.

"You Otis?" Jax questioned.

He nodded as Jax made the introductions to him. Otis seemed startled that a female was in the group, but he didn't comment on it.

"I talked to Tully," Jax told him as they began making their way behind the house.

"I know. Things are in play," Otis said.

"Where's Leland?" Chibs asked.

"He's late. I don't know if he can read a watch."

"Doubt it," Happy commented.

"Most of my guys are in the house, plus the two at the camper. I've got four coming in from AZ today."

"How many are having problems with the shift?" Dru asked.

"Leland's boy, Scoop, Rudy, and maybe Decker. The rest of them don't give a shit," Otis answered.

"What the hell they doing here?" Scoop exclaimed as he stood from the picnic table.

"Tully wanted me to meet them," Otis replied.

"Did you tell Leland?"

"We will. When he gets here," Jax stated.

"And what is a woman doing here?"

"Don't you worry about me, sweetheart. I'm just along for the ride," Dru spoke up.

"Well, you can ride me any time you want," the asshole flirted.

"In your dreams, fucktard."

Scoop whistled. "And she's feisty too. I like that." Dru rolled her eyes as he continued to talk. "And he's not going to like some tranny humper at his seat down."

Dru's eyes widened and looked at Tig. The cold, calculating look came into his eyes. She stepped back. She knew what was coming.

"What'd you say?"

"What, man? You think people don't know you suck dick? Badass outlaw like to ride bitch to some T-girl."

Dru really wished the idiot would shut up. Tig was smiling now.

Tig began taking steps to walk up to him, but Chibs stopped him. "Not the time, brother. Not the time."

"I'm okay with the time," Otis told him.

"He's okay with the time," Chibs repeated as he patted Tig on the back.

"Hey, mule head. I think you owe me an apology," Tig said walked from the group. Dru promptly put her hand on the handle of her pistol behind her back. She didn't want any sudden movements.

"Are you kidding me? If you were in this crew, you'd get your dick shot off, you ass raping freak!" Scoop told him.

Next thing Dru knew Tig had pulled his weapon out and shot the asshole in the dick. 'Nice payback on his part,' she thought. But she had to pull her own pistol out. She didn't enjoy these confrontations. Everyone had a goddamn gun pointed and she didn't like it. However, she did appreciate the painful sounds coming from Scoop's mouth.

"Easy, everyone! Guns down! Now!" Otis ordered.

Dru saw movement when she thought the guy was going to lower his gun. She quickly unloaded a bullet and hit him square in the eye while another landed perfectly in the center of the forehead. Dru looked to see Jax had shot too.

"Jinx," she said.

"Next shithead that doesn't listen is gonna get the same thing from me," Otis warned.

"Traitor!" Scoop screamed from the ground. "Son of a bitch bitches!"

"Shut up, you redneck douchebag," Otis told him.

"You wanna know where Leland is? He's on his way to kill that bitch cop!"

"What are you talking about?"

Scoop spit at him. Obviously it made Happy angry since Dru watched him walk over to the asshole and put a foot on the bullet hole in his junk. The scream that followed was music to her ears.

"He asked you a question," Happy calmly said.

"You lied to us. You said you'd shut her up. Leland knows Tully is using you to take him out," Leland told him. "You let that cop turn him over for killing her nigger partner."

"Eglee," Dru murmured.

"Shit. I gotta go," Jax said. He looked at Dru and nodded at her.

She got the message loud and clear, but she patted Tig on the shoulder. "I'll let you take care of him."

"My pleasure," Tig sneered as he let loose another bullet into Scoop's chest.

Thank God for Unser. He was there to clean up the mess that Jax had left. But Unser didn't let him go without guilt tripping him first. She had to admit that while growing up in Charming, Unser had kept the peace. He had learned to play on both sides of the fence, and in return had preserved a diplomatic Charming. Well, in a way.

But Jax didn't know that Leland would find out about Eglee being alive. After all, they had tried to keep her identity a secret; they had tried to hide her survival.

Dru watched Chibs get off the phone and get Jax's attention. "Was it Tyler?"

"No. Wendy. They need you at Abel's school," Chibs told him.

"What now?"

"She doesn't know."

"Well, have her send Gemma."

"Child Services were called. They need the father."

Jax looked like someone had gutted him. Dru walked up and grabbed ahold of his hand. "Go. We'll handle black. You go take care of your family," she told him.

"We got it, brother," Chibs reassured him.

"Yeah, alright," Jax murmured. He paused long enough to kiss Dru's forehead and then he left.

"Hap, you stay with him," Chibs ordered.

As Happy left to follow him, Dru looked at Tig and Chibs. "Well, let's get to it," she said.

"Who put you in charge?" Tig retorted.

"Your mother."

Dru got the first shot on Moses. It was in the leg and quickly made him fall to his knees. All the rest fell down around him—dead.

"Hold it!" Jax ordered.

The gunshots ceased until they could tell that Moses was the only one moving. She had made him a promise a couple days ago that she fully intended to keep. Chibs took the gun from his hand and handed it off to Happy. Dru grabbed him underneath the chin to make sure he didn't struggle too much during the process she was about to complete.

"Fuck you, Fallon!" Moses growled.

She smirked and then dug her fingers into his eye socket and violently ripped his eyeball out. He yelled out in helpless agony. Dru threw him to the ground once she felt the eyeball exit the socket. Jax and Chibs held him down next and cut his fingers from his body. They did to him what he had done to Bobby. Once the two tasks were done, they stood over him. Jax took his gun out, but Dru quickly stopped him. She had promised retribution by getting her hands on him.

When he raised himself up and turned to look at her… Yes, that was what she wanted. She wanted him to know who was about to take his life. Dru grasped his head between her hands and viciously snapped his neck. He dropped lifelessly to the ground.

Dru sighed. "Now you can shoot him."