Here is the other chapter I promised. The previous chapter was more of a filler leading up into one of the climaxes of the season. If you all have seen the episodes from the current season, you know what is about to happen.

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Fallon: A Story of the Legacy

Chapter Twenty

Dru had heard some crazy shit in her time, but this had to take the cake. She had been contemplating about not picking up her cell phone. But at the last minute she did thinking it might be important. She did have some major things in the works. Maybe one of her contacts had needed to tell her something.

"Miss Fallon. Long time, no see."

Dru shut her eyes trying to force away the memories that the voice brought on. She sighed loudly. "Brendan Roark. It has been a long time. Personally I wanted it to be longer."

The man chuckled. "Ah, Miss Fallon, you always did have a sharp tongue."

"And getting sharper by the minute. What the hell are you calling me for?" she questioned him.

"I know where you are, lass. I know you're in Charming helping SAMCRO straighten some things out."

"Yeah. So?"

"Well, I just received an interesting phone call from Jackson Teller."

Jax had called the Kings? What the fuck had he been thinking? Obviously nothing because he had no idea the trouble he had just started. If Jax didn't want a war, then he shouldn't have personally called the Kings. How had he gotten their number? Then the light bulb came on. Dru realized that they must've caught Conner Malone.

"Jackson was telling me that he has Conner and two of my men. He reassured me that nothing would happen to them."

"As long as he gets out of the gun business," Dru cut in. "Give him what he wants, Roark. He's under a lot of heat over here. Feds are crawling all over the Sons. On top of that, two of his men were slaughtered by Galen."

"Aye, we heard. But Miss Fallon, he can't just walk away with a clean slate."

"He offered you August Marks, right?"

"Aye."

"Take him up on that offer. Marks can do what the Sons never could. They can double, hell maybe even triple, your buyers. They could distribute to other areas besides just Northern Cali. Marks can make you a lot of money, Roark. It doesn't matter that he's black."

"I told Jackson that we would talk it over and then back to him."

Dru scoffed. "Oh, come on, Roark. We both know that you've already talked it over. I bet you five bucks that Galen is sitting there with you right now. Whatever you and Jax talked about, Galen probably shot down immediately. Well, you should know that Galen is not the most trustworthy person. He's a lying bastard that just wants to stuff his pockets. I guarantee you that he has made side deals that made his wallet bigger without feeding it to the Kings," she explained. "Him and Clay do go back twenty some years."

"I would watch what you say, Miss Fallon. Once upon a time, you worked for us," Roark told her.

"Against my will," Dru growled. "Galen turned me into the killer that I am. I did it to survive. I was being beaten and raped and starved on a daily basis when I wasn't submitting to you all. As soon as I started obeying I was treated like a fucking princess."

"You liked it, Drusilla," Galen's voice came over the phone.

The motherfuckers had her on speakerphone. Well, if that was the game they wanted to play, then so be it.

"You never broke me, Galen. You might like to think that you did, but you didn't. I think by holding a gun to your head yesterday I proved that."

"Aye, and you also killed one of my men," Galen said.

"And I'm sure that you went back home telling the daddies all about it," she sarcastically remarked.

"Enough!" Roark shouted.

Dru quieted. She was hot with a rage she had never felt before. She struggled to control it.

"You listen to me, you sons of bitches. I know you're not going to let Jax out of the business easily, or quietly for that matter. I have a feeling that you plan on making this into a war. Well, if you feel the need, go right on ahead. You just remember whose side I'm on. In the end, you all will feel my wrath. Not just on behalf of SAMCRO, but also mine. You ruined my life and I want to make sure that you feel the same misery that I feel every day. Do you understand me, Roark?"

There was a pause on the other end for just a moment. "Aye, Miss Fallon. We heard you."

And then she hung up on them.

Dru exited the dorm she was staying in. She was fit to be tied. A fierce rage had just settled deep into her veins. The IRA would get what was coming to them. She really needed to tell Jax about the phone call, but she couldn't, not without giving herself away. Maybe she could give him the cliff notes version, but that wouldn't work either. It would end in Jax interrogating her about how well she knew the Kings. Well, the answer would be intimately.

She knew full well what was coming the Sons way. The Irish would send in a punishment for their bold insubordination. There was nothing they could do to stop it.

Jax had laid down the gauntlet when he had offered them Marks as a distributor. She had pointed a gun at Galen's head and killed one of their men. There were too many offenses for the IRA to just ignore.

Dru found Tig standing outside in the parking lot. "Where's Jax?" she asked him. Tig pointed at the entrance. A gray van was pulling in. Jax and Chibs jumped out of it.

"Hey," Tig greeted them. "Rogue Rivers on their way down now."

"Okay, good. Hap's with the Irish," Jax said. "I should hear something hopefully from the Kings soon."

'No, Jax, you don't want that,' Dru thought.

"How did things go here?" Jax questioned.

"Fine. Tara and Rat are at the hospital. Gemma and Unser went somewhere."

"And you," Jax said putting his attention on Dru. "Did you find out anything?"

Dru would at least give him this. "He's back in Belfast."

"Shit," Jax muttered. "Alright, obviously we can't get to him from here. We're just going to have to wait. Well, I got to go to Diosa, meet Collette and Barosky. I'll see you guys later."

Juice walked up to interrupt them. Before Jax could leave, Juice stopped him. "Hey. Uh, I just got off with Clay's lawyer. He set up a conjugal between Clay and Gemma."

"Uh-huh," Jax hummed.

"What the…" Dru muttered.

"When?" Jax asked.

"Now," Juice replied. "He's waiting. He said to tell Gemma to bring five-hundred cash."

"He's bought himself a cell," Chibs said.

"What the hell's that mean?" Juice was confused.

"It means the state cannot wire a conjugal. You have to do it with your spouse," Tig replied.

"Clay needs to tell her something," Dru finished.

"Yeah? And who's going to tell her?" Juice pointed at the Lincoln driving in. They all looked at the car carrying Gemma back.

"Sounds like a job for a loving son to me," Tig remarked.

"Yeah," Jax sighed. He looked at Dru and Chibs then pointed to himself. "You two with me."

"Damn it, Jax!" Dru exclaimed.

"Aye, I'll back you up," Chibs told him as he gave Juice and Tig the finger.

"I don't want to back you up. I don't want to be standing in the same room as you deliver that news," Dru replied.

"No, you two are going to take her," Jax ordered them.

"Oh, no. I do not take orders from you," Dru said. "I am not taking Gemma to her conjugal with Clay."

"Look." Jax stopped them and looked straight at Dru. "You two are the only ones I trust to do this. And I'm sure Mom would want someone there that she's comfortable with, and that would be you."

Dru sighed. "Why do you always have to guilt trip me for?" she asked. "Damn it."

"Gemma Teller-Morrow for Clay Morrow," she told the guard.

Dru and Chibs stood with Gemma inside the prison. She hated how Jax had worked her just right to do this. At the same time, she was curious as to what Clay needed to tell Gemma.

The guard buzzed open the door and Gemma handed over her purse to Dru. "You'll be fine," she assured the Queen.

"Yeah," Gemma whispered.

Gemma was walking back to them. Dru immediately knew something was wrong. She had been in there for quite some time. They buzzed her back in on the other side.

"Gemma?" Dru questioned.

"Just get me out of here."

They took Gemma to Diosa to meet up with Jax. Gemma had relayed what Clay had told her. Jax certainly had a set of balls. But Dru guessed she did too. They had both offered up August Marks as a distributor. After all, Marks could make the Irish more money, and that's all they were really concerned about. Nevertheless, the Kings would never get over their hatred of blacks.

She hadn't been surprised when Clay had told Gemma that the IRA wanted to keep him as a distributor. It wasn't really the Kings that wanted to keep him, it was Galen. She would end up putting a bullet in Galen's head if it was last thing she did.

Dru was savoring a glass of neat scotch when she seen Jax come through the doorway. His hand was in the whore's. She had it on good authority that Jax had slept with her. She better put down the glass of scotch before she shattered the damn thing.

"Who's the blonde?" Gemma asked.

"The whore partner," Dru answered.

Jax walked over to their table. "Did you talk to Clay?"

"Yeah," Gemma nodded.

"I'll fill you in," Chibs said draining the rest of his drink. "Kitchen. You too, Dru."

Twice in one day. Why in the hell was she being drug in there? She knew what was going down. Chibs was going to flip out on Jax.

"What the hell is up with the two of you ordering me around?" she asked them.

"Shut up, Dru," Chibs told her.

Jax was bringing up the rear behind Dru. The three of them walked around the corner and into the kitchen. Jax had been in the middle of asking Chibs what Clay had said, and before Dru knew it, Chibs had Jax up against a rack of kitchen utensils.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Chibs exclaimed. "Offering the Kings black as a partner? Jesus Christ! Why don't you just ask if you could rape their mothers? It's the same level of offense."

"Are you trying to tell me what Clay said?" Jax asked calmly.

"He told Gemma that the Irish reached out to him," Dru cut in swiftly. She could see that Chibs was struggling with his anger. She figured she could finish this. "And they want him to run point on distribution."

"Oh, shit," Jax muttered realizing what that meant.

"Aye," Chibs whispered. "Shit." He walked back up to Jax. "You cannot run this club on your own."

"August made the offer," Jax defended. "I didn't say yes or no. I—" he paused. "I floated it to the Irish as an option."

"Behind my back!" Chibs shouted feeling betrayed. "I could've told you how deep this hatred runs."

Dru knew exactly how deep it ran. But in the matter of money, she thought that the Kings would get over it if it meant more dollar signs. Obviously, the Irish were a stubborn lot. Granted she was part Irish so she understood the pigheaded part.

She was looking at Chibs. She had no doubt that he felt betrayal. But she had told him that Jax had every right to do it, and he did. She had only hoped that in time Chibs would understand. Evidently he didn't. He had clearly been outraged.

"Do you trust me, Jackie?" he asked him. "Do you trust any of us? Cause it's not just your club."

"It might not be anyone's club for much longer," Jax told him as he pulled a cell phone out and began dialing a number.

"Mind if I stay for this one?" Chibs questioned him.

Dru watched as Jax gave him a look that said, 'Are you really asking me that?' She figured she could walk out on this one. "Well, I'll let the two of you handle this one, so—"

"No, Dru, you're staying too. I want you here," Jax told her.

And with that, she stayed.

"Don't give up Clay. He may be our only way into them," Chibs said.

"Alright," Jax nodded. He pressed the call button and put it on speakerphone. It was ringing.

Someone on the other end picked up. Dru immediately recognized their voice and her body visibly shuttered. She glanced up to notice that Chibs had caught her in the act. She read his questioning expression. At that moment she knew that she would have inquiries to answer to later.

"It's Jax. Just wondering if you've made a decision."

"I was just about to phone you up, Jackson," Roark told him. "We're very close. Still need to discuss it with a few people. It's what, 6:00 there?"

"Yeah, just about," Jax answered.

"We'll give you a call at 8:00 your time. Don't use that phone anymore. It's traceable by now. Still keep burners at the clubhouse?"

"Yeah. I'll text you the number."

"We'll give you our answer and conditions. You'll need to vote right away. We will want to know how to move forward."

"I'll make sure I got a full table," Jax said.

"Aye," Roark agreed. "Until then." And the line went dead.

Jax flipped his phone off too. "Maybe their greed is trumping their racism."

Chibs still looked worried. "Well, that will be a first, Jackie boy."

Dru didn't think that was going to happen.