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Fallon: A Story of the Legacy
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dru had watched from the sidelines as they took Gemma away in handcuffs. She had received a frantic phone call from Gemma. The Queen had then begun to tell her the story of what happened. Dru immediately believed her. Never in a million years would Gemma Teller-Morrow, in good conscience no matter how much she hated Tara, hurt her grandchild. Dru knew this. So, something fishy was going on.
Tara had been spending a lot of time at St. Thomas with Margaret Murphy and Wendy Case. The lawyer had been there too. Liam had already informed her of the divorce papers that were in the works. Dru believed with all of her heart that Tara planned on running and taking the boys with her. Well, it wasn't happening on her watch.
She had to get Gemma out of jail, and then she had to find proof of Tara's deceit. Jax would certainly fight her on this, but if Jax got in her way, may God have mercy on his soul.
The bitch was going down.
"Have you seen the newspaper this morning?" Tig asked her over the phone.
"Tig, I haven't even had my first cup of coffee," Dru complained.
"You need to get to the clubhouse as soon as you can," he told her.
She sighed. "I have a lot of shit to do today, Tig. I can't just be at Jax's beck and call every second."
"Jax doesn't even know about this yet. But we figured that once he did, he would need you."
"He doesn't fucking need me," Dru snapped. "I'm just a crutch. What he should be doing today is taking care of his vulnerable wife." She bit off the last word with such hatred she thought she was going to puke.
"He'll be here soon too. He always checks in, especially with everything going on the way it is."
Dru groaned with annoyance. "Fine. I'll be there as soon as I can."
She hung up on him fully intending on drinking the rest of her brew from the heavens above. But before she could she heard her laptop ding from the living room. Dru picked up her coffee and quickly made a beeline for it. The search had gone good. She had hacked into St. Thomas' files to look up Tara's medical records. If she really was pregnant, it would be in here. Of course with the hospital administrator on her side, it might not be so easy. Even if she didn't find it here, she would keep on looking.
And if Tara thought she was safe, the bitch had another thing coming to her. She would get to the ice cream shop as soon as possible after she scanned these files. Jax would have to wait.
Dru had another cup of coffee just for good measure. She quickly went out to buy a newspaper. She was curious as to what Tig was talking about earlier. As soon as she seen the headline she hurried over to the clubhouse. This could not wait to be fixed.
She walked into the ice cream shop and made a run for the stairs leading up to the new chapel. She slowed down at the door and began knocking loudly. Rat was the one to answer the door. Dru hastily made her way inside to find a full table. She forgot the fucking rules. She didn't care.
"Dru, what the hell—" Jax began.
She held up the newspaper. "If you don't get this under control, all of Charming is going to turn on each other."
"You think I don't know that?" Jax snapped. "That's why we're having this meeting."
"Well, stop meeting amongst yourselves. You all know what has to be done. Stop sitting here like knots on a log and go."
"Dru," he sighed. "I'm not having the best day and…"
"Yeah, yeah…your precious wife had a miscarriage, I know," she cut him off. His eyes shot back to her. They were lit with rage because of her sarcasm. She pointed at him. "Don't start right now. The last thing you need to do is get pissed. You need to listen to me. If you don't diffuse the situation right now, all hell is going to break loose. And if that happens, I can't help you. I would be one woman against a mob, and that's not very good odds. Tara will still be grieving once you resolve this."
"I can't go half-cocked on this, Dru. We got to think about how we're going to handle everything. There are other people involved."
"I know, Jackson, but the least you could do is get up off your ass," she told him. "Now, I have other things to do. I can't be there to hold hands with you all today. I'm sure you'll come up with someone without my input."
"Dru!" Jax yelled after her once she exited the door. "Fuck!"
Everything was in place with Tara's medical records. The positive pregnancy test, visits to the OB/GYN, ultrasounds…it was almost too perfect. Dru just had a gut feeling that whatever was in those files were falsified, and the first person she was going to visit was the hospital administrator. She would have the power to do all this for Tara.
She had literally just grabbed her keys when her phone rang. She looked at the screen. It was Chibs. "Look, I don't have time to—" she began when she picked up the phone.
"You'll make time for this, Dru," Chibs told her.
It was his somber tone that made her pause. "What happened?"
Chibs sighed. "When we went to go meet with the Bislats, someone was parked down the street watching us. We figured it was a cop sitting on them. Come to find out—"
"It wasn't," she cut in.
"No."
"Chibs…what happened?"
"You were right. The town of Charming is turning on each other," he replied.
Dru put her hand to her head to massage her temples. A headache was already forming. "What did the driver do?"
"He ran over one of the Bislat guys," Chibs answered. "He's dead. The driver ran him over and drove away."
"Did you get an ID on the car?"
"We're trying to find it now."
Dru nodded. "Send me a text with all the information on the car you have. I'll find it."
"Thank you, Dru."
She had quickly found the car. The owner hadn't even tried to hide it. She was standing in the shade blow a tree keeping an eye on the house to see if any movement took place. She had already called Chibs back to let him know of her findings. They were on their way.
The only thing she was worried about was that some of the Bislats had found the car too. They had shown up ten minutes after her. They made her nervous. The group was anxious, shaking with untold fury. Dru didn't blame them.
She heard the roar of the motorcycles coming down the street. 'Finally,' she thought throwing her cigarette away that she had been smoking.
Chibs was the first one by her side. "Good job, Dru."
"Yeah, well…it's what I'm good at," she replied. "Have you called Jax?"
"He should be here within five minutes."
Dru nodded. "And what do you all plan on doing with the driver?"
Chibs looked around. "From the looks of it we might not have to do anything."
"Yeah," she scoffed. "The Bislats are raring to go. I've kept my eye on them."
"How long they been here?" he asked.
"Give or take ten, fifteen minutes," Dru shrugged.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered.
"I told Jax to handle this as quickly as possible, and he didn't want to listen to me."
"He's got other stuff to deal with, Dru."
"I don't give two shits, Chibs. He can grieve later. This was life or death. That newspaper article was meant to cause a war, and that's exactly what it's done. I'm sorry if I can't scrounge up enough sympathy for Jax and Tara right now. A man is dead for no reason. This could've all been avoided," she explained.
"Didn't you tell us when you first got here that you were going to help with that problem?"
"I can only do so much at one time. I handled your U.S. Marshall problem."
"Yeah, about that…" Chibs said. "I have a feeling that you had something to do with his death."
Dru shook her head. "No. Otto killed him."
"Otto may have killed him, but you pointed Otto in the right direction."
As innocent as she could she said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Chibs chuckled. "Sure you don't."
About that time, Dru heard another motorcycle coming down the street. It was Jax finally making an appearance. She watched as he parked his bike next to the others.
"Dru found the car, Jax. It's down there at the end of the block," Tig pointed.
"Do we know who?" Jax asked.
"He's obviously not a cop," Dru snapped.
"Local dude. I guess he used to roll with Camino Muerto," Juice answered.
"Yeah, and they haven't been around for years, bro," Tig said.
"You think he's working for someone else?" Jax questioned.
"No, probably not. But we have a problem. Tig talked to them. The Bislats put the call out," Chibs told him.
"Ah, shit," Jax muttered.
"Yeah, they want to knock the door down and blow his brains out," Tig replied.
"Maybe we should back away from this one," Chibs suggested.
"No," Jax ordered. "There's a better way. D.A. pressed Barosky about the hit and run this morning. She's threatening to undo his port control if he doesn't give her something."
"So, he gives her the driver," Dru cut in.
"Yeah, but we don't even know who this guy is," Juice said.
"Whoever he is, it isn't about us," Jax told them. "Barosky feeds him to the cops, puts this guy out of commission, we keep our relationships intact."
"Aye, makes sense," Chibs replied. "What do we do about the three amigos over there?"
"Nothing. Just keep them calm until we hear sirens," Jax instructed them as he went to pull out his phone.
Dru watched the others go over to the Bislats, she guessed to make conversation. "Keep them calm, Jax? One of their buddies died. At your hands, by the way."
"I didn't kill him, Dru," he growled.
"Might as well have," she shrugged. "You weren't driving the car, but you certainly put the driver in it."
Jax exhaled roughly. He held up his finger as he put the phone to his ear. Dru overheard him tell Barosky the address of the driver's house. As soon as he was off the phone, he was back in her face.
"What the hell are you doing here anyways? You said you were going to be busy, that you couldn't hold our hands today," Jax remarked.
"Well, I really can't, but Chibs called. He figured I could find the car before anyone else could."
"Which you did. But you didn't have to come here. You could've just given the address to Chibs and gone on your merry way," he sarcastically said.
"If I hadn't have been here, the Bislats would already be in that house. I beat them by maybe ten minutes."
"And how were you supposed to keep them away?" he asked.
"I am packing," Dru shrugged.
"So, you would've just opened fire on the street?"
"If I had to, Jax, yes, I would. If it had been the only way to protect you and the club, I would've shot those three bastards standing over there."
"And then what would've happened to you?"
"I know how to cover my tracks. No one would have ever known I was here."
It was answer that dumbfounded Jax, shocked him straight to the heart. She was telling him those words as if she had done it before, but he didn't believe for a second that his Dru could be capable of that.
"Alright, well, I'm going to get out of here if you don't need my services anymore," Dru told him.
"And what kind of services do you offer exactly, Dru?"
She turned to walk away, but smirked at him before she did. Jax watched as she straddled her bike, put her helmet on, and took off like a bat out of hell. He sighed in frustration. He didn't know if he would ever find out Dru's secrets. She was a different person than she was five years ago, but at the same time Jax could still see who she once was at the most important moments. This just happened to not be one of them.
Dru met up with Gemma as the Queen was pulling into her home. She had patiently sat on her bike as she waited for her to return. She had received the news that she had been released from police custody. Dru knew that Gemma would eventually come home.
Gemma climbed out of her car. "Have you come to do Jax's dirty work?" she asked Dru.
"And what dirty work would that be?"
"I don't know," Gemma shrugged. "I figured he would already have a hit out on me."
"As far as I know, he doesn't. Even if I had been the one he called I couldn't do that. Especially when you didn't do shit," Dru told her.
Gemma's eyes lit up the smallest bit. "And how do you know? You know the love-hate relationship between me and Tara."
"Yeah," Dru nodded. "But what Jax failed to remember is that you would never hurt your family, let alone a grandchild." She watched as Gemma breathed a sigh of relief. "The bitch wasn't pregnant, was she?"
"No," Gemma answered. "It was all a lie."
"Tell me what happened. All of it. And if you leave one detail out, I might just carry out that hit you were talking about."
Gemma smirked. "You got it."
