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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

CHAPTER 48: STRAIGHT SHOOTER

"Are you kidding me? These guys are a joke!" Darby finished off his glass of milk as Andy bitched about the fights that they were watching on TV. "Is it just me? Or are they horrible?"

The bald man rolled his eyes, pushing the dark haired woman off of his lap as he waltzed into the kitchen for a refill. He twisted the cap off of the milk jug, replenishing his beverage when he heard the sound of the door being kicked in, seeing Andy go down as shots started going off. He dropped to the tiles below his feet and scrambled into the pantry as he heard the two women he'd bought for the night screaming and then hitting the floor, reaching for the gun that was on the shelf above him and holding it close.

"Watch my back!" One of the intruders yelled, heading his way.

His brow creased when he heard the footsteps stop, peeking out quickly once he heard whoever it was standing at his kitchen table, rifling through the contents of the manilla envelope. The envelope that only Alvarez knew he had.

"Yo we got it!" The gunman turned to his partner who was waiting in the doorway, confirming that this was what they'd come for. But he looked down to the ground at the man they'd killed and felt his mind start to race.

"Let's go! Esai's waiting!" The shorter man looked out the door at their getaway driver who was motioning for them to hurry. "What's the matter man?"

"I-I'm not sure it's the right dude...

"We gotta split, dog. Let's go!"

"Goddamn… It's gotta be." He shook his head before taking off after his partner, not wanting to think any more about the possibility that he had killed the wrong man.

Darby stood slowly when he heard the footsteps lead out the door and the sound of squealing tires, peeking around the corner to be sure that the coast was clear before he began assessing the damage: a destroyed living room and three dead bodies.

Jax bolted through the metal door as soon as they pulled up outside of Devon's Irish Pub with Juice, Opie, Chibs, and Half-Sack in tow. Even though he'd been briefed by Clay over the phone, he hadn't at all been prepared for the reality that hit him when he walked in to see Sydney on the bloodied floor, two dead Mayans, and a bar that had been blown to shit.

"Jesus…" He caught his breath, stalking over to Clay who was sitting on a barstool with his head in his hands. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Clay sighed. He wasn't worried about himself. "I can't track down Gemma though."

"She's at the hospital with the kid." Jax assured her as Half-Sack ran over to his injured friend, taking over for Devon who had been applying pressure to her wound which had been tied off by Clay's blue flannel.

"Okay, good." He sighed in relief. At least one of the women under his watch was safe.

"You know…" Sydney's eyes rolled back, fluttering as she tried to look at Tig who was sitting with her head in his lap. "I liked this position better this morning." A lazy smile spread across her paleing complexion.

Tig laughed and shook his head when she referred to her leg up on the prospects shoulder to keep the blood flow level. He couldn't believe that she was joking in a time like this, but it made him feel a little bit better, and he loved her even more because of it.

"Where's McKeevy?" Chibs looked to Clay from where he was on the ground feeding Sydney tequila from the bottle as he assessed the entry point. He began to worry as he made note of the minimal blood loss; there weren't many explanations for low blood loss in a severe injury - and none of them were favorable.

"He's dead. Port Commissioner had him beat to death." Clay sneered.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." The Scotsman cried as everyone took in the news.

"We'll get rid of the Mexicans." Devon assured the SAMCRO President.

"She's hurt real bad, we gotta get her to the hospital." Clay ordered his crew, he'd already known that it was bad when he felt how deep the slug was, but the look on Chibs' face told him all that he needed to know.

"Not a problem." Half-Sack spoke as he got to his feet, snapping a fresh clip into his glock as Clay looked at him with a raised brow.

Juice kicked the door open, making sure it was clear before he motioned for the rest of the crew as Tig and Clay carried Sydney out.

"Uncle Freddy's Infirmary at your service." Half-Sack couldn't keep the playful smile off of his face as he opened the doors to the ambulance that he'd stolen and been ridiculed for. Sydney cackled audibly while Clay smiled and shook his head, but Tig had no reaction. He only had room for one thing in his mind right now.

"That's gonna scar." Clay nodded to Sydney's thigh as they laid her down on the stretcher, hoping that some lightheartedness would keep up her good spirits and maybe help to lift his.

"You can throw my reaper over it." She grinned.

Clay chortled, stepping out of the ambulance to reconvene with his crew. Not only did they need to get her to the hospital; they needed to organize a lockdown, plan retaliation, and get to the bottom of this attack all while watching their backs.

"Sack!" Tig yelled harshly, summoning Half-Sack over to where he was crouched next to Sydney. "Stay here." He knew that she was more comfortable with the young prospect than she was with Juice and Chibs. "I'll be right back, okay baby?" His demeanor softened instantly as he turned his attention back to her.

Sydney blinked her understanding instead of nodding, preserving as much strength as she could - she needed it to stay conscious. She smiled when he kissed her cheek, bringing her hand up to his where she gripped his finger, the cold rings against her palm helping to ground her.

Clay, Jax and Opie stood outside the door to the bar as Tig approached. "You think this hit was about us, or about us and the Irishman?" His raspy voice controlled the conversation immediately. He wasn't interested in wasting any time.

"I don't know." Clay sighed, exasperated. He didn't know anything anymore.

"How would Alvarez know about the Irish?" Jax scowled.

"Darby man. It was Darby." Tig spoke slowly, growing angier and angier as he thought about the situation and how poorly everything leading up to it had been handled because of Jax's reluctance.

"How would Darby know about the Irish?" Jax began to worry. He had been trying to keep things with the Mayans contained with the reassuring help of Sydney, but now, possibly because of his lack of action with the Nords, his insurance policy was looking at weeks of bed rest and a solid reason to out what they'd been trying to conceal.

"Same way he found out about us blowing up that packing house. The Mayans and the Nords have joined forces. I saw it happening weeks ago. I told you we should've handled it then."

"Alright… Let's not go starting wars because your girlfriend took a bullet."

Tig's expression hardened, taking a step towards the mouthy VP who dared to prod him in a time like this. "You better watch that pretty mouth." He nodded, speaking dangerously low. "Cause she aint just my girlfriend. She's as good as a member, the daughter of a neighbouring charter, and she took that bullet for your President. You wanna give Packer a call and tell him that?" Jax grit his teeth and looked away. He hadn't meant what Tig thought he meant, he'd only been saying what he needed to say to cover his ass, but unfortunately for him - it had come out completely wrong.

"Tig's right." Opie chimed in. "We need bodies, and we need guns." Jax shook his head, keeping his mouth shut as his genuine frustration began building. He knew Tig was right, but he didn't want to think about what Tig being right would mean for the club.

"You with us here?" Clay asked.

"We're not ready for war." Jax sneered, ignoring Tig's threatening gaze. "We got no cash, no weapons surplus. Not to mention A.T.F.'s still in place-"

"We can always find cash and weapons." Clay cut him off, growing angrier by the second. Jax's reluctance on a light day was one thing, but his inability to act on a heavy day was another. "The question is: are you with us here?" His voice boomed.

The VP chewed the inside of his lip. "I'll get my mom to the clubhouse." He wasn't going to agree, but he knew that disagreeing would only cause more issues than they could handle right now.

Clay nodded, tabling the issue for now - his plate was full enough. "Someone needs to call Hap…" He addressed the elephant in the room that everyone had been steadily avoiding.

Chibs pressed his hand against Sydney's wound, feeling the same thing that Clay did: that the bullet was deep. The pressure made her cry out as the Scot grabbed her ankle to steady her. "I got you, love. But this slug is deep…" He worried that the longer they waited, the faster her muscle tissue would die. He grabbed his knife out of his pocket, flipping it open and sliding it under the cuff of her jeans, beginning to slice up the denim that was restricting her leg in hopes that it would slow down the process.

"Uh…" Sydney looked down worriedly.

"What?" He pulled the knife away abruptly.

"I'm not wearing panties…" She winced.

Chibs' face went white as he looked up at Half-Sack and Juice who were pale-faced as well, all three men jumping when her cackling startled them.

"I'm just fucking with you." She coughed, trying to recover from the toll the laugh had taken on her breathing, the grin not fading from her face.

"Jesus christ." Juice shook his head as Chibs exhaled with a chuckle and shake of his head, getting back to work.

Tig winced when he heard Sydney crying out from the back of the ambulance, both reminding him of the urgency of the situation that Happy should be informed of, but of how terrified he was of how the Tacoma Killer would react when he found out that something had happened to his princess, under his watch.

"He's gonna lose his shit if he finds out we let something happen to her." Opie practically read Tig's mind, clearly not wanting to be on the receiving end of the Nomad's wrath.

"He's gonna find out anyways, dipshit." Jax rolled his eyes as he walked back towards his bike.

Tig looked between his brothers, and the ambulance. He knew there was no other option. They needed to get going and they needed to get going now. He pulled out his burner with shaky hands as Opie followed Jax and Clay climbed into the passenger seat of the emergency truck, chewing on his lower lip as he dialled Happy's number and held it up to his ear.

Happy sat against the seatback of Maya's couch, eating from a container of chinese takeout as they watched cartoons in silence. He hadn't planned on returning to the little blonde's house so soon, but he decided that he preferred Maya's questions to Tig's bragging and Sydney's moaning.

Maya looked up from her chow mein when Happy's phone began ringing. She'd been pleased that he'd decided to return to her so soon after assuming that she wouldn't be seeing him for a while. Her reservations about him leaving in the middle of the night had almost completely faded and she was back to enjoying whatever it was that they were doing.

"Ignore it." She laughed.

"I can't." Happy's serious tone had her instantly regretting the facetious reaction.

"Well, it was nothing last time." She tried to justify the logic behind her joke since he apparently couldn't understand it on his own. "It's probably nothing this time."

"It wasn't nothing." His tone grew colder. "I can't just not answer my phone, Maya." His black gaze bore right through her playful demeanor, stripping it back to reveal the serious one that she had been burdened with the other night, looking away to answer his phone.

Maya was surprised, this may have been the longest sentence he'd ever spoken to her, but the circumstances didn't make that fact a comforting one. She was greeted by the uncomfortable pit she'd felt in the back of her stomach the first time that this had happened.

"Hey man… Uh, you need to get down to St. Thomas." Tig rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to find the right words. "Be careful. We're going on lockdown."

"What happened?"

Tig's heart sank. He wished he could just hang up, let Happy find out on his own when he arrived at the hospital and the Sergeant was safely out of striking distance, but he couldn't, he knew that would only make things worse for himself.

"It's Sydney." He took in a shaky breath as he tried to keep his composure. Saying it outloud had made it real, removing the hazy cloud of anger that had dulled the seriousness of the situation. "Mayans went after Clay, she-"

"What happened to her?" Happy stood from the couch just as he had some nights ago, only this time there was no explanation to calm his racing heart.

"Crossfire." Tig jammed his fist into his eye, wiping away the tear that was forming. "She's-" The line went dead. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath, jogging back to the ambulance so that they could finally get going.

"Get in the front. Go." He ordered Juice who jumped out and ran to the driver's side where he started the engine, turning on the lights and sirens as they peeled out of the bar parking lot.

"You know what you're doin, Scotsman?" Sydney peered down at Chibs with a raised eyebrow as he examined her exposed wound while Tig stroked her hair.

"Yeah. Five months in Her Majesty's armed forces as a medic." He spoke as he slipped rubber gloves on and ripped open a pack of gauze.

"Five months." She scoffed.

"Til I was court-martialed." He joked, making her laugh before he got back into the heavy shit.. "This slug may have hit an artery, it's probably the only thing slowing the blood loss. The only way we're going to save her is with a doctor, fast."

Tig felt his heart speeding up. The only way we're going to save her. No. This couldn't happen. Not while she was smiling in his arms. There was no way she could end up not being okay with an attitude like that? Not after everything he'd done for this not to happen.

"Drive!" He screamed to couldn't let himself accept the thought, not now.

"I'm gonna be fine Tiggy." Sydney tried to bring her hand to his face but she was too weak to reach all the way, smiling when she felt him taking over, holding her palm against his lips.

"I'm so sorry…" He repeated over and over as he shook his head.

Sydney wasn't worried about herself even as she began to feel the shock wearing off and the pain creeping in. What she was most worried about what this would mean for her; for them. She knew she would come out of this whole, but she didn't know if their relationship would. The last thing she needed was for them to land right back at square one after all she'd done to convince him that he could her to handle herself and that being with him was not a danger. She briefly wondered if Clay would feel the same about having her working in the club, but at least taking a bullet for him had provided her with a bargaining chip.

"Baby…" She sighed, feeling her eyes getting heavier as her thumb traced his lip.

"Princess! Hey! I need you to stay awake." Chibs warned, looking to Tig.

"I'm here angel, what is it?" Tig sprang into action, hoping that he could keep her talking for the rest of the short ride.

"I need you to promise me something." She whispered.

"What? Anything." He nodded.

"You won't do anything about this. Not until I'm okay."

"Sydney…" Tig wasn't a 'lie in the weeds and wait' kind of man. Infact, he was the exact opposite - which is exactly how he had earned the Sergeant's patch in the first place.

"Promise me. There's shit we can't see here. I don't want anyone else getting hurt." Her voice was getting quieter and quieter.

"Almost there!" Juice yelled from the front.

"It's not your job to worry about me." Tig shook his head.

"The club protects their own." She smiled weakly as she ran her thumb down the inside of his cross ring as her eyes closed.

"Syd!" Chibs yelled. "We're here! Stay with me."

Sydney woke up to the sound of people chattering around her. She took a deep breath but felt something restricting her, almost choking before her eyes flew open to see that an oxygen mask had been placed over her face.

"Shh." Tig touched her cheek, removing the mask as he walked along the stretcher where the doctors were wheeling her to surgery. "It's okay baby… It's gonna be okay. They're taking you for surgery, I'm gonna be right here when you wake up."

"No!" Sydney jolted up as she was suddenly overcome by the reality of the situation, but the pain knocked her back down and she felt Tig's hands trying to calm her as the nurses checked that her IV lines hadn't been disrupted by the outburst. She wasn't scared that she'd been shot, she was scared that she was being wheeled into a hospital operating room, alone. "No, no, no." The hysterics started as her head violently shook back and forth, tears rolling down her cheeks from the exertion that the movement was draining from her weakened body as the shock continued to fade and the pain grew stronger and stronger. "Don't. I can't be alone. Not here." She pleaded, taking his hand into a death grip.

The nurses looked to Tig, giving him a chance to calm her down as they stopped outside of the operating room in the small hospital and ran in to get the doctor.

Tig's heart was shattering and his sanity was following close behind, but he knew that he needed to be strong for her. "I'm gonna be the one alone, babe - waiting for you in the room." He spoke casually with as much confidence as he could muster as he gave a weak smile. "You get to take a nice nap, wake up to your sexy old man." He winked. "I'll be here with your damn Half Baked ice cream, and I won't even be able to complain about the days of movies you'll make me sit through."

Sydney smiled at his attempt to make her think that he was jealous of her position, but she knew it was all just a ploy to calm her down. "The club will need you." She shook her head, more tears loosening from her eyes.

"Fuck the club."

"Tiggy… You're the Sergeant. It's your job to keep them safe."

"Never thought I'd have an old lady that I didn't wanna hear that from." He chuckled humorlessly, looking into her watery eyes with a smile on his face. She was the most selfless person he'd ever met, finding time to scold him about tending to his club duties while she was bleeding out from an attack that they brought on. "They'll be safe at the clubhouse. Someone needs to be here to keep you safe." She said nothing, feeling a bit of her panic fading with the comfort of knowing that she would have him all to herself while she recovered.

"I'll be right here when you wake up. Okay? I promise." He held her face in his hands, staring into her eyes with so much sincerity that it made her dizzy.

"Okay." She nodded weakly as her voice cracked, loosening her grip on his hand and trailing her finger down his ring.

"Here." He looked down as her fingertip teetered off of the point of the cross. "You keep this." He slid the silver piece of jewelry off of his finger and dropped it into her palm, closing her hand around it. "For good luck." He winked.

"Tiggy, no…"

"You can." He nodded, folding his own hand over the gold heart around his neck as a reminder. "I'm right there with you, babe." He looked up to see the doctor standing on the other side of the door as the nurses approached.

"I love you." He pressed a kiss to her lips, pouring as much emotion into the short embrace as he possibly could, watching with a tight chest as she was wheeled into the operating room.

"Well." He was startled by a voice, turning to see a red haired woman. "I've certainly never seen anyone able to calm a gunshot wound patient down like that." She observed, impressed by the gentle nature of the scary looking biker. "She's going to be in surgery for a few hours. You should go home, get some of your things."

"I can't." Tig shook his head, his own shock starting up. "I don't want her to wake up and be alone."

"She won't be awake until the early hours of the morning at least. If you come to the front desk, I'll have them take down your information. We'll call you as soon as she's out of surgery."

He nodded half-heartedly, walking to the front desk like a zombie where he met Chibs who had given the admin as much of Sydney's information as he could.

"She's gonna be fine brother. She's a fighter, that one." The Scotsman winked.

Tig smiled weakly, giving his information to the soft-spoken asian woman behind the desk before walking out into the waiting room where he saw Chibs sitting with Happy and his heart sank all over again.

Happy had been fidgeting in the uncomfortable hospital chair since he arrived, ignoring Chibs' attempts to calm him down as he flicked the chain on his wallet between his fingers. He shot straight out of the chair when Tig finally had the balls to face him, stomping over to the blue eyed man.

"You let her get shot!" He yelled, attracting the attention of everybody within earshot,

"Aye! Not here." Chibs sneered, standing between the angry man and the guilt ridden Sergeant.

"She was protecting Clay." Tig shook his head as tears filled his eyes again. "There was nothing I could do."

Happy glared at him as he huffed, turning and stomping back towards his seat. He wasn't about to get himself kicked out before he had the chance to see that she was okay.

Gemma burst through the office door and into the garage. Scanning the crowd for Tig or Clay, but her eyes landed on the giant red truck instead. "Holy shit… Where'd we get an ambulance?" She scowled, her eyes following the pointing fingers to the prospect who smiled.

"What happened?" Her distraction faded when Clay rounded the vehicle, running to hug him.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm fine." He assured her.

'"I knew it. Goddammit. I knew something bad was happening." She shook her head at her husband who had dismissed her worry earlier.

"Sydney's in surgery. She's gonna be okay.."

"Alright so… What do you need me to do?" Gemma knew that it would be a long list, it always was during lockdown.

"Well, we're gonna have a full house tomorrow. Maybe you could prep that - food, booze, you know.

"Okay, I'll get the girls into it." Clay looked at his wife lovingly before his face fell, the guilt rushing over him as he looked into the eyes of the woman who knew how to pull every single emotion out of him - no matter how far under the surface they lived.

Gemma hugged him again, knowing exactly what he was feeling and why. "Where is he?" She whispered. Clay pulled away, looking to the ground as he nodded to the back of the emergency vehicle.

She nodded, looking around the room at her distraught boys with concern before tentatively approaching the back of the ambulance, peering in to see Tig sitting on the stretcher, wringing his hands as he stared blankly at the grey metal floor.

"How you holdin up, Tiggy?" She asked him softly, placing a comforting grip on his shoulder as she sat next to him.

Tig opened his mouth to answer, but broke down instead in the presence of someone that he trusted with his emotions. He buried his face into the brown suede coat covering her shoulder, sobbing violently.

"It's okay baby…" She stroked his curls, turning and holding his pained face in her hands.

"She-"

"Whatever you're thinking, stop." She cut him off. "This is not your fault, and there is nothing that you could've done."

"I should've told her not to come." He shook his head.

"You think she would've listened to you?" She smirked.

"No." Tig scoffed, shaking his head with a watery laugh. "How do I be okay with this Gem? I can't lose an old lady. Not again."

"You need to remember what I told you; remember what this life is about." She raised her eyebrows. "She is going to continue throwing herself in front of bullets whether you're with her or not. So you might as well enjoy whatever time you two have under the reaper, together. It's what you both want, don't complicate it."

Tig nodded, taking a deep breath as he cleared his throat and pawed at his watery eyes. Gemma was right, and he was determined to keep up the illusion he'd slipped himself under; the one that let him believe that he was worthy of her love and that her demise wouldn't be at his hands - even if it meant lying to himself.

"Yeah, okay." He nodded again in a push to convince himself. "I'm gonna uh-" He got to his feet shakily, taking a deep breath. "I'm gonna get together some of her stuff to take to the hospital. Think you could help me?"

"Yeah." Gemma nodded, standing and kissing his cheek, knowing that Tig likely wouldn't have a clue what to bring.

"I'm gonna go get Tara." Jax announced from where he stood huddled against the toolboxes with his head down.

Gemma felt herself flinch, looking back at her son as she stood in front of Clay, the two sharing a glance as she remembered what Sydney had said about not pressing the issue. She wasn't bound by loyalty by any means, but she wasn't going to disrespect the wishes of the woman who had risked her life to save her husband. Not right now, at least.

"You be careful." She spoke sternly, lifting Jax's head so that she could look into his troubled blue eyes. "I love you." She kissed his cheek.

"Love you too." He nodded, turning and walking out the door.

Tara pulled into her driveway from a relatively calm dayshift at the hospital after narrowly escaping overtime for an emergency surgery that had come in just as she was leaving. She breathed a sigh of relief as she sat outside of her house, for the first time since she lived in Chicago - she hadn't been scared to come home. She smiled as she exited the vehicle, planning a nice relaxing night consisting of a hot bath and a bowl of popcorn, but her smile faded as she heard the rumbling of a Harley coming up her street.

Jax pulled into Tara's driveway next to her car, glad to see that she had made it home safe. "Hey." He pulled off his helmet, practically jumping off of his bike. "Uh, I hate to ask you this but… You gotta come down to the clubhouse."

"Why?" Tara scowled with concern.

"Lockdown." Jax winced. Tara had always had a problem with the fact that the club and all of their associates would have to go on lockdown from time to time because of the shit that they stirred up, and he could only imagine how she would react now that she had responsibilities and no loyalty to him. "Sydney was shot." He added, hoping it would help convince her.

"Oh my god." She blinked, the new taking her aback as she realized that Sydney was the emergency surgery. "Is-is she going to be okay? What happened?"

"She's gonna be fine." Jax nodded.

Tara felt the familiar chill in her veins when he only answered one of her questions, just like he always used to do. She turned away from him, walking up the stone path to her front door so that she wouldn't have to look him in the eye and feel more of history repeating itself. He would always be the same guy that she couldn't count on.

"Tara." He called after her, jogging up the steps and following her inside.

"Jax. I can't. I have a job that I can't just leave. I'm sorry." She spoke as calmly as possible despite the mounting resentment she felt behind her belly button.

Jax looked to the grey carpet of her living room as he nodded and bit his lip. It was worth a try. "There'll be someone at the hospital with Sydney, I'll make sure they keep an eye on you too." He gave a weak smile.

"Um." She cleared her throat, shoving down her frustration. "I'm not sure what's going on Jax, but uh - I hope it works out okay."

"Yeah." Jax replied quietly, looking over the forced expression on her face. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Suddenly, her frustration was replaced by a different feeling. A feeling of yearning, of hope that maybe he wasn't the same guy, or that he could learn to be a different one. The feeling that she'd had in the back of her mind ever since she returned to Charming.

Jax saw the hope behind her eyes just as easily as he'd seen the discomfort. He gave a sympathetic smile. "You know… When I heard you were back in town, I ran the scenario of how this would work - you and me."

She paused, searching her brain for the right answer. "What'd it look like?" She laughed nervously, playing it off. She couldn't let herself believe that this was deeper than she knew it was…

"Like this. You wondering what kind of bad shit I'm doing, me sayin I'm sorry."

He was the same guy. "Yeah." She nodded, her face falling. "I guess this conversation feels familiar."

"Yeah. Cause I'm the same guy, wearing the same kutte. But you? You're someone different, Doc… That's a good thing." He smiled, turning to leave.

"Last night." Tara blinked a few times in surprise as the words started flowing out of her. The words she'd never even been able to comprehend, let alone say out loud. "I saw a father who loves his son. No fear of being vulnerable or letting someone in. It might be the same kutte, but it's not the same guy."

He couldn't do this. Not the push and pull, not now. "Goodnight." He nodded, taking his leave.

Tara sighed as soon as the door shut behind him, rubbing the back of her neck as she tried to fight off the tears. She shook her head, walking back to her bedroom but she was stopped by a hand over her mouth. She screamed and thrashed against the intruder's grip, eventually being taken to the ground where she looked up to find herself face to face with Kohn as she listened to Jax drive away.

Something I realized while writing this… (I changed it and made Esai the getaway driver instead so that it would make sense) But how did Alvarez's son not know if he had killed the right guy? He literally SAW Darby and then his dad told him to kill him? Sutter wyd to me😩

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Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya - Dropkick Murphys