Inside the club, there had to be truth. Our word was our honor. But outside, it was all about deception. Lies were our defense, our default. To survive, you had to master the art of perjury. The lie and the truth had to feel the same. But once you learned that skill, nobody knows the truth in or outside the club; especially you. - John Teller

DARDYS POV(ERNEST)

kicking open the door to my double wide stalking to the mailbox spitting out a glob Dip as i made my way, flicking open the mailbox pulling out the envelopes flipping through the bills until a manilla envelope caught my interest. It simply being addressed to me nothing else on the package. walking back up to my trailer deck i sat on the bottom steps ripping open the package looking at the picture that fluttered to the ground, and what my eyes saw did not disappoint, there stood Jax Teller And his stepfather Clay with whom im assuming is a member of the IRA with crates of guns surrounding them.

my brain began to run into over drive of all the ways My nordic buddies Mostly I could profit on moving into the charming turf all i need to do was get a sit down with alvarez and convince him that it would be good for the both of us. flipping open my phone i made all the right calls to get the ball rolling, no more than an hour later I had my met with Marcus.

stepping out of my old ford pick up looking down the embankment at Marcus sitting at a table his son Esai lurking around in the distance by the tree scrolling through his phone. making my way down the stairs envelope in hand watching Esai the entire way to the table. " I thought we agreed to come alone?" I asked moving my eyes to look at the brown man in front of me, trying to keep my lip from sneering up in hatred of the man." my son Esai, I don't travel far from home without any family." he stated taking another bite from his taco sliding one across the picnic table towards me.

watching him wipe his hands off opening the envelope pulling out the pictures looking at them his eyes flicking back to me. "what do you want me to do with these?" he mocked me irritating me "well hows that beef going with the niners? you making any progress on moving your H in?" i asked giving him a good look over waiting for his response " you make me ride out here to shit talk my business skills?" he said looking to the pictures and files sitting before him. "thats gun intel on samcros main ira supplier, its part of an Atf file on them" i said watching him suddenly grow interested in the envelope. "how'd you like to take over samcros gun business, Niggers cant by guns they cant protect the Heroin Mayans win out on two fronts." I state with a sway of my head. looking the brown man over once again. "is this legit" he asked picking up the picture of Clay and the Dealer. " I know when what, and how the guns are coming in, all thats wait is for you to intercept and strike up an agreement i said on a smile." him raising an eyebrow in question. " and where did you get this?" growing frustrated with the constant questioning "just a gift from a federal agent, An enemy of my enemy is a friend right" I told him with a grin "so what do you say FRIEND?" i asked him "and what do you want?"

"the same thing i've always wanted, Charming... you kill Clay morrow and while the chickens running around with its head cut off you hit the rest wipe out samcro. "that's it you want a modern day massacre, you sucking your own supply gringo?" came his smart ass reply

"Charming Pd and the feds have hit a wall with these bastards that's why i know they sent me this file for a reason, and you think they are really going to give a shit about an outlaw blood bath. They'll count the bodies, count there blessings and close the case." i stood to my feet snatching the files heading back to my truck "hey hold it" Marcus called after me making me turn back to look at him "Its not that simple man" he said rising to his feet as well " yes it is that simple man you hit clay first then you hit the rest. I get charming, you get the gun intel Now what part of this is confusing your little brown brain." i ground out him looking over my shoulder to his son. "you learn quick im sure you'll catch on" i say turning back to leave walking past Esai spiting the bit of drink in my mouth out in front of him as we crossed paths him taking his sunglasses off chuckling making his way to his dad.

Marcus Alvarez pov

watching the prick of a gringo climb into his truck "what he want?" my son asked looking back at Darby as well "gotta put down a couple of dogs just to make my life easy." i told him "let me and my boys do it" he offered me noting that it was the perfect time to se what the kid was really made of giving him a good once over thinking about it " you think you can handle that weight?"

"it's all on you" he said shoving his shades in his kutt pocket "Samcro boss...and that greedy Cracker shit head" i tell him nodding towards the piece of shit truck pulling away. " come on lets head home.

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