I never made a conscious decision to have the club become one thing or another. It just happened before my eyes. Each savage event was a catalyst for the next. And by the time the violence reached epic proportion, I couldn't see it. Blood came in every shade of life. - John teller

Gemma Pov

Jimmy choos clicking as i made my way to my grandsons room for the first time today ecstatic that he gets to come home in the coming days, when i bent the corner eyes landing On my bestfriend Luanne Delaney Ottos ol'lady her bright blues locking with mine a smirk tugging at my lips. " Hey Lu" I greet her with a smile on my face the two of us enveloping each other in a hug. Me not one to beat around the bush i got right to the point of the reason of me being so eager to let her see Able before he gets out of the hospital.

"the club needs 70k" I tell her with a straight face . " I have a rough idea of what your raking in at CaraCara." i say with a roll of my eyes her responding just as i expected her to. " thats my money that i've earned after years of dick sucking my way to the top of the chain and you want me to just hand it over Gem?" came her response locking eyes with her reminding her that Ottos "CLUB" was the reason for her scrawny ungrateful ass not begging on her knees any more a look of guilt washing over her.

watching luanne battle with herself on what she should dome when she finallly responded with " i can havde you 55k by the end of the day, 20 percent interest." she states crossing her arms over her plastic chest. me letting out a sickening chuckle " you better rethink that 20." i say tilting my head to the side, watching her swallow at the lump in her throat.

"5 percent" she said in a low tone me patting her leg as i got up and went about my day.

Clay Pov

sitting at the table tucked away in the back of the tiny Irish pub waiting for Mckeavy to come in so we could get down to business and get this over with but to my surprise A man i didnt really know walked up and sat at the table extending a hand for me to shake. Tig and i glancing at one another not sure what to make of the situation at hand.

"who are you?' I asked the man " Camron Hayes," he said with a long pause searching my face for a hint of recognition " Mckeavy is my cousin." leaning back in my chair to look at the man glancing over at tig again. "where is Mckeavy?" i asked him a solom look washing over his face briefly

"He... He was beaten to death on the docks in Oakland." he says bluntly looking from his twiddling hands back to me " On order of Brenan Hefner, the port authority boss." him leaning back in the booth, me letting out a low grumbling hmm " sorry for your loss." i tell him my heavy rings clinking against the beer bottle that sat in front of me. "ell shall we continue." i say with a lopsided grin.

just shortly after us wrapping everything up, the three of us getting ready to raise our drinks and make a toast to our fallen soldiers just as two Mayans came walking into the bar immediately pulling there weapons out taking aim at me bullets wizzing and zipping past my head. tig quickly recovering pulling out his glock 19 taking aim an shooting one of the fuckers as the Barman shot the other. patting myself for damage as tig rushed to my side, " You ok?" he asked his wild blue eyes searching for blood. " Nah im good, wheres cameron?" i ask turning back to the table only to find the irish man holding on to his ass that was spewing blood everywhere, Tig an I quickly jumping into action taking him back to the clubhouse.

Jax pov

stepping out onto the wrap around porch just a little before midnight glancing over to my moms house noting that Clay wasnt there yet. my phone breaking the silence that sat heavy in the air just as a unmarked van came quickly gliding down the road damn near jumping a curb flying past all the houses. throwing my leg over my bike with a shake of my head my phone begun to ring yet again. letting out a deep sigh pissed that i had to get back to TM leaving River alone in the warm bed, I flipped the phone open to be greeted with the panicked voice of Tara screeching in my ear " I've Shot him, I've shot him!"

before i could even think about it my body was starting up my bike and i was Barling down the streets to her house praying i made it in time.

coming to a stop in her drive way i noted the same car from days before parked out front, taking long strides i swung open the front door and was greeted with the familiar smell of blood wafting in the air, Tara peaking out from a door way down the hall her shivering in fear and panic the 38 revolver still tightly held in her hands. getting to the open doorway taking the scene in front of me in.

"you called him!, I told you to call for help." came kohns Shakey pain filled voice. " Tara if you dont hurry I'll bleed out." came his plea for help yet again me staring at Tara trying to leave the decision up to her not really wanting to be involved with the situation. her bringing a shaky hand to grab a hold of my kutt, tipping his anger back to its breaking point "I FUCKING KNEW IT" he screamed drawing my eyes back to him

"ONCE A BIKER SLUT ALWAYS A BIKER SLUT" swiftly pulling the gun from her grasp i raised my hand pulled the hammer back and shot the lousy fuck in his dome sending a spray of brain matter flying some of it landing on the two of us causing her to reach out just as the song playing on the ipod began again, Her trying to lean in for a kiss only for me to take a step back from her. "I cant" i state as she takes of running to the bathroom to cry with out me seeing her.

letting out a deep sigh I rolled my sleaves up and began to get rid of the evidence.

Nearly four hours later after i fully cleaned every drop of blood and got rid of all evidence. i was on my bike heading back to the shop, not having said a word to Tara once i came back for my bike after using her car to dispose of the body, i just left not wanting to make things anymore awkward heading in the direction of TM the cool breeze through my hair.

stepping inside of the clubhouse i was greeted with a few croweaters scrubbing away at blood trails on the floor leading to the chapel doors, rushing to the doors swinging them open I was greeted by a Surprised grinning Juice. "ah whats up bro?!" he said just as the person on the table woke up and looked around making him and juice go silent, the mans head turning eyes locking with Juices deer in head light brown ones.

"Where is your Finger?" he croaked with a thick irish accent making my eyebrow quirk in questioning. " Ehh...You really dont want to know" juice said before the man passed out again earning a headshake from juice making me laugh, pulling out my phone i shot a quick text to River asking for her and telling her to bring her medical bag. earning an immediate reply her letting me know she was on the way me unaware that my mom had already left to get tara.

~ HELLO LUVS SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING REWORKING THE STORY. ASEEEE