Still The Killers Baby Girl
Summary: This is the continuation of the 'Killers Baby Girl' story, it's set after 'Killers not-so Baby Girl' and starts at the beginning of the TV show. Although due to some of the changes I'd made using events form the show earlier on It won't follow the complete Tv show timeline.
The main changes in the plot are: Tara never left Jax after high school and they married at 18, now with two kids Abel and Thomas. Donna, Ellie and Kenny were in a bad car crash and died years before this story is set. Half-Sack is a fully patched member with Cherry as an old Lady. and the new prospect is an OC but not that important to the plot.
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A/N - I had someone message me about how old Jax was supposed to be in this story. He is around 35 years old in my story. As I have changed the plot, I Jax and Tara had Abel when they were still in high school making them both about 17/18 at the time. Opie and Hale are the same age as Jax and Tara. Abel is 16 about to turn 17 and Wendy is almost 18. Juice and Half-Sack are around 30 years old now. Happy is 53 but in incredible shape for his age. Bramty is currently 20 years old now for the TVD season 1.
Hope this clears some things up!
Chapter 8
Bramty drove Opies pickup truck to the Alvarez' house with Dad following behind her on his bike. They'd not had room for the presents she'd purchased for Pablo birthdays on their bikes unfortunately. When she turned onto the street she had to smile at the rows of bikes and cars parked up and down the street.
Bramty barley managed to squeeze the pickup she was driving into a spot across the road. Shaking her head she shut off the engine and got out.
Dad whistled, "Kids got a big turn out"
Bramty snorted, "Any event the Alvarez's are going to be at, gets a big turn out"
Bramty remembered as a teen being invited along to all those events, even after she and Esai broke up. Somehow she had found herself a family in Oakland and thankfully they had never been willing to give up on her.
Despite the fact she was fully aware they probably should have.
A fact that made her all the more grateful to them all.
Smiling she walked up the driveway and into the house she had spent a lot of time in during her teen years. The soft smile on her face wouldn't be disappearing anytime soon and she knew it.
The party was in full swing, the whole family had monopolized the large backyard.
With this many people who you considered family coming over - she understood why Diana spent 10 years paying off her loan in order to renovate the house.
The several grills were fired up, Spanish music was blasting, booze was flowing freely. People were standing around talking in mixes of both English and Spanish. There was a face paining station set up in the backyard next to the slew of gifts piled onto a large table. The photo station was being manned by the newest prospect. Older teens working at serving drinks, while the la esposas slaved in the kitchen that smelt heavenly.
Bramty was helpless against the urge to follow the heavenly smell towards the kitchen. While she enjoyed cooking she wasn't one to take it too seriously, but even Bramty could recognise that Diana's kitchen was a chefs wet dream. Shit the kitchen easily held the 10 la esposas with more appliances than Bramty knew what to do with.
"Hola Mamá Diana!" Bramty greeted the Mayan Queen with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Bramty!" Diana grinned smiling widely before the woman turned to Dad and brought him in for the same warm greeting. "Happy!"
Dad chuckled, "Hola Diana" he rasped and gave the woman a nod of respect.
Bramty couldn't help but smile at Diana. The Mayan Queen sometimes managed to surprise Bramty with how different she 'ruled' in comparison to Gemma.
Although it wasn't a bad thing... just different.
Sure, both clubs valued family but took different approaches to showing it.
Mayans believed that a real man, one worthy of that patch, was a family man. Family was sacred and something never to be taken for granted. You didn't abandon your family and as such there was no such thing as divorce. To be respected as a Mayan you could never abandon your cultural and family roots - it would get that patch ripped away from you before you could say dick about it.
Because family was what made a Mayan strong.
The same could be said about the Sons of course. However the Sons often tended to try to keep their families seperate from the club more. It was a different environment and having all the whites freely available didn't make settling down very appealing to most sons. Yes, Old ladies stepped up to help run the clubhouse but sometimes that was it. Club was everything - that was drilled into everyone's minds but within the Sons the men took priority over everyone else and that was made clear.
Watching Diana flitter around the kitchen giving orders emphasised the differences between clubs in her mind.
However it sounded, Bramty didn't mean it in a bad way to either club.
They were different and it gave her perspective being able to see two distinctly different ways of operating. She loved the people in both clubs but she was SAMCRO 100% and nothing would change that.
It didn't mean she wasn't allowed to have family outside SAMCRO though.
Which was exactly why she left the kitchen after greeting all the la esposas and headed off in search of the birthday boy. Bramty found him with Celia and a bunch of his Tías and Tíos being showered in attention.
"No way the kids ego isn't the size of this backyard by the time he's 13" Bramty chuckled as she and Dad approached the group watching the boy being doted on.
Dad scoffed in amusement but nodded his agreement.
"Hola!" Bramty grinned at her friend and then smiled at the 3 year old. "Happy Birthday kiddo"
"Thanks!" The kid smiled goofily but didn't get a chance to say more before being pulled into a hug by one of his Abuelitas.
"Poor kid" Dad chuckled at the sight that the group made.
Bramty nodded before glancing around the party again. Spotting Marcus and the club guys were cooking on the grills while they stood around and talked. Bramty smiled, she might love the Sons but the Mayan family had a completely different appeal. Something inside her that she felt had been missing until she found herself a family in Oakland.
"Bramty!" Bishop bellowed across the backyard when he spotted her. His loud voice managing to carry over the music.
A few conversations stopped and as people took notice of her arrival. What would have been a 2 minute walk over to Bishop and the guys was now looking like a 2 hour one.
Bramty loved it though.
She loved these people and catching up with everyone she had yet to see since being back in town.
Dad stayed by her side, watching her be greeted by more people. Everyone smiled at him too - the ones who didn't know his reputation make conversation that included him. Others were wary but nobody was rude, despite the general dislike of Sons. Being invited to the Alvarez house spoke volumes to anyone who might have had the slightest bit of doubt over her status in the Oakland family.
She was welcome here with open arms and free of judgment.
So was Daddy - whether he had realised that yet or not.
Finally Bramty managed to get through the crowds of people and she shot Bishop a look in exasperation. "That was a pendejo move"
Bishops grin widened as he scooped her into a hug. The man was still looked twice her size despite the fact she had grown taller since they first met. "Missed you kid" Bishop whispered, everyone knowing she was his favourite person in the family.
Bramty loved him all the more for it. "Missed you too" she whispered back kissing both his cheeks.
With a large smile she turned to Marcus who was waiting patiently and threw her arms around him. "Marc!"
Marcus laughed has he hugged her, this being the first time they had seen each other in person since her return. "Hola mija" he said warmly
Chico, Benzo, Gato, Esai, Felipe and Rafael all greeted her next.
The men gave nods of respect to Dad as they caught up with her and joked around.
A hand suddenly covering her eyes from behind had her instinctively driving a harsh elbow Into someone's stomach. She heard the expelled swoosh of breath and then the snickers as she spun around.
Jorge.
A sheepish smile graced her face when she realised it was one of her best friends. Jorge hunched over and wheezed before smirking up at her.
"That hurt, mami" Jorge said straightening up again as the guys all laughed.
Dad looked down right proud.
"Lo siento" Bramty apologised quickly and then hugged Jorge. Jumping up into his arms as he laughed and held her tightly.
As much as she loved the girls, Bramty had always been good friends with Jorge and they had kept in contact the whole time. Even running into each other in Chicago. Thankfully Chicago Sons didn't have any troubles with the Mayans, got along even, since their businesses had no effect on each other's.
In fact, Bramty had realised that quite a few states Son charters were friendly if not great allies with their local Mayans.
"Was waitin' for you to work your way through the crowd" Jorge said as he put her down again. "You gonna let me ink you yet?" He smirked knowing she would always turn him down.
Bramty scoffed but continued smiling as she shook her head. "I can ink better than you can" she said harshly but he knew it was a joke by the way his smile widened.
It wasn't true either.
They both knew he was way better at tattooing than she could ever hope to be... but it was a running joke between them. Bramty likes tattoos, sure, and she designed her own just fine. However when it came to actually tattooing she wasn't anything special. Which was why Jorge being compared to her average skills was a blow to his over inflated ego.
"Ay chica that's a low blow" Chico laughed shaking his head at the two of them. The other guys snickered and rolled their eyes.
"Go for the ego" Benzo smirked. "She knows how to hurt a guy"
"Pero she can be nice when she wants to" Jorge chuckled grabbing her hand. "C'mon mami, bailar conmigo!"
Bramty laughed and followed as he led her through the crowd. Only pausing to kiss her Dad on the cheek as he watched her leave. It wasn't the first time Dad had been around the people in Oakland for a family event - and he always managed to get along with the guys just fine.
Though club business was strictly avoided at such events.
No matter what was going on between the clubs at the time.
While Bramty knew without a doubt that Daddy would never admit to actually liking the Mayan guys... but she knew that he did.
"Let's dance!" Bramty cheered finishing off a beer quickly and shaking away her thoughts.
Though she was always plagued by the wandering thoughts of what would happen if Mayans and SAMCRO ever became real allies here too?
It could be great.
"Hey chica!" Esai smiled at her from where he was in charge of the música. Effectively snapping her out of her thoughts by playing some Tejana música they could really dance to. Family and friends moved to the makeshift dance floor. Everyone laughing and smiling or singing along with the song as they moved to the beat.
Celia was dancing with Rosa.
Rafael and Leticia were dirty dancing without a care in the world. The fact they were at a 3 year olds birthday party not deterring the couple from practically dry humping.
Carla was dancing in between both of her old men that Bramty had yet to actually meet.
"Let them dance before you interrogate them" Jorge said tugging on her hand and drawing her to his chest.
Bramty scoffed, "I was just gonna say hi" She defended herself against his exaggeration.
Jorge laughed and rolled his eyes humming as if he didn't believe her. Bramty hit his chest and scoffed again. She wouldn't have interrogated the throuple! She just wanted to meet the lucky men her friend was so in love with.
With a small chuckle she gave in and started dancing.It was a blast, more fun than Bramty had in a long time.
There was just something about her friends that make everything fun...
"There's this woman I've been with lately... I really like her, Bramty" Jorge started saying and immediately got Bramty's full attention.
Bramty sucked in a breath of surprise at the way Jorges entire face lit up just thinking about this woman. "Yeah?" She asked, prompting him to continue
"She's got a kid and she's worried I'll buckle under the pressure. Or that I'll realise months down the track that being a Dad isn't what I want" he scoffed quietly
"Well, is it?" Bramty knew he had never mentioned kids before - so it was a fair question after all.
Jorge nodded, "Before this woman and this kid? No. Pero It's different when It's them... they ain't just some random. I want that with her and her kid"
Bramty could see he meant it too.
Jorge was a good guy, he'd make a great husband and father no doubt. He deserves to be happy, and as his friend, she wanted that for him.
This clearly wasn't him just accepting the kid because he wants the girl.
She could see it in his eyes that he already loved the kid as if the child was his own.
Jorges eyes found Pablo and Leticia in the crowd subconsciously. Bramty watched him smile without even noticing he'd done it. Only confirming further that he was serious about them, about having a family.
"Celia then" she hummed in approval
Jorge looked to her surprised and then nodded. "Yeah" he smiled. "I was hoping you would talk to her for me? You and Celia are close"
Bramty kissed his cheek and nodded with a small chuckle. "You deserve to be happy" she told him seriously. "All three of you do. I can see how much this means to you"
"Thank you" he told her with just as much seriousness. An unusual moment between the two of them considering they were usually all about having fun and being stupid when they hung out.
Bramty left the dance floor, wandering over to where Celia was watching her son and the other kids getting their faces painted. She bumped shoulders gently with her friend and gave a warm smile. "Hola chica!"
"Hola" Celia smiled back warmly
"You know..." Bramty drew out with an air of casualness to mask her amusement. "It's been a long time since I last saw Jorge. I've never seen him this happy before in mi vida?"
That seemed to of gotten Celias attention!
"Yeah?" Celia hummed trying not to show any reaction to the statement.
"Uh-Huh" Bramty nodded, slyly glancing at Celia again with a small little smirk turning up her lips. "He told me about his girl and this little kid"
Celia scoffed realising Bramty's casualness was forced. The taller woman turned to look at Bramty with a raised brow as she placed her hands on her hips - now fully aware of Bramtys intention to pry.
"What?" Bramty drew out and blinked innocently at Celia who knew her too well.
"He told you!" Celia huffed slightly before she completely softened, her face showing her uncertainty. "I don't know what to do, Bramty" Celia sighed
Bramty nodded and put her hand on Celias arm. "You're a strong woman. Always have been... but if you've got a lovesick, tonto wanting to settle down, you shouldn't dismiss it so quickly"
Celia smiled at that, "He's not a complete tonto" she defended making them both laugh
"Yeah" Bramty scoffed in amusement as she nodded her head over to where Jorge was letting Pablo attempt to paint his face.
And attempt was a slight understatement!
"Okay" Celia relented on a laugh, "Pero I think I'm falling in love with that tonto"
Bramty couldn't hold back a genuine smile at hearing that from her friend. She had confidence that the two could make it as a couple. In fact she had always suspected Jorges fun flirting with Celia over the years had been less of a joke than he had claimed it to of been. She hadn't been the only one to wonder about the flirting over the years either and now it just seemed like this was inevitable.
Bramty kissed Celias cheek before leaving in search of her father.
Finding Dad still at the grill with the guys, talking as they waited for the meat to cook. Bramty tucked herself under his arm smiling up at him when he glanced down at her.
"Bramty" Gorgo said brining her into the conversation, "Tell this Cabròn that my bike is better than his?" He insisted
She grinned at the men she considered family.
Bramty was in a good mood today. Had been since yesterday's family party for her nephew. It had been a great day and the easy, relaxed atmosphere had been something she had missed recently. Especially with the close calls SAMCRO had been having lately!
They had been putting out one fire after the other.
Bramty sighed, unfortunately it looked like their luck wasn't getting any better - if the bloody state Jax turned up in was any indicator.
"Shite!" Chibs stood first and moved towards Jax when the VP walked into the clubhouse covered in blood.
"Are you okay brother?" Bobby asked
Tig stepped forward, "What happened?" The SAA asked after realising it wasn't Jax's blood.
"Yeah, I'm fine" Jax nodded with a small sigh to Bobby and Chibs grateful for the concern. "I stopped to help one of Oswald's drivers after he crashed his truck" the VP explained before telling them all about the drugs he had found and the drivers OD.
"Darby runs his meth lab out of a diesel yard in Pope" Opie informed them all as they walked into Church. "It's where all the mill drivers score their crank."
"Are yer sure it was Darby's shite?" Chibs asked dropping his burner on the box.
"This is definitely Darby's shit" Juice spoke up with a small scoff as he inspected the bag of crank Jax had found in the truck. "This rock's been stepped on so many times, it's barely a narcotic"
Tig started shaking his head angrily. "See, Darby's making his move into Charming dealing at that lumber mill. Clay we gotta send this Nazi asshole a clear message right now."
Bramty looked at her father as they took their seats, sharing a wary look with him.
She understood where Tig was coming from. After all, Tig had been the one telling them for the past month that the longer they waited to make move on Darby... the more problems the Nazi would give them.
And it turns out that Tig wasn't wrong - no matter how much some of the guys wanted to believe otherwise.
"All right!" Jax snapped, predictably interrupting Tig's calls for a violent solution. "Why don't we just go talk to the driver? Ask him where he bought the meth?"
"Or-" Tig attempted to argue but was cut off by Clay who sighed loudly.
"Jax and Opie will handle it" Clay decided despite Tig's angry glare.
"So where are we at with McKeevy's cash?" Chibs asked not letting Jax and Tig have the opportunity to argue more.
"Called in every marker we had. Picked up another 40 grand." Bobby announced, always the one to sound optimistic in bad situations.
"Bobby didn't you get that gig in Laughlin?" Opie asked
"Yeah" Bobby nodded, "The owner fronted me the pay already. Here's five grand more for the pot." He smiled tossing in the money clip full of cash into the middle of the reaper engraved table.
"We got 130 then" Clay said, his recent annoyance and clear doubt over the situation fading some as he worked out the math.
Chibs lips pursed as he spoke slowly, "McKeevy heads back to Ireland tomorrow… and he's gonna need his whole 200k by tonight."
"We got one more place left to go" Clay said shaking his head with a scoff like he didn't really believe what he was about to suggest. "The porn queen."
Bramty was surprised by the suggestion and she wasn't often surprised.
"Otto's old lady?" Half-Sack asked not as familiar with Luann as some of the others.
Bramty nodded thoughtfully before looking at Clay again. "Luann said she's picking up two G's a week just from ad revenue from her website" she told the President
"Really?" Piney grumbled with surprise
Juice chuckled, "Oh yeah. Factor in membership fees, downloads— She's making three times that much at least"
"You should have Gemma talk to Luann" Tig told Clay nodding, "They're tight, she might be more likely to agree when it's coming from a friend"
"And it keeps us clear of it" Jax reluctantly nodded along with Tig.
"All right, well, I'm going to St. Thomas anyway" Jax said after receiving a nod from Clay. "I'll talk to mom."
With Church concluded for the day they all headed out. A few of the guys heading back to the garage to work and unfortunately that included Bramty. Sometimes she really liked working in the garage and other times she just wanted to sit down and do nothing it binge watch a new TV show.
Bramty had followed Juice and Half-sack when they pulled an ambulance vehicle into the garage bay and shut the roller doors. She couldn't imaging why there would be an ambulance on the lot.
As she stood there, taking in their explanation, she could only blink at the stupidity of it.
"So you stole an ambulance?" Tig barked as he walking up beside Bramty.
"I had nothing to do with this! It was him" The Puerto Rican man shook his head rapidly, defending himself against the accusation by pointing the finger at the younger patch.
"Yeah. It was me" Half-Sack nodded. "Hell, these things are worth, like, a hundred grand, easy!"
"Yeah, they are" Clay nodded from the door way as he took in the scene. "That's why the people who buy 'em are, like, state and federal agencies and shit."
"Okay" Half-Sack said looking too pleased with himself for Bramty not to laugh.
Sometimes she really did wonder how Half-Sack was older then her?
Because this was some real commonsense bullshit right here!
"So… You want the club to sell a stolen vehicle to the government?" Bramty hummed with a wide smirk as she watched realisation dawn on Half-Sack, who's face promptly fell.
However the loud laughter from the group that the whole ordeal elicited, was well worth the inconvenience of the vehicle. Tensions were high as Jax once again tried playing Boy Scout this morning.
A little laughter was what they all needed!
"Oh. Uh, just—Something like a small hospital or something... maybe?" Half-Sack tried as he defeatedly looked at the stolen vehicle.
Even Clay was grinning as he quipped, "Oh, like, uh, Uncle Freddy's Infirmary?"
"Why don't you just steal, like, a fire engine?" Tig laughed as he added to the jokes. "And then we could have our own rescue center!"
"We could have our own little uniforms and hats!" Bramty tacked on, grinning at Tig who nodded condescendingly at Half-Sack.
"Okay, I get it." Half-Sack huffed thoroughly embarrassed, "I was just trying to... you know, show a little initiative."
Clay laughed taking note that Chibs and Bobby had arrived at some point. "Hey, Chibs, get rid of this thing as soon as it gets dark."
"You got it" Chibs nodded with a chuckle
The door opened again and this time it was Jax who stepped inside. Instantly taking in the sight of the ambulance with surprise before scowling. Turning accusingly to Half-Sack the VP asked, "What the hell is all this?"
"Just, you know, thinking outside the box." The youngest patch said in his own defence but only received more laughter.
"You get a chance to talk to that truck driver?" Clay asked Jax with a raised brow.
"Yeah. Nords aren't dealing at the mill. Driver bought the crank up in Pope" Jax informed them all as he cockily glanced straight at Tig. "That's where he filled his tanker with diesel—" He pulled out a stack of money from his cut. "That I just sold to Unser. We're flush for the Irish" the VP revealed proudly handing the money to Clay.
Bramty didn't appreciate the way Jax jumped to show up Tig. However it was quick to leave her mind at the moment when they all cheered at the news of money.
They were flush for the Irish indeed!
Everyone, Bramty included, thanked and congratulated Jax for coming through on the rest of their debt.
It was gonna be a good night now from the looks of it!
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After getting a call for help at the bar where Clay, Chibs and Tig were having their meeting with the Irishman. Bramty and the guys all headed out to the location with the stolen ambulance in tow. The group walked inside together and was immediately met with the aftermath of where some heavy shit had gone down.
There are bullet holes littering the walls and floor. Wasted liquors coating the bar mixing with the shattered glass and the blood of 2 dead Mexicans on the floor.
Jax was the first to check on Clay, who was sitting at the bar, looking for the most part to be fine. Whereas Juice and Chibs immediately got to work on helping the injured Irishman.
"Where's McKeevy?" Bramty asked not seeing the man anywhere and hoping she wasn't going to find his body.
"He's dead" Clay answered her on a sigh. "Port commissioner had him beat to death."
Bramty nodded and let out a breath of relief despite herself.
She couldn't help it.
If McKeevy had been killed on their watch, their turf, the IRA would have given them all hell to pay. The fact that this was an ambush wouldn't of mattered in the wake of McKeevy being injured on their watch.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." Chibs groaned shaking his head grimly Cameron Hays injuries.
"We'll get rid of the Mexicans." The bartender offered approaching Clay and giving a respectful nod before moving off to do just that.
"All right. We'll take care of Cam." Clay said nodding to the man on the floor that was still groaning in pain. "He's hurt real bad. We gotta get him back to the clubhouse"
"Not a problem" Half-Sack said sounding more smug than he should be considering the situation.
Bramty grinned at Clays confused look and jerked her head in the direction of the parking lot. The President followed her gaze and let out a small amused scoff when he realised what had Half-Sack so confident.
Juice and Chibs helped Tig pick Cam up. Carrying the Irishman out the front door where a vehicle was awaiting them. Half-Sack opened the back doors so the guys could get Cam inside the ambulance.
"Uncle Freddy's Infirmary at your service." Half-Sack quipped as they load Cameron up.
Bramty watched as Chibs, Juice and Half-Sack loaded into the ambulance and headed for the clubhouse to patch up the Irishman's wounds. They were in for a long night and Bramty didn't particularly feel like playing doctor.
"You think this hit was just about us? Or us and the Irishman?" Tig asked Clay as the smaller group stood back and watched the stolen ambulance leave.
Clay sighed, "I don't know."
"How would Alvarez know about the Irish?" Jax frowned in confusion.
"Darby, man." Tig snapped at Jax as if the answer was obvious. "It was Darby. The Nords and the Mayans have joined forces. I saw it happening weeks ago when we blew up that warehouse. I told you we should've handled it then. This is Bloody Sunday, brother. We gotta call in all the Sons. All of them. Kill this cracker-wetback alliance now."
"Tig's right" Opie said surprising every one, considering he usually tried to play diplomat between Tig and Jax.
Bramty nodded her approval, "We need bodies and we need guns... and we need it all now" she said in agreement getting nods from everyone but Jax.
Jax shook his head and readied himself to argue. "No-"
However Jax was cut off by Clay asking, "You with us here?"
"We're not ready for war!" Jax tried to convince them, "We got no cash. We got no weapons surplus. Not to mention A.T.F.'s still in place!"
"We can always find cash and weapons" Bramty interrupted Jax's pointless spiel, her voice taking a harsh edge that she had never before used towards any member of SAMCRO.
Clay gave her an understanding look before the President set a hard look on Jax. "The question is, are you with us here?" Clay demanded
Jax sighed heavily before looking between Opie, Bramty and Tig. "Can you give us a minute?" The VP asked
"Yeah" Opie nodded
"Sure" Brandy muttered with a roll of her eye before following Opie and Tig over towards their bikes. Bramty and Tig subtly stood within ear shot. Listening with disapproval as conversation progressed between their President and VP.
"You think I'm distracted? All this shit with my family?" Jax hissed
"I'm very concerned about your focus but I'm having serious doubts about your level of commitment to this club right now" Clay admitted evenly
Bramty pursed her lips from her spot listening in on their conversation. She agreed with Clay about Jax not being focused on what was best for the club... more what was best for Jaxs conscious.
It needed to stop before it gets them all killed...
"I risked my life for 15 grand today because this club needed it!" Jax snapped, "My commitment hasn't changed. And the damage that happened to my family? Yeah. I'm seeing things different. Big picture shit— For me, this club. But I ain't afraid to get bloody, Clay. I'm just afraid all that blood's gonna kill SAMCRO."
Clay sighed, "Alvarez tried to assassinate me today. Right now, this is only about blood. And I'll worry about all that— that big picture shit… after this score gets settled."
Bramty looked up at Tig and shared an irritated frown as Jax stormed off from Clay.
The VP needed to get his head out of his ass and realise Clay wasn't making decisions to show him up.
Their President was just doing whatever is best for the club regardless if where that sits in Jax's moral compass.
Clay walked over to them and sighed with a tiered shake of his head.
"Let's get out of here, Clay?" Bramty said softly and kissed Clays cheek before mounting her motorcycle. The three of them tore out of the parking lot and headed straight for the clubhouse.
When they arrived they found the others congregated in the garage.
Approaching the group they all looked to Chibs for an update.
"The slug in his ass may have hit an artery. It's probably the only thing that's slowing down the blood loss" Chibs reported recognising the silent question. "The only way we're gonna save this guy is if we get some surgical tools."
"Like what?" Tig asked as he too listened to the update.
"Scalpels, clamps, sutures, needles— All that kind of shit." Chibs sighed
Gemma walked into the garage then, and stared into the back of the ambulance with surprise. "Holy shit. Where'd we get an ambulance?"
Everyone pointed at Half-Sack who stood by the back doors. "Numb-nuts stole it." Clay smirked.
Jax walked over to the back of the ambulance. "Chibs. Make a list of the surgical stuff you need. I'll call Tara, see if she can help with any of it"
"Okay, kid." Chibs nodded easily and after taking the list from Chibs, Jax headed for the door without another word.
Chibs lead the attempt to stabilize the Irishman. Managing to transfer him from the ambulance to the clubhouse, laying him down on the reaper table.
Bramty knowing she was of no use, went and found herself a beer and a shot of tequila. After the day she'd had - she deserved it!
Bramty played in her phone, answering text messages and looking through social media. She payed no mind to the groaning coming from Church.
At least not until someone started screaming freaking bloody murder!
With a grunt of annoyance she headed towards Church, opening the door to find Cameron lying face down on the reaper table. His lower half covered in blood. However what surprised an her was seeing Juice sitting on a stool beside the table, covered in blood, and his hand in a very intimate area of the Irishman.
"Hey" Juice greeted awkwardly from his compromising position.
Bramty raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"
The slightly older man's face turned red as he open and closed his mouth, trying and failing to find an explanation. Cameron woke up again, breaking the awkward tension of Juice struggling to find an answer. The Irishman's face was covered in sweat and saliva as he turned to look at them.
"How you feeling?" Juice asked trying to smile.
The Irishman only groaned, "What der hell's going on?"
Juice was silent for a moment, clearly not sure how to answer the question as he glanced at his hand before looking back up at the Irishman. "There were some, uh, complications." Juice said vaguely
Bramty grinned finding the situation hilarious as she snapped a picture and sent it to Daddy's burner phone. Dad had gone on a run yesterday and had missed the events with the Irish.
No doubt he would be hurrying back with the assassination attempt a few hours ago.
"Where's the Scotsman at?" The Irishman demanded
"He's gonna be right back" Brandy assured the Irishman having passed Chibs on her way in.
"Where der hell's your hand?" Cameron yelled finally realising why Juice had been so reluctant to answer his questions.
"It's, uh—" Juice hesitated, standing up and drawing a pained tell from Cam as Juices finger moved inside the bullet wound. "Oh, okay. Um— Well, my finger is, uh… plugging up one of your bullet holes."
Bramty's grin widened at hearing Juice stammer for an explanation. She eagerly looked to see the Irishman's reaction.
"You got your finger jammed up my ass?" The Irishman translated with a disgusted look in his face
"No. No." Juice was quickly shaking his head, "Well, technically, yes, okay. But my finger's not jammed up your ass. 'Cause, you know, that would be gay. It's kind of jammed in your ass… which, I guess, is still kinda gay."
"Jesus!" Cam scoffed and Bramty barked out loud laughter as she watched the scene.
"But I'm not gay!" Juice rapidly announced still attempting to defend himself and the situation.
"Am I gonna die or not?" Cameron glared at them both.
"No. I don't think so." Juice sighed and Chibs walked in at that moment making Juice sigh in relief.
"Oh! Oh, Scotsman!" Cameron exclaimed as he sees Chibs step up beside him. "I need you guys to do me a favor. Brenan Hefner, port commissioner, he's gotta be dealt with."
"There's plenty of time for that" Chibs assured him.
"No! It's gotta happen before Monday." Cam gasps out in pain. "He's gonna sic port dogs on our shipment. You gotta take him out. You promise me that."
Chibs pats his shoulder. "Hey, don't worry. I promise you. It'll get done. I swear." He uncorks the bottle of whiskey, holding it up to Cam's lips. "Have a drown. There you go."
"Take him out? That means like kill him?" Juice asks.
Bramty gave Juice an exasperated look, "No. I think what it means is dinner and a movie"
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