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Bamby

JPOV

I got off my bike, leaning over to give Scarlett a quick kiss before turning to the guys. She knew to stay by the bikes. Whatever was going on inside, we didn't know if she'd be safe with us. So, she was staying put.

Jax looked from Scarlett to me, glaring, pissed. "Your brought my sister?!"

Clay, with his hands on his hips, shook his head. "Idiot."

"What was I supposed to do? We weren't even in Charming when you called," I tried to explain.

"Come on. Let's just get this done." Clay turned, heading around the bake of the house.

As we walked around the beat up looking house, we saw one of T.O's guys sitting by the back door, drink in hand. There was something about his face, a mixture of pain and anger. Whatever was going on, it didn't look good.

"Where is he?"

The guy just nodded to Clay. "Kitchen."

We walked in one by one, stopping at the scene before us. One of the Bastards was hunched over his breakfast, bullet holes in his back and a knife sticking out of his head.

"Jesus Christ," Jax sighed as we moved around the kitchen.

T.O sat by the body, Clay shaking his head at him. "Sorry, brother." T.O said nothing causing Clay to go on, "What happened?"

"Found him like this. Bullets killed him. Knife was a message."

"From who?" Chibs asked from the back of our group.

"It's buried in his skull," T.O exclaimed.

"Calaveras," Jax answered.

"Yeah. Had to be Salazar," T.O explained.

"Anybody else see this?" Ope asked.

"No. Baby mama's got his kids."

"911?" Happy suggested.

T.O just shook his head. "Didn't call, man. The things we're gonna do to the Mexicans, best no one puts motive on us."

"Retaliation's tricky, T., Clay noted, earning a look from T.O. "The deal we made with the Mayans, it's barely a day old. Alvarez still has a connection to the Calaveras."

"And we have to vet all things Mexican before we do anything else," Bobby noted.

T.O stood, obviously not liking this. "And if Alvarez says no? Huh? What then? This is because we backed up Samcro." He gestured to the body.

"Come on, man," Jax started. "We gotta bring Alvarez into the loop or he's gonna think we crossed him."

"Race and rally in the barrio today," Tig spoke up. "Mayans are sponsoring. I'm guessing those wetback skulls are gonna be there."

"Give Alvarez a call. Tell him we're coming down." Clay ordered.

"Bastards are going." T.O added.

Clay, seeing that he couldn't stop T.O, nodded. "Take two guys, T. All right? We're going for intel, not for battle." T.O. just scoffed walking away, leaving the rest of us to head back out to our bikes.

Scarlett sat on my bike, rubbing her head. She looked as if she was in pain, making me forget about the club's problems and worry about her.

"Hey, you okay?"

She just shrugged. "Killer headache. But I'll be fine." She smiled, moving so we could both get on the bike.

I looked her up and down, questioning whether I should take her back to the clubhouse or not. But if I did, I wouldn't be there for my brothers, seeing as we were headed for the Mayans now... plus she'd argue that the club business is more important than her headache. So I guess I had no choice, really.

SPOV

I got off the bike with Juice, needed to stretch my legs. My headache wasn't getting much better. I had no idea where it came from, but it had to be the worst headache I had ever had. His arm around me protectively, Juice and I walked beside Tig and Bobby, looking around at the gathered group of Mexicans.

"I love a good fiesta," Tig noted, looking at all the women.

Juice shook his head, grinning. "You do realise that pretty much every Latina you bone ends up dead, right?"

"Hey this comes with a price." Tig pointed to his junk.

I laughed as Bobby spoke up. "Yeah, and nobody's buying today, Tig."

The Mayans headed over to us, Clay and Jax standing in front of the rest of our group. T and the two Bastards he'd brought along with us stood to the side, their body language screaming a need for action.

"I heard what happened. We had no knowledge," Alvarez stated without anyone else needing to say anything else.

"Had to be Salazar," T noted.

Alvarez just shrugged. "Maybe."

"Maybe? Maybe! Are you serious?"

Clay stood in the way of T before he could do something stupid. "I don't care how bad you're hurting. You need to focus your rage." They looked to each other, T nodding.

"Sorry. I knew Lander since I was 4."

"I get it man." Alvarez nodded. "I didn't patch these puppets over, but they still serve a purpose."

"Don't make this about the Calaveras. Like you said, had to be Salazar," Jax offered, a compromise in the works.

"He's gone rouge," Ope finished.

"Strip him of his patch, man." there was no question or suggestion in Clay's words. This was something that just had to be done. "Put somebody else in charge."

Alvarez turned to his men, the four of them taking a few steps away to talk it over. After a few words, they moved back, nodding to Clay. "Take a piss," was all they said before T, one of his men, Clay and Jax headed to the restrooms. The rest of us stayed where we were, the guys all tough... and boring.

I walked out of Juice's arms, heading over to one of the water fountains. Rubbing my temples, I took a quick drink.

"Hi."

I looked behind me, a little girl standing there in a cute little yellow dress, waiting to have a drink. I stepped aside. "Sorry."

She just shrugged, taking a drink before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Are you a girl biker?" she asked curiously, her voice so small and sweet.

I shook my head, smiling. "No. My brother and step-dad are bikers."

"So they let you ride on their bikes?"

"Yeah. Sometimes."

"I like riding on the bikes, but I don't get to do it a lot. My mum doesn't like it." She rocked on her feet, looking around the place as if her attention was drawn to everything that moved. "When I'm older like you, I'm gonna have my own bike that I can ride whenever I want."

The sound of a lady calling got her attention. She gave me a quick smile before running off to a woman, who I guess was her mum. I watched, smiling. She seemed like a strong willed girl, sweet and determined.

"You okay?" Juice walked up to me, looking from me to the girl. "What was that about?"

I just shrugged. "Making friends, Juice. Just making friends."

...

Bag on my back I walked out of the clubhouse, Chibs right beside me. I had called mum to say goodbye, seeing as my headache wasn't going anywhere and driving made me feel worse. I just wanted to get in the van and get to the airport, the less driving the better.

I threw my bag into the back of the van, the rest of the guys standing around outside as Clay and Jax joined us.

"We're gonna take the truck, go say goodbye to Gemma." Jax leaned forward, kissing my forehead. "I'll give her a hug for you."

I nodded my thanks as Tig spoke. "I'm going with."

"Meet you at the plane." Clay gave me his bag, kissing my cheek. Turning to Piney he said, "Make sure these shitheads aren't late." I knew he meant the guys, not me.

"They won't be," Bobby assured him in a defensive tone.

The rest of the guys headed back inside to grab the last of our things. I stayed by the van, sitting on it's floor, door open facing the club house.

Juice grabbed my hand, kissing my palm. "I know you want to go, but maybe you should stay. You haven't been feeling well all day."

I shook my head. "It's been coming and going. I'll be fine."

Sighing, he nodded, letting my hand go. "Just take it easy, okay?" He didn't give me time to answer, just walked off to go help the guys as I climbed into the van, moving to sit in the passenger's seat.

...

I jumped out of the back of the van as Tara's cutlass drove in. Walking past the guys, I moved to go make sure everything was okay.

"Cutting it close." Oswald looked to Jax.

My brother shut the car door. "Sorry. We had to give someone a ride." Mum got out of the car, a grin forming on my lips. Jax just shrugged at Oswald. "Not my idea."

Mum walked up to me, putting her arm around my shoulder. "Hey, baby." She kissed my cheek.

I shook my head, leaning against here. "Why am I not surprised?"

Clay answered his ringing phone. "McGee. It's about time. You get my message?" He listened to McGee on the other side of the line. "Good enough. We're about to board." There was some more noise on the other end before he nodded. "Appreciate that." He turned away from us, talking so no one else could hear.

Mum looked me up and down. "How you feeling, darling?" Her hand brushed some of my hair away from my face.

I just shrugged. "I just have a headache. Nothing too drastic." I grinned, too happy to see my mum to care about anything else at the moment.

Clay hung up, nodding to the rest of us. "Belfast is set."

Mum moved away from me, giving Piney a hug, saying their goodbyes. I walked over to Juice, his arm snaking around my waist as we started to head to the plane. I smiled, feeling great despite my headache. We were heading to Belfast to get Abel back. I had my mum, my family, things were looking good.

Bamby