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They headed South to Vegas a few days later to help with the Mayan problem. Even the Prospects came with them to lend a hand. Most of the charter had come North so there were a few hellos when they arrived and they got down to business.

"They set up their clubhouse the next county over and have been riding through every so often. They shot at us the other day and left."

"How man?" Jax asked.

"The total..about 14, only 8 came here.'

"They're travelling in packs of 6 or 8," Sid spoke up. "Make it so we can't really hit them."

"We can't leave a few guys here at a time."

"Well," Chibs started. "We're here. Tacoma or Indian Hills will come down to help."

"Let's call Tacoma. We got word that Mayan President is comin' for a visit."

"Alvarez," Jax nodded slowly. "Why don't we wait to see what he does? We'll make it seem like just Vegas is here so he can get ballsy." Everyone was quiet for a few moments before Sid nodded.

"I like it."

Jamie smirked. "I'll call Tacoma."

Tacoma rolled in two days later and hid their bikes. Alvarez was due to arrive the day before but there hadn't been any sign of him just yet. That is, until Jamie, Happy, Tig, Jax, Sid and Brad saw him ride past the diner they had been having lunch at.

"Son of a bitch," Jax growled.

"He's got the whole club," Jamie nodded slowly, watching the bikes roll past.

"Let's go," Brad laid some cash down before they left.

The boys were lounging at the clubhouse when they arrived, irritating Jamie even more. "Alvarez is here with the whole fucking MC from Oakland."

"And then some," Sid commented after Jamie.

All of them heard the roar of the bikes from a few blocks away, immediately getting ready. Jamie crouched behind one of the thick support beams, glancing around to see who was around her. Happy was beneath the window behind her with Tig, Jax, Juice and Chibs under the other window. Sid was across from her at the other beam and everyone else was hiding in various spots. She knew at least half of the boys were hidden outside. The bikes outside turned off and there was a lot of yelling in Spanish.

"Come on, fuckers," Sid growled.

"Just-" Jamie didn't get to finish because the gunfire began. They were just firing at the clubhouse expecting the Sons to be unprepared. Sid threw the doors opens as soon as the gunfire ceased and some of the Sons locked the heavy gate so no one could get out. Alvarez stood there, dropping his gun and raising his hands.

"You stupid dick," Jamie hissed, pressing the barrel to his head.

"We're not a puppet club, ladies," Sid growled.

"Get on your bikes and leave," Jax snapped, shooting two guys in the legs. "I won't hold back next time."

Alvarez smirked. "You're stupid, esae."

"Excuse me?"

Jamie heard the clicks and turned to run, seeing more Mayans. "Fuck," She breathed.

Alvarez walked around to stand before her, getting up in her face. "You threatened my family, killed my men." He stepped back and raised his gun. "Give me one reason not to shoot you."

Jamie took a step forward so the gun pressed into her skull. The boys breathed, some grumbling, others growling their disapproval.

"Kill me and you'll start a nationwide war you cannot win. They won't hold back. Even when you're dead, they'll keep going until your entire bullshit MC is wiped out."

Alvarez watched her for a moment before getting on his bike. "Next time, Jamie Teller. I will kill you."

The group rolled out and Jamie growled.

"Call Indian Hills, Salt Lake City, Rogue River. We're at war." Jax snapped.

Jamie turned and gave the stunned boys a look before moving inside.

They had a large, open church that night to accommodate the charters and their members.

"You keep doin' shet like that and you'll be killed!" Chibs was yelling at Jamie.

"Ok, so…I let him shoot me?" She was leaning forward in her seat across from him, not backing down.

"No! You back down!" Tig snapped.

"Enough." Jax finally sighed. "We gotta make a plan."

"I got one," Brad nodded.

Morning of the attack they had planned, everyone was silent. Jamie and Happy had had the craziest, most angry sex the night before and Jamie was a little sore. Not the time to be sore but oh well. All the way up until they were leaving, no one spoke.

"Alright. Everyone know what to do?" Jax hollered, glad he got a unanimous YES!

They rode out of the clubhouse and down the highway, getting looks from people as they rode by. They were armed to the teeth with semi-automatic guns, rifles, shotguns, someone even had grenades, but to an outsider, it was a large club out for a ride. Down a ramp and off an old paced road led straight to the clubhouse. They left their bikes hidden and ran the rest of the way through the woods. It was thick with brush and no one would really drive down here unless they were teenagers wanting to have sex.

Jamie crouched with Jax, Tig, Happy, Chibs, Juice, Brad, Lee, Lorca, Jury, and Needles in the bushes. In front of them lay the Mayans dozing, talking, drinking and eating.

"They're not expecting it," Jury shook his head.

"Cocky," Chibs nodded.

"There goes the first group," Jamie pointed out as the first wave of men ran for the clubhouse. The plan was to send in groups of guys in waves so that it was more of a surprise attack. Gunshots rang through the air as Jamie set herself up with her favorite sniper rifle.

"Wave two," Jax breathed and Jamie took out the two escapees that had attempted to sneak out the back.

A few minutes passed and then suddenly Jax said to go. All went but Juice and Jamie, Jamie taking out a guy every so often. A click behind them made the pair freeze.