Hey, I think you all are REALLLY going to like this chapter! Let's just say that things between Jax and Half-Sack come to a head . . .
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Half-Sack might have been blonde, and he might be dense at times, but by all means, was he not stupid.
He could very well decipher the meaningful looks that would pass between Velvet and Jax at dinners and parties at Gemma and Clay's, and even the massive parties at the clubhouse. Any guy with a brain in his head would be able to decipher those looks. He knew what they meant, but by God, he wished he didn't. Those looks cut him like a knife, those looks stabbed him in the back and twisted the fucking knife. Those looks hurt like nothing else in the world, not even when he got his ball shot off in Iraq.
They meant that he had been right all along.
Jax had got Velvet.
Jax had won.
"The Russians have got to go."
The whole table went silent at Clay's gruff words. Deathly silent, even Jax and Chibs. They all knew that this topic of conversation would eventually be brought up, but not one of the men sitting at the carved wooden table in Chapel, knew how to handle it. This was a very delicate situation, and not one of them wanted to have their asses on the clothes line if their plan when sour, even thought every one of them wanted revenge for Velvet's pain.
Clay looked at every one of them in turn, his eyes lingering on Jax's. Gemma had filled him in on the situation between Jax and Velvet, and even filled him in on the bare bones of Velvet's pregnancy, and he wasn't entirely sure how to think about it. He loved Velvet as the daughter he never had, and he loved Jax to some degree, but he also like the Prospect. Either way, though, he knew that if someone had to get kicked out of the club – and that was a huge 'if' – it would have to be the Prospect. Gemma and Chibs would kill him if he kicked out Velvet (and God knows he don't have the heart), and without Jax, who would become VP? Half-Sack was just a simple Prospect. There would be others to come along.
"We discussed this with Velvet, guys!" Tig told them after slamming his open palm down on the table. "Velvet don't want to have nothin' to do with this! She wants us to handle it, and everyone here knows that if Alexandre figured out Velvet was stayin' with us, shackin' up with one of us," – Tig glanced at Jax pointly, for Half-Sack was not allowed in Chapel until he got his leathers – "The Russians will come after us! We need to nip this shit in the bud before it even happens! Me, Clay and Jax have already discussed it rather lengthily, and we've come to the conclusion that Alexandre needs to die!"
"He's been a thorn in our side for years . . ." Jax added with a nonchalant shrug. "If we do this, Velvet will be untouchable, our fiances will boom because we'll take over their businesses, and not-to-mention, we'll gain new territory and get rid of some of our enemies. Its not a bad deal."
"People will get killed, though." Opie said without breaking face. "This is . . . this is delicate, like you said. We can't make it look like we did it. If it looks like we did, war could break out." Juice shrugged.
"Why not make it look like the Aryans did it? Knock two birds out with one stone." Clay shook his head.
"No. We promised Velvet that this won't affect Kurt. We target the Aryans by making it look like they did it, and it affects Kurt one way or the other. That's a no go."
"Assassinate him."
Everyone looked up as Happy spoke. Happy rarely spoke in Chapel, but when he did, everyone stopped talking to listen. Happy took the silence to continue, and he did.
"Assassinate him, but made it look like an outside party did it. I can do it." Jax raised his eyebrows and Clay gazed at him in skeptism.
"You sure Happy?" He asked and Happy nodded.
"Fuck yeah! You don't come in here and take a shit in SAMCRO territory! Like Jax said, the Russians have been a thorn in our side for too damn long! Besides, I used to be a paid assassin, I can do this. Hell . . . I'll get a damn good tattoo for it!" Clay nodded.
"We'll help you out in any way we can, Hap." Everyone else nodded and Clay nodded again in finalization as he picked up the gable and banged it down on the table. "Chapel adjourned. Go tell Velvet what's goin' on." He told Jax as he stood, and Jax stood with him, his eyes wide.
"I thought Velvet didn't want to have anything to do with this?" Clay shook his head and shrugged.
"She don't. But she might be able to give some info to Happy in order to help him out. Happy's a damn good member, Jax, he ain't gettin' killed." Jax shrugged.
"Then let me go with him –"
"No!" Jax jumped slightly at Clay's commanding, loud tone of voice, and Clay neared him, where he lowered his voice substantially. "I said no. You mean too much to Velvet and SAMCRO in order to go out and get yourself killed!" Clay smiled then. "Send the Prospect. He needs mileage and besides . . . you a kid on the way, Jaxie boy. Ain't no damn Prospect raisin' me and Gemma's grandkid, especially one that's yours!"
Jax found Velvet hanging out with Lila and Consuela, Juice's fiancé, when he exited Chapel to fallow Clay's orders. After he found Velvet, he would have to go find Half-Sack. The Desperado soundtrack was playing out from the jukebox in the corner, and the speakers placed artfully around the room, and The Strange Face of Love was playing as he spied Velvet and started making his way across the room towards her.
He smiled a small smile as he gazed at her as he neared her from the room. Velvet spied him too from across the room, and her eyes alighted with joy and she grinned. Jax grinned too and he was five feet from her when he felt himself being swept roughly off his feet. He hit the ground like a ton of bricks, and the breath was momentarily swiped from his lungs. He let out a gasp of pain and breathlessness as he started seeing doubles. His vision soon cleared, and when it did, he saw Half-Sack above him, and a fist shooting towards his face like a galloping Thoroughbred. Jax felt pain explode through the side of his head and his eye like dynamite, and Half-Sack moved to punch him again, but Jax saw red and grabbed at Half-Sack wrist. He caught it in his iron grip and thrust the little skinny bastard off him. Half-Sack fell back aganist one of the pool tables, and slid to the floor, his eyes squinted slightly in pain and his hand on his back.
Jax grabbed a pool stick off the same pool table he had thrown Half-Sack on, and grinned devilishly, his blue eyes mad with vicious anger. "Your goin' wish you hadn't done that . . . Grunt!" He brought the pool stick down, aiming for Half-Sack's head, but Half-Sack's eyes widened and he rolled out of the way, just as the pool stick hit the floor and broke in two. Jax cussed loudly, and threw the pool stick aside, where he made a grab at Half-Sack. He missed as Half-Sack darted out of the way, but caught him as Half-Sack moved behind him, and threw him to the floor.
Half-Sack had a look of murder in his eyes as he glared at Jax. "I had Velvet first! You fuckin' knew that!" He hissed, and Jax grinned.
"Yeah . . . but who'd she come to in the end Half-Sack? Who did she come to, begging for sex when you got your ball implant?" Jax's grin grew wider. "Who's she still coming to at night when your asleep?"
Jax made a move to punch him, but Half-Sack scrambled back just in time. Jax's fist hit the cement floor, and Jax grunted as pain shot through his hand. A couple of fingers were broke, he could tell by the way pain shot through his index and middle finger whenever he flexed them. No matter, he hit just as well with his left hand, than with his right.
Jax let out a roar as he grabbed Half-Sack again by the scruff of his shirt, and drew him to him, where he swiftly and deftly punched him twice in the face. Half-Sack's nose broke and he stumbled away when Jax let him go, tears streaming down his face and cussing like a mad sailor. Everyone was watching the scene now, including Gemma and the guys, although no one could hear Jax and Half-Sack's conversation.
"Oh yeah, by the way!" Jax told him, and Half-Sack vision cleared long enough for him to glare murderously at Jax. Jax grinned and nodded. "She's pregnant. And it ain't yours!" One could almost see Half-Sack's vision turn red as he turned to glare in hatred and betrayal at Velvet.
"Your pregnant?" He roared at her and Velvet's eyes grew wide and she gasped, her hands moving to her mouth.
"Half-Sack, I swear –!"
"You bitch!" He roared at her as he moved to her. Jax's body when cold and he lunged for Half-Sack, but missed him by mere inches. Half-Sack's hands were outstretched, aiming for Velvet's neck. Jax roared at Velvet to move, but she was frozen, her eyes trained in terror on his hands. Everyone was frozen with horror, all except one. He stepped right in front of Half-Sack and grabbed him by the neck when Half-Sack met him.
"The fuck you will, boy-o!" The man growled and Half-Sack gazed up in terror at the murder in Chibs' eyes as his hand tightened threatingly on Half-Sack's throat. It suddenly occurred to Half-Sack how easily it would be for a murderous Chibs to snap the bones in his throat. "You lay one hand on me daughter and grandyoungin', and it won't be Alexandre in the shit can, I promise you on me mother's grave, Prospect!"