Disclaimer – The characters of this fanfiction, as well as the 'Sons of Anarchy' world belong to Kurt Sutter, with the exception of Avi Liebermann, Nadia and Brad Cohen, who are original characters created by me. I make no profit from this work.
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SOA goes to war with the Russians, but they're in for a surprise from the Mexicans. Jax shows his extraordinary ability as a leader as well as commander in battle. Tig and Juice fight over some unfinished business.
Time of the Warriors
Part 1
It's a hot summer day when Avi Liebermann enters the bar and orders the cheapest beer on the menu. He then folds out a hundred dollars bill and grins. The bartender looks at the money, back at the man, again at the money, again at the man and he gets the idea this dude is playing a prank or something.
"Hey, gringo! Are you trying to piss me off?"
"Not at all, if I had that intention I would have unzipped, I would have reached in, took my dick out and sprayed straight into your face. But you don't see me doing that, do you?"
The bartender takes the money, smirking confused and weary.
"Your beer," he says upon openly spitting into the pint.
"Very kind of you to add some flavour," comments the Jewish man casually. The other Lobos are becoming increasingly curious. And rather agitated. "Hey, wanna hear a story?" continues the old man. "Gather up, people, gather up."
"What's up?" asks the bartender swiftly.
"As we speak, a bitch is our way," he begins. "Rumour has it she looks stunning, the kind of whore you want to fuck and fuck and fuck… you know with an ass so big and round and with tits you keep wanna grab and squeeze." The Mexicans are starting to get the picture: an expression of lust paints their dark features. "She walks into a bar and she orders a drink as if she meant a portion of cock to go with it." The men laugh hysterically.
"Give him a proper beer, Gabriel! I wanna hear this!" says one of them.
"She sits at the bar and the bartender stares at her boobs. What do you think she does about it?" Avi goes on, upon receiving his new pint. "The bitch takes off her jacket. And she's not wearing a damned thing underneath."
The Mexicans watch him in awe.
"Not a damned thing, I tell ya!" then seeps a bit of beer.
"And?" asks the bartender horny.
"She takes his hands and places them on those boobs, and then she reaches behind into the pockets of her jacket and pulls out two guns. She blasts the man to the left, she blows a hole in the one to the right and the bartender just waits there with his hands on her tits as if they were glued."
The Lobos smirk glancing at each other with small, conspicuous eyes.
"She kills the bartender next, then turns around and shoots everybody else."
"What for?" demands the one who offered him the beer.
"She has an appetite for blood. She pours a cup out of a guy's skull and she drinks it all before wandering off… off into the darkness that brought her in."
The men burst into an uncontrollable laughter.
"Been a great pleasure meeting you, guys," says Avi putting on his hat, keeping that same serious air as he walks out.
"Could you believe that shit?" sums it up Manuel, the man with the pint.
A few minutes later Nadia walks in wearing her leather jacket and her tight black jeans. She painted her lips a classic red, a colour which makes her look even sluttier. As she seats on the stool, she looks at Gabriel as if she wants a piece of him and it is not long before Manuel approaches her boldly. A very swift, discrete move of the wrist and the man collapses to the floor gulping for air. Before the other has any chance to see what happened, he gets a bullet to his stomach. Gabriel, the bartender is next. She uses his body as a human shield before finishing off the rest of the men, including the damaged Manuel.
"The Sons said hello, bitches!" she whispers leaving the joint.
"I need you, brother!" says Jax demanding, throwing his arm behind Tig's neck. "We can only work this shit out if we stick together."
"All right, I'm in," mumbles Tig apologetic trying to hide his emotion.
"I trust you, Tiggy and I'm sorry for all that shit that flew between us."
"I trust you, brother!" utters the mechanic hugging his President warmly. Tears of joy twinkle in his eyes. He felt useless without his club. Going back was like being reborn.
"Come on, let's blow shit up!" concludes an equally emotional Jax.
Juice is fuming, but he has to stay in control. They have work to do. But Tig did have sex with his old lady and there must be a fight over it. And the man knows it too. They'll have it that night at the victory party. Will be a fist fight, fair and square and it will all end there, no matter who won. They both knew one shouldn't stay upset with his brother even if a woman was involved.
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Part 2
It took a lot of guts to stand in front of a furious man with a gun. It took even more guts to receive a bullet meant for somebody else. However, the woman cashed it in without hesitation. That's what she did, what she was trained to do and perhaps what she secretly wanted. Deep down, Nadia felt horrified with the challenges ahead of her and sought a way out. Chibs managed to pull her aside, away from the heat of battle.
Jax never suspected they'll run into much trouble that night anyway, at least not in terms of dealing with strong defences. Bad calculation. Bullets started raining on them almost without warning. Steered up by the events in their little bar in Nevada, the Lobos turned up to demonstrate they were still a force to be reckoned with. The new prospect fell first, then a few Mexicans in their team. It came to Tig to rescue Juice from a close call. Although important they both knew this would not change the things between them, they'll still have that fight. The gang took to the highway, closely followed by the Sons. Nobody had the time to assess casualties on the enemy side. It wasn't until the gunfire stopped that Tig realized Nadia was missing. Finding her behind a wrecked car came as a bit of a blow.
"Hey, talk to me," he said speedily opening her jacket.
"She'll be all right, she's wearing a vest," mumbles Chibs faking disgust, but in reality pretty shaken by this display of affection.
"Why the hell did you come to this fight anyway?" Tig asked her somewhat depreciating.
Nadia didn't answer, she stared back coldly. She had it all planned.
"Crazy bitch," whispered Chibs as they moved away.
Jax still remembered the first time the Sons blew up Hale's investments. This time, they were burning down his legacy, a legacy to which unfortunately they brought their own contribution for a while. Understanding where the funds originated, gave a whole new meaning to this war. As if the Natsuki deal wasn't enough, their old Russian friends had to stick their tail in the Sons' stew. It'd have to cost them.
Brad was gone as if he never existed, he simply took off. Jax had no doubt his sister warned him of the attack. Although Jax understood her need to protect her own family, he still pondered whether following Tig's lead on that one, wouldn't have been a better solution in the first place. But Nadia was satisfied to see Hale's "Technology Park" going up in smoke. Somewhere in the distance the Police were ringing their sirens trying to come to grasp with the scale of destruction.
Caught up in a game of drugs, weapons and prostitution, all under the watchful eye of the Uncle Sam, Jax had already begun losing hope. Nevertheless, he'd already decided to sacrifice and go down with the club. The only thing he was worried about was Tara guessing his true intentions.
Juice kept hitting and hitting united with his fury. Her words repeating in his ears: "I didn't choose for you, because I found you weak, baby. Imagine how it'd turn out: me crazy, you weak, how will it end?" At first, Tig wanted to let him win, just so that he could quench his guilt and please his brother, but after a round of heavy blows, he felt a new sort of energy taking over, one that reverberated throughout his body, one that got his dick standing. Although Juice was quicker and more determined, Tig was stronger and far more experienced. He rarely lost a fist fight.
The woman makes her way slowly through the crowd. The spectacle disgusts her, but for a fraction of a second her eyes meet the insane glance of her lover. It chills her soul. Nadia hurries to get away from there. She doesn't care who wins and who loses, she feels that fight is more about masculine ego than herself and that makes her an object, a thing, not a person. Nadia had always kept a certain amount of freedom in choosing who she wanted to be with and when that didn't work she normally reacted badly as it happened with Hale. These days, she found herself sucked deeper and deeper into the fate of all the other biker girls, being claimed and passed around like a puppet.
In a moment of clarity, Tig switched back to the losing act. It was a way of cutting the fight short, after all he had nothing more to prove, but Juice still had a lot to give. Rarely had anyone seen Tig kneeling before his opponent, but this turned out to be one of those times. Blood staining his teeth and cheeks, he grinned looking into the eyes of the younger man:
"You win, bro!"
Juice released him still shaking with too much adrenaline. The boys cheered and hugged the winner, while Tig retreated to a dark corner to light a cigarette.
"Damn' bitch!" he growled spitting out the blood.
Juice came over passing him a beer.
"The whore, she's all yours, Tig," he said making it sound as if she were some trash which could be tossed around in the yard of the loser. "It's better if you keep an eye on her, otherwise Jax might finish her off, nobody trusts her here," he sweetened up his words.
Tig knew Juice still had feelings for Nadia and that the situation couldn't be more complicated, especially since she was so deep into the Jewish-Russian deal, but he agreed with his mate:
"All right, I'll put some order into her."
"I want to get rid of it, Tara!" says Nadia crying on the side of the bed.
"Are you sure?" asks the medic cautiously.
"I'm fucked up, the father is… oh dear!"
"Juice is a lucky man," answers Tara a little apprehensive.
Nadia puffs amused:
"Not Juice!"
"Oh shit!"
The doctor understands Nadia's frustration but wants to tell her own story, even if she might not change a thing. She senses the woman is undecided and for a while now, Tara herself thought over and over how it would have all turned out if she didn't chose to have a son with Jax. She needed to comfort herself with the choice she made years before and in the process convince her new friend to give it a go.
"When I got pregnant with Thomas… I wanted to get rid of it, Jax and I split before I could tell him I was with child. It was a bad, bad time in my life. And when I got there that day in front of the desk, waiting to be sent in for the procedure, I felt sick. I turned back and left, didn't look back. I've never regretted the decision."
"I shouldn't mess up my life with this baby," insists Nadia.
"How about you tell me what you want instead of what you should or should not do?" Tara twists it up, turning her argument on its head.
"You don't get it, do you, Tara?" rants Nadia crying. "He scares the shit out of me! The man is crazy! I'm not particularly sane either, I mean there's no doubt I wanted to kill myself, even tonight when I took that bullet. And he knows it, the mother fucker, he knows me so well and I'm such a fool! I should have settled for Juice, even if he's a bit of a twat. I'm so frightened."
"Tonight… you took that bullet for Tig, didn't you?" the medic puts it together.
"The bastard didn't even notice," answers Nadia bitterly.
"We can do it tomorrow, if you want. I can drive you there…"
"Tomorrow it is."
The bedroom door flies open, Tig in the frame, tall and angry.
"Get out, Tara!" he almost orders.
Nadia is shivering with hopelessness while the medic hesitates.
"Get out!" he shouts. "You stay where you are," he adds pointing at the Jewish woman.
Tara walks out sighing. She can't do anything more for her friend, it became a matter between her and the man she messed with. And everyone knew it wasn't a bright idea to mess with Tig. He was crazy.
"Undress," he pushes Nadia on the bed. She weeps reluctantly. Is it all a bad dream? How did she end up losing her control this way? Her body wanted him with every cell, but her mind was frozen with horror. "Undress, woman!"
She takes off her clothes with the same tension and sadness as if she expected to be taken to the guillotine.
He takes her roughly and quickly, without being bothered with her personal satisfaction. Mesmerized with the voluptuous shapes of her body, he gropes her vigorously. He already knows. Chucky was a loyal boy. He pulls out, leaving her in tears, feeling used and owned.
"Are ya pregnant?" he asks lighting up a cigarette.
Nadia emits a trembling "yes".
"I knew we were coming to this" the man shakes his head. "What were you talking with Tara? You wanted to get rid of it, didn't you?"
"What if I did?" Nadia regains her composure.
"I should have a say too," he retorts irritably.
"Sorry, I didn't expect you to care. What we had was… just sex."
Her words increase his indignation. He grabs her jaw and pushes her head into the pillow.
"No, it wasn't. You know it wasn't. But you wanted things to be that simple. You're chickening out before me and you know what, you make me sick!"
"I took a bullet for you tonight!" Nadia utters slapping his beaten, bloody face.
"I know, Chibs told me. It's easier to die than tell me what you want?"
The woman bursts into a frantic cry, which impresses even his hardened soul. He hugs her trying to give some comfort. Breaking this one was going to be a tough process. "I love you, you stupid bitch!" he whispers, caressing her, yet the next minute he attacks her again, squeezing her fragile neck: "Don't you fuck up, I'll kill ya, pregnant or not, I'll kill ya!" Tig finally stands up saying on a firm, yet more humane tone: "I own you now. Deal with it!" As he's about to turn away and leave, he adds: "I'm taking your bike. Ol' ladies don't ride."
Follow up in A Dead End