Fighting Back

Chapter 17

Ryan was just about to drop off when he heard his door open. Taken by surprise considering he wasn't expecting anyone he turned around in his bed to see who the unexpecting visitor was. He watched as a bald headed man dressed in a smart grey suit, with a black leather brief case walked into his room. He looked so official that Ryan's mind went straight to ATF.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Now Mr Fields that is noway to speak to your new Attorney." Ryan looked at him in confusion as the man took a seat next to his bed.

"New attorney. I didn't hire one."

"I know you didn't someone else did." Ryan felt his chest tighten. Was this Samcro's way of getting to him. Making sure he got off so they could exact their own form of punishment.

"Who hired you?"

"Lets just say it's someone who you share a common interest with."

"Look either tell me the fuck you are and who hired you or get out." A smile crept onto the man's face.

"Ethan Zobelle. Ring any bells?"

"I don't understand."

"I'll try and make it a little clearer for you. You hate Samcro, probably want to exact some sort of revenge on that pretty lady of yours." The man noticed Ryan's jaw flex with the mention of the girl. "Okay maybe bad choice of words. Basically he wants revenge on the Sons as do you I'm sure."

"And what he thinks I'll do his dirty work for him?" Ryan huffed in frustration. "Because if you haven't noticed I'm kinda stuck in this shit hole."

"Not for long. You're being transferred to County Prison later this evening."

"What?"

"Don't worry your not actually going to make it."

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After his visit with his 'Attorney' Ryan couldn't stop going over everything he had said. He offered a good deal, Zobelle's men take out the van he was going to be transported in and all he has to do in return is help exact revenge on Samcro. Ryan had of course agreed, he would have been a fool not to. Although he didn't have a problem exacting revenge of the Sons especially since he knew full well that to the Sons Of Anarchy he was excommunicated, they'd kill him without a second thought so it was kill first or be killed. Plus he had a little unfinished business with a certain tattooed Nomad and a Mohawk sporting Puerto Rican. But he did however have an issue when the suit mentioned exacting revenge on Nicole. He may be in this mess because he had laid his hands on her but that didn't mean he wanted anyone else to do the same.

Ryan didn't get to long to think about what he had just committed himself to because before he knew it two officers were walking into his room instructing him to get ready as they were about to move him.

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Even though Ryan knew what was going to happen, knew that the raid van he was sitting in was going get rammed off the road he still felt nervous. He had no idea when Zobelle's men were going to attack, and no matter how much he prepared himself there would be noway that he would be able to stop himself from getting hurt in the process.

He wasn't exactly sure how long he had been travelling for but when he heard the approaching roar of an engine he looked to the back doors of the van and sure enough he could see a set of headlights creeping up upon the raid van. Taking a deep breath he tried to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen.

Everything happened so quickly. The raid van was hit on the side causing the driver to serve, but he managed to recover getting the van back onto the road, well that was until the second blow came. With that second blow everything went black.

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Ryan's tried to focus on his new surroundings but his vision was still blurred. Blinking a couple of times he was glad when things finally started to became clear.

He was no longer on the side of the road he was in a darkly lit room. Getting to his feet he felt his head spin. His hand instantly went to the side of his head where the shooting pain came from, his hand rubbed over the banaid. He walked over to the broken mirror that was propped against the wall, he bent down so he could access the damage. He had a small bandaid on the left side of his face, although it was covering the main part of the cut it extended further than that. He went to touch it but when he felt the sting he quickly removed his hand.

He got back onto his feet, heading towards the door when he heard voices on the other side. He opened the door slowly so he could hear better.

"Everything went to plan...He took a hit to the head is out for the count but nothing serious, it shouldn't affect our plans...I know the plan we've been through it a hundred times. We take the girl use her as leverage, then we take out Samcro it's going to be a piece of cake... Don't worry Ryan won't be a problem, not if he wants the bitch to live... Okay I'll call after we drop the guards."

Ryan closed the door as the bald headed man who had posed as his attorney hung up his phone. Ryan ran his hand over the back of his head. He may not have been able to hear the other side of the conversation, but he knew it was not good. From what he could make out they were going to take Nicole use her to get back at Samcro. The sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach wasn't because his so called brothers were about to meet their downfall, it was the thought of the lengths Zobelle and his men would go with Nicole, how much harm they would cause her.

He couldn't stay he had to get out. His eyes scanned the small dinghy room resting on the small window, it would be a tight squeeze but he was sure he could get through it he just had to.

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Tara was sitting in the kitchen biting away on her finger nail as her eyes rested on the black leather bag that was sitting on the kitchen counter, the bag that contained the secret she had been hiding from the man she loved, who just happened to be standing just centimetres away from the truth.

Jax took a sip of his coffee, he kept stealing looks at Tara but she seemed to be looking straight through him. Since returning to Charming the two had barely spoken two words, meaning the last time they had actually spoke was when he was being a complete jackass and laying into her about not doing as she was told. He wasn't sorry for his reaction or what he said but just how he said it. No wonder she was still not taking to him.

Nicole couldn't wait to get out of the house, Since Jax had come home the tension between him and Tara had been unbearable.

She packed herself a bag and headed to the kitchen. She looked between Tara and Jax, she knew they both had things they needed to say to one another but they weren't, and with that she knew she was doing the right thing.

"What's with the bag?" Jax asked finally finding his voice.

"I'm going to stay at the clubhouse for a couple of days." She said as she shrugged on her leather jacket. Jax turned to face her giving her his full attention. All of Tara's attention was on Nicole aswell.

"Why?" Nicole let her eyes leave his as she glanced over to Tara. "Just think you two need a bit of space."

"Were fine." Nicole looked back at him giving him a 'whatever' look.

"Jax is right Nic, you don't have to leave." Tara chimed in as she got to her feet.

"Look it's not for ever just a couple of days." Tara watched as she grabbed her bag off the counter and placed it securely on her shoulder. "So can I have your room key?" Jax pulled his keys from his pocket as he removed his dorm key from his key chain. She placed out her hand waiting for him to give it to her but for some reason she could see he was hesitant. "Come on it's not like I'm going to some random hotel it's the Clubhouse, nothings going to happen." With them words he reluctantly placed the key in her hand. "Thanks." She pecked him on the cheek before grabbing her bag and leaving.

"Wait." Nicole looked back at him over her shoulder. "I'll follow."

Sliding into the drivers side of her Mustang she couldn't help but smile at how protective he still was of her. The clubhouse was barely a 10 minute drive but he still didn't like her to make that journey alone. She was beyond lucky to have him in her life. Returning to Charming just reminded her what she had missed when she had been in Nevada.

That's why Nicole wanted to give him and Tara some space. All this shit with Abel was breaking him, and now on top of that he was at odds with Tara. He needed her more than ever but they just seemed to be drifting further and further apart. She may not be Tara's number one fan but Jax loved the bones of that girl so if they needed some time alone time to get their shit together then who was she to stand in the way of that, even if it did mean staying at the clubhouse where a certain blonde would be.

After saying her goodbye's to Jax she went straight to his dorm room and basically camped out in there all night. The past couple of days had been dramatic enough she really didn't need to go another round with Kozik. Being locked away was her safest bet.