Hey guys, so thanks for all adds and a big thanks to those who have reviewed I love hearing what you all think. This chapter is just a bit of filler chapter, setting up for the finale. I'm not exactly sure how many chapters are left but my original plan was only for about 13. But depending on how well I can make it flow together it may be less or maybe more. Anyway I hope you are all enjoying this story as much as I am writing it. Thanks again xx
Silver Lining
'I won't get left behind
when the walls come tumbling in
I'll keep climbing,
I'll keep climbing'
Side by Side
Keeping the line which consisted of both Mayans and Sons they edged their way closer to the derelict warehouse. Dressed all in black and all minus their cuts they successfully blended into the darkness of the night.
Tig, Happy, Kozik, Rafi and Angelo were the first to step inside, their guns drawn.
The only light filling the warehouse was from the moonlight seeping in through the cracks of the beat up warehouse. Another two lines dropped in behind them as they checked every square inch of the building. So far it was all clear.
They were about halfway through their search when a beam of light caught Happy's eye. Raising his hand for everyone to stop he looked over his shoulder at his President and VP before pointing in the direction of the light.
As they advanced towards the light Clay couldn't help but break from the line and step forward.
The light that had caught Happy's attention was coming from an abandoned flashlight that was randomly lying on the floor. Casting the light around the room, Clay caught sight of something in the corner. Advancing towards it, his brothers following closely behind, it became clear to Clay what it was he was looking at the closer he got.
Using the light, Clay looked over the mangled body. He was bloody and had lacerations across his chest, face and arms. His throat had been slit and there was a bullet hole to his skull and several more scattered over his body. This man had obviously suffered a very violent, very sadistic killing but Clay didn't care about that, he was more concerned with the why? Especially as this man was clearly a Bandit, what was left of the ink on his chest told them that. Why would the Bandits kill one of their own? Traitor maybe?
"What are those?" Tig pointed to floor beside the body. Clay shone the light to where Tig was pointing.
"Shit." Laying beside the man were various different knives, all covered with blood. It was at that point that Clay noticed that the man was laid out on a polythene sheet.
"Shit, this is a set up. EVERYONE OUT." Jax shouted when the sounds of sirens echoed throughout the warehouse.
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"Mr Jenkins glad you could make it follow me." Danny's hand hovered over his gun as the man turned his back on him and walked further into the Warehouse. He was still unsure if he was making the right decision.
The man he was following behind stopped making Danny follow suit. As they stood in the middle of the warehouse which was encased in almost complete darkness, another man appeared from the shadows.
"Mr Jenkins. It's good to see you." The man from shadows spoke with a southern drawl. As he continue to move further into the room Danny got a better look at the man.
He stood tall, 6'2 at least. His face was adorned with three day old stubble which had flecks of grey just like his slicked back hair. He was dressed just as slick as he looked, black shirt black trousers and black cowboy boots.
"What's this about?"
"Getting straight to business, I knew I would like you." Danny smirked and motioned his hand encouraging him to continue. "Name is Colt Buford. Leader of The Bandits. Now I know you've heard of us."
"I've heard of you al'right." Danny remarked. He knew these sons of a bitches were the ones who had taken out Jessica. Yet he had still been intrigued to come and meet them, even if it was a set up and he'd end up getting himself killed. He would make sure he took some of them with him. Danny's hand again found it's way to his the gun. The man in front of him must have noticed this because he raised his hands showing the there was no threat, as well as using his eyes to tell his friend to back off.
"I would like to apologise. Your gal, she was never meant to get hurt, we knew she had nothing to do with the Sons but it seemed one of my guys got a little trigger happy."
"A little. She was shot 5 times." Danny scoffed.
"I know. And I promise you that death will be justified."
"Is that why you asked me here?"
"Yes sir. We need you to help us forge an alliance with your boss. We want the Nords onside."
"Me and Darby ain't exactly on the same page right now."
"So I've heard and I also know why?" Danny's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "The Bandits have eyes and ears everywhere." Danny laughed of course they did, how else would they know about where to find Jax the night his girlfriend had ended up being killed.
"Then if you know why, you know he's not gonna go against the Sons right."
"True, he won't because he needs something from them, or rather someone. But if that someone was to say...disappear then Darby wouldn't need anything from them."
"You talking about killing the girl."
"No girl no deal right?"
"And what do I get for doing this?" Colt smiled before his eyes left Danny and landed on the guy the Danny had followed inside.
He watched the man nod back at Colt before disappearing into the shadows, only to return moments later dragging a man beside him, throwing him to the floor. Danny noticed the man was gagged and both his hands and feet were tied.
Colt walked over to the man and bent down beside him, his eyes finding Danny's once again.
"This is Lee, he killed your gal, and he's all yours." Colt straightened up and pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans. Danny automatically went for his own gun. Colt smiled at him before grabbing the barrel of the gun and offering the handle to Danny. "There's one bullet in there. Use it wisely." He could see the hesitation in Danny's eyes."You can keep the gun, trust me this isn't a set up it's a good will gesture."
When he heard the man of the floor let out a muffle cry Danny's rage finally gave way and he grabbed the gun from Colt and stormed over to the man firing the bullet into his skull.
He stood over the body for a moment watching the blood seep from his skull. It was the claps echoing behind him that brought him from his trance.
"What about the body?" Danny asked turning back to face Colt.
"Don't worry about that we have that sorted. So do we have a deal?"
"Yeah, but you need to sweeten it a little bit."
"Okay, lets talk business."
Danny let the water run over his body. Closing his eyes he relieved the moment he killed the man that had murdered Jessica. It was a sweet kill and he didn't regret a second of it but he would be lying to himself if he wasn't starting to rethink the rest.
Earlier when he had shaken hands with Colt he was so consumed with getting revenge he hadn't really thought about the details. There was so much that could go wrong, and he had a bad feeling that if it did The Nords would be the one's left in the firing line after the Sons wiped out every single bandit. He remembered a few years back, when the Mayans and the Sons were at their worse. The war between the two had taken a very bloody turn, and it was the Sons who came out on top.
Then there was Darby. Danny knew he would be pissed, that this new alliance had been made behind his back and therefore without his permission. But Danny had done good, he had made a good deal, not just for Darby but for himself.
And it was that feeling off satisfaction that reaffirmed to Danny that he had done the right thing. Yes if the Bandits came through then Danny would be very happy indeed, and so would Darby eventually.
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Felps couldn't believe his luck. He was just storing away the files from his recent case that had unfortunately turned out to be a dud, when he heard a disturbance outside his office. Abandoning the paper work he strode outside, a shit eating smile gracing his face when he saw what or rather who was making the disturbance.
Handcuffed and being dragged down the hall way to towards the cells were not just one Son but two.
Yes this day may have started off bad but this sudden turn of events had defiantly made his day sweeter.
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Clay paced the floor beneath him, his heavy boots echoing throughout the silent clubhouse. How had they been so stupid? How had the Bandits once again been two steps ahead of them? Those were the questions that were running through his mind right now.
He had lead his men into a set up, resulting in two members getting arrested. It was bad. And Clay had no idea what to do about it. But again this wasn't a weakness he could show to his brothers.
Coming to a stop his hands settling on his hips he looked around his brothers, before he sought out Bobby.
"Call Rosen get him down the station now." Bobby nodded and stepped away from the group. "Felps is still hanging around meaning that warrant of his is still in effect probably more so now, so any shit lying around that could be used against us, it needs to go in the hole, that includes any weed. I ain't going down for a fucking bullshit drugs charge."
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Happy was just placing the last of his weapons inside. It had taken them just a smidgen over an hour to accumulate all that shit could land them all time on the other side of fence. He was just locking the door on there secret hiding place when Jax stepped inside.
"That everything bro?"
"Yeah." Happy answered sparing a quick glance over his shoulder at him.
Sinking his hands deeper into the pockets of his jeans, Jax stepped further into the room resting against the desk.
"She okay?" Happy paused for a spilt second hearing Jax's words. Pulling the key from the lock he stood up turning to face Jax. He was generally concerned that was clear and that eased Happy's anger.
If there was anyone from the Samcro charter that would understand his current situation with Liv then it was Jax without a doubt. Plus his normal go to guy on anything concerning Liv was currently residing in Charming prison cells, and if Happy was completely honest he needed to air some of the shit that was mulling around in his head, and Jax was as good as person as anyone to talk to.
"I guess." Happy rubbed his hand over the back of his neck walking over to join Jax leaning against the desk. "She won't like this shit with Koz and with all this other shit.."
"They close?"
"Yeah. Three of us practically grew up together."
"You two go way back then?" Jax watched Happy's head snap up to meet his. "Ain't prying man." Happy again ran a hand over the back of his neck. He really needed to get his shit straight. Or he was going to lose it on the wrong person.
"I know man. Just not used to all this."
"Yeah. Shit we're going through at the moment is hard enough throw an ex into the mix well that just fucks shit up." Happy breathe of a laugh. His words so true. "Plus come on bro trying to fix a marriage in this environment ain't easy."
"Yeah tell me bout it." Happy accepted the cigarette Jax was offering.
"Clay told me bout the deal Darby offered, it's fucked up bro." Jax wasn't surprised that Happy remained silent, obviously he still didn't want to commit himself to an opinion on the matter just yet, but unbeknown to Happy he already. The moment he had told Jax to head back the clubhouse as he waited for Liv he had a suspicion, and the moment he heard Happy had gone MIA taking the girl with him he knew that Happy had made his choice. Even though Tig had voiced the opinion that maybe the killah had taken the girl away to finally get rid of her Jax didn't even consider it.
"This is your decision bro. But way i see it, girls like Liv don't come round often. If she was mine. I would do everything I could not to lose her again." Jax stood up clamping his hand on Happy's shoulder. "I have your back man, her's to. I'll stand with you on this."
Happy had already decided in his head that he was keeping her but hearing Jax's words If she was mine. I would do everything I could not to lose her again he realised that he wasn't just him that saw her, appreciated not only her beauty on the outside but on the inside as well.
He was lucky, and somewhat amazed that in the 9 years that they had been apart that someone else hadn't snapped her up tried to make her theirs because Jax was right girls like Liv didn't come along often especially in the MC world.
The life of an Old Lady wasn't the dream that the croweaters thought. It was a big fucking responsibility, one not to be taken lightly.
An Old Lady was the woman behind the man, the one who stood in the wings ready to support their man when needed, the woman who washed the blood off their clothes and cleaned their wounds no questions asked. A woman who understood that the Club came above everything.
Their were a few exceptions to the rule, some women who weren't privy to the ins and outs of the club, but that was not their doing that was their Old Man's choice. But those Old Ladies were few and far between and more often that not they never made it to the end of the year.
Liv was a good Old Lady, even at the start when she was still weary off the Club, what it stood for, what they did, she still supported him a 110%, accepting the love he had for the club and standing firmly by his side. She was loyal to him as he was to her.
And 9 years down the line her loyalty was still there I'm with you Hap those were her words, that was her committing herself to him again. And he wasn't going to betray that commitment and he sure as hell wasn't going to let another brother take her as theirs.
Opening the door to his dorm as quietly as he could, knowing full well that she would be asleep by he crept inside.
She was snuggled beneath the sheets, lying on her stomach, her blonde hair spread across the pillow.
Removing his boots, cut and remaining clothes he pulled back the covers and slid into the empty space beside her. His head resting on the pillow as he stared at her. She looked so peaceful, like she didn't have a care in the world. He'd forgotten how much he just liked to watch her.
When her eyes fluttered open revealing those beautiful deep green eyes that could lure him in every time he felt the burn inside him.
Even in her sleep she knew he was around. Feeling him beside her she opened her eyes. His face was so close to hers she could feel his breath tickling her face.
They stared at one another, no words spoken because no words were needed.
Something had happened tonight, it was clearly written all over his face. She knew he would tell her but she also knew that it wouldn't be now.
She leaned towards him kissing his lips softly. She was about to pull back but Happy stopped her, pulling her on top of him as his fingers entangled in her hair bringing her lips back to his for a brief before letting her go.
Normally he took charge in the bedroom, he liked it that way and she loved it, loved him taking control of her body, but there were occasions when she took the lead. And this was one of those occasions. Tonight had been tough on him and as his woman, his wife it was her responsibility to take care of him, and that was exactly what she was doing as she trailed kisses down his tattooed chest. She was taking care of her man the best way she knew how to.