Hey everyone, well first of all thanks for all the lovely reviews for the last chapter, I really love hearing what you think, it inspires me so thankyou again. Anyway it's looking like there is only one more chapter to go after this. I will warn you now though I am away most of this weekend for a big wedding extravaganza, so my weekend is jammed packed. And the days after will probably be spent nursing a hangover. Which means the last chapter might take a little longer than a week which I have been trying to keep my updates to, but I do promise you I will make effort I can, not to take to long with the update. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter, happy reading.
Silver Lining
'I won't get left behind
when the walls come tumbling in
I'll keep climbing,
I'll keep climbing'
Devils Deal
After watching Happy leave Liv felt relieved. By the end of the day Happy would know everything and everything would be okay.
But Liv was wrong, nothing would be okay. Her day would go from bad to worse and by the end of the night someone would be left fighting for their life.
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Gemma strolled down the isles of the store, picking up various items and placing them in the shopping cart. Her mind wasn't fully on the task at hand though she was to busy watching the young girl in front of her.
Gemma just couldn't figure her out.
She had appeared from nowhere and had entered their world twice in very eventful ways. And both times bringing nothing but a whole lot of trouble with her, and therefore right onto the clubs doorstep.
Gemma had to admit if the situation were different she could actually like this girl, in fact if Gemma was really honest she would admit that the little tart actually reminded her a lot of herself when she was that age. Yes if the situation were different they could have been friends but it wasn't. Instead this girl was a threat to the club to her family, and if Gemma gave her all to anything it was protecting her family.
"Grab a crate of the Corona, and a crate of the Budweiser." Liv glanced back at Gemma before turning back to the fridge pulling out the crates Gemma had asked for.
Liv was still waiting, She knew that this little trip to the store wasn't just that, this little trip to the store was Gemma's turn to play her hand.
Clay had already played his and Liv knew it would be long before the Queen followed suit.
As she placed the last crate in the shopping cart Liv caught Gemma whispering something to Kyle before he walked away. Here we go.
"While your there grab a bottle of Vodka and some Whisky the good stuff." Liv nodded again and followed her orders. "So how are you and Happy doing?" Gemma questioned casually as she watched Liv place the last bottle of Whisky in the cart.
"Great." Liv answered looking up at Gemma.
"Must be hard."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well you've been apart for such a long time, and now your back and under such bad circumstances."
"And what circumstances would they be?"
"Jessica..." Gemma noticed the twitch of the little tarts jaw when mentioning the girls name, this girl was obviously a clear weakness to Liv. Moving on Gemma continued. "Felps, Darby seems you brought quite a bit of baggage with you sweetheart and my guess is that isn't all of it."
"And what about Clay we counting him as part of my baggage?" Liv didn't care any more. Ever since Clay had threatened her, all rules had gone out the window. Plus she was done.
Gemma smirked her hand resting on her cocked hip. Yes this girl defiantly had the same spunk Gemma had and still had. But Gemma did have one thing on her side. Experience.
"I don't know what you're talking about sweetheart." Liv laughed, was she for real? There was no way Gemma was not privy to the fact that Clay had threatened her. Walking round the cart and therefore closing the gap between herself and Gemma. Liv stood tall, well as tall as she could at 5'4 either way her head was held high.
"Don't act stupid Gemma it doesn't suit you."
"Well acting like a bitch seems to suit you sweetheart, and then again so does the role of tart."
"Tart?"
"Yeah tart." Gemma said bitterly as they edged even closer together. "I've met plenty of girls like you in my time Darlin'."
"And what kind of girl is that?"
"Power hungry." Liv eyes widened in complete shock. "Happy isn't enough for you, isn't high enough that's why you're pushing up on my son..."
Jesus Christ. Liv shook her head. She knew exactly what Gemma was referring to, it was that day she tried to escape out of the window in Happys dorm room, the day she fell on her ass and Jax had helped her, the day she had tried to comfort her son through his grief. The fact that Gemma was standing in front of her throwing that back in her face, angered her. "Is that what this is all about, because you think I was trying to push up on your son?"
"No this is about you threatening this club." Gemma snapped. She to had had enough. Standing toe to toe with the girl, both hands on her hips. Gemma stood over her threateningly. Her next words spoken quietly and calmly but at the same time said with a hint of disgust. "You have made this club vulnerable, put my boys lives on the line and I will not stand by and watch that happen. I will protect those boys until I'm dead and buried sweetheart."
"Look I told Hap that I would go ahead with this Darby deal long before Clay threatened me but he said no, twice actually in fact the second time he warned me not to bring it up again...I want to help this club to I really do, but at the same time Hap is my Old man, not Clay and not you and I have to respect his wishes because that's what a good Old Lady does. Which is probably the reason were having this conversation, because you're standing by your Old Man. You both want to protect this club your family and I respect that admire it actually but I will not be threatened like this. And if you and Clay don't like that then I suggest you both take it up with Happy because if this continues then I will involve him." Knowing that she had said enough Liv increased the distance between the two of them. "I'll be outside." Liv moved past Gemma and made her way outside as quickly as she could.
Gemma stood there in shock and a little impressed.
"Where's she going?" Kyle asked as he watched Liv disappear out of the store.
"She just needed some air."
"Maybe I should go and keep her company." He said suggestively. Snapping her head from the doors she glared at Kyle who was still looking in the direction Liv had left in.
"Not a good idea." Gemma grabbed his cut, gaining his attention. "She's off limits so keep your hands of you understand me."
"Yeah...yeah.." Gemma nodded and continued with her shopping leaving a rather confused Kyle standing in the isle.
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Clay led the way, his brothers following closely as they approached the Cabin, guns drawn. They were not sure what they were about to be walking into.
Using his foot Clay edged the front door open. Stepping inside, Happy flanking his right and Jax on his left they found the entrance to be empty but as they cautiously stepped down the hall towards the main living space they all stopped dead in their tracks.
In the middle of the living space 10, what they presumed were bodies, lay on the floor encased by polythene. Blood spattered over the room. The Mayans had obviously handled business.
"Alvarez." Clay spoke out as his eyes searched the room for the Mayan President, lowering his gun slightly.
Seconds later the man Clay was looking for stepped into view.
"Clay." They exchanged looks but neither one extending out their hand to the other. They may be fighting on the same side for now but their history their hatred for one another couldn't be brushed aside and forgotten. "Glad you could finally join us ese."
"Looks like we missed one hell of a party. But we're here now." Clay smirked before looking to his right. Cocking his head towards the dead bodies, Happy nodded and stepped over to assist the Mayans with the clean up. "So is this all of them?" Clay asked Alvarez.
"You should follow me." Alvarez told him as he started to make his way out of his, only stopping when he saw Jax following him along with Clay. "Just Clay."
"No way." Jax refused shaking his head. Not matter what his personal feelings were towards Clay right now he wasn't about to let him walk into something that may be a trap.
But Clay had other ideas. Turning to look at Jax he raised his hand stopping Jax from moving any further.
"It's al'right son." Again Jax shook his head disagreeing but he didn't attempt to follow Clay. Instead he turned his attention back to his brothers as he started dishing out orders.
Clay stepped inside the room Alvarez had led him to. The walls were littered with various pictures, some of Sons some of Mayans, and some of friends and family of each club. This was obviously the headquarters.
"So what's this about?" Clay asked as he tore his eyes away from the wall.
"Were missing one. The President, leader not sure what he calls himself."
"Well considering you handled all this the Sons will take care of him."
"Okay ese."
"Something tells me that there is something else." Alvarez nodded and slid a folder onto the table in front him. With a quick look at the folder then back at Alvarez. Clay stepped closer to the table and picked up the folder looking at it's contents. He took a second to make sure he was reading the information correctly before his eyes returned to the Mayan President. "I'm guessing there was a folder here with your name on it to?"
"Yes. He's lying side by side with his friends." Clay smirked.
"He give you anything?"
"A name. Colt Buford."
"Okay considered it handled." Clay closed the folder and raised it. "Considered it all handled."
"Good. So I guess after this we go back to business as normal."
"Mayans and Sons back on opposite sides." Clay smirked.
"I'll leave a couple of guys here help with clean-up." Clay nodded. Alvarez walked up to Clay extending his hand. Clay hesitated for a minute before accepting his hand.
Watching the Mayan cut disappear out of the door Clay couldn't believe that they had actually worked together, it was something he never thought he would see happen in his rein as President anyway.
Returning his eyes back to the wall Clay scanned over the pictures, his grip tightening on the folder as he stared at photographs of his family that had obviously been taken from inside by none other the piece of shit rat that he had let into his club.
Clay could feel his anger flaring. He wanted to put a bullet in the assholes head right now, and could feel his legs already carrying him out the room, but then something caught his eye stopping his feet from moving any further expect towards the thing that had caught his attention.
Pinned to the wall were several pictures of none over than Darby's right hand. Plucking one picture off the wall Clay looked at it hard as he tried to figure out exactly how Danny Jenkins fit into all this.
Tucking the folder into the inside pocket of his cut Clay stepped back into the main room. Jax making a beeline for his President.
"What did Alvarez want?" Jax asked eagerly.
"Nothing just reminding me that it's back to business as normal."
"Right."
"You got this handled?"
"Yeah. You going somewhere?"
"To see Unser want to have a little chat about what when down this morning."
"Al'right man."
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Liv lay on Happy's bed a cigarette in one hand and Happy's secret stash of Patron sitting on the nightstand.
When she had returned from the very eventful trip to the store with Gemma, Liv had tried to keep herself occupied. Gemma hadn't said a word to her on the drive back and her silent treatment scared her more. She would rather have Gemma scream in her face at least that way she would know what was going on inside that scheming head of hers. The deadly well it was just damn terrifying.
So to keep her nerves at bay and to pass the time until Happy came back Liv threw herself into cleaning up the destruction that asshole Agent had created.
It had taken her two hours but finally the room was back to normal if not better.
So with nothing else to do Liv decided to try and relax hence the Patron and the cigarette.
"Oh sorry Ma'am ..I..." Shooting up Liv saw a nervous prospect standing in the doorway with a door. "I just come to fix this but if y'all want I can do it..."
"No..no it's fine you can do it now." She waved him inside as she leant over and stubbed out her cigarette. "It's Davie right?" Liv asked as she walked over to him.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Your accent it's cute where about are you from?"
"Alabama Ma'am home grown."
"Thought so. You okay with that anything I can do."
"Nah it's okay. But thanks."
"Okay. I'll leave you to it then." Turning away from him, Liv strolled back over to the bed placing her earphones in her ears and grabbing her drawing pad.
Davie worked in silence as he fitted the new door. When he was done he took a second to look over his handy work. Impressed by his own handy work he turned back to Liv to tell he was all done, but she was completely oblivious to him. She was bobbing her head along to whatever song she was listening to. It made him smile as he walked over to her. He was about to nudge her when he saw the picture she was still busy drawing.
It was a picture of Happy, it was side on view of him leaning against a wall. His chest was bare (apart from the tattoos she had drawn) and his jeans hung low. A cigarette in between his fingers. It looked so real and he could imagine just how good it would look when she was finished. And the fact that she was drawing the picture from memory was amazing. It just showed how well she knew Happy and not just personally but physically. It became clear to him that she wasn't just some piece of pussy like he had heard some of the Sons refer to her as. She was someone special, she had to be if Happy had kept her around long enough for her to be able to draw him like that.
"Hey Perv." Davie jumped as his eyes shot over to the door where Kozik and Lip were standing. Kozik's shouts hadn't only made Davie jump, but Liv to. And as she removed her earphones she realised that Davie was standing over her. "What the fuck you doin prospect?"
"Nothing I was..." Kozik looked over to Lip.
"Get him out of here." Lip smirked, he was more than happy to get rid of the little shit.
"Liv." Lip winked as he grabbed Davie by the arm and lead him out the room.
"That was weird." Liv remarked as she close her pad and placed it next to her.
"Well you do seem to attract them." Liv smiled sarcastically as Kozik took a seat on the bed with her.
"Don't i just." She leant over and hugged him tightly. "I'm glad your out."
"Me to sweetheart." He replied as he pulled away from her but not before he dropped a kiss onto her head. "The food sucked."
"I bet. Well I can't help you with the food but I can help..." She leant back and grabbed the bottle of Patron off the nightstand. "With this."
"You know me so well Darlin'." He took the bottle from her and took a big swig.
"Yeah unfortunately for me." She teased.
"Sweetheart you can deny it as much as you want, but you know you love me. And we both know Hap is just a cover so you can get closer to me."
"Believe want you want Romeo." She replied with a roll of her eyes. Kozik watched her lean back and grab her cigarettes, offering him one which he accepted.
"You al'right." Liv shrugged as she grabbed the bottle back off him and took a drink. "So Lockdown should be over by tomorrow."
"You serious?" Kozik nodded. "Thankgod."
"So you planning on leaving after this then?"
"Yeap."
"With Hap?"
"I want to but we'll see. I'm with him Koz I am really, but I can't stay here, in this clubhouse with everyone I just can't."
"Something happened?" Liv could see the concern in his eyes and she loved that he cared for her. He was such a good friend to her and Happy, he was one of the few people who knew their past one of the few people who were a part of her and Happy's life, and sometimes that made it easier.
"Look Koz I appreciate your concern but this is something I have to discuss with Happy first. You understand right?" Kozik placed a hand on her knee.
"I get it. But if you chang..."
"You'll be the first person I come to."
"You better. So if you ain't gonna talk to me can you at least drink with me?"
"Now that I can do." She answered with a big grin on her face as she handed him back the bottle. Yes sometimes the old friendships really were the easiest.
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Clay sat in the kitchen of Danny's home. He had picked the lock on the back door and let himself in. He had been waiting for nearly 3 hours and was just about to give up when he heard a car pull into the driveway.
Danny threw his keys into the bowl by the front door and placed his gun beside the bowl as he continued into the living room he was careful to watch his step. Danny wasn't exactly one for cleanliness that was normally Jessica's department. But she wasn't here any more. And with that thought he needed something strong to drink.
Walking into the kitchen he went over to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of Whisky off the top. He was taking a swig from the bottle when he turned around and saw Clay sitting at his kitchen table. Choking on the drink he pulled the bottle away from his lips, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.
"Sorry didn't mean to scare ya."
"Yeah I bet." Clay smirked as he motioned for Danny to take a seat. Danny hesitated for a moment. He knew Clay was a sneaky bastard and the fact that he had broken into his house and was sitting at his kitchen table just waiting for him then Danny knew Clay was here to offer something. Because if he was here to threaten then Danny would have probably been greeted with a knife to his throat or a gun pressed to his head. Intrigued by what the Samcro President might have to say Danny took the seat Clay was motioning to. "You want some?" Danny asked offering the bottle to Clay who waved his hand declining the offer. Shrugging Danny took a swig. "So what do I owe the pleasure." Clay pulled out the picture of Danny outside Deuces that he had snagged from the cabin. Danny picked up the picture. "What's this you're following me now Clay?"
"I never took it. Colt Buford did." Clay saw the recognition of the man's name in Danny's eyes. "I know your working with him or rather you were."
"Were?" Danny asked taking another swig from the bottle.
"Samcro and The Mayans took out the Bandits." Danny lent back in his chair. If Clay was telling the truth which Danny was pretty sure he was, then he was pissed. "Now I want to know why your picture was on their wall what is Darby's right hand doing sniffing around another club. Does Darby know that you're branching out..." Clay mirrored Danny's and lent back in his chair his arms folding across his chest. "I take your silence as no. I wonder how he would feel bout that?"
"What do you want Clay?"
"I want to know what your deal was, I take it there was a deal."
"Yeah there was a deal." Clay motioned him to continue. Danny took another large swig from the bottle. He had no choice but to tell Clay the truth he just knew exactly how he was going to react when he told him. He could see Clay's gun beneath his cut, Danny's gun was still in the living room. He would never make there alive. So with one more swig of the Whisky for Dutch courage Danny started to explain.
"I didn't like that Darby was using what happened with Jessica to get you on side. I wanted retaliation. Some sort vengeance, but Darby wasn't having any of it. Said we needed Samcro. Which is bullshit, no offence." Clay shrugged at the obvious sarcasm. "Anyway this guy Colt he approached me handed the guy who shot up my girl to me on plate, he let me get my revenge, and then he sweetened the deal He offered me something."
"And what was that?"
"That tattooed bastard and his girl. Even offered to throw in the VP just for good measure."
Clay had only heard one thing, one thing that caught his attention. Danny wanted the girl. That was very interesting and it could work in his favour.
"Okay well how about I make you a counter offer." Danny was shocked this hadn't been what he had expected, but again he was intrigued.
"I'm listening."
"I'll give you the girl in exchange for Colt Buford."
"I thought you said he was dead." Clay furrowed his brows.
"I don't think I said that, did I?" Clay leant on the table. "Now my boys are off the table I ain't handing over any of my brothers but the girl is all yours, to do with her what you wish. All you have to do is bring me Buford. And i'll keep quiet about your extra curricular activities from Darby."
"How are we supposed to do this?"
"Well luckily for you I have that all figured out, but I'll need your help."
"Okay lets talk details."
"I'll take that drink now."