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Fallon: End of an Era

Chapter Three

"Looks like everyone's friendly," Chibs commented as they walked away from the meeting.

"Things are moving fast. We're throwing a little party tonight at the studio. I want it packed. Porn stars, Diosa, friends, croweaters, and Gemma," Jax demanded.

"Aye, we'll make it happen," Chibs told him.

"Track down Connor. I need him there too," Jax added.

"Jax, that was T.O. on the phone. They found the Impala. It's at an apartment on Cranston," Tig said as he put his cell phone away in his pocket.

"That's Niner hood," Dru commented.

"Yeah, it is, and he didn't want to make a move until you cleared it with Tyler first."

Jax shook his head. "Don't worry about the Niners. Tell T.O. we're on our way," Jax said.

"You don't want to head home?" Bobby asked him.

"Bastards could be useful tonight. I might need T.O. owing me a favor." Jax turned towards Dru as he was putting his helmet on. "I'm assuming you don't want to be a part of this," he stated.

"You would be wrong," Dru told him. "I got out to help you."

"Yeah, and we're going to talk about how you got out," Jax said.

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Well, you're going to anyways," he quipped. "You owe me that much after taking yourself away from you after I just found you."

"Found me?" she shook her head. "Jax, I've always been here. You just hadn't noticed."

"And now I have." Jax took her face between his hands and lightly kissed her. "I'm not losing you again. You will tell me what I want to know." All Dru could do was nod to give her agreement. "Good. Now get on your bike and ride with me. But just to let you know, there will come a day when you will ride on the back of my Harley," he smirked.

Dru rolled her eyes. "In your dreams, Jackson Teller."

They had parked a block down the street from the apartment complex. As they walked up, Dru couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of discomfort. She hated being put in the middle of gang wars, and she knew one was brewing. She also knew that it would start as soon as Jax handed all gun business over to the blacks. Some people were just greedy racists. Why couldn't everyone just get along?

"What's up, T.O.?" Jax asked as he shook his hand.

"It's the corner unit. Girlfriend came out about ten minutes ago, had a smoke, and then went back inside. I'm not sure who else is inside," T.O. answered.

"It's a brand new Rover; little high end for this address."

A chill ran down Dru's back. Something wasn't right. "This isn't right. The Impala is out in plain sight where anyone can see it. No one is that fucking stupid," she told them.

"I don't like it either," Chibs muttered. "No East Dub."

"Flint would've given DuLain a heads up," Bobby said. "OG could have a crew just waiting for the door to kick open."

"Maybe," Jax remarked. "Anyone want to find out?"

"Not really," Dru replied while Chibs answered with, "Why not?"

"Oh, come on, Dru. You know you're wanting that adrenaline rush again," Tig told her.

"This is not an adrenaline rush," Dru snapped. "I'm thinking this through logically. That Impala would not just be sitting there."

"Well, obviously someone was not thinking whenever they parked it," T.O. retorted.

"Bullshit!" she snapped. "This is what I call a trap."

"Trap for what, for whom?"

"Listen, you dumb son of a bitch," Dru barked. "If whoever drives that car was the one to hit your guys then they're not just going to leave the car out for the world to see. Then again, that could be their angle seeing as how you're all gung-ho to go in there. If so, then it's a trap."

"Did you just call me a dumb son of a bitch?" T.O. asked as he began to bow up.

"You don't want to do that, man," Jax advised him.

"And why not? She's just a woman, and why are you letting her talk to me that way? Hell, seems to me as if she has some sort of control over you guys."

"She's not just any woman, T.O. She's my woman. She also knows how to handle herself. She's a Fallon," Jax warned.

T.O.'s eyes got as big as saucers. "Oh my God," he mumbled. "Drusilla Fallon?"

"That's right, cowboy. So, you can back the fuck up now, or face my wrath."

"And trust me, brother. You don't want to face her wrath," Tig informed T.O. as the black guy simply nodded his head in agreement.

"Well, what's it gonna be, Red?" Happy questioned her as they began to put silencers on their pistols.

Dru rolled her eyes. "How do I always get myself into these situations?" she shrugged. "Count me in," she told them as she bent over to get her piece from her boot.

They snuck in like an army of cat burglars. Happy played the leader with Dru following in behind. Jax didn't like it, but she hadn't given him much of a choice. She wasn't incompetent for Christ's sake. She had more training than all of them combined. And probably more dead bodies, but she wasn't telling them that.

They followed the music into a room in the back of the apartment. Jax gave Happy the okay to open the door. Dru became unsettled as she took in the scene before her. Hey, she wasn't one to be judgmental towards anyone, and they had been doing it behind closed doors, but Jesus Christ!

The woman noticed them right away and pulled a gun. She began shooting at them. Thank God, she was a horrible shot. Tig took one of the men down as the woman kept shooting. Dru aimed and fired her own pistol at the woman hitting her square in the neck. Happy got the man who had been sandwiched between the man and the woman.

Dru hadn't detected the man who had been recording the entire sexual act, but Jax had. The man turned around as he begged for them to wait. As soon as his back was turned, Jax opened fire.

"Oh, shit," T.O. muttered.

"We okay?" Jax questioned everyone.

"Yeah," Tig answered.

"What the hell?" Quinn asked as he came into the room.

"Go back out front and make sure no one heard the shots," Jax told him.

"We've got a problem," Dru told them. She had went over to the first body to check his ID. They had a major problem. "He's not East Dub. He's more like Piedmont Grace; an Assistant Pastor."

Jax sighed in frustration. "Check their ID's."

Tig and T.O. went to the other clothes to get their wallets. "Oh, Goddamn it," T.O. muttered. "White dude—another Assistant Pastor."

"Oh, boy. This here," Tig said pointing at the man groaning in the floor, "is Reverend Jonathan Haddem, Head Pastor at Piedmont Grace Center for God."

"And apparently women's lingerie," Dru cut in.

"The OG that killed my guys ain't here," T.O. said.

"We've got to clean this mess up," Bobby told them.

Dru knew that, but before she could take the initiative, Jax stepped up and aimed his pistol at the Reverend.

Dru kept on thinking how easy it had come to Jax to kill someone. He had no remorse now. Before, Dru could tell Jax felt guilty over the lives he had taken. But now, his soul was just as dead as the ones he had stolen. Dru could only wonder if he had enough humanity left in him to be saved. If anyone understood the important of that, it was her. She had struggled over the years to retain her mercy. The only thing that had kept her kind was Jax. Dru hoped that she was enough for Jax to keep his.

"Bobby, it's registered to the church," Quinn told him as he checked the papers on the vehicle.

"That's a serious congregation and a lot of dough," Bobby told Jax.

"It's all quiet in the projects," Happy announced.

"Quinn, wait till its dark then take West and Montez to get the bodies out of there," Jax said.

"Hey, burn them at Skeeter's," Chibs ordered.

"No, that's too much exposure," Jax shook his head. "Chigger Woods. Keep them shallow and marked."

"I'm sorry I led you guys to this," T.O. apologized. "Jax, may I speak with you?" Jax nodded and made his way to him out of the group. "My table is shrinking, man. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold the charter. We got to find this nigger who killed my crew. Maybe it'll give us some juice."

"I get it, bro. It's all good. We're gonna find your OG. We're not gonna let you fold," Jax assured him. "Hey, I might need a favor tonight."

"Yeah, whatever you need," T.O. nodded.

"Jax, I know what you're doing," Dru told him as they sat down in a booth at Scoops.

"And what's that?" Jax asked as he put a cigarette to his mouth.

"Goddamn it, this is serious!" she barked as she snatched the cigarette from him before he could light it.

Jax sighed. "Fine. You tell me what I'm up to and I'll tell you if you're right or not. In return, you tell me how the hell you managed to get out of prison with all those charges hanging over your head."

Dru rolled her eyes. She knew there'd be a catch. But if she were going to get answers, she'd have to make a deal. "Alright. You're going behind all the charters backs. You're twisting the alliances you've made to serve your own purpose. You finally made it out of the gun business like you always wanted, and now you're fucking with deeper stuff. What the hell is the matter with you?"

"I'm not fucking with anything, Dru."

"Oh, really? So, that sit down the Mayans and the Chinese wasn't your way of trapping them? You fed them a line of bullshit to make sure you could get close to them tonight. Why? Revenge?"

Jax stared at her. "I might have an idea as to who killed Tara."

Dru scoffed. "Revenge will not bring her back, Jackson. It'll only put you on a darker path, and you will never see the light of day again. Do you want that? Do you want your boys seeing you like that?"

"If I want revenge, Dru, I'll get it. I might not have been in love with Tara any longer, but she was the mother of my children. I can't allow them to get away with it. I can't have them believing I'm weak."

"Are you going to tell me who killed her?" Dru asked as she held her breath. Jax had no idea that Gemma was the one to do it, and Dru had to keep it that way.

"You'll find out later," Jax told her. "Now…you tell me how you got out of prison. Because I honestly thought I wouldn't see you again or be able to touch you," he reached out and caressed her face, "for thirty years."

Her skin tingled where he touched her. "Yeah, and by then I would have grey hair and wrinkles," she joked.

"You'd still be beautiful."

Dru smiled. She struggled with how much she should tell him. She wasn't just protecting herself, but also the people she had done work for. There were government agencies involved; some of them that technically didn't exist.

"I called in favors. Some very powerful people owed me. I simply cashed in one of my get out of jail free cards," she told him.

"Who are the powerful people, Dru?" Jax questioned.

"I can't tell you that, Jax," she shook her head.

"Yes, you can. Trust me."

"I do trust you. It's them I don't trust. If they find out that you know who they are, that could put you in jeopardy, and I can't have that happen," Dru said. "Some of them are people that don't exist on paper. They are thoughtfully placed throughout the world and they control the most important things in this world. They're gods."

Jax could only nod. He didn't figure she could tell him much, but what she had…it blew his mind that she had that much fire power behind her. In four years, she had climbed the proverbial ladder and made herself some formidable allies.

"Thank you for telling me that much," he told her.

Dru grinned. "You're welcome. I'm sorry I can't tell you more."

"But you're protecting me," he cut in. "And I appreciate that, Dru. But know this," Jax paused, "you can't always protect me. There will come a day when even you're not enough to keep me alive."

"Over my dead body, Jackson. They'll have to come through me first."

Jax nodded. "If it comes to that."