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I've been trying to write this story as quickly as possible. I'm only into 7x02 right now. I'm struggling to keep up as the new episodes are coming out. It's hard work though considering I have other things on my plate, and a lot of other things on my mind.
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Fallon: End of an Era
Chapter Four
Dru was standing at the bar watching dozens of half-naked girls dance. She was completely disgusted. How could a woman be okay with flashing her body like that? Did they have no honor, no self-esteem? Dru shrugged. She'd always heard that most strippers and porn stars had daddy issues.
She was strictly there as Jax's support system. She refused to be pulled into the game that Jax was playing. Although she had a feeling she was going to be forced into it sooner rather than later. Dru had good gut instincts, and her instincts were telling her that the sooner would be tonight. But she would not allow Jax to go down this path alone. She would be with him till the end.
"You have the leverage here, brother," Chibs told Connor.
"Look, you don't agree to sell Lin the hardware until you find out who his buyers are and when they're hitting the street. That's a request you'd make of anyone," Jax said.
"Listen, just get us that intel. After that, you're not part of this."
"Did you clear all this with Marks?" Connor asked.
"August is in New York. He'll be back in a few days. We'll bring him up to speed," Jax assured him.
"It's a win-win," Dru rang in.
"I like my wins one at a time," Connor replied.
They noticed that the Chinese had shown up. It was go time.
"Are we doing this or not?" Dru questioned them as she felt herself tense.
Lin walked right up to Jax and shook his hand. Dru kept her eyes on Gemma. She knew what was to happen next.
"You remember Connor Malone?" Jax asked him.
"Yeah," Lin replied shaking Connor's hand. He introduced his uncle's number two.
"Circumstances are a little less daunting from the last time we met, wouldn't you say so?" Connor said.
"Hopefully a little less bloody too," Ryu Tom added.
"That's right. No more blood," Jax cut in. "Come on. Let's sit down and we'll get you some drinks."
Dru watched as Gemma walked away from the young Chinese kid. She couldn't believe that Gemma would sacrifice him for her safety. Then again, nothing really surprised Dru about Gemma nowadays…and nothing surprised her about herself either. After all, she was going along with it to protect Gemma. And herself.
She had already been down that dark road, and the road to redemption is sometimes messy. If you even made it out to the other side. She had seen it hundreds of times. The only thing that kept her human was Jax. The only thing holding Jax together right now was the promise of revenge. She would like to think that she had something to do with it too.
She caught Jax walking up to T.O. 'And here comes the favor,' Dru thought while dread filled her body. She knew what came next.
Dru took the call that would start the beginning of the end. She had feared for the call to come through, but she had volunteered to sit by the phone insisting that she just wanted to be away from the free pussy for a minute. In all reality, she was thinking over the deaths that she had caused the past four years. She had taken a lot of lives, but the one that haunted her most was Eli Roosevelt's.
She walked up to Jax and supplied him with the news that he had been delivered.
Dru observed Jax at his most vicious as he poured salt into the kid's open wounds. Even she could never own up to being this ferocious. She admitted to torturing many of her victims before she killed them, but they had been ones who deserved the sharpest agony of their death.
And then came the final blow—the meat carving fork right into the top of the head.
Immediately, she was taken back…
Dru came in just as Roosevelt was putting the call out to report Tara's murder. She couldn't allow Gemma to take the fall. Before she could think twice about it she drew her pistol and shot Roosevelt twice in the back at point blank range. She watched as his body fell to the floor beside where Gemma was huddled against the wall.
Dru took one look at Gemma and noticed the panic that was quickly setting in. She dropped to the floor herself and grabbed Gemma's hand intending to give her comfort. Instead, Gemma had other ideas. The Queen hugged her as tight as she could and whispered "I'm so sorry" repeatedly.
The Princess of SAMCRO simply held on and quietly shushed her.
The next day, Dru woke up in her hotel room. The nightmares had made a social call. It'd been awhile since they had visited. But seeing someone you love stab someone in the head with a meat carving fork could set the nightmares off into a tailspin. And what a doozy they were. Most of them had been memories. The rest had been hallucinations; visions of Gemma or herself being the ones Jax stabbed in the head with a meat carving fork. No, she had nothing to do with Gemma murdering Tara, but she did cover it up for the Queen.
She moved around the room looking for the coffee pot. It was time for the nectar of the gods to enter her body so she could at least halfway function this early. She glanced at the clock. 9:09 am. 'Shit. I'm supposed to meet Jax at ten o'clock,' Dru thought. She definitely didn't have the time to make coffee. Looks like it was going to be a quick shower, change of clothes, and her luscious red locks pulled back into a braid. But she was going to get a cup of coffee on the way.
"Keep West and Montez with my family," Jax told Chibs. "But everyone else."
"Of course, brother," Chibs agreed patting him on the back.
Dru walked up as they had finished their conversation. As soon as Bobby and Chibs left the scene, she ended up setting herself at Jax's side. "Are you sure you wanna go through with this? Once you do this, there's no turning back. Alliances will eventually get severed, and you can't survive without them."
"Maybe I can't, but the club will. We're legal now. There's nothing standing in the way of SAMCRO living on for years to come," Jax explained.
"And if you die, who's going to run it?" Dru asked him.
"Well, Chibs is the Vice President, so he's next in line," he said. "Then there's you who keeps everyone in line. I'm sure between you, Chibs, and Bobby everything will turn out the way it's supposed to."
"Well, guess what, Mr. Optimist. I won't be there if you're not. How many times must I tell you that?"
"You can't live for me, Dru. You have to think about the club too."
"I do think about the club. It was my father's legacy. But you're my best friend. You're my soul. You're the one that kept my humanity intact when I thought I was no longer capable of it. You're the one I have to protect more than any other," Dru enlightened him.
"Well…" Jax smirked. "I guess being protected by a very hot little redhead isn't all that bad."
He swaggered up to her and kissed her. Dru quickly reciprocated and felt his tongue lightly lick across her bottom lip. She opened and met his tongue with her own. To be playful, she casually nibbled on his lips. She heard him groan, and in return, she felt herself getting wet. She had to end this now. They had stuff to do.
"Goddamn," Jax whispered after Dru nudged him away. "You sure know how to make me forget about the important shit we've got to do."
Dru leered. "It keeps you on your toes."
"Well, this is a new development," August remarked walking up to the couple.
"August," Jax said in welcome shaking his hand.
"Jackson. Drusilla."
Dru rolled her eyes at hearing her full name fall from August's lips.
"Nero set up the meet. I pitched the idea to Lin and he liked it," Jax told him.
"And the Irish can feel the orders?" August questioned.
"Yeah, it's just some AK's and mods," Dru cut in.
"When he goes to Lin's buyers down south, a few triad sets runs heroin in the IE," Jax explained.
"You trust that'll satisfy his need for retribution?" August asked.
"It's a start. Plus, that's brown and yellow wrapping their head around you being gun king."
"That's good. Smart, Jackson."
"It's just survival, man," Jax said.
"Yes, it is," August agreed. There was a long pause between the two. "Any word on what happened to your wife?"
"Nothing yet," Jax shook his head.
"Whatever we find out, and I promise we'll find out the truth. You need to understand that the revenge can't land on the street right now. Same way it strikes back on the Mayans for what happened in the junkyard," August clarified. "You kick off a street war, we might sell a few more guns to the locals, but all that heat, it crushes our expense. The greatest lesson Mr. Pope taught me was patience, in business or the street. It doesn't matter. If your emotions say now, your head's got to say later. Clarity settles all scores and pays back all debts."
Jax nodded. "Understood. When I find out who killed my wife, I won't do a thing until the time is right."
They shook hands on it and then August came over to give her a hug. "It was good to see you again, Drusilla. Always a pleasure," he told her.
Dru rolled her eyes. "You just like hugging me so you can grope my ass, August."
"Did you just touch my old lady's ass?" Jax snapped.
"He's done it for years, Jackson. Calm down."
"Old lady, Jackson? That the way of it now?" August questioned him in a snarky tone.
"August," Dru reprimanded him. "Leave it alone. We know what we're doing."
August nodded. "I'll be calling you, Drusilla." Then he walked away.
Bobby and Chibs joined them once again. "You going to tell me what that was about?" Jax asked her.
Dru sighed. "You know how I said that I work sometimes for favors owed to me?"
"Yeah," Jax muttered.
"Whenever August wants something, I always follow through. He's got miles and miles of networking. You'd be surprised how much that has helped me the last few years."
"So, he'll call you later, tell you to do something or find something out, and then he'll owe you favor," Bobby summed it up.
"Pretty much," Dru nodded. "That's the way I work."
"But I doubt that's the only way you work."
Dru scoffed. "No, Uncle Bobby, it's not."
"Come on, guys. We've got to go meet Jury," Jax told them.
They pulled up to an old food produce market. Dru wasn't one-hundred percent certain she wanted to be involved with this. She knew where all this was headed, and she believed that it would end in Jax's death. If that be so, Dru was fully prepared to stand in Jax's steed.
Dru was the first person Jury seen. He smiled real big and came up to give her a hug. "Drusilla Fallon. I didn't think I'd see you again."
"Don't ever expect the predictable from me, Jury. You should know better than that," Dru joked.
Jury chuckled. "Well, you are a Fallon."
"Exactly," she smiled.
Jury hugged Jax next. "It's good to see you. I know how deep this is for you, brother. Indians Hills has got your back. What happened to Tara…that shit should never have happened. I'm sorry."
"Yeah. Thank you," Jax muttered.
"I just need to let my crew know what else you're gonna need from us," Jury told him. "We've been doing some muling for the Vegas triads into Mexico."
"Look, Jury, striking back at the Chinese is Redwood's war. If you're worried about blowback—"
"I'm here to help, Jax," Jury cut in. "I just need to go the game plan."
"We're going to unravel Lin," Dru said. "Take apart his business. Fracture all his relationships. But for now, no one can know it's us."
"August Marks doesn't want us to trip up his gun expansion with some street war. He cannot know that we're the ones who got Lin," Chibs added.
"Black is not an enemy that we want right now," Bobby finished.
"It's ambitious," Jury told them. "Where does it end?"
"I'm gonna wait till Lin is vulnerable; out of allies. Then I'm gonna reach out and offer him a helping hand. Once I'm inside and got his total trust, I'm gonna let him know that I was the one who ruined him. Then I'm gonna look around his table, at his men and his family, ask him who he wants spared. First person he points to that's who I'm killing. Then everyone else he cares about. I'm gonna let him live in the agony of that for a little while, and then I'm gonna end him. As slowly and as painfully as possible," Jax described.
"I understand your personal need here, son. The level of payback you're talking about pulls the club in a very different direction. The last time I heard you share your vision, you were talking about cutting the ties to the things that were killing us," Jury told him.
"I don't have a vision anymore," Jax assured. "All I see is what's right in front of me."
"Is this the local muscle?" Chibs asked as two guys got out of a black Dodge.
"Yeah," Jury nodded.
"Where did you find them?"
"From one of my whores. We can trust them," Jury guaranteed.
"Get a twenty on Tig," Jax told Dru after Jury walked away.
"I'm not his fucking keeper," she muttered.
"No lip, Dru."
She rolled her eyes and turned around to make the phone call.
"Hey, Red," Tig greeted her over the phone. "Lin's truck just pulled down a private road at a local farm. It's too risky to follow. There's no other way in or out."
"Where are you?" she asked him.
"Where are we? County 201."
Dru heard someone in the background. She assumed it was Rat Boy. There was some shuffling around and then, "Lower McCall is the closest cross street. It's about two miles east."
"Did you get that?" Tig questioned.
"Yeah. Stay out of sight. We're on our way." She hung up the phone and relayed the information to Jax.
"Let's do it," Jax nodded.
It was an absolute bloodbath. There were bodies everywhere. Dru had contributed to the kills. All of this was happening because Gemma decided to put Tara's murder onto the Chinese.
She seen Jax take off towards the truck. Next thing she knew her feet was taking off under her and jumping into the truck. She then felt another body land in the bed with her. She looked over to find Chibs there too.
Jax was driving like a damn maniac trying to catch up with the delivery truck that was being driven by the one who got away with the suitcase.
Chibs was the one who was taking shots at the truck. She noticed that the only thing he managed to hit was the window. "Goddamn it, Chibs! Fucking hit something!"
"I'm trying!" he yelled back at her.
About that time Chibs went flying over the side of the truck. "Chibs!" Jax shouted.
"Just keep going!" he told him.
"I've got you," Dru assured him as she grabbed onto his arm pulling him back into the truck.
"Dru! Chibs! Get down!" Jax ordered.
She didn't have to be told twice. About that time, Jax had managed to bump up against the truck and turn it over.
"Nice driving, asshole," Dru complimented as she bailed out.
"Thanks, darling," Jax said.
"Oy!" Chibs yelled at the Chinese man as he was trying to crawl away from the wreckage. He pulled up his pistol.
"I got this, Chibs," Dru told him as she pulled her own out. She centered on the back of his leg and got him right where she wanted him. It brought him to a sudden stop.
They walked up watching as the man was wiggling around on the ground. Jax grabbed the suitcase that the man was willing to give his life for and gave it over to Chibs.
Chibs shot it open. "Oh, shit," he remarked. Dru looked over to find four blocks of heroin inside.
"That's Lin's?" Jax questioned him.
"He asked you a question," Dru told him as she put her boot into the gunshot wound she left him on his leg.
"Yes," the man groaned. "The triads trade their weapons for heroin."
Dru kept pressure on his leg as Jax pulled out his pistol and shot him in the head.
"Take it," Jax said.
"Don't mind if I do," Chibs stated.
"We should call Barosky," Jax told Bobby as everyone loaded the weapons into the vehicles. "Tell him we need some storage for the hardware."
"At the docks?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah. Somewhere where those guys can keep an eye on it."
"What about the smack?" Jury questioned.
"We weren't expecting the drugs. Store it with the guns for now. I've got a couple of ideas as to what to do with it," Jax answered.
"Like 50/50 with Indian Hills?" Dru cut in with a smirk.
Jax looked at Jury. "You good with that?"
"Yeah," Jury nodded.
They all hugged and shook hands then dispersed. The black Dodge that held the two strangers in it pulled up. Dru saw Jax walking up to it. "Oh, no," she muttered.