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Fallon: End of an Era
"Wow," Tig exclaimed. "Did you know that Kiki offered a mint flavored blowjob?"
"We're looking for outstanding balances, dickhead," Jax told him as he went over one of the books himself.
"The Sheriffs took all of the client books," Dru announced as she was going through the receptionist's office.
Jax scoffed. "The wives are gonna love getting that call."
Chibs ended the call he was on and quickly got Jax's attention. "Okay, the meeting is all set with Leland. Meet with the AB at noon at County Road 6 out by your favorite farm—Mr. Gerber."
"Why don't you check in with Jarry," Jax said. "We'll see what's pressing with Tyler."
"Did he say why he wanted T.O. there?" Chibs questioned.
"I'm guessing it's a black thing," Jax mocked.
"What's a black thing?" Nero asked as he came in to Diosa with a large cup of coffee in his hands.
They were surprised by his presence, especially Dru. She knew that Nero hadn't liked choosing sides. It had put him a precarious situation. Dru knew it was only a matter of time before the Mayans came looking for answers from him. The Chinese and the Mayans were tight. Nero had aligned himself with the two. By choosing Jax, and Dru acknowledged that's exactly what he did, he had started a shit storm. She could only hope that Nero didn't pay a hefty price.
"Tyler needs to connect with us and the Bastards," Jax answered.
"About Marks?" Nero asked.
"That would be the black thing," Jax paused. "Morning."
"Oh, sorry. Morning. Morning, guys," Nero stuttered.
Dru's face softened with sympathy. This place had him all out of sorts. No wonder though. He treated the girls like family and he'd lost every one of them.
"What are we gonna do here, hermano?"
"We'll clean it up. Hire new girls," Jax told him.
"You really think people will wanna come back here?"
"Oh, come on, guys love pussy, brah. I mean, we could've left the bodies in the floor and they'd still come back," Tig piped in. Everyone gave him a strange look. "Too soon?"
Dru came up behind him and slapped him in the back of the head as hard as she could. "Ow!" he shouted. She hoped he seen stars.
"What did you and Nero talk about?" Dru asked. She had watched Nero somberly leave. It must be killing him to know that a massacre occurred at his place of business.
Jax shrugged. "I asked him about his crew, about his alliances."
"You know that Alvarez is gonna come after him eventually," she told him. "He betrayed brown. It's a hell of an offense when you betray your own color."
"Alvarez has too much respect for Nero."
"It doesn't matter," Dru shook her head. "There's a war about to explode onto the streets. He can't afford to look weak no matter how much respect he has for Nero."
He sighed. "Then I don't know which way it's gonna go for Nero. I did tell him that we had his back."
"Then you keep that promise, Jackson," she told him.
Jax chuckled. "I also told him that I was kind of obligated since he might be my step-daddy one day."
Her eyes widened. "You didn't!"
"I did," he nodded with another chuckle. He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He suddenly got serious again. "Are we gonna talk about what happened last night?"
"Which part?" she questioned.
Jax smirked. "You know which part."
Dru smiled guiltily. "Didn't we already have the awkward morning after?"
"I wouldn't call it awkward considering I rocked your world again this morning after the three times we did it during the night."
She grimaced. "No wonder I'm hurting in parts I didn't think I could hurt from."
"Then I did my job correctly," he said with a cat ate the canary grin on his face.
"And then some," she muttered as he began feeling her up once again. Dru quickly slapped his hands away. "No. No. Not right now. We've gotta meet up with Tyler back at TM. We don't have time. Plus, we're in the middle of a murder scene. It's not exactly the sexiest of places."
Jax furrowed his brow. "I forgot we were still at Diosa."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna take that as a compliment…I think."
Before they had the chance to leave, Dru's phone chimed. She had a text message. It was from one of her street contacts. One who is more important than most.
Marks is going to clean up the Sons mess. He's out for blood.
Her own blood ran cold.
She turned to Jax who had stopped the process of putting on his helmet. He noticed how pale she had gone.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"August knows everything," she whispered. "I told you not to do this, but you didn't wanna listen. Now we'll all pay."
"What are you talking about, Dru?"
"He knows everything, Jackson!" she snapped. "He knows what Lin knows. He knows about the Chinese heroin being hijacked by us, so I'm sure he knows that we're well on our way to beginning a war too. I told you not to go down this path!"
"If you don't wanna be involved, Dru, just tell me now," he said.
"It's not that simple!" she seethed. "I'm already involved. I offered my services to August, so that I could get inside information."
"Was that what you were doing that day at the meet?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I was doing. Plus, I've always liked August as a person, but not as Pope's replacement," Dru explained. "I'm sure he's figured out what I'm doing now too."
"You're safe, Dru. You have too many people wanting to keep you alive. You said so yourself," Tig cut in.
"Yes, I do, and August knows that. But that doesn't mean that I won't have to pay back a debt. In my line of work, I do not choose sides. I play every side. I have to. It's the only way to survive in my world. You get a job and you take the money for the job. It doesn't matter which side the job comes from. You just do it. Less drama and you keep your life. I've played the game for far too long."
"What do you mean August knows about the people wanting to keep you alive?" Chibs asked.
Dru sighed. "Cause he has powerful connections. Not as powerful as mine, but they're all on the same side. He knows what circles I run in."
"And what circles are those, Dru?" Jax probed.
She swallowed. "The government. Agencies that exist on paper and then some that doesn't."
Jax began putting two and two together. "Dru, who was it that got you out of prison?"
She looked at him with pain-filled eyes. She hadn't wanted to admit this much ever. He could tell that from her luscious green eyes.
"The U.S. Attorney General and the Secretary of Defense," she softly said.
"He talked to all of us—Niners, East Dub. August knows what Lin knows. He can't prove it, but he's setting up to cut you out," Tyler told him.
"And by cut me out?" Jax questioned after licking the paper to roll up his joint.
"He's gonna kill all you white boys," Tyler replied.
"You're gonna have to let him know that's not part of my plan."
"Yeah, I'm gonna let you deliver that message."
Jax smirked as Dru piped up asking, "So, what's his play?"
"On the streets? He's gonna take out your support—the Bastards. He's gonna use East Dub," Tyler answered.
"Why not the Niners?" Jax probed.
"My guess is he's saving us to take you on. And if that happens, brother, we better know which way to jump."
"The wheelchair bit is still in the VA. He's running point for East Dub now," Tig said.
"The bitch that took out three of your guys, DuLane—"
"That shit ain't gonna happen, man," the Bastards V.P. spoke up.
"Where's DuLane at now?" Jax asked him.
"That's not my haunt, man," Tyler responded.
"It is now, brother," Jax nodded. "You wanna know which way we jump—fast and forward."
"I hope you got a plan," the black man told him.
"I got guns and man power."
"That's a plan. I'll track down DuLane, but you gotta take it from there."
"We will," Jax told him.
Dru watched as Tyler left, and then Jax pulled T.O. aside to speak to him. She hadn't yet told Jax that she had received a phone call from August an hour ago telling her to meet him at one of his construction sites. She knew meeting him would be tricky, especially with her being involved with the Sons. Tyler hadn't needed to come here to tell them that August suspected everything. Dru had already warned them of that. But her participation in said 'everything' would make her encounter with Marks that much riskier.
She didn't know what she was going to do yet. Dru acknowledged that not meeting him would set her up for a messy future. Then again, meeting him set her up to be sliced and diced. If August suspects anything, he could take her for leverage against the club, and she couldn't allow that to happen. She wouldn't.
"Does Jarry know who?" Jax questioned.
"No, just that the pressure is coming from Oakland City Council," Chibs told him.
"It's August," Dru muttered.
"You really think Lin would turn?" Bobby asked.
"After what we just did to him?" Jax smirked.
"Marks has that kind of pull?" T.O. probed.
"That and more," Dru nodded. "He has Pope's weight, which granted is a lot, but he still has to prove himself."
"Well, how do we stop that shit from happening?" the Bastards' Vice President questioned.
"By showing the upstanding suits that August Marks is just a greedy thug in Pope's clothing," Jax replied.
About that time, Dru heard her phone whistle at her. She had a video message. 'What the hell?' she thought. She opened it up and was greeted by the sight of Juice getting into Gemma's Lincoln. He had a lollipop in his mouth. Her brow furrowed in confusion until she realized what it meant.
"Oh, shit," she muttered.
"What's wrong?" Jax asked.
"Um…I have something I need to take care of," Dru stuttered over her words. "Are you okay here?"
"Well, yeah. You're just gonna miss out on all the fun to be had with the Nazis."
Dru rolled her eyes. "I think I'll survive." She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. "I'll be back as soon as possible."
"I'm holding you to that."
Marcus Alvarez was torn on what to do with Nero. He was even more torn on what had walked into his warehouse not twenty minutes ago and who had called ten minutes ago. He had a lot of decisions to make and wasn't for certain which path to choose.
He heard the door open. Alvarez figured the package had been delivered.
"He's here."
Alvarez nodded and watched as Juice walked in. The boy looked scared to death. "What do you want?" he asked him.
"My club wants me dead," Juice replied. "I need to get to Mexico. Safe passage. Full ID."
"What makes you think I'd help you?"
"A little under two grand and a 2013 Navigator."
"That ain't shit, man. There's an APB out on you," OCB told him.
Alvarez watched as he struggled to come up with something that could change their minds. He really was desperate.
"I'll give you any intel you want on SAMCRO."
Alvarez nodded. He knew what came next.
"No, you won't, Juicy."
Juice jumped as the female voice began to make him quiver. He knew who that voice belonged to. It didn't surprise him that she had found his whereabouts. After all, the woman was like a ghost when she needed to be, and always stayed three steps ahead of everyone else.
"How did you know I'd come here?" he asked her as he watched her body come out of the shadows.
Dru shrugged. "Desperation makes people do some stupid things."
Juice stiffly chuckled. "Yeah, well, I've been pushed too far."
She scoffed. "You haven't been pushed enough. You had your chance to disappear, but you never took it. That's your fault. And now, you're gonna pay the price."
"You think I'm scared of you, Dru?" Juice questioned her.
"I think you're terrified of me," she answered. "Because you know I'm capable of more than SAMCRO is. You know I've done more damage than SAMCRO. You also know I've dealt more death sentences than SAMCRO."
"I no longer have a club to go home to. That's what terrifies me, Dru, not you."
"Keep telling yourself that. I don't believe it for a second," she shook her head. "And if you honestly think that I'm going to allow you to share SAMCRO secrets or, hell, even escape from here, then you're just fucking stupid. You're stuck, Juice. And I will be turning you over to Jax."
"Dru, please…" Juice begged.
"You should've run while you had the chance."