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Fallon: End of an Era
Dru could see from a distance that he was harassing the girl. She was a beauty. 'Why do the pretty ones with so much potential always end up working the corners?' she thought.
"Excuse me, kids," Jax said walking up to the group. "Sorry to interrupt, but I'm looking for a guy called Adam Green Blathe. You know where I can find him?"
"Never heard of him," the guy shook his head.
"How about a pastor named Haddem? You heard of him?" Chibs questioned.
The guy pulled out a necklace that had the Star of David connected to it. "Wrong tribe. Why don't you leather boys hop back up on your scooters and get the hell off my block?"
Chibs didn't like that answer. Dru watched as he punched the guy in the stomach. Suddenly, it turned into a female frenzy. The pretty one punched Jax and the other two jumped on Chibs. She couldn't believe that a pimp could warrant such loyalty from his hookers. The girls were allowing Greensleeves to have a chance to get away. 'Better him than us is their motto, I guess,' Dru thought to herself.
She looked to find Nero getting out of his car to join the flurry. Dru decided to stay where she was until she seen the Hummer headed straight for the bikes. She quickly jumped out of the way. The Hummer hit Jax's bike destroying the front of it.
"Son of a bitch," Dru muttered.
She turned around to find the pretty girl running towards her with Jax and Chibs following close behind. She rolled her eyes. She assumed this was the part where she got involved. Dru got a handle on the hooker in a rapid fashion. Immediately the girl began screaming for help. She yanked on the girl's hair and covered her mouth to mollify the screams.
"Shut up, I'm not gonna hurt you," Dru told her as she pushed her up against the wall of the building next to them. The girl's screams began to ease. About that time the men had caught up. "It's okay," she whispered running her fingers through the girl's fine locks. "You're alright."
"Hey, maybe she needs to clean up a little bit," Nero said. "You know, work in a nicer environment."
Jax quickly caught on. "What's your name, darlin'?" he asked. "We've got an offer to make you."
The girl took some time to catch her breath. "Winsome," she finally answered.
"That's lovely," Chibs sarcastically remarked.
"Don't be mean," Winsome told him.
"We need to find Greensleeves. We just want some information," Dru cut in.
"Yeah? If I give it to you, he'll cut my lips off."
"Guess that would be bad for business," Chibs commented.
Dru observed as Winsome gave Chibs a dirty look. The girl certainly had spunk.
"What's your offer?" Winsome asked.
"Get you off the street. More money," Jax stated.
"That's your player," Nero said handing her a business card.
Winsome took it and read it. "Diosa Escorts," she began chuckling. "I'm not really the girl you take to the opera before I swallow your cock."
Dru smirked. Strike that, she has fire.
"Most of our girls work in-house. You get to set your own schedule and choose the guys you wanna work with," Nero explained.
"That's right. They're ain't no one cutting your lips off for making a mistake," Jax added.
"So, you'd be my pimp?" Winsome questioned.
Dru scoffed. "These are the last guys that could be pimps, honey."
"Shut up," Jax said nudging her in the ribs. He turned back to Winsome. "We'd be your employer. We'll break anyone's arm if they so much as lay a hand on you."
"That's kinda sweet," Winsome smiled.
"Yeah, we're all very sweet," Jax commented.
"Come on, darling. Where can we find the Jew pimp?" Chibs asked.
"Winsome, we'll get you out of here right now. You'll never have to deal with him again," Nero told her.
Winsome considered her options. "Not to sound anti-semantic, but the whole Jew thing, I think it's kind of bullshit. He's got a foreskin that almost reaches his knees."
Jax grinned. "We'll be sure to keep an eye out for that. Tell us where we can find him, sweetheart."
And she cooperated.
Dru had volunteered to join Jax in the raid on Greensleeves', the guy with the longest foreskin ever, residence. Chibs stayed behind to play lookout. They crashed into his apartment and quickly had their guns aiming right at him. Greensleeves grabbed for the butcher's knife on the kitchen counter and latched onto the drugged out hooker that apparently stayed with him. He put the knife right at his throat.
"Do you know these guys?" the hooker slurred.
"Look, get the hell out, man. Get the hell out of here!" Greensleeves shouted.
"We just want the phone with the pastor," Jax calmly told him.
"Yeah, and all I want your girl to do is suck my dick," he said referring to Dru. He even winked at her. Dru felt her stomach roll. "How the hell did you guys find me?"
"It doesn't matter," Dru replied.
"I will slit her throat wide open," Greensleeves threatened.
"What, you think I give a shit about one of your strung out whores?" Jax growled as he walked closer and pointed his gun at the hooker.
Dru watched the Jew pimp. He was too jumpy. He didn't have the balls to cut that woman's throat. She watched as his eyes cut to the gun that was sitting on the coffee table. He pushed the girl away and went to grab for the gun. Before he could even get a finger on the pistol, Dru had already put a bullet in his shoulder. His body fell through the glass table.
Jax steadied the whore and pushed her onto Dru. She caught her and narrowed her eyes on Jax. "What the fuck do you want me to do with her?" she exclaimed.
"Put her in that room," he ordered.
She rolled her eyes. "Time for a nap, crack whore," she retorted as she shoved her into the room adjacent to her.
"Get up," Jax told him. Greensleeves wasn't moving to do anything. "Get up!" he yelled as he pulled him to his feet and then pushed him onto the couch. Jax pointed his pistol at him. "Phone with the pastor—where is it?"
"It's on the table. It's the Android on the table," Greensleeves finally answered. "Who talked to you, huh? Was it Winsome? That weak, little crazy skank. Did she cave on me?"
Dru went to the table and found the phone. She began going through the pictures and videos. There were dozens of them showcasing the pastor and his…unusual tastes. "Got it."
"I don't know who you guys are, but I'm gonna find you," Greensleeves threatened.
Jax smirked. "Isn't there some kind of rule in your religion about tattoos and suicide? You can't get into heaven or something?"
"Yeah, you can't be buried with your family," he replied. "Like I give a shit."
"That's cool," Jax commented.
He returned his gun to the back of his pants and quickly grabbed up the Jew pimp. He forced him to the window with a mighty heave. Greensleeves' body broke through the glass. A shiver went through his abdomen, and then he hung there—half in, half out.
Dru cocked her head. "I don't know what you were trying to accomplish, but that is a very sloppy suicide."
"Oh, yeah, Princess?" Jax smirked at her. "Think you could've done better?"
"I know I could have," she told him.
"It doesn't matter now. It worked. He's dead."
"Yeah. But what about Whores 'R Us in there?"
He shook his head. "She ain't gonna remember shit."
Jax walked away as Dru looked back at the body of the Jew pimp hanging out the window. "Shalom," she muttered.
"I appreciate you helping out," Jax told Nero.
"It's been a rough month, hermano," Nero said.
"Yeah," Jax muttered.
"I want you to buy me out, Jax."
Nothing could have shocked him more. "Why?"
"Why do you think?"
"Look, man, I know that I haven't dealt with all this stuff very well—"
"No, it's not that," Nero interrupted. "I should've listened to my gut and walked away a few months ago."
"It's all gonna calm down, Nero," Jax reassured him. "Look, Lin's gone, we're good with the Mayans, I'm making shit right with August, and I've got Dru by my side… It's gonna be business as usual, man, I—"
"Promise," Nero cut in. Jax was put in his place. "Sorry, I've heard that a few times."
"I know," Jax nodded.
"You need a lift?" Nero asked him.
"No, I'll wait for the flatbed."
"Okay. I should get her over to Diosa."
"There's no rush," Jax shrugged. "I don't think Greensleeves is gonna be able to hurt her anymore." He walked up to the passenger side door. He patted Winsome on the arm. "See you later."
"And you wonder why I want out," Nero muttered.
"Here," Jax said handing the signed statement over to Tyler. "Give this to August. My guys will text you the photo."
Tyler opened up the folded letter. "Where do you want to do this meet?" he asked.
"Breezer Park near the picnic tables at six o'clock," Chibs answered.
"If he comes with force or refuses to meet, tell him that goes to D.A.," Jax told him.
"You coming deep?" Tyler questioned.
"The Mayans will be there."
"And us?"
"No, we need to wait on breaking you away," Jax shook his head. "I still need you close to him."
Tyler sighed. "Yeah, alright. Let's just hope he don't kill the messenger." He nodded at Dru who was standing against one of the buildings surrounding them. "You do realize that your little girlfriend met up with him yesterday, right?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Jax shrugged.
"Listen, I know that's your old lady now, but I don't think you realize just who she is."
"I know exactly who she is."
Tyler held up his hands in surrender. "I have no problem with her. It's just...I heard August talking about her. He requested information from her about you guys, about what your plans were. Now, I don't know if she gave anything to him, but from what is whispered about her, she's not somebody you wanna fuck with," he told Jax.
Jax glanced back at Dru. "So, I hear."
Dru was standing beside Jax as Unser was talking to him. Unser was concerned about Gemma's safety while she was at the cabin. It was around that time that her phone began ringing. She pulled away from the group to take the call. 'Well, speak of the devil,' Dru thought.
"Hello, Aunt Gemma," she greeted her.
"I'm sure you've already heard, but I'm headed to the cabin. Do you have any idea why I'm being sent up there?"
Dru rolled her eyes. "I don't understand why Rat or Happy couldn't have told you. It's not as if you can't keep a secret."
"You damn straight. So, will you tell me?"
"You're just going to helping a friend of ours detox, that's all."
"Detox?" Gemma exclaimed. "God, I hate this. Haven't the boys learned by now that I'm no fucking therapist?"
Dru chuckled. "You would think so."
"And who's the friend?" the Queen asked.
"You'll learn soon enough," she told her. "Just help her."
"So, it's a she?"
"Yes, Aunt Gemma. Just help her. It's important."
She didn't give Gemma the chance to reply. She simply hung up the phone to find that Unser had left and that Bobby was headed to the cabin to check on the situation there.
"Do you want me to go instead?" Dru asked him.
"Nah, Jax needs you more than me," Bobby replied.
"Maybe so, but I can't go to that meet tonight. I might as well go to the cabin," she shrugged.
"No, you stay close to these guys," he told her. "Something could happen. You'd be more helpful than me."
"Are you sure?"
"He can't spare anyone right now, not even you," Bobby said patting her on the shoulder. "Tiggy can take the glide and I'll take the tank."
"Alright, thanks, brother," Jax nodded as Bobby walked to the car.
"Okay, Tyler just confirmed, boss. August is gonna be there," Tig announced.
"Almost home, boys." Jax looked over at Dru who was chewing on her lip in deep thought. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'll be there," she assured him, "but at a distance. I need to be there just in case."
"I'd appreciate it. But don't you dare come out unless something really drastic happens. I can't lose you."
"Same here," she whispered.
"It's been over an hour, Jackie," Chibs told him.
If anybody knew how late August was, it was Jax. He felt like a fool who had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had no idea where Dru had stationed herself in the surrounding park, but he could feel her presence. It was that knowledge that kept him calm.
"What do you wanna do, Pres?" Marcus asked him. About that time, a dark BMW was pulling up. "Is that him?"
"I don't know," Jax answered.
"Where's the Rolls?" Chibs questioned.
It was someone associated with August. After all, two men of the black color got out of the car, but only one approached them. He looked like a daunting character.
"My name is Moses Cartwright," he introduced himself. "I'm the head of Mr. Marks' security team."
"And where is he?" Jax asked.
The man laid the box he had been carrying down on the picnic table. "His reply to your request is in the package. I really admire your love of comradery. I can see how brotherhood is important to all of you. You guys have a good evening."
Jax's blood ran cold.
He practically ran to open up the box. He found two patches on the inside—the Redwood Original patches. Chibs grabbed up the iPad that was in there. There was a video that was paused on there. He began to play it. What Jax saw next made his stomach turn. He quickly put his attention back to the box. In the bottom there was a bowl. Jax took off the lid to find an eyeball in it. It made sense. After all, he had just watched Bobby have his eyeball taken out on the video.
There was only one thing left for him to do.
He dug in his pocket and dialed a familiar number. When they picked up he struggled not to cry, but his voice did break trying to control the overwhelming emotions he was carrying.
"Dru…help me."