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Fallon: End of an Era
Chapter Twenty-Eight
"Are you riding with us, Jackie?" Chibs asked him as he put a black hoodie on.
Jax was pulled from his thoughts at Chibs' question. It wasn't a secret that he'd been distracted all evening. Dru wasn't far from his attention. She had disappeared earlier that day to God knows where and hadn't checked in at all. With the heat that could be bearing down on her right now, Jax was worried more than ever. He had even tried his usual channels to find her, but to no avail. Dru didn't want to be found. So, whatever she was up to had to be kept clandestine.
And his mother… Gemma had disappeared too. Jax had come to the conclusion more than enough times that Dru had left to search for her. But ultimately he believed that Dru would keep him informed if she had done that. Certainly she wouldn't keep him out of the loop about his mother. Especially after what she did. Jax couldn't help the fact that his gut was churning. It was trying to tell him something.
"Still no word from Dru?" Jax questioned.
Chibs sighed. He knew his leader was otherwise preoccupied with worries of his lady love, but he really needed to be here at the moment. Whatever Dru was up to she could handle on her own and Jax just needed to accept it. Besides, Chibs had a pretty good idea what she was doing.
"I'm sorry, but no. I'm sure that once she gets done with everything she needs to do she'll contact you. Until then the club is going to do a favor for the Niners. Are you in too?" Chibs explained. He looked at Jax and his troublesome expression. "It'll get your mind off of things for awhile."
Jax scoffed. "I doubt that, Chibs. But I'll ride."
"Aye, Jackie boy."
Dru was on her way back to Charming when her cell phone began ringing. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't need to look at the caller ID to know who was on the other side. If she didn't pick it up… Dru shook her head. God only knows.
She grabbed it up from the passenger seat and quickly pushed the button to answer the call. "Yes?"
"I hear you've been a bad girl, Miss Fallon."
Immediately a heavy burden weighed down her heart. Here were the shadows. There was a reason they were called shadows. No one knew they existed. These were the people that parents made up for their children's bedtime stories to scare them. She didn't fear much and she really didn't fear them. But they did cause her unease.
"You trust your ghost too much," she replied.
"My ghost is never wrong. He keeps his ear close to the ground. We know exactly what is going on, Miss Fallon. You knew what would happen. You knew that in your line of work there are no such things as sides. You've just thrown your life away for the most ridiculous reason."
"Love is not ridiculous," she snapped.
"It is for you. No one of your caliber can have love. Love is not meant to be kept by a person like you. Your skill set, your job…love does not fit into the equation," he told her.
"I didn't say I'd do this job forever either."
"You gave up that option when you had me slip you out of jail to go save your boy."
A lone tear escaped down her cheek.
"I do have to admit though that it was a very stupid decision on your part to even put yourself there in the first place, to save the 'love of your life'. Once upon a time ago you did have IRA connections. Hell, you were their assassin after all, but those ended when you escaped. You could have escaped and went back to the Sons, no strings attached, but you chose to continue what you'd been taught. Secretly, I think it's because you actually like what you do. You enjoy knowing that you play God sometimes. And because you continued you got on our radar and you became a weapon for us as well."
"It was either that or spend the rest of my life in prison with no chance of parole," she snarled.
"And it's where you belong after all the fucked up shit you've done."
"I might've done some fucked up shit, but you all were more than willing to give me a pass as long as I continued doing that fucked up shit for you."
"Ah, but you were never allowed to choose sides. The balance was kept as long as you played both. Now with you gunning for August Marks and helping to fuck up the gun trade I do believe that you've picked a side. You knew what would happen, Miss Fallon. We warned you."
"I'm too valuable. I know too much," Dru argued.
"You think there's not others like you out there? I'll admit that you're the best, but there are others. And those others would actually play by the rules. They wouldn't be some sort of rogue agent."
"I've played rogue because it got me through some difficult routes. I made new contacts, very important contacts. I did it to survive sometimes. It got you more information than you've ever dreamed of."
"You did get us some hefty information, but that does not excuse what you've done. We told you from the beginning what would take place if you did it. You have fucked up the balance. I don't care if you are trying to save your boyfriend's life. You should have continued doing your job. A job that you're paid very handsomely for, might I add. A job that has saved lives."
"A job that has murdered countless people. Hundreds of people," she growled.
There was a silence over the phone. She heard a moan and knew he was about to become aroused, if he wasn't already. Violence got this man off. "How many is it now?" he asked. "Last count was 261 people. That was what, eleven months ago?"
Dru closed her eyes as the pain creeped in. She quickly opened them back up before she wrecked. "299," she whispered.
He snickered. "So close to 300. But that's just counting people you've killed since leaving the IRA. How many did you kill for them?"
"You know how many," she sneered.
"It doesn't matter now," he sighed with pleasure. "I'll be seeing you soon, Drusilla."
She hastily hung up the call and then slung her phone into the floor board of the passenger seat. If it broke she didn't care. After all, she might not be in need of a phone in the very near future. But Dru couldn't be saddled down with the worry and guilt right now. She had to get back to Jax.
When Dru returned she walked into Red Woody to find a bunch of fat ass women standing around. 'Why is it when I walk into this joint there's a bunch of nasty porn shit going on?' she thought to herself. Leave it up the Sons to make money in pussy.
Lyla looked over to discover that Dru had returned. She struggled not to laugh at the look of disgust on the redheaded beauty's face. Lyla doubted that Dru was a prude, but she sure wasn't comfortable around the porn business. She had never gotten to meet Dru while Opie was alive because she had already taken off. But Opie had told her plenty of stories about the illustrious Drusilla Fallon, the Princess of SAMCRO. Lyla felt like she knew her. The only thing that didn't match her late husband's description was her eyes. Once upon a time ago, they had sparkled with laughter and amusement. 'Dru always sees the light,' Opie always said. As Lyla looked at them now, there was only a darkness among the irises; a sort of resentment and guilt. There was a lot of pain there. She wanted so bad to go over and give the woman a hug. However, Lyla knew that her presence was not needed. Dru would not welcome her with open arms.
As she watched the redhead walk towards the office to meet up with the rest Lyla prayed that Dru would find peace one day.
Dru heard the celebration going on outside the office door. They were pounding on the table. She looked inside the window and found them rejoicing in making T.O. a member. Dru smiled. They were once again moving in the right direction, making changes that mattered, breaking down barriers. T.O. would be a visionary member, and would one day hold office here and make everything she did count. He was a good man. Dru could tell that in just the small amount of time that she had known him.
The phone call earlier had put her hackles up. Dru knew what was coming next and was prepared for it. Well, prepared as she could be. Her decisions got her here. She didn't know why she thought it would've gone down differently. Dru had ways of getting around the consequences, but not for long. Eventually it would catch up with her. She had been kidding herself if she thought she could have a happily ever after. Dru understood she just had to survive long enough to make sure that Jax and the club survived the coming eruption. She had a plan. Getting everything in order would be the hard part.
Jax was quick to notice Dru standing outside the door once he wasn't distracted by the party anymore. She had come back. She was still alive. Having no contact with her had been pure hell. The worst possible scenarios had run through his mind. Never again would Dru be out of his sight.
He opened up the door and joined her outside. He grabbed her up in a hug and attacked her lips with his. 'God, she feels good,' he thought to himself. He had to pull away sooner rather than later so they could both breathe.
"Mmm, what was that for?" Dru asked.
Jax cupped her face in his hands. "I missed you. I love you. And you can't be disappearing like that again. It's drove me crazy."
Dru averted her eyes as she grasped onto his hands to drag them from her face. "Jax, I'm fine. I've told you numerous times I can take care of myself. As for the missing me and loving me part," she paused as a smile graced her face. "Well, I can handle that. I missed you too and you know I love you."
"Where did you go?" he questioned her. "You've been a long time."
Dru wished that she could keep it a secret. She shook her head. "Nowhere that you need to know right now. There are only two things that you do need to know. I took care of some things and everything is okay," Dru told him. "Now, what's been going on around here?"
She stared into his blue eyes. He began shaking his head and the sparkle left his gaze. He was going to lie to her. "We gotta go meet up with Tyler right now."
"Why?" she asked becoming suspicious.
"We're just making some assurances for our black friend," he shrugged.
Dru pulled away from him as the rest of the crew came out of the office. To distract herself from Jax's confusion she turned around and stuck her hand out for T.O. to shake. "Congratulations, T.O. You deserve this."
"Thank you, Dru," he said clasping her hand.
"Maybe now the Sons of Anarchy charter can stop being such racist bastards," Dru joked. "Of course, my father was one of the first to be like that. I'm sorry for my bloodline."
T.O. chuckled. "As long as you have no problem with me."
She shook her head. "None at all. You're going to be great."
She glanced at Jax out of the corner of her eye as the others gathered around to hug her and jest about her being gone. He was confused about her behavior, but he had also become doubtful of her as she was of him. Just keep trusting me, Jax. No matter what becomes of me you and the club will go on.