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Fallon: End of an Era

Chapter Thirty-One

District Attorney Patterson was looking over some final paperwork as she waited for the infamous Jax Teller to come. She had no idea what he wanted, but the other time he had been in her office it had been quite a game for her. He was smart and diligent in his planning. Patterson was sad that he hadn't been able to apply that genius to more humanitarian work instead of directing it towards a criminal enterprise. He had her sorrow as well. Jax had lived a very difficult life from the time he was born. He'd had no chance of climbing out of the pits of darkness. To know that his choices had led him this far was a depressing thing. She remembered her visits to him while she waited on the results of the investigation into Tara's murder. He had been a broken man, but he had still been strong. Vibrant almost. Patterson knew that was Dru in him.

There was a knock on her door. It was her assistant telling her that Mr. Teller was here.

"Thank you," Patterson responded.

"I appreciate you taking the time," Jax told her after taking a seat.

"Well, I was very curious," she admitted. "The last time we sat down talking wasn't very high on your agenda. And by the level of violence escalating in Oakland, I'm guessing you've been busy."

"I have," Jax nodded. "That's why I'm here. But first, I want to thank you for trying to help Tara. I know that was more personal than professional."

"If you're truly grateful you could cooperate with us, give us what you know about her murder."

"I'll give you everything," Jax told her. "You might want to record this. I didn't have time to write it down."

Patterson was astonished. She hadn't expected that. She quickly got in the desk drawer next to her and pulled out her phone. She switched the voice recorder on it and said, "This is a statement by Jax Teller, President of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, the Redwood Charter."

"Redwood Original," Jax corrected her while smirking.

She laid it down and waited.

"Tig, where did Jackson go?"

Tig froze. He was told by Chibs to not tell Dru of Jax's whereabouts if she were to ask. But fuck his life, now that she just asked he didn't know what to do. She could practically smell a life.

"I don't know, darlin'," he replied.

"Bullshit."

Tig straightened up to look at Dru. Her eyes were narrowed on his form and Tig felt his balls tighten up. If she wasn't practically like his niece he would fuck her seven ways to Sunday.

"Tiggy, tell me the truth," Dru demanded.

"I—Goddamnit!"

"Good Lord," Patterson softly muttered. "How do you know that?"

"She admitted it. So did Juice," Jax answered.

Patterson ran her fingers over her face. She was stunned. "Where is Gemma now?"

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

"Can't or won't?" she questioned while watching Jax struggle with his emotions.

"Both."

She nodded her understanding. She knew she might be overstepping her boundaries when she asked that. "What about Henry Lin, and all the other bodies that dropped?" Patterson continued to interrogate.

"Turn it off," Jax ordered.

Patterson sighed. She grabbed up her phone and did exactly that. To continue good standing with this man she showed him that she had.

"Gemma and Juice came up with that Chinese fiction to set me on fire. You know I'm not gonna cop to the retaliation though and incriminate my club," he explained.

"So, what happens when the street finds out it all went down because of a lie?"

"Everyone it could impact is now either informed or has moved on," Jax replied.

Patterson was confused. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means by the end of the day the violence in Oakland and Stockton will be over."

"Why the end of the day?"

Jax stood up from the chair and sighed. "You've been very fair with me. I wanted you to have the truth."

He began to walk out, but Patterson called him back. "What happens at the end of the day?" she asked again.

"The bad guys lose," he answered with a sly grin.

"And what about Dru? Where does she fit into all of this?"

A genuine smile came to Jax's face. Patterson's heart nearly melted. "Hopefully she doesn't fit in anywhere."

And then he walked out, leaving Patterson more puzzled than ever.

Dru was so mad she couldn't think straight. Her seething rage was boiling just below the surface and it was close to erupting. Jax was playing a cat and mouse game, and Dru didn't like it. He was fucking with what she was fighting desperately to accomplish and it was pissing her off. She had one final step to take before everything would be put neatly away, and now with Jackson going rogue she would have to finish it more quickly than what she had intended.

She shouldn't even be doing this right now. Not when she was bursting at the seams with a fury so flaming hot she could barely keep the high-powered rifle she was holding steady.

"You were supposed to watch her!" Jax roared.

"And we were!" Tig yelled in response. "Chibs got a phone call and had to take it leaving me with the fucking Princess."

"And the phone call I took was a wild goose chase, which I think Dru had something to do with that too," Chibs added.

"She had someone call your phone to make you leave the room?" Jax questioned.

Chibs nodded. "Leaving Tiggy with the evil harpy."

"And then she said she had to go to the bathroom and threatened to rip my balls off if I didn't allow her to go by herself," Tig finished.

Jax closed his eyes taking a heavy sigh. He had expected for Chibs and Tig to take care of her, to make sure she didn't get in anymore trouble. She had taken on way too much already and was already in danger of losing her life. Jax knew she had secrets, but he was hoping to save her before she fell too far down the rabbit hole.

"Alright, we need to find her. Send Happy out and call Tyler to see if he can get a location on her."

She slowed her breathing as she looked in the crosshairs. Her target was walking down the courthouse steps. She kept him in her sights as she felt the power in her trigger finger. She loved this feeling—the feeling of playing judge, jury, and executioner. Maybe he'd been right. She was meant to do this and the thought of playing God gave her rush beyond anyone's imagination.

But this target was personal and the rush that came with this one was euphoric. She could compare it to a mind-blowing orgasm.

She was over a mile away from her target. Everything came in to play here and she had to get it just right. This was the challenge and she would dominate it like always.

He was right where she wanted him. She happily squeezed the trigger and inhaled the force of the shot. She didn't bother making sure if he had been hit. She knew the shot was good. She was already packing up her things.

Thirty minutes later Chibs received a phone call from Happy confirming his worst fears. "Jackson!" he bellowed.

Jax came running from the office. He had been impatiently waiting for news on Dru. He was driving himself crazy with the different scenarios running through his head. He didn't need anyone to confirm Dru was the one to kill Gemma. She had been gone for days whenever they caught wind that Gemma had run. Jax knew the truth. Yet again, she had protected him.

"What is it?" Jax asked.

Chibs didn't know how to tell him. They didn't have eyes on Dru, but they knew where she had previously been. "That was Hap," Chibs said.

"Okay," Jax shrugged. "Did he find Dru?"

"Not exactly," Chibs sighed.

"What is it, Chibs? Just spit it out."

"August Marks was just gunned down on the courthouse steps. No one knows where the shot came from, but it was a perfect head shot."