Okay, don't be jealous but I got to meet Theo and Tommy this past weekend. If you ever get the chance to meet them, DO IT! They were so nice! Tommy kissed the top of my head (swoon.) Tommy's a lot taller in person than I thought and Theo is shorter, but totally hot in person-Well, they both are! (Also, the girl who inspired "Molly" was with me so I've a picture of Molly and Chibs. XD)
Molly grabbed her friend as tears streamed down her face. "Oh my God, oh my God."
"Tig, leave her with Bobby," Clay shouted from the chapel, and Tig reluctantly let her go. Bobby and Molly moved her to the couch as Bobby told Molly what had happened, albeit brief, in the chapel. "I hope they fucking kill that son of a bitch," Molly said finally seating herself next to her friend.
"That's the plan," Bobby said. "Mina, I'm gonna leave you with Molly. I gotta go back in there, ok?" Mina nodded and Bobby entered the chapel and closed the door behind him. Mina looked forward at nothing, but was a million miles away in her head. Molly noticed. She was about to ask if she was alright, but stopped herself. Of course she wasn't alright. As her mind raced, Mina spoke, "I just wanna go to sleep. Seriously, fall asleep and have all this shit solved, or wake up like it never happened."
"Yeah, sounds good to me." Molly sighed and stared down at her chipped nails. Mina bit the side of her cheek and exhaled loudly. Molly reached into her pocket and pulled out the paper Mina had left on her bag-her faux will. "So, can I throw this out?" Mina glanced at the paper before looking forward again. She didn't answer so Molly pulled out her lighter and lit it on fire. She and Mina watched it burn for a second before throwing it into the ashtray before them on the coffee table. Mina sniffled a bit and wiped the tear from her cheek. Instead of saying anything, Molly pulled her friend in for a hug and Mina rested her head on Molly's shoulder.
The door to the chapel opened and Tig stepped out motioning to Mina. "We need to talk to her for a second." Molly nodded and Tig walked over, helped her up, and brought her into the chapel. When Mina's eyes caught sight of Damien's body in the chair, she felt her stomach drop again but she couldn't look away from it. It was like a train wreck, and Clay's gavel did a number on him. As she stared at the crumpled body before her, a wave of anger rose throughout her body. Her cheeks flushed red and as her fists balled up, she heard Tig in her ear. "Calm down, it'll be alright." She released the tension in her fists, but she still glowed a deep crimson as she waited for Clay to speak.
"Now that we've had time to calm down, tell me what happened." Mina stared at Clay and suddenly felt Tig's hands on her shoulders. She saw Bobby sit up straighter in her peripheral vision when he did this, but Mina didn't flinch. She spoke to the group through her teeth.
"He came to me."
"Who?"
"'The fuck you think?"
"Watch it, bitch." Bobby jerked his head to Clay and back at Mina. He had a look on his face that begged Mina to back down. Tig's hands squeezed her arms to indicate her to keep talking.
"Damien. He walked in last night and told me he planted drugs in my purse in the hopes you would find them and think I was a spy or something. He said that if I didn't tell you guys about it tomorrow he was going to kill everyone."
"And you believed him?"
"Of course I fucking believed him. Unlike you, I don't get threatened daily, nor am one to simply take it lightly."
"Bobby, I'm gonna say this one more time-put your fucking niece in her place or I will." Clay's words felt like a slap and she looked down to the ground. Tig let go of her and went to sit back at his place at the table. When she looked up, her eye's met Bobby's. She could see that his gaze now pleaded with her to back down, so she followed.
"Well, he's not your problem anymore. He's ours. Also, if you're gonna be around here in the future, and you get threatened again, you better fucking tell someone." Clay waved his hand for her to leave but spoke up again causing her to stop in her tracks. "And, if you ever get short with me again, I'll fuck you up. Trust me, I never make threats, only promises, little girl." Mina looked away from the group back and Damien.
She didn't know what happened next but something in her snapped. Out of nowhere, Mina kicked Damien's upright body square in the chest causing his body to fall to the floor. The group stood and Clay bellowed "GET HER OUT OF HERE!" Mina let herself out and walked out into the parking lot of the garage. She reached the middle of the lot when she heard her name being called.
"WHAT?" Mina shouted.
Before he could reach her, gunshots rang out from the street towards the garage. "GET DOWN!" Tig shouted to Mina who followed his orders. He finally reached her and threw his body on top of hers. She listened as the others shouted from around them. The shots lasted a few seconds and were gone. Tig laid onto of Mina for a moment before whispering to Mina, "Are you shot?" She lay for a moment assessing whether or not she had felt any pain. "No. I'm okay. Are you shot?" Tig shook his head and looked towards the street.
Tig stood up slowly before helping Mina get up. He pushed her back towards the inside of the clubhouse. When they got in, the place was in a state of panic. Mina, catching sight of Chibs, broke from Tig's grasp and ran to him. Unable to find Molly, she began to panic herself. "IS SHE OKAY? WHERE'S PENELOPE?"
"They're both fine, jus' in shock. You alrigh'?"
"Fine. I'm fine, where are they?"
"In back." Chibs pointed to the back of the clubhouse. Just then, more women and children piled into the clubhouse. Tara arrived in time and was told that Juice had been shot in the leg. Jax pointed her to the chapel and she made her way through the chaos. When Mina had finally reached the back room, she saw Molly holding onto Penelope and rocking her back and forth in her arms on the floor. Molly looked up with fear in her eyes. When she saw Mina she extended her hand and motioned for her to join them. The three girls sat and waited. Their silence was interupted when they heard Clay's voice echo throughout the halls. "Let's GO!"
Mina and Molly heard the sounds of the engines rev to life from the parking lot and said a silent prayer. They knew a war had begun and they had hoped they, and their men, would come out of it alive.
….
Clay, Jax, Tig, Bobby and Chibs arrived at the warehouse first before Opie pulled up in the truck with Damien propped up in the passenger seat. Frost had been called and agreed to meet them at the warehouse. They only had to wait a few moments before a black BMW pulled up the gravel path to where they stood. A stocky man got out of the driver seat first and walked to the back of the car. When he opened the door, a tall man stepped out. He adjusted his suit coat when he was out of the car and slowly approached the group.
"Hello Clay." He was smug, and spoke slowly like he were teaching the Alphabet to school children. Clay sensed it and moved forward. As he did, the driver reached for a gun, triggering the Sons to do the same. "Back off, Pudgy," said Chibs causing Frost to throw up his hands. "Whoa," said Frost, "now, let's not get trigger happy. We're here to talk. No guns, we said."
"Stand down, guns on the ground" Clay ordered. The Sons and driver all put their weapons on the ground. "Precautions, Frost, you understand," Clay said with a crooked smile. Frost chuckled before nodding his head.
"Yes, well. There's a matter that needs to be discussed. I believe you have something that belongs to me?"
"What about the rally? You calling it off?"
"I said I would, if it was a fair trade. I'm a man of my word. Now, where's Omen?" Clay nodded and motioned for Opie to bring out Damien. He was broken and bloody and had a large piece of duct tape covering his mouth. Opie dropped him and he fell to his knees. Frost looked at him and tisked moving his gaze back to Clay. "You didn't play very nicely with him, now did you?" Damien looked from Clay to Frost. He was shaking but found he couldn't move from his spot.
"We don't play well with others that mean to cause us harm."
"Shame. I liked him, but he's damaged goods." Just then, Frost pulled out a gun from his coat and shot Damien in the head. This caused the others moved to the ground for their guns, but Frost shouted again. "NO! Clay tell your boys to leave 'em!"
"Leave your guns, boys. I got this."
"You see that fellas? Damaged goods. In this game, there's no room for weak opponents, only the strong shall survive!" Frost laughed as he walked closer to Clay until he was right up in his face. "Damaged goods, Clay. That's what you and your stupid fucking club have become. And just like that piece of shit there, I intend to take all of you out."
Just then, Clay pulled out his gun and pointed it at Frost, who backed up and mimicked his gesture. "Whoa! Ha! Clay! Look at you, with you big ole gun. You can't even get the Goddamn thing up to point at me let alone fucking shoot me. Damaged goods."
Clay cocked the gun and raised it a bit higher at Frost who laughed at his effort. "I have to wonder how much longer before your hands completely give out and you eventually won't be able to hold your dick to piss let alone take out the competition. You really wanna be around for that Clay?" Clay's hand shook as he let his arm fall. This cause Frost to smile. "That's what I thought." Frost cocked his gun at Clay.
The next few seconds were a bit of a blur. There was a wide array of bullets but the pattern went as follows, Frost cocked his gun, Tig shot Frost's driver who managed to shoot his gun but hit no particular target. Frost shot at Tig before being shot in the chest by Clay. When the bullets stopped and the smoke cleared, the driver was dead. Clay walked over the Frost who was laying on the gravel by the car gasping for air. Frost laughed in between his obscenities as Clay bent over to look at him. "Charming is MINE." He spit at Frost before standing up and managing to put another bullet in his skull.
He was enjoying his moment of triumph before he was interrupted by Jax shouting-
"TIG'S BEEN SHOT!"