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Chapter 557 After the Meeting
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There was a knock at the chapel doors, Clay didn't like it when their meetings were interrupted, so there had better be a damned good explanation or there would be hell to pay. He wasn't in the mood to be forgiving. Fucking Jax.
"Come in," Clay barked.
Chucky scurried into the room and looked at Tig.
"Wanted to check on Tig," he said apologetically.
Tig was face down. He'd seemed pretty out of it during the meeting. Never uttered a word other than a few bursts of random laughter.
"Why?"
"He ate a couple of brownies with magic mushroom frosting," Chucky explained.
"Oh, shit," Clay said.
Juice nudged Tig and got no response. He checked that he was breathing.
"He's still alive," Juice reported.
"The mushrooms won't kill him; he just might do something crazy," Chucky said.
"And how would we know Tig's on mushrooms then?" Jax asked and everyone at the table laughed.
"Happy, disarm Tig. I don't want him to have some hallucination and shoot someone or himself. You and the prospect take him to the apartment and put him to bed. Prospect, stay with him until he sobers up and make sure he doesn't hurt himself. And Chucky, if you bring mushrooms into the clubhouse again, you're out."
"Sorry, I didn't know the rule," Chucky bowed his head in apology and left the room.
Clay didn't allow psychedelics in the clubhouse because when people started to hallucinate, it made them unpredictable and potentially dangerous. Members could use them, just not at the clubhouse or on club business. Guests got kicked out the first time and permanently kicked out the second time.
Happy and Sack got an unresponsive Tig to his feet. Sack held him upright while Happy took Tig's knife from his waist.
"No gun," Happy said.
"Good."
With Happy on one side and Sack on the other, they walked Tig out of the chapel his feet skimming the ground, Tig's head lolling on his neck.
Clay brought the gavel down ending the meeting. He wasn't pleased. Jax's move to involve the MC in flipping houses was against everything the club stood for. It was supposed to be outlaw and they should make money in outlaw activities only. Jax had argued that they could invest this money that was not earning them anything and make some money in a few months.
It wasn't just that he didn't like the club getting involved in flipping houses; he didn't like Jax taking the lead on money making enterprises for the club. Jax had rubbed salt in his wounds by reminding the club that it was his idea to rent houses for their warehouse and gun assembly operation and that's why they had money to invest. He still didn't like not owning the actual land they used, but so far there hadn't been any problems. And that was a problem too.
Jax was getting a little too successful and providing leadership when that was his job. He and Tig voted against Jax's little plan and the rest of the shitheads had voted to get into house flipping with his old lady's father. Every single one of them had betrayed him except Tig. This could be very dangerous.
There was always an agreement that Jax would remain VP until he stepped down when his hands prevented him from riding. He figured he had at most two years. That meant he had to make as much money as he could before that happened. If Jax challenged him for the gavel, that could be a disaster for him and Gemma.
Clay had one hope; that the house flipping would be a disaster resulting in Jax's humiliation. That would show the guys that Jax wasn't ready to lead and his position as president would be secure. If Jax succeeded, the win could go to his already inflated head and he could challenge him for the gavel and he just might have the votes to become president.
Sometimes he hated his stepson and tonight was one of those times. There was no way he was going to lose the gavel to Jax. He didn't care what he had to do to secure his future.