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Chapter 567 Red Right Hand

Tig had done a lot of underhanded and illegal shit for Clay over the years, but for the first time, he was worried about talking to him. He wasn't sure how he was going to take it when he told him that he'd investigated Mickey Smith against his orders. Ideally, Clay would express gratitude that he'd found out Mickey had been lying to them, but Clay was part of that lie and that was going to be the tricky part.

Tig went over and over it in his mind and couldn't come up with a valid reason that Clay would lie for Mickey. What got under his skin was the way the guy had made himself at home in the clubhouse. Hell, he practically spent every waking moment at the clubhouse wearing what had to be his fake cut from the Bangor charter he wasn't patched into.

If Tig brought the truth about Mickey to the table, he would be blindsiding Clay and that was an act of disloyalty that Clay would never forgive. It could even cause Clay to lose the gavel or maybe even his patch. On the other hand, if the guys found out the truth about Mickey and he was the one that is supposed to vet all new members, he would be up shit creek with his brothers. He was in a no win situation. Shit! Shit! Shit! He should have listened to Clay and not investigated Smith. Fuck Clay. This was his fault for lying about Smith.

And he still hadn't figured out what was going on with his life and what was going on between him and Jax. Why did his life have to be such a screwed up mess? He'd tried to get Chucky to get him some more mushrooms, but he refused. Clay was responsible for that too.

He waited until the end of the day Thursday before telling Clay he needed to talk to him in the chapel. As they entered the clubhouse both put on their cuts that were kept on a peg just inside the door because you can't enter the clubhouse without your cut even if you are the president and the SA and the guys didn't wear their cuts while working.

Clay gave him a sour look as he put on his cut and led him into the chapel. Tig was already uneasy. He had a gut feeling this meeting wasn't going to go well, but he had his job to do.

"What is it?" Clay demanded impatiently.

"I know you told me not to look into Mickey Smith, but it's my duty as SA so I had to do it," Tig began.

Clay scowled at Tig.

"You need to learn to do what you are fucking told."

"I did my job and it's a damned good thing I did," Tig said hotly. "I checked out Mickey Smith. He's some 400 pound bald guy with a prosthetic left arm."

Clay stared at Tig as he drummed his fingers on the table.

"Do you want to keep your right hand seat?"

Tig looked stunned at this sudden turn of events. He knew Clay wouldn't be happy with him but now he was threatening to take away his SA patch.

"My job is to protect this club," Tig said. "That's what I was doing. I know Mickey Smith isn't who you say he is."

"Happy has always wanted that SA patch," Clay mused. "He was a damned fine SA when he was in the Nomads."

"I am doing my job to protect this club," Tig repeated. "Who the hell is that guy really?"

Clay stood up and slammed his hand down so hard on the table that he grimaced in pain.

"It's none of your fucking concern. I am personally vouching for him. What you need to know is that he isn't a Fed, a cop or any kind of law enforcement. He is a personal friend of mine. I think after all the shit I've done for this club, I've earned this right."

"You can't just have someone here pretending he's a member if he isn't a member," Tig insisted.

"I can have any damned thing I want because I am the president. You keep your fucking mouth shut about Mickey. You got that?" Clay asked pointing his finger at Tig.

"Yeah, sure," Tig said. Clay left Tig.

Tig knew that wasn't going to go well, but it went even worse than he'd thought possible. Clay was hiding something, but what? Was it possible that Clay was in bed with the cops? Maybe they had some kind of leverage on him.

He didn't like to think that Clay would sell out the MC, but after the way he reacted, he wasn't so sure. Something was going to have to be done about Mickey. Maybe he should kill him.

Tig decided he really needed to take a trip out to the Wahewa and score some mushrooms. Maybe a little trip would help him sort out everything that was going to hell in his life.

An escape from reality was exactly what he needed.

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The chapter title is a reference to the Nick Cave song Red Right Hand that is used in all the Scream movies except Scream 4. I was looking at the Scream fanfics because I kind of want to write a horror story. Some of those fanfics have Billy and Sidney together. Very unhealthy. Taming Ava is weeks away from completion but I am committed to devoting more time to this poor neglected story and the Scream fandom isn't that large-still I have a great idea for a story. Just trying to say no to a new story.