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Chapter 617 Moo

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Mickey's face was pale both from his injuries and from having to face all the bikers he'd nearly killed. And then there was the way Jax was looking at him. There was such a look of fury in Jax's eyes, every single member of SAMCRO's blood ran cold and they were all happy they were not Mickey Smith.

"You fucking almost wiped out the entire club," Jax shouted.

"It wasn't my fault," Mickey whined. "Damn bike malfunctioned, I hit a pothole and an oil slick."

"And the dog ate his homework," Chibs chimed in and everyone but Mickey laughed.

Jax waited until the laugher died down. Despite laughing along with his brothers, he was still furious with Mickey but he was also laser focused on getting the MC out of this mess with its reputation intact.

"Here's the story you're going to tell. A white pick-up came up behind us and began swerving and hitting us. That's it. If you get asked, that's the story and it is all you remember."

"I get it," Mickey said. He had been around the MC life long enough to know that it would humiliate the club if the truth got out and it would make him look even worse. He would tell Jax's story.

"Take his cut," Jax ordered.

"You can't do that," Mickey protested. "You're not in my chapter."

"Your chapter doesn't exist, but it there's anyone else left alive from your chapter, they can come and kick our asses."

"You have to vote."

"I move we strip Mickey's patch," Jax said.

"I second," everyone said in unison.

"I vote yes," Jax said ignoring Mickey. SAMCRO all voted yes in the swiftest vote in club history.

"Take it, Bobby and Chibs," Jax ordered. Chibs and Bobby looked slightly less injured then the others. Bobby and Chibs grabbed a struggling Mickey.

"You don't have a full table," Mickey yelled. "You don't have the authority."

"Tig and Clay proxied their votes." Jax handed Clay's cut and Mickey's cut to Miles and told him to take them to the van. "Chibs you and Ope hold him. Piney, you and Sack punch him for us. Most of us are too injured. I'd do it myself, but I think I might have busted a couple of ribs," Jax said. "Punch for all of us."

The guys closed the circle around Mickey. Piney may have been the oldest member, but he was large and still strong despite needing oxygen to breathe. He balled up his fist and hit Mickey square in the stomach causing him to double over. Everyone cheered.

"Haven't done that in awhile," Piney said a big grin on his face. "It felt damned good. Your turn Sack."

Sack was a boxing champ from his time in the military. He gave Mickey a devastating series of punches that left him crumpled and on the ground. The sound of sirens in the distance interrupted the beat down.

"Quick, kick his ass down the hill," Jax told Piney and Sack and then send his bike after him. We had better never see your face in the clubhouse again or ever see you wearing a Sons patch."

"I'll pay for all the damage to the bikes and your medical," Mickey said desperate to avoid being thrown down the hill.

"Put him away from where Tig landed," Jax ordered, "and you will damned well pay for our medical and bike repairs you son of a bitch."

Sack and Piney dragged Mickey to the guardrail. Sack gave him a mighty kick to the ass, sending him tumbling down the hill. Every member of SAMCRO cheered including hang arounds Phil and Miles.

"I really wanted to be part of the beat down," Happy said sadly.

"This is only part one," Jax assured him. "We're not done with Mickey Smith, not by a long shot."

"Mayhem vote?" Happy asked his eyes lighting up at the thought.

"We'll talk about it later," Jax said, "at church."

Sack, Piney, Chibs and Opie sent Mickey's bike tumbling down the hill landing a few yards away from him. It was a shame to do that to such a beautiful bike, but Mickey didn't deserve a fine ride like that.

"Sack, I want you to say you are Tig's brother and his next of kin and I want you to follow the ambulance to the hospital and then watch over him. If he starts talking about MC confidential business, I need you to shut him up."

"How?"

"Get him to talk about something else or if you have to, knock him the fuck out. I don't want him running his mouth about the MC."

"You got it, Jax."

"Miles, tell Phil the official story in case anyone asks. Get all the helmets from the bikes and put them in the van. Stay with the bikes until the flatbed gets here and go back to town with the flatbed. Phil can take some of us to the hospital."

"Will do. I'll get the helmets and make sure nothing else happens to the bikes."

"Good," Jax said. He mentally ran down all the things he needed to take care of before paramedics arrived and thought he'd covered everything. He knew his story of what happened wasn't perfect, but there was no perfect story and the truth wasn't going to work for the MC.

Once the ambulances arrived, Jax introduced himself to the paramedics and briefly explained what happened.

"That man is Clarence Morrow," Jax said pointing in Clay's direction. "He's married to my mother. I'll call her. Where are you taking him?"

"San Joaquin Regional Medical Center," a paramedic with one of the ambulances said. "Do you know if he has any drug allergies or if he's on any medication?"

"He is highly allergic to morphine. Fell off a ladder putting up Christmas lights and the morphine they gave him at the hospital damned near killed him," Jax replied. "He sometimes gets steroid injections to his hands but that's all the meds he's on."

"The morphine info is extremely helpful. Thanks," the paramedic said. "How long will it take your mother to get to the hospital?"

"At least a half hour. Her name is Gemma Morrow."

"OK. I'll let the hospital know." He turned and left. The ambulance went screaming away.

"We've got a guy that went over the guard rail."

"The fire department is on its way. It's too steep for us to go down to check on him."

"One of my guys checked on him and said he's unconscious but he's alive."

The fire department rolled up with its sirens on. Jax quickly explained about Tig flying over the guard rail. He deliberately didn't mention Mickey. They would find him soon enough. He wanted Tig rescued first. If he had his way, he'd leave Mickey there.

Jax turned his attention to the paramedics checking out the guys.

"We have a van with us. We can transport everyone to the hospital," Jax told paramedics.

"None of you appear critical but you all need your wounds cleaned and stitched. The guy with the broken arm should come with us."

Jax bit back a smile. Happy in an ambulance wasn't going to work out well for the paramedics, but his arm looked bad.

"OK, here's the deal with the guy with the broken arm. His name is Happy Lowman."

"Happy?"

"Yeah, that's what happens when a fifteen year old girl names her kid and no one tells her "no". Don't make fun of his name or he will raise hell. He doesn't cope well with IVs and needles. Hide the needles so he can't see them before you inject him. You might want to give him a paralytic so he doesn't cause chaos in the ambulance."

"He's really that bad?" one of the paramedic's asked skeptically.

"Yeah," Jax said nodding his head, "and tie his arms down if you don't paralyze him or he'll try to rip the IV out. He might also try to escape from the ambulance. Medical stuff makes him a little crazy and I think he might have a concussion."

"We'll take him to San Joaquin General. That's where you should all go."

"We want to wait until our guy that went over the hill gets rescued and then we'll leave."

"We're going to take Happy now."

"OK. Good luck with that. When he gets wound up, he has almost superhuman strength," Jax warned.

The paramedic sprinted to the ambulance as they were trying to load a protesting Happy inside. Happy was going to have a good time with the ambulance crew if they didn't knock him out or paralyze him.

Jax thought about sticking Sack or Juice with calling Gemma but that would be cowardly. He thought about texting her, but she'd end up calling him. No, he was going to have this conversation.

"Miles, get my phone out of my cut,"

Miles jogged over to the van and quickly came back with Jax's phone.

"Thanks," Jax said taking the phone from him.

He looked at his phone and wasn't surprised it was still in working. He'd gotten a sturdy case for his personal smart phone. Also, he'd gone down on the opposite side from where his phone and gun were tucked into the pockets of his cut.

"It's me," Jax said.

"You couldn't have gotten anywhere by now."

"There was a pick-up truck that smashed its way through the run. Most of us are injured but OK. Clay took a hard hit. His leg looks broken but he's alive and he's on his way to San Joa's Medical Center. You need to get down there."

"Did you tell them about his allergy?"

"I did. I think he'll be in the hospital for a few days."

"I'll see you there."

"No, I'm heading with the guys to San Joa General. That's where we were told to go. Keep me updated on Clay, but I need to go now and help out."

"How bad is he?" Gemma asked for once there was anxiety in her voice.

"I don't know. It depends on if he has internal injuries. I don't know anymore and I need to go. Bye," Jax said ending the call.

Tig was hoisted up the hill in a basket stretcher mooing at the top of his lungs. The guys laughed. Jax signaled to Sack to come over.

"Where's the prince?" Tig demanded. "I need the prince."

Jax walked Sack over to the paramedics loading Tig inside the ambulance.

"There's Prince Charming," Tig shouted trying to point at Jax.

"We're taking the head case to San Joa General," the paramedic in charge said.

"He's had some previous concussions," Jax explained. "His name is Alexander Trager. No allergies. He's not on any medication. This is his brother Kip. He wants to follow you guys to the hospital and be with his brother."

"That's fine," the paramedic said.

"I'll get my bike," Kip said.

Tig began making the sound of the siren as it sped off.

Jax wondered which was worse Happy fighting the ambulance crew or Tig's imitating the siren at the top of his lungs. It was going to be a long drive for both crews.

"OK guys, let's go get stitched up," Jax said.

Mickey Smith was being hauled up in his basket stretcher as the guys piled into the van and drove past him. They flipped him off as they drove past but the gesture was lost on Mickey who was unconscious and the guys were inside the van and he wouldn't have been able to see them anyway.

"Well, Chibs, was that how you planned for the ride to go?" Jax asked.

"Aye," Chibs replied.

The guys laughed until they groaned from the pain.

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Author's Note:

I would like to thank bubbleg3 for her reviews. Thank you. Glad you are enjoying the story. I normally PM review writers but you have your PM function turned off.