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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 306 War is just a Hobby
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Jax was pleased with the way the meeting was going. He reached up and scratched his head. There was a single braid tucked away under his hair so it would be unseen. He knew the braid was Scarlett's way of letting him know she was with him. She had become the center of his heart and he was good with that.
This was one of the rare times when he and Clay were in perfect sync playing off each other exactly as they planned. They agreed the peace plan was too good to pass up. Sometimes war was the best choice, but sometimes there were other ways to hurt their enemies and take revenge besides spilling their blood.
"He needs to send a message to any brother club that an attack on the Sons will be meant with swift death. He wipes out the Calaveras Lodi or we do. The president of the national chapter Nero Padillo will make sure every Mayan charter understands that any dead Son at the hands of a Mayan will be punished by death from the Mayans," Clay said. "Padillo personally assured me that he's all about peace."
"That shows a true commitment to peace," Jax added, "but it's still not enough."
"I told Alvarez that," Clay said puffing out his chest a little as he drew a deep lungful of cigar. "We've all been having problems getting all the Irish whiskey we need. It turns out that the Mayans have a source nearby. They will deliver orders to us and it's a cheaper product that is comparable. Jax and I checked out the stock and spoke with the supplier."
"What about the Irish?" Chibs asked.
"We can still buy from them when they have stock or wait until they have stock. They've been raising prices in addition to having stock shortages. For them it's a crusade. For us it's a business," Jax said. "This is an alternative not an exclusive source. You are perfectly free to buy products or not."
Clay had the Irish relationships and if the Irish lost Sons business, it could cause some problems. That was going to be Clay's area. All he could see was dollar signs when Alvarez finally offered up a new gun pipeline. He'd sell the Irish out in a heartbeat.
Clay's hands were going and if he wanted to retire with the amount of money it was going to take to support Gemma, he needed an exit strategy that would let him earn big over the next year or two that he had left. This Mayan gun pipeline could not have come at a better time.
"There's another big incentive," Clay said. "Whether or not charters buy from the new supplier, if we agree not to kill any Mayans and the only two bodies we drop are the two Calaveras Lodi, they will not sell whiskey where our charters sell whiskey. They are moving out of that business."
This was good news that was greeted by stunned silence. Most of the charters sold guns. Losing a competitor would put more money in their pockets. This was a great deal if real.
"For all their trouble the Mayans wanted 30% over cost," Clay said.
"That's too high," Jax said.
The room erupted in shouts of agreement.
"I negotiated the agreement to 5% over cost the first year. In a year if they don't kill a Son, that will go to 7.5% and stay there if things are going well," Clay said.
"What are we going to get if we go to war?" Jax asked. "We'll spill some Mayan blood. How many do we kill? How many is enough?"
Happy was counting on this fingers taking Jax's question seriously. He finally gave up.
"How about until we feel good?" Happy suggested.
"And how many will we lose? How many old ladies are going to be raising your kids with another old man? We hurt the Mayans entire charter when they become our delivery service. We have this fuck up by Alvarez and all the Mayan charters will pay and we all will profit," Jax said.
"What if Alvarez goes back on the deal or if this is temporary?" Bobby asked.
"It's been approved by the Mayans. They know we are stronger, tougher and outnumber them. In a war, we would destroy them. Our strength and reputation are making the Mayans give up without a fight," Clay said.
"And that's a prize we've earned through all the blood we've spilled over the life of this MC," Jax added.
Everyone cheered realizing the truth in both Clay and Jax's words.
"What if a Son kills a Mayan?" Happy asked.
"Why would that happen?" Clay asked.
Happy shrugged.
"Shit happens," he said.
Some of the men laughed thinking it was a joke. Those that knew Happy, knew it wasn't a joke.
"Be more careful brother," Jax warned with an edge in his voice. "This is the wrong time to be careless."
"This will bring in a new era of peace and prosperity and we owe it to the stupidity and poor negotiating of the Mayans. I move we approve this peace deal with the Mayans," Clay said.
"I second it," Jax replied.
"Yea."
All of them with one exception shouted "Yea," loudly with enthusiasm.
Clay slammed the gavel down on the best SOA meeting in the MC's history.
"I'll call Alvarez and Padillo. They are waiting for our vote."
Happy could not bring himself to vote for a peace treaty. It was philosophical. Peace was always wrong in his book. He made a mental note "no more killing Mayans until further notice". He was not happy about this, but he was a soldier and he would follow orders.
He remembered that there was a bounty on the two Calaveras Lodi pieces of shit that tried to kill his brothers. He needed to get those pics sent to his phone ASAP! He was going hunting soon. Yes!
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The Next Chapter has the SURPRISE!