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Chapter 641 Clay Meets with Buck

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Clay was a man of action even on crutches. While Gemma was at TM, he called Buck Jeffers to come visit him. Buck was sure that Clay was going to tell him he was welcome at the clubhouse now. He sure as hell wasn't going to set foot inside the clubhouse until Clay told him it was OK because he didn't want the MC to kick his ass again. Once was more than enough.

Getting beat up and getting shoved down a hill did surprising little damage to Buck. It wasn't as bad as getting hit by a car or swept by the city's crazed street sweeper. As injuries go, he was in pretty good shape. No broken bones just some aches and pains and scratches, but he'd gotten off pretty easy.

"How are you feeling?" Buck asked after Clay let him into the house and they took up seats around the kitchen table.

"Not bad. This damned cast is a pain in the ass."

"Yeah, I hear you. It's strange how it is to start walking again after you've been in a cast. Almost like learning to walk again."

"Great something wonderful to look forward to," Clay said. Buck looked at him sharply detecting sarcasm in Clay's voice.

"So, why am I here? Can I go back to the clubhouse finally?"

"There's a little problem with that," Clay admitted. "It's Jax. He doesn't want you back. The others follow him. There's nothing I can do."

Buck's face flushed with anger.

"You are the damned president. You don't take orders from a kid VP. You tell him to get on board and let me back in the clubhouse."

Clay sucked in his breath and paused to control his temper.

"The problem is he has a lot of influence. They listen to him and the guys are pissed because they blame you for all their injuries and the damage to all their bikes."

"They have insurance and I'll pay their deductible as a show of good will. It was an accident caused by a bad road and a huge oil spill," Buck explained. "It wasn't my fault. It could have happened to anyone. It just happened to me. That's all."

"Doesn't matter. The guys are still recovering from that accident and it would be unwise for you to even think about coming to the clubhouse now. Give them some time to heal and I think I can get you back into in the clubhouse and get your cut back if something can be done about Jax."

"Like what? You want me to talk to him? You think that would help?"

"No, he'd probably try to kick your ass even if he is still recovering from his injuries. No, there needs to be a more permanent solution before you can return to the clubhouse."

"And what is that?" Buck asked suspiciously. He didn't like the way this conversation was going and he sure as hell didn't trust Clay.

"If Jax were to die, you would be back in the clubhouse. I could get the guys to go along with it without the little prince stirring up opposition."

Jeffers frowned giving that some thought.

"That doesn't seem likely to happen. Jax is young and seems healthy."

"I need you to help him have an accident or stage a drive by shooting and take him out."

"You want me to kill Jax."

"Yeah. It will get you back in the clubhouse. I can guarantee it."

"I've done some bad shit in my day, but I would never kill a brother. There's no way I'm going to kill Jax. As far as me getting back in the clubhouse, that's a you problem. Fix it so I can get back in the clubhouse or you'll find yourself extradited to Texas on a capital murder charge. That's death penalty eligible and they actually execute people there."

"I really need your help with Jax. That would solve all my problems and I could pay you."

"I will not kill a brother even if he's standing in the way of my returning to the clubhouse."

Buck Jeffers got up from the table and left slamming the door behind him. He got in his car, reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He stopped his phone recording and played back a small portion. The recording quality was excellent.

Buek smiled. People always underestimated him just like Clay had today.