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Chapter 614 Blood and Mayhem on the Highway

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Buck Jeffers dreamed of this moment every single second of every single day while he was in prison. Now, he was finally tasting the sweetness of that reality. Here he was with a cut on his back, riding with SAMCRO on a brand new Harley that was the envy of every one of the guys.

He never thought he'd be out on the road again much less riding with the Sons. This was a perfect day. Well, maybe not perfect, but it was close. He could have gotten a less flashy and fancy bike, but once he saw that white beauty, riding around on a plain black bike wasn't going to happen. He had to have the white bike. Most of the guys came over to admire his bike but a few remained aloof. Normally, that wouldn't have bothered him, but Jax was one of the holdouts and he was the VP. He sensed that Jax didn't like him and he had some power in the MC. He didn't want to be kicked out just as he was getting back into the swing of things at the clubhouse.

Being back in the clubhouse brought back so many good memories of drinking and screwing crow-eaters. It was almost like all the years dropped away and he was young again raising hell in the clubhouse and having sex with as many crow-eaters as he wanted. The difference was he was keeping a low profile in the clubhouse for awhile because if he came in full force and made waves, the guys would hate him. He needed to give it a few more weeks before unleashing the true Buck Jeffers or Mickey Smith as he needed to keep reminding himself. He needed to get used to his new name. Already one of the guys had called out his new name and he hesitated and they had to call his name a second time.

He'd taken his fancy new bike around Charming, but he hadn't taken it on the road yet. The last time he'd been out on the open road on a bike was the last run they had been on. It was a toy drive. The irony wasn't lost on him. A few days later, the clubhouse had been raided.

They thought the police were too stupid to find the hidden basement they had outfitted into little girl's and little boy's bedrooms. Their clientele liked the atmosphere. They found their staff of young children performing their jobs. A few of those arrested johns were prominent Laredo citizens.

The shock waves through the community were seismic. City council members resigned, doctors and lawyers joined the city council members in prison. The cops couldn't make graft and corruption stick, but sex with a child was a much easier charge and the DA was in no mood to deal with the pedophile johns.

As far as the MC went, the cops were up their asses and they got caught with their pants down—literally in some cases with some of the little girls. Most of the guns they got caught with were legal.

The worst part was the way the charters reacted. When the occasional charter got busted, the others pitch in to help with legal costs and they sent out statements of support. Not this time. There were fucking crickets and not a dime for their defense.

Turned out Sons of Anarchy Laredo had discovered even outlaw bikers were not down with sex trafficking children. Who knew that was their red line? They were stripped of their charter. The Dallas and Austin chapters didn't just trash their clubhouse, they burnt it to the ground making sure there was nothing left that could associate the Sons as a motorcycle club with their wayward charter. That was a hardcore beat down of their entire charter.

The Sons also wouldn't give them any protection when they got sent to prison, so they had no choice but to hang with the Aryan Brotherhood. It was simple survival and even the AB wasn't enthusiastic about accepting child sex traffickers as members, but they needed numbers.

In addition to torching their clubhouse, they did a revisionist version of the Sons history deleting all mention of the Laredo charter. Everything had been wiped from the Sons website. He'd checked once he was inside. As far as the Sons were concerned the Laredo chapter never existed.

He'd secretly cooperated and gotten a lighter sentence. If the Sons knew he'd ratted, he'd be a dead man and the AB wouldn't have lifted a finger to help him. Hell, they would have helped because being a rat was a death sentence. As far as the Laredo members were concerned, they thought he was just being Lucky Bucky Jeffers and managed to get off with a lighter sentence.

Did he feel bad about his brothers still locked up? No. Not even the tiniest twinge of guilt. He hadn't liked the sex trafficking of women much less kids. It was wrong plain and simple, but the guys outvoted him and those little kids were bringing in top tier money. There was no way the guys were going to listen to him and shut that down. If they had listened to him, their asses wouldn't be in jail and up for grabs.

He'd forgotten how physically demanding riding a big bike was. As they rode through town, he forgot about the discomfort as his chest swelled with pride. He was back where he belonged in a Sons MC riding with his brothers on a run. The downside was he was in the back behind everyone which meant he was eating a lot of bike fumes.

Chibs' planned route called for them to travel along a highway that used to be the main north south route until the freeway was built causing the businesses built along the highway to go under. A few hardy ones survived, but many closed up and went out of business or risked it all by locating closer to the freeway. There were a few bars and diners broken up by closed and boarded over businesses.

Mickey would have enjoyed looking at the scenery, but he had to focus on the ride. He'd taken his new bike all over town but this was its first road trip compounding the difficulty he was riding in formation with the guys. It was easy to keep up on the streets of Charming, but this highway riding was tricky.

It was a four lane highway with two lanes in each direction separated by a small grass median. Before the freeway, drunk drivers regularly crossed over into oncoming traffic. It hadn't been fixed because the freeway was coming and adding a proper reinforced median to prevent accidents would have cost too much. The families of those killed needlessly would have argued their loved ones were worth more than the savings the government spent in wasteful ways.

On the other side was a guardrail and a grassy hill. Houses perched along the ridge, but the grassy hill adjacent to the highway and the bottom were empty. There was a drainage ditch at the bottom, but thanks to California's most recent drought, it was dry as a bone.

The guys increased their speed to 80 miles an hour. Lucky found himself struggling to keep up which meant that Sack was behind him as was the van. He needed to keep up or he wouldn't be allowed to ride with the guys again.

He was trying out the bike's cruise control when he realized he needed to go much faster. He clicked off cruise control and gave the bike a little too much gas. He hit a pothole that all the other bikes managed to avoid. Bobby's bike backfired loudly startling him. And he hit a patch of fresh oil that the others missed. It really wasn't his fault when he lost control of his bike.

He skidded on the oil and began swerving wildly as he fought to regain control of the heavy bike sending riders dodging to avoid him. Everyone went down hard except Piney on his trike and Sack who was behind Mickey. One rider went over the guardrail tumbling down the hill.

Worse another rider veered across the grass median, lost control and laid his bike down into the path of an oncoming Humvee.

Mickey suspected that although this mayhem on the highway wasn't his fault, the MC wasn't going to see it that way.

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If you are seeing a picture of a motorcycle crash for the image, I created this with Co-pilot MS's AI program. It wouldn't do a motorcycle crash so I asked for motorcycles napping. It put in bodies or people "napping" on its own.

The Laredo mentioned in this story is not based on reality. I've spent the night in Laredo and it seemed like a perfectly nice town. I've made up the sex trafficking and all the corruption. I have no knowledge of any wrong doing or sex trafficking in the city. I made it all up. I don't want anyone to think that the city was a cesspool of child sex trafficking and prominent people were involved.

The accident described may or may not be realistic. I try to stick to real life but there are certain things, I just have to imagine and make up and that's the case with this crash and any medical issues that come from it.