Teen Mom: SAMCRO Edition

Chapter Eleven: Avery

It was after midnight and Avery was still awake, waiting for him when Opie finally joined her in their bed.

"You okay, Daddy?" She rolled over to face him. He seemed so tense.

"Not really, baby girl," he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I just found out that the club I know is a lie."

"What are you talking about?" Opie loved the club so his words didn't make any sense to his wife.

"Clay killed Jax's old man."

Avery immediately sat up in bed and turned on the bedside lamp. "Okay, you need to explain...now. My sister is married into that family."

"Kristina and Gemma found an old manuscript written by JT Teller in storage." Opie sat up beside her. "In it, JT says he wants to get out of the gun-running business. He wanted the club to earn legit. Clay didn't and he was not so secretly in love with Gemma. JT wrote that Clay was going to kill him and make it look like an accident...in exactly the same that he really died."

Avery ran a hand over her face. "This is unreal." She knew that Kristina didn't like Clay and that Jax didn't trust him but this was unbelievable.

"I know," Opie nodded.

"What's going to happen? How is the club going to handle this?" Killing a brother was the worst crime a brother could commit.

"We're gonna vote for mayhem."

Avery knew what that meant too. A mayhem vote was a vote to execute a SAMCRO brother. The crime had to be serious and the vote had to be unanimous. Mayhem votes were rare. A brother was more likely to be excommunicated than meet the reaper.

"I think Jax wants your dad's okay for the vote too." Opie wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to cuddle up to his chest while he leaned back against the headboard. "Happy took some pictures of Clay meeting with one of the biggest gangsters on the West Coast. He's double-crossing both the club and your father."

The rush of anger that went through Avery left her feeling like her blood might actually be boiling, as cliché as it sounded. "When is this vote happening?"

"When your family comes to town for Thanksgiving." Opie kissed her temple.

Avery's heart sank. "We have to pretend for the next two weeks? We're expected to act like Clay didn't betray our family and the club in the worst way?" She wasn't sure she could handle that. She was a Corinthos. Be definition she had a big mouth.

"As fucked up as it sounds, year," Opie's voice was hesitant.

"You have to be friggin' kidding me," Avery huffed.

"Baby girl, look at me."

Avery didn't lift her head from his chest but she did tilt it up to look at him as he had asked.

"Clay cannot know that we know," he told her seriously. "He can't know that this vote is coming or he'll run and all hell will break loose."

Avery sighed. "I'll keep my mouth shut, I promise. Although I may avoid the clubhouse when I know he's around so I can keep that promise."

"Understandable," he leaned down and gently kissed her. "Thanks, baby girl."

Avery rolled her eyes. "You're so lucky that I love you."

"Don't I know it," Opie smirked.