Jax's POV
Walking into the common/sleeping area of the prison with Chibs, Tig and Opie by my side, we spotted a group of black men heading towards us which we gathered that they belong to Damon Pope. Getting ready for a fight to break out between us, a group of Mexican men stood in front of us and ordered the man that this shit isn't going to happen which left them to back off. Once the men started to walk away, the leader of the Mexican group claimed that we were under their protection which I spoke my thanks to them.
Heading over to where we will be sleeping, we placed ourselves on our beds as we began talking about current club business without other inmates hearing.
"Pope finds out brown has our back, he's gonna find other ways to hurt us." Chibs stated
"Aryans" I replied looking around the room
"Yeah. And the guards. All these greedy bastards are on the take." Chibs commented
"Teller. Let's go. With me." The guard called out, pulling my attention away from Chibs.
"For what?" I asked
"Shut your mouth and get your ass out here." The guard ordered
Removing myself from the bed, Chibs softly patted me on the shoulder before I headed over to the guard before he lead me out of the room and into an office room, which the commander ordered me to come into the room where I found Pope sitting on the couch leaving a look of confusion to appear on my face. Sitting down on the seat that was placed in front of the couch, Pope just stared at me for a moment as the guard left us in the room alone.
"Relax. Just here to talk" Pope ordered as he spotted me looking around the room
"Yeah? Is that what you told Tig's girl before you set her on fire?" I harshly asked
"Let's not discuss the tragedy of dead girls. That's an argument you'd lose." Pope calmly replied
"Look, I tried to reach out to you. Somehow make this right. What the hell do you want, man?" I asked again in the same calm manner that Pope spoke in.
"You were able to get protection inside. Profitable relationships with the Galindo Cartel. Real IRA, guns, coke. You guys are too smart, too, uh, ambitious." Pope stated
"For a bunch of white-trash bikers?" I questioned
"To kill. Now, I know you're not dealing the coke, you're mulling it. What's your end? You don't think I'll find out?" Pope questioned back
"A hundred per shipment." I replied
"Now 50 of that is mine." Pope ordered
"That's not gonna happen without a--" I shook my head
"This is not a discussion. This is about you learning how to survive. Now, Trager, he stays inside for the rest of his life. I'll make sure he's treated accordingly. This way, every time I think about my daughter, I know where he is and what's being done to him. I need a dead Son for the Niner and the cop you killed. It maintains my relationships. I don't care who. The commander knows about it, he'll set it up. When that happens, witnesses are no longer witnesses and you get out to earn." Pope claimed
"Come on, man. I'm not just gonna kill on of my guys." I scoffed
"Yes, you are. Before the next guard shift. The cost of doing battle." Pope spoke as he got up from his seat and headed towards the door.
"I'm not going to war." I replied
"You're already in it, son." Pope claimed
Before getting to say anything further on the matter, Pope opens the door and leaves the room while I am still sat on the chair that I was placed on. Letting out a low huff, I knew that Pope wasn't going to let this go and it was going to end with one of us dead. Not long after Pope left, I was being escorted out of the room by a guard and gestured back into the yard where the rest of the inmates are.
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The Mechanic
FanfictionLetty Milkovich grew up around the club. It's all she has known. All the guys joked saying she is Happy's old lady. But they both claim that they are just friends. What will happen when Letty becomes Happy's old lady?