The Son of the Reaper ~ Sons of Anarchy

Chapter 6

Clayton

"The next time this gavel slams down... will be the last for the Devil's Tribe." Clay says while standing at the head of the table. The entire Devil's Tribe were sitting at the table while the Sons were standing around the bar. As soon as Clay walked in it was immediate talk of business. All the girls were upstairs in their own room, while the men talked business. "History between our clubs. Jury and John Teller were in the same platoon in Nam. Needle's brother's a twenty-year member of our Fresno charter. We have a deep respect for one another. Now... it's time to become brothers. I know some of you look forward to wearing the reaper. Others of you are afraid of it. That's a choice each man will have to make."

Clay nodded to Jax who walked over with a cut. It was almost exactly like the ones they were wearing, except it said Nevade instead of California on the back. "From this point on, we're family." Clay continued. "Indian Hills, Nevada charter, Sons of Anarchy. Congratulations." Clay handed the gavel back to Jury. "It is my personal hope that every one of you wears this cut. I know you got a lot to talk about. I'll leave you to your business."

Clay walked towards the front door and the club followed him out in silence. They waited around the parking lot as the Devil's Tribe discussed what they wanted. "Where's Tig and Juice?" CJ asked.

"Transporting the guns here." Happy said. "That's why we're here." Happy gestured to the other Nomads and prospects.

"How do you think this thing will play out?" Jax asked Clay.

"Half, maybe more will stay." Clay said. "And that pack will thin out once the Mayans come a-knockin'. Which will be real soon."

"Shouldn't we stay then?" CJ asked. "You know... make sure we don't lose our investment."

"And Jury doesn't die." Jax said, side eyeing CJ.

"That too." CJ nodded.

"We can't leave these guys with no backup." Jax looked back to Clay. "Vegas can hang."

"Indian Hills is gonna have to learn how to protect their own ground." Clay tells them. "Best way to thin out a herd."

"Herd's already pretty thin, dad." CJ pointed out. "We should be here for Jury when shit goes down."

"I ain't worried about Jury." Clay says nonchalantly. "He can handle himself." Suddenly the door opened and three of the Devil's Tribe members walked out fuming. One threw his jean cut on the ground and stomped on it before getting on their motorcycles and riding off. "Looks like the vote's in, huh?"

They all walked back into the club house and saw the former Devil's Tribe members standing around the table. Jury turned towards Clay and gave a small nod. "We're in." The rest of the men around murmur in agreement.

Clay nodded and walked over to the wall where a banner of the Devil's Tribe was hung up. Clay ripped it down while Jax took off Jury's cut and gave him the leather reaper. CJ walked over with a can of spray paint Clay brought with him and sprayed SOA on the black wall.

After that, all hell broke loose. The music was blaring, food and alcohol were passed around, as well as the women. CJ sat in the corner again alone. He watched from a distance as Bobby poured vodka in a girl's belly button and sucked it up, he watched Jax get a lap dance from the girl he picked up from the gas station and his father talking to Jury at the bar.

"Ah so you're into watching." He looked up and saw Cherry standing at the head of the table with two beers in hand and a kind smile.

"I thought I scared you off." CJ said. He moved over and leaned against the wall.