The Son of the Reaper ~ Sons of Anarchy

Chapter 9

Clayton

"Fuck." CJ groaned as he slapped away another mosquito. "Can we please hurry this-" He was cut off by the two nut jobs firing the AK-47s they were trying to sell them. It was Piney's connection to these guys that brought them here, so Jax and CJ went with the old bastard to make sure the deal went through.

"You okay selling these guys five Aks?" Jax asked Piney.

"Yeah. Nate... he just hangs out with these survivalist cats." Piney explained. "Bunch of crazy old guys playing... I don't know, capture the flag or something."

"With Aks?" CJ asked as the young man with Nate fired off a few more rounds.

Piney ignored him and took a big huff from his oxygen tank. "I wanted to thank you two for, uh, peeling a few free so I could, uh, let this happen."

"No problem. Piney." Jax said, while CJ slapped another damn mosquito. "CJ doesn't mind either." CJ huffed but said nothing as the three walked towards the two loons holding Russian firearms.

Nate chuckled and took a puff from his cigar, he was an old man like Piney, but where Piney took his retirement well by starting a family and getting fat, Nate decided to 'relive' the glory days of the war. He's heard Piney talk about the war a few times and it seemed that he was one of the lucky ones since he could handle life out of uniform. Nate doesn't seem so lucky.

"Those Russians make a hell of a gun." Nate says. "I'll give him that."

"Yeah." The young man said, less excitedly as he passed a small envelope full of money to Jax.

Jax opened it and counted it quickly, only to grimace and look at the young man walking away. "Hey!" Jax called out, making the man stop. "Looks like you're about five thousand light."

"I thought we were getting the family discount." The man said, looking at Nate. CJ turned to the old men who were looking at each other as well.

"You are." Jax said. "Ten grand."

"I know damn well these guns go for a grand on the street." The man said, fidgeting a little which made CJ nervous.

"When was the last time you were on the street, Junior?" CJ asked, getting the attention off of his brother and onto him. "If you wanted to pay a grand for knock off shit, you would have went there, instead we come here, offer you a discount, and you still try to fuck us over?"

"Russ, we had a deal." Piney said to the young man. "Give them the rest of the goddamn money."

"Pay him." Russ said to Nate who pulled out another envelope and passed it to CJ. "Here you go. Sorry man." He then turned to Piney and shook his hand. "Hey, thanks, Piney. I-- I'll be seeing you. "

"Yeah, Nate." Piney nodded. When Nate walked away, Piney called out to him. "Hey, you take it easy, brother."

...

After the deal was done, Jax and CJ rode back to the garage to meet with Clay. They met at the parking lot and walked towards the office. "How'd this morning go?" Clay asked.

"Jarheads were dicks, but made Piney happy." Jax said. "I think it's cool."

"Any tails?"

"Nah." CJ shook his head before scratching a mosquito bite. "Doubled back three times. No one followed us." As they made it to the office, a semi-truck carrying oil barrels rolled into the lot, most likely the rest of the stock from Indian Hills. "Looks like the rest of the AKs are here."

"Call the Niners." Clay told Jax. "I'm sure Laroy will be thrilled his new Russian firepower's here a day early."

Jax pulled out his phone while Clay went into the garage to talk with Gemma, CJ meanwhile, walked into the office where Alice was organizing some paperwork. "Hey, babe." CJ greeted while kissing the top of her head. "What are you doing?"