The Son of the Reaper ~ Sons of Anarchy

Chapter 13

Clayton

"Open the fucking gate Half Sack!" CJ roared at the top of his lungs outside the gates of the garage. The prospect lowered his gun and opened the gate, allowing CJ to ride into the lot. CJ parked in the middle of the lot, not caring about his bike at the moment and only focusing on getting Moby inside.

Clay, Gemma, and the rest of the guys walked outside to greet him, but he made no effort to get off his bike due to being exhausted. "Jesus Christ." Gemma murmured before hugging him, but his scream of pain caused her to let go. "Where?" Is all she asked.

"Shoulder." CJ said as sweat rolled down his face. "Get Moby inside. Put him in my room." Gemma nodded slowly and took the boy from the bike and carried him into the clubhouse. Before Clay could speak, CJ turned to him with a mournful look. "Neeta's dead."

Clay's eyes widened for a moment before taking CJ by the good shoulder and helping him off the bike. "We can worry about that later." Clay wrapped CJ's arm around his shoulder and helped him into the club house and onto the couch.

Looking around, CJ saw chaos. Tig was bringing weapons to Opie who was at the pool table, making sure the magazines were full and the guns were ready to fire. Bobby was walking around speaking to someone on the phone, most likely other Sons from other charters. Juice was on in the Church, looking after some bald guy who was bleeding out on the table.

"How you doin' lad?" Chibs asked, suddenly over him with a med kit in his hands.

"My arm hurts." CJ says dryly.

Chibs hummed softly and leaned CJ forward a bit. "Shite. No exit wound." Chibs leaned him back down and sat down on the coffee table in front of CJ. "Gonna need to go diggin' around in you."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, fuck." Chibs agreed before looking above CJ. "Jackie Boy! Get a belt and a bottle of Vodka."

CJ could hear Jax rushing around behind him, but CJ was too focused on the pair of scissors Chibs pulled out of the med kit. "You were a medic, right?" CJ asked and Chibs nodded.

"Five months in Her Majesty's armed forces." The Scotsmen chuckled as he cut open CJ's shirt so he could get to the wound easier. "Till I was court-martialed."

Jax walked over and put the bottle of Vodka in his hand. CJ let out a small sigh before he sipped the bottle, feeling the cold liquor against his tongue filled him with false courage. Once he's had enough, or when Chibs felt like he had had enough, he took the bottle away and placed it on the table next to him while Jax walked around the couch with the belt folded in half.

"You nervous?" Chibs asked him.

"Are you kidding?" CJ chuckled and leaned his head back. "I got shot in the head a month ago. This shit is nothing." Jax put the belt in CJ's mouth and the redhead brought his good hand up to Jax's shoulder, gripping it tightly and looking his brother in the eye. The two gave each other a nod and then Jax nodded to Chibs who moved forward and jammed the medical pliers into CJ's wound.

CJ bit into the leather belt that muffled his screams and he gripped Jax's shirt to the point it tore a little bit. Chibs tried to hurry up and get the bullet out, but the further he dug in, the more CJ's body convulsed unintentionally.

"Need some help here!" Chibs called out. Opie stopped what he was doing and walked over to help. He hovered above CJ and used his large hands to keep CJ's fucked up arm and chest in place. "Good. You're doing good, lad... Got it." Chibs yanked the pliers out, making CJ scream out in agony and then fall back into the couch. Once CJ calmed down a little bit, Jax started to pull out the belt, but Chibs stopped him and shook his head.