The Son of the Reaper ~ Sons of Anarchy

Chapter 14

Clayton

It was less than an hour after Gemma and Tig left that the cavalry arrived. Dozens of Sons came riding through the front gate with Happy leading the charge. CJ was outside to greet them all with hugs and handshakes while a few of the Crow Eaters got a shit ton of food ready for them all.

Moby hasn't left the room at all, not that CJ blamed the poor kid. He's been through a lot, and hearing dozens of people outside the room probably isn't the best thing for him to deal with right now.

CJ was sitting at the bar, shooting the shit with Happy when Tig came back in with a duffle bag full of supplies and an angry scowl on his face. CJ immediately got up and walked with him to the back room. "Where's Jax?"

Tig grunted and opened the door. "He was at Tara's. Getting some head while we were dealing with this shit."

CJ wasn't sure how accurate that statement was since Tig has been dealing with his own shit with Jax, but the mad man was angry and it had to be for a reason. "And Tara?"

"No idea." Tig said as he placed the duffle bag next to Chibs. Juice still had his finger plugging up the Irishman's new asshole and the two looked exhausted. "Can you deal with it?"

"Yeah." Chibs said tiredly.

"Bullshit." CJ mumbled. "I'll call Jax and tell him to get Tara down here now."

Tig scoffed. "You do that, boss." Tig brushed his shoulder against CJ's wounded one, making CJ hiss in pain but unable to retaliate before Tig slammed the door shut.

CJ sighed and pulled out his phone. "I'll get you two some coffee. You good Juice?"

Juice grimaced. "I really gotta piss."

CJ nodded. "I'll be right back." As his phone rang, CJ walked towards the bar where one of the girls Juice liked to bang was serving some of the guy's drinks. "Sweetheart, I need you to get an empty beer bottle and help Juice out in the back room. Can you do that?" The girl nodded but looked very confused. "Bring two cups of coffee back there too."

"Hello?" Jax asked right before the call ended and went to voicemail.

"I need you to get Tara down here now." CJ said as he walked towards the hallway.

"Look, now's not a good time."

"I don't care." CJ growled into the phone. "This Irish problem will get much worse if this guy stops breathing. Get her down here now or you'll be the one dealing with the body and be the one dealing with the Irish when they come asking about their man."

"Damn it." Jax groaned. "Who the hell made you in charge?"

"Clay did, before he was taken in by Unser." CJ told him. "Better me than Tig. He's telling me you didn't show up because you were busy fucking Tara."

CJ didn't need to be there to see how pissed Jax looked. The way he sighed through the phone was enough. "There's more to the story than that."

"'More than that.'" CJ repeated. "So that did happen." Jax didn't answer. "You mother fucker. I'm dealing with two dozen men wanting to spill blood, an orphan, a hole in my shoulder and some fucking Irish guy bleeding out on our table and you're getting your god damn dick wet!"

"Just shut the fuck up for a-"

"Get her down here within the damn hour before I go to that hospital and get her myself!" CJ hung up the phone and turned back to the bar where he saw Alice walk through the door, looking at everyone in surprise as she shuffled her way forward with a gift bag. "Shit." CJ sighed as he walked towards his fiancé. "Hey, beautiful."