Sons of Anarchy (X Male OC): Season 1

Stalker

~Ron POV~

We went inside to talk with Mikey and he had to hit us with it.

Michael: Sláinte. Mayans torched the warehouse, where we store and assemble our weapons. Holy shite. What does that do to business?

Clay: Ah, we just bought nine acres on the edge of Amador County. We start rebuilding, we'll be up and runnin' in two, three months.

Michael: Can't you assemble 'em here?

Clay: We learned our lesson the hard way. We don't cross our money streams. This is strictly a legit automotive business.

Michael: So that means you go three months without buyin' the weapons from us? Sam Grow's a huge piece öf our income.

Clay: Gotta make the adjustment, right? I mean, it's part of business.

Michael: This isn't a business for us, brother. True IRA. We're not merchants. We're soldiers. The guns we sell fuel the cause. Without it, we lose ground.

Tig: We support the cause, McKeevy. Shit like this just happens. We'll have our guns up and runnin' in no time.

Michael: That's the problem. No time. Three weeks would cripple us. Three months, we can't wait for that.

Clay: What the hell are you sayin'?

Michael: I'm sayin' if you can't front us the cash in the downtime, we're gonna have to find a new buyer.

Clay: I've been buying guns from you for over a decade, Michael. When you split from Adams, I stayed with you 'cause of our friendship.

Michael: You stayed with me 'cause the other cowards sold out. We're the only outlaws left. Now don't take this personal, Clay. Your warehouse burnin' down is a casualty of commerce. You lose our guns, that's a casualty of war.

~The Next Day~

Well, everything is just fucking perfect.

Not only do we owe the Irish money, but Elliot came to us for help: some asshole busted Tristan's jaw, threw her on the ground, and continued to beat her outside of Fun Town.

She's at St. Thomas and in shock right now; but personally, I was pissed because this happened in Charming.

We don't know why she was targeted but I know that once I personally find out the reason, I'm gonna kill this fucker.

We held a meeting for this as I was pissed off enough right now.

Tig: We got a 200K deficit hangin' over our heads. Do we really, really wanna be out there playin' some pro bono Lone Ranger?

Ron: The guy had BEATEN an 18 year old, Tig! An eighteen year old! What if this was your daughter?!

Tig: I get it. I just don't like puttin' my ass on the line for some outsider, Ron. Clay, Elliot doesn't give a shit about us.

Clay: You know, people get jammed up in this town, they don't go to the cops. They come to us.

Chibs: That's right.

Clay: And that means somethin' to me. I don't know. Maybe I got something to prove with this guy. You know, that's my shit. So, anybody wants to pass on this-

Everyone said no and I had to do the same. I want in so bad.

Tig: Guess we're huntin' a tot banger then.

Clay: Good. So what do we know?

Jax: We saw a couple of guys sportin' Aryan ink. Not sure if they were Darby's guys.

Clay: And Macon Woods is right on the Lodi border. Darby's got a meth shack couple of miles from there. Assault as retaliation.

Ron: Certainly in the Nord wheelhouse.

Clay: Tap into the Sanwa database. Find out which Nords get hard for underage pussy.

Juice: Got it.

Tig: Ron, Jax, and I will go after Darby.

Clay: Then let's get to work. Meeting's closed.

After he slammed the gavel, we went outside and found Hale and two of his stooges.

Ron: Well, if it isn't Officer Dipshit.

Clay: You girls selling cookies?

Hale: We're investigating a sexual assault.

Jax: You serious?

Hale: Yeah. I need to talk to all your guys that were at the carnival last night. If they're not here, get them here now.

Clay: You think a son had somethin' to do with that rape?

Hale: Half of 'em have violent crimes on their rap sheets. Just following logic.

Ron: Wasn't it just last week four Oakland cops were busted for prostitution and rape? Logic tells me we should ask where your dick was last night.

Clay: And don't say, "In your mama."

Hale: Officers Mann and Fain will be taking your statements. It could take hours.

Clay: I'm tryin' to run a business here.

Hale: We can do it here, at the station house--wherever you wanna do it. And don't say, "In your mama."

Yeah, go fuck yourself.

After Dipshit left our shop, I found Lizzie pulling up for something.

What the hell's going on?

Ron: What's wrong, babe?

Lizzie: I got those pics for you.~

She showed me the pictures from the booth. She masturbated in said booth, and God she looked hot, but she looked upset while Lizzie showed me the pictures.

Ron: What's wrong?

Lizzie: I got a call from someone I knew, back in Chicago.

Ron: Who?

Lizzie: His name is Josh Kohn. He's ATF. I dated him for awhile, it got violent, I broke up with him, he started stalking me. I filed a restraining order and transferred to Charming.

I hugged her tight, knowing this is a world of shit: we owe Michael 200K for those AKs, some asshole beaten a young girl, an 18 at Fun Town, and now I learn some asshole might be stalking MY girl?!

What a fucking mess.