Ron Teller is a member of SAMCRO (Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Originals) with his older brother Jax, Ron calls him Jackie, and his stepfather Clay.
Based in Charming California, SAMCRO mostly runs guns and protect businesses as a family...
I got back to the clubhouse to give the information to the guys, but first, I had to run to the store real quick as I wanted to get something for Tristan.
Knowing that we're about to catch the bastard, it's very fitting.
I got to the store, grabbed this...
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...paid for it, and I quickly wrote inside...
"Tristan,
we got him. He won't be causing you harm anymore. I also want you to know that as I saw you in your hospital bed, I actually wanted to start crying. I may not know how you felt during that time, but I really want to see you grow and be happy again. I want to see the best happen to you going forward.
If you ever need anything, I want you to tell your dad to get into contact with me, personally. That's only thing I want in return from you.
Take of yourself, and I hope you're feeling better, sweetheart.
Ron Teller, SAMCRO"
I finished writing, folded up the card, put it in my pocket, and rode back to the clubhouse.
The reason I did this is because I want her to be happy again now that we're about to make this fucking bastard pay for what he's done to Tristan as I had evil on my mind.
We went back to Fun Town and turned the lights on, catching the attention of the guys I questioned earlier.
Ron: We heard you guys are harboring a fugitive.
Fun Townie: What are you going to do about it?
Ron: Citizen's arrest, asshole!
I punched the guy in the face and it led to this big fight.
I was handling Vinky while everyone else dealt with the others, but Clay stopped us for a bit.
Clay: Jackie, Ronnie, find him.
Ron: With pleasure.
After a while, we found him as we dragged him away, even though Clay struggled to punch someone due to his arthritis.
Jax: We got him Clay.
Clay: Let's go boys.
Ron: YEAH! SAMCRO FOR MOTHERFUCKING LIFE!
A few minutes later, we were in the woods where this fucker hurt Tristan. Elliot just got here and had to do what was going to do.
Clay: Here's the scumbag who hurt your little girl.
Elliot then came up to the guy and looked to tell him a story about his knife.
Elliot: Cattle guys call this an "Elsie Maker." It's used to cut the balls off of bulls. Strip him.
They stripped the bastard as I was really looking forward to seeing this fucker get what he deserves. Tig and Chibs to pull his pants and boxers down, which they did, but this motherfucker's dick is so small, kinda a millimeter defeater if you ask me.
Clay: He deserves every second of the pain.
For some reason, he wasn't doing it and this was pissing me off!
Clay: What do you wanna do here, Elliot? We had a deal.
For some reason, he couldn't do it and was leaving, but I had Jax stop him so I can give him Tristan's card.
So Clay handed me the knife and I looked to castrate the son of a bitch, but first...
Ron: You know, man, we don't allow pieces of shit like you run free after beating the shit out of a young girl, let alone one that's turned into an adult.
I pulled his hair up to my level as I looked into his eyes.
Ron: There's no reason for assholes like you to exist on this blue and green ball of life, let alone Charming. And you doing our town dirty with this shit? It fuckin' hurts.
I let go of him as I glared into his eyes that were full of fear, letting him know that his days of being a rapist was over.
Ron: So I'm gonna fucking bury you right here, making sure you really learn a lesson about all this.
Clown(muffled): I'm sorry.
Ron: You'll be dead after I cut off your balls, which is more than what you fucking deserve, I'll tell you that!
Once the two hold onto him as my gloved hands grabbed his balls and I started slicing onto them, making the bastard scream in pain and once I was done with the first ball, I cut off the second one as he dropped to the ground and passed out.
Me seeing him suffer put a smile on my face and a boner in my pants because we finally got justice for Tristan and the entire Elliot family.
Clay: Let him bleed out. Bury him in the woods. Mark the grave.
Ron: And make sure you pick those up and fucking gift wrap 'em.
Clay: Put this in a bag. Make sure you don't touch it. It's got Oswald's prints all over it.
Jax: Are you sure about this?
Clay: We need to keep Elliot in line.
Ron: If that's all, I'm going home. Let's just say Lizzie's gonna be pissed if I'm out too long.
Clay: Alright then. Tell her we said hey.
Ron: Will do.
Before I left, I spat at the guy, who was passed out...
Ron: Fucker.
...and got to Elliot 'cause I had to see him first.
Ron: Hey, Elliot.
Elliot: What?
Ron: Give this to your daughter.
I took out the card and gave it to him as I glared at him.
Elliot: Why would I give her this?
Ron: Real simple, I promised her that we'd catch the bastard and we did the job. Now it's your turn.
He took the card and it looked like he was about to rip it up.
Ron: I spent good money on that. Don't even think about ripping it up because if you do it behind my back, I'll know.
I struck the fear of God in him and he knew that I wasn't playing around.
After that, I got on my bike and went on home to my Lizzie.
The thing about her is that she's got nymphomania, how she enjoys having sex even though she is a cop, and I'm a biker, but the sex is the best thing to happen since sliced bread.
And you can call her motherfucking Baby off of Rob Zombie's House of 1000 Corpses because she is that hot and sexy to me. Any guy wanting to hit on her? Well, I'm just gonna kill them and send my regards to their family and friends who failed to apologize on their behalf.
