Juiced

Season 2: Episode 6

Katy could hear a ringing in her ears. The noise of the blast reverberated through her. She was by her dad's side, Tara had checked his vitals and an ambulance was on its way. Katy was distraught, she knew the club could be dangerous, but this? Her father's head was bleeding all over the lot. She sat beside him, holding his hand, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't hear what anyone was saying, couldn't focus on anything else around her, all she could see was Chibs.
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Juice had never been so angry. These racist nazi fuckwads had gone too far. They may have voted against immediate retaliation but he had a feeling things might play out differently now.

The ambulance pulled up and Juice helped Katy up from the ground, he held her close to him as the paramedics loaded her father on a stretcher. "Do you want me to come with you?" He looked down to see if she had even heard him, she seemed to have gone into some kind of shock. But to his surprise she seemed completely lucid. "No, you stay here, deal with this. I need you to fix this, without getting hurt ideally," she stared up at him, her eyes a mixture of fear and anger. "I'm gonna get the fuckers who did this," he promised her, "I'll make them pay," he pulled her close once again, kissed the top of her head, then released her so she could join her father on the ambulance. Tara went with her as well.

Both women were silent the entire journey to the hospital. Tara watched Katy, wondering if this would all be too much for her. She wondered if this was too much for herself as well. Getting back together with Jax seemed like the right thing to do, but their relationship had been a destructive force in her life in the past. She pushed those thoughts from her head for now and focused on Katy, the Scottish girl looked so small right now. Sitting in the ambulance, holding her dad's hand while he lay unconscious on the gurney.
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The garage was swarming with cops and the fire department, the place was being marked as a crime scene. Everyone knew what happened though, Zobelles crew was behind this. They got Otto, now Chibs, were they planning to take the whole club down one by one?

The men held chapel. The topic of discussion: Zobelle.
"Unsers getting his home address," started Clay .
"You really think Zobelle is sitting at home in his Barcalounger waiting for us to swing by?" Bobby put out.
"Why should be hide?" Clay responded, "Asshole thinks he's protected on every level."
Now it was time for Juice to speak up. "He is. But we gotta do something," anger was radiating from him, the rest of the club had never seen him like this. "My father in law is lying in a hospital bed right now, because of him. The love is my life is waiting to find out if her dad lives, or dies, because of him. Whatever we do here. I'm a part of it."
"He'll have a crew, skinheads. Probably rolling four deep," Opie said, and Tig was quick to respond, "Then we roll five deep," Chibs meant a lot to every member of this club. Juice tried to remind himself of that. His brothers shared this pain with him, part of him wished he had gone with Katy, but he knew she understood.
Bobby, the voice of reason, said "What's the plan? Roll up on him in broad daylight and cut off his head?"
"Okay" Happy responded quickly, indicating that he would do it. No one seemed to be thinking clearly. They couldn't just act here or they could all end up in bother. Six of them were out on bail.
"You know I don't give a shit what the plan is," Clay spoke up again, "I am tired of sitting here playing 'what happens if'. Zobelle tried to kill two of us in the last twelve hours," he was basically shouting by this point, "This charter doesn't wait any longer. We kill him!" He paused to let that settle over the table. Then more calmly asked, "Do I need to take a vote?" Nobody said a word. Clay got up and left the room. The others slowly followed.
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Katy sat in a waiting room staring blankly at the wall. There was nothing she could do while the doctors worked. She just had to be patient. Tara stayed with her, didn't push her to talk, just quietly kept her company. Katy was grateful for it. Both the company and the silence.