Back To You

Long Time No See

A good 15 minutes later Chibs came to a stop a little ways off from the church. Next to the curb on a shadowy corner of the street. It was dark now, and the only light out was the dim streetlights that made everything seem so much more intense.

I was sitting up front, staring blankly out of my windshield, when I noticed a red pickup truck turning down the street coming in our direction. My heart skipped a beat, as I wondered if it was him. I narrowed my eyes, watching as it slowly pulled into the church parking lot, and sure enough... it was Clay. The man who had been the cause of so much pain and destruction in my life.

My entire body went cold as I laid eyes on him for the first time since everything went down. The man who had caused so much pain. So much death. I glanced over at Chibs, and we exchanged a knowing look. The same fire that burned inside me was now ignited in his eyes too. He looked up into the rearview mirror at the rest of the guys.

"That's him. Shouldn't be long now." Chibs said, referring to the text he was supposed to be receiving from Gaalen.

We continued to wait, and then, like clockwork, Gaalen's text came through on Chibs' phone. He looked at the screen, then back at us. "Lets move."

Everyone voiced their readiness as we quietly slipped out of the van. I grabbed the duffel bag with the money, and slung it over my shoulder as I got out. Then I fell in with the guys, hoods up, guns in hand, as we made our way to the church on foot. We moved quickly and quietly, like a pack of hungry wolves closing in on their prey.

Clay

Clay walked into the church, where he had been called to meet with the Kings. They told him it was just about business. Shipments, inventory and what not. Routine shit. Gaalen called these meetings once a month, and while Clay thought the church was an odd place for a business meeting, he knew the Kings liked their dramatic set ups, so he disregarded it. Besides, he had been dealing with the IRA for decades, and had an excellent record with them as far as he knew, so he had no reason to be suspicious.

As he made his way the front of the church, he saw Kellan standing and talking, while Gaalen, Brendan, and Declan sat on the front pew, seemingly listening. He went to sit in the pew behind them, and nodded in greeting as Gaalen glanced over his shoulder at him, acknowledging his presence.

"Glad ye could make it, Clay." Gaalen said, offering a casual smile. "We've got a few things to go over. Same ol' same ol'."

Clay leaned back, relaxing into the wooden bench. "No problem. Let's get this done."

They went on, talking about shipments and deals, all the while keeping the atmosphere light. Clay was so caught up in the conversation that he didn't even notice Gaalen pull out his phone. He was in the middle of giving his two cents on a few business related things when he was cut off by the sound of the church door creaking opened. Clay turned, and narrowed his eyes at the figure that stepped inside. A shorter, feminine looking hooded figure. He couldn't make out a face, as it was covered by the person's hood and shadowed by the dim light in the church.

At first, he thought it was one of Gaalen's men, but then he noticed more men filing in... Hooded men, wearing what looked like kuttes, and holding what appeared to be guns.

"What the hell?" He muttered under his breath, as he watched the figures inch closer and closer. He was still trying to figure them out, but he knew something wasn't right. It was something in the way they moved... Calculated, and deliberate... that sent a chill down his spine. His gut was now screaming at him, telling him this wasn't a part of the meeting.

The group stopped a few feet away, and slowly pulled their hoods back. Clay felt like his heart stopped when he finally recognized them. He was stunned, as if he had seen a ghost... or multiple in this case. His mouth went dry as he took in the sight of the familiar faces standing before him. Bobby, Chibs, Tig, and the rest of samcro stood there, with menacing expressions on their faces. All the men he had betrayed... well, almost all of them, as Jax was still in prison. Rotting in a cell because of a decision Clay made thinking it would save him from being reckoned with. But oh how wrong he was.