Flaws

Chapter 10 - Settling Scores

"We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known." - Carson McCullers

"That's the one." Tig gestured to Pongo as he, Opie and Jax, stalked behind the crumbling cinder block wall. Even with the blazing sun long gone for the day, the smell of garbage and weed lingered around them as they crept around the past few blocks. Pongo ghosted along the store front, hands in his pockets and so obviously selling, as they stealthily moved closer. "She said he threatened her, finally told me the other night, wants it all done."

Jax pulled a face, the details unnecessary, and shook his head. "Alright, Tigger, grab em', the gate to the truck yard is open."

Shaking his cut off, handing it to Jax for safe keeping, Tig tightened the strings of his hood as he prepared to move in. "And you'll be waiting, truck running?"

"Exactly, don't take forever, this is risky as is."

"When do I get my time with him?" Opie grumbled, the three of them stopping as Pongo glanced in their general direction.

"Soon," Jax assured him as he pushed Tig forward and they watched him scurry after Pongo. "We'll get him in the truck and drive out to the tracks."

Opie nodded just Tig rounded the corner, twitchy and paranoid. "I'm in need," he mumbled to Pongo.

"What cha need brother?" He spoke confidently but more so, smug and almost condescending and Tig hated it, although he was predisposed to really.

"Lemme get an eight ball."

Pongo grinned and nodded, sweeping the intersection for suspicious eyes. "You gotta chill out man, you look shady as fuck."

"Can't help it," Tig shrugged and moved toward the alley that led to the truck yard entrance. "If my girl sees me she'll cut my dick off."

Once they were completely surrounded by the darkness the alleyway provided, away from street lights and buzzing store signs, Jax cracked the butt of his gun down on Pongo's head. "You gotta dump him after I get Opie out of there," Jax said conspiratorially. "Make it look, like anything other than what it is, alright?"

"You got it, VP."

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Opie felt very little of his anger diminish as he knelt in front of Pongo and tore into his face with his gloved fists. It didn't feel right because it wasn't business, it was personal, and nothing he did could do would change how Donna had been hurt.

"This worth it?" Opie spit in his face before slamming him down to the ground and pulling his fun from his pants. "Fucking pussy. This is what happens."

Neither Tig or Jax looked away when Opie shot Pongo directly in the head, not once or twice but completely unloading the magazine into his, mostly innocent, body. It was about the time that the ordeal was over, for all of them, but Jax's and Tig's guilt remained.

"I'll take care of it," Tig offered as Opie turned his back dealing with the surge of emotions. "Get out of here."

Opie and Jax took the truck, leaving Tig with the body just as Half-Sack arrived with the van to dispose of the body. He did take care of it, just as he promised, wrapping the body and transporting it to the docks in Stockton. He'd asked around about Violet's boyfriend, and his employer, those police officers she mentioned him working with would not be thrilled to find the body on their turf. Tig hated him, petty jealousy, and he chuckled knowing he'd have at least some kind of work related mess to clean up.