"The King has Fallen"

Chapter 8 : Six Feet Under

(Jax Pov) "Keep movin." Tig says to me with his pistol pressed against my back as we walk through the desert. The rest of the crew are behind us walking, as we get to the burial of the money. " Stop walking. Hap, bring the shovel." Tig says to Happy. Happy walks towards me and Tig with the shovel over his shoulder and throws it on the ground in front of me. Tig kicks me away from him pointing the gun at my head. "Start digging, you try anything I'll put two bullets in your skull and dig it up myself." I hesitantly pick up the shovel and start to dig. Hours and hours go by as I begin to get tired from digging, with dirt all over my blue jeans and white sneakers, I stop digging. Tig pulls his gun on me again aiming it at my head. "I told you, DO NOT stop digging!" I turn around and face my former brothers in arms, "Come on! look at you guys, this isn't you. This isn't SAMCRO." I plead with them. Chibs walks towards me from the back of the pack, and pulls a 9mm handgun tucked in his pants from behind him and puts it to my forehead. The rest of the crew of sons point their guns at me also. "You're right we're not SAMCRO anymore, that bullshit ended with you...no, no we're something better, something we could never be with you leading us." Chibs says angrily. "And whats that Chibs, because all I see here are 4 guys, who are copying the same shit our enemies are doing." I tell Chibs. "But see what ya fail to realize here is that, you don't run shit in this club anymore...you've been dethroned, our enemies are no longer your enemies...but now.... you're most definitely an enemy of us." Chibs says to me pressing his gun against my forehead. "Now keep digging, you stop again and I can personally guarantee that I will empty this entire goddamn clip into you." Chibs assures. I take the hint and keep on digging, just gotta try and stall them. Even if I do finish digging up the money, I have a feeling they'll still fill me full of led anyway....fuck. More hours go by so many that I forget how long I've even been out here. I keep getting this image in my head of Sam, his head riddled with bullets sitting lifeless in a chair in that shithole apartment, looking at my reflection in the pool of his blood....he wasn't supposed to die that should've been me in that fucking chair not Sam. But I try to block it out of my mind and keep digging, the sun begins to set and night falls. I finally after hours and hours of digging, dig up 2 huge blue barrels. Chibs and the crew of "sons" tie me up as they get the barrels out of the burial sight. They then load the barrels into Sam's SUV. I stand near the giant hole that I dug, watching them load up the barrels. "Ok boys, lets move out, I'll drive the truck Hap, Tig, Rat, follow me to the warehouse we'll stash the money there." Chibs tells his crew. "What about him," Tig says, pointing at me. Chibs walks towards me with his pistol in his gloved hand, pulls the hammer back on it. "I'll make this quick Jackie boy." he says as he raises his gun to me. I brace myself for the shot closing my eyes, but instead of a gunshot I hear sirens in the distance, I open my eyes up to see Chibs running away getting into the SUV driving off into the desert with the crew of sons following him on their harley's. I see several cop cars approaching me, and a helicopter flying over me. The cop cars get to my position, looks like Charming PD. Sheriff Althea Jarry gets out of the driver seat of one of the many cop cars in front of me. With her jet black sunglasses on Althea walks smugly over to me smiling. "Jackson Teller you're under arrest for Capital Murder." Althea says to me smugly. I smile looking down at the ground, just accepting my consequences. "Well...shit." I say.