Living with the Club

Authority Vested

A PB went out for Jax and few other members for murder after he left Veronica. He felt like it was just one thing after another and he knew it was going to be a long night. Jax needed a place to lay low and Gemma obliged them with some pimp she met recently. Juice was skeptical about the whole thing, but he didn't know what else they could do.
Then he heard about Tig, he dropped his bike off at home and switched to the Chevy, assuming Veronica didn't need it. Juice knew that with a car he'd be less conspicuous than with his bike.
Jax told Juice he didn't need to go, but he felt like he needed to so he rushed to the railroads.
He got there first, seeing Tigs on his knees, staring down at metal box with several dead bodies.
Juice glanced back and saw Jax, Chibs, and Bobby approaching.
"Shit," Jax muttered, "Tig, I am so sorry, brother."
"Oh, man," Juice finally muttered.
"Pope...he burned her alive...right in front of me," Tig paused, probably feeling the weight of his daughters death on him, "uh...he threatened to do the same to Fawn. I gotta find her."
"The cop. Was that you?" Jax asks.
"Yeah. He's on Pope's payroll. The other guys a cleaner. Help me get Dawn out, yeah?"
"Juice, there's tarps in the back of the back of the truck. Get them," Jax told Juice.
Juice nodded, jogging toward the blue pick up that Jax had brought with him.
He pulled the tarps out and stopped when he heard his phone beep.
There was a text from Rick and Veronica, but referred to the same thing. Uncer had gotten roughed up at Gemma's house. He didn't reply right away, but continued to drag the tarps over.
Once they got Dawn out and wrapped her in tarp, they emptied out a container of gasoline over the rest of the bodies, leaving it to burn.
"Go on and get out of here," Jax tells Juice.

Juice drove to the clubhouse, not bothering to pick up his bike. He jumped into the shower to get rid of the smell of gasoline.
He clenched his hands into fists and threw a punch at the wall. Immediatly he regretted it, pain struck up and down his hand and wrist.
He stretched his muscles, hoping he didn't break anything.
He thought of Veronica. He knew he was being hard to work with, but there was just too much going on for him to focus on another thing. Especially something that could wait.
After his shower, he got some sleep. Six hours, wasn't enough for him, but he rolled over and picked up his phone. He saw a few missed calls from Jax, Bobby, and Chibs.
He read the text from Bobby, "be on high alert. Pope is going after families."
His heart dropped in his chest.
Juice rolled out of bed and slipped on fresh clothes before jogging out to his car.
As he was driving home, he called Veronica.
She answered on the third ring, "hey."
"Oh good, baby. You're okay. I'm on my way home," he knew he sounded worried, but he didn't care.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll tell you when I get home. I'm two minutes away. Stay on the phone with me."
"Okay, should I be worried?"
"Yes."
He pulled in and walked inside, hanging up as he went.
She was standing in the kitchen, looking exhausted.
He pulled her into a tight hug.
"Pope is trying to wipe us out."
"What?" She was a little confused because she didn't really know what was going on with the club. Juice hadn't told her.
"It's a long story. Just watch your back, carry your revolver."

Juice left Veronica and went to meet up with the club at the brothel before heading out to find Tig's daughter.
Tig goes in half cooked, aiming his gun at a couple of blacks. Juice and the guys back him up.
"Put the gun down, Tig. This is what got us into this mess," Jax tells Tig.
"They ain't got no ink. They're not niners," Juice tells them.
They hear screaming coming from inside.
"We got this," Juice says, Jax nods following Tig inside.
When everything settled, they gathered in the living room. Juice leaned against the door frame.
Tig sat on the couch.
"I had, I had to find you, baby," Tig starts, "you might be in trouble. There's a guy...a black guy...he wants to hurt me, my family."
"Why? What the hell did you do now?" His daughter asks, sitting beside her dad.
"Well...I-I just--you gotta get out of town for awhile, please."
"What about Dawn? You get her to leave? Or maybe you just paid her to go," she pauses, seeing the tears in his eyes, "oh, shit. Dad...where is she?"
He shook his head and tears started to form in her eyes.
"I hate you," her voice was low.
"Aw," Tig wanted to comfort her.
"I hate you!" Her voice grew venomous, "I hate you!"
She slapped him and he ducked away, "I hate you, you pig!"
She continued and Chibs pulled her away, bringing her to another room.
"Baby--" her boyfriend called, "let her go!"
"Whoa, whoa...look at me," Jax said, holding him back.
The boyfriend looked at Jax and Jax spoke again, "sit down."
He sat down and Jax kneeled in front of him.
"You care about her?"
He nodded.
"Well, then, you gotta pack a bag and you got to get her out of town. All right? I'll tell you when it's safe to come back," Jax headed him some cash, "go on."
Chibs came back to Jax, "Nothing from Romeo."
"Shit," Jax says, "stay here. I don't trust these guys. Make sure Fawn gets out of Oakland. I'm going to call Nero, get a lift back to Diosa, wait for Romeo's call."
"It's too dangerous. You're not traveling alone, Jackie, all right?"
"Chibs, we're safer if we split up, all right? I'm fine. Just handle this."

Juice shot Veronica text when he left Fawn's place, "Jax and Tara getting married."
He sent her the address and drove to the brothel, not expecting her to come.
The ceremony started and there was a sound of a door opening and closing, but Juice didn't think much of it until he felt Veronica sitting beside him.
"Do you, Tara, take Jackson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
"And you, Jackson, do you take Tara to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Yes, I do."
"You have rings?"
"Yes," Tara says, smiling.
"You can put them on if you want."
Jax picked up the ring and Veronica thought she said something, but she couldn't hear it if she had, but then Jax looked at Gemma. Veronica connected that Gemma had provided the rings.
Jax slid the ring onto Tara's hand.
Tara took his hand and slipped off the Son's rings that he wore and replaced it with a wedding band.
"Anybody want to say anything?"
"Aye," Chibs says, standing, "may the Lord hold you in his hand, and may he never close his fist too tight. Beannachid Dia dhuit. I love you both."
"Lovely. By the power invested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Uh the witnesses need to sign the license."
Jax didn't let him finish and he was kissing Tara.
There was a chorus of cheers and Veronica squeezed Juice's hand.

Veronica followed the guys back to the clubhouse. They drank a few beers before the police truck came to pick up some of the members.
As they began to get handcuffed, Ope drove up and parked his bike.
Ope did the unexpected, he punched the Sheriff right in the face and elbowed another.
"You're still standing here? Get him out of here!
"What the hell is Opie doing?" Veronica whispered.
"Staying close," Juice told his girl.