Living with the Club

Darthy

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There will be days when you're forced to make decisions that affect the lives of everyone you love, choices that will change you forever.
You reach an age where you realize that being a man isn't about respect or strength.
It's about being aware of all the things you touch.
Children face inward, wallow in their own selfish needs.
Men face out, take action on the needs of others.

P.O.V. Juice:

Juice was at the table with his brothers, thinking only of his own flesh and blood; his real brother, the one he grew up with. The decisions Ricky had made could and most-likely would bring him to his grave. Juice didn't know what he could do because it wasn't just Rick's life he was worried about. It was his own and his old lady.

Clay was going on about something and Juice peaked his ears, bringing himself back to reality, "I was lying in a hospital bed, thinking about all the shit I'd lost. I wasn't ready to let it go. I reached out to Frankie Diamonds. He was the one that suggested the home invasions. We figured we could rattle some of the folks close to the club, make it look like the MC was gonna hurt Charming and that Jax couldn't protect his own. Frankie pulled in Gogo and Greg. I promised to split my percentages when I got the gaval back."

"And attacking Unser at your house took the focus from you?" Bobby asked, not bringing his eyes up to look at Clay.

Juice couldn't help but to think about how fucked up this club was. Maybe they were never meant to last this long. Too much cover-ups and broken trust, how could a family keep hurting one another?

"Yeah," Clay nodded.

"And Eli's old lady?" Chibs asked.

"You know, when they picked up the East Dub crew, I though that was a good way to put the attacks onto Pope. And now with Jax working with him, I figured I could use it to help sway the club my way. I never wanted anybody to get hurt," Clay says, explaining himself.

"But they did. You hurt a lot of people," Tig said what everybody else was thinking. Clay was a selfish, old bastard and Juice wasn't sure that he belonged in the club anymore.

"You know, I--I don't expect anyone to believe this. I ain't saying it wasn't cause of my pride and my greed, 'cause it was, but the main reason I was trying to push out Jax was because I didn't think he was ready to lead. This cartel shit, the pressure with the Irish...I didn't think he could handle it. I was wrong. He's proving to be a better leader than I ever was," Clay says and sighs before pushing away from the table, standing up, "I'll be in the garage." With that, he left the guys to vote on what they would do about what Clay did.

"We heard his story. Vote has to be unanimous. Does anyone else have anything else that they would like to say?" Jax asks, his face as stiff as stone. He gave them a second to say anything and nobody did, so he continued, "all in favor of Clay losing his patch? Yeah."