Sic'em Killa

A traitor pays for his sins in blood

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I was glad to be back at the clubhouse in Charming, it was time to handle this shit with Clay. We were currently sitting around the table. All of us. "New business?" Clay asked. "Yeah." I said, glaring at Clay darkly. He looked worried. Good. "Go ahead Mamma, tell everyone what you told me." I nodded at Taya, letting her know I had her back 100%. She stood and cleared her throat. "When I was taken..." she paused and her breath caught. I stood and stepped behind her, surrounded her with my body. One of my hands rested on her stomach, the other free to grab my gun, just in case. Taya desperately clung to my hand on her stomach. "When I was taken, those men.. they talked a lot. They thought I was just a croweater. They thought I'd die there. They took me for the sole purpose of sending a message. They were going to rape me. Break me. Kill me. But I ain't wired that way, I couldn't just sit back and let that happen. I killed one of them. Then Hap gutted the rest. But before he did, they said who sent them.." she trailed off. Taya held her head high. "Who sent them baby? He'll eat a goddamn bullet!" Tig exclaimed. She held her hand up to stop him, then took a deep breath. "He did." She said simply, and turned a cold glare on Clay. The club froze. "Now you wait just a damn minute! I'm your father!" He jumped out of his chair to exclaim. "You are NOT my father. My father was John Teller." Tay growled. Clay went to  lunge at her but I stopped him by leveling my Glock between his eyes. "You'd risk your patch for her? A mayhem vote, for her??" He sneered. I growled protectively. "I'd risk everything for her. Try me.." I warned him. Chibs and Jax shoved Clay back in his seat. Everyone was furious. "I move to revoke Clay Morrow's president rank and his patch." Jax roared. "Seconded!" Piney growled, turning up his oxygen. Bobby yanked Clay's cut off of him roughly. "How could you?! Your own goddamn family!" Bobby shook his head at him. "Now..." Jax snarled and got right in Clay's face. "Let's take a vote... all those in favor of Clay Morrow meeting Mr. Mayhem?" He said. Everyone voted for it. "I want mom in here. She needs to know." Taya whispered. "I'll get her princess." Opie said and hurried to get Gemma. Once Gemma was briefed, she wiped the tears from her eyes and stormed up to Clay, slamming her wedding ring down on the table in front of him. "How could you?! That's my daughter. My baby girl, you son of a bitch!" She screamed and slapped him as hard as she could. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" She hissed and hurriedly grabbed Jax's gun out of his holster. "Shit! Gem, no!" Tig exclaimed and hurriedly yanked the pistol back. "Why not?! He's a traitor!" She yelled, and came to wrap Taya in her arms. "He is mom.. and he'll pay in blood. But that's not your kill to make.." Jax settled her. Gemma looked at Taya then, who was visibly trembling in rage. Her beast was close, I could feel it. "It's mine." She snarled. I handed her my gun, silencer already screwed on and kissed her forehead. She took it, then climbed up onto the table. There she stood, standing over our reaper, snarling down at Clay. She looked like a fucking warrior. "A fucking goddess..." I rumbled, inappropriately tuned way the fuck on. "You aren't really gonna shoot me..." Clay smirked. Taya chuckled humorlessly, then chambered a round. Clay swallowed hard. "Come on now Taya, you've always been my Princess...." Clay tried to bargain. "I'm not your fucking princess..." she snarled and took one step towards him. "Oh really?" Clay got smug. "She's my fucking Queen." I growled. As soon as I did, Taya fired a round, the bullet landing directly between Clay's eyes. "Meet Mr. Mayhem you sorry piece of shit." She smirked.