Jameson Michaels comes back to Charming after being away for ten years. She opens a bar on the outskirts of town and Clay Morrow and SAMCRO want a piece of the action but Jameson doesn't think she needs to give in to them. Another major complication...
Freddie opened the door to a very confused looking Ernest Darby. Jamie motioned for him to come in with a smile.
"Mr. Darby, right on time. Please, have a seat." She waited until he was seated next to Wade before continuing. "Now then, we were just about to discuss the deal you and Wade have for the Deuce. Care to enlighten me?" She held up a hand as she reached behind herself and brought out her gun, leveling it at the two men. "I'm getting ahead of myself. Ladies, if you'll check these gentlemen for weapons?" She smiled at the two men. "Not that I don't trust you, but you can never be too careful, can you?"
Once both men were checked and relieved of their guns, Jamie laid hers on the desk beside her. "Now, then. Who wants to speak first? I'm all ears."
Darby looked at Wade before shaking his head. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just came by to see if you had thought about my offer, that's all."
Jamie nodded. "Well, I can answer that quickly enough. Yes, I've thought about it, and no, you won't be dealing drugs through The Double Deuce."
Wade glared at her as he shook his head. "I think you want to give that some more thought, Jamie."
Jamie grinned at him. "Nah, I've given it all the thought I plan on giving it. It's simple. You're not going to get your way here, Wade. I don't care who you tell about my past, or whatever threats you were thinking about." She sat forward and laid her hands on her desk. "Now, I understand that we aren't very threatening, simply being women, but you need to remember who we have behind us. One phone call and you both disappear." She pointed at Darby with a grin. "You, in particular, should know how much weight that carries, because my old man would love to put you in a hole."
She grinned when she got the desired reaction from the drug dealer. He paled even as Wade shook his head. "What's your play here, Jamie? Threats? You know as well as I do that although they may come after us, we'll take your pretty little ass out first."
Jamie chuckled and nodded. "Oh, I know, Wade, but you see, it won't matter because if you kill me? There's not a place on earth that you can hide that they won't find you. Isn't that right, Mr. Darby?"
Darby shook his head as he leveled a look at Wade. "Man, I did not sign on for this shit. You said this would be easy, and if she didn't agree, you'd take her out, but here she is looking to take us out." He turned to Jamie. "It was all his idea. We've known each other since we both were doing a stint at Chino. He said that once you signed off on the drugs, that SAMCRO would take you out and leave the club for us."
Jamie looked at Wade and grinned. "Boy, it must have stung when you found out that I was mixed up with the club." She shook her head. "See, it always pays to do research before starting a big scheme like this." She reached into a drawer and pulled out a file folder before sliding it across the desk to Wade. "Those are papers signing over your share of The Deuce to Freddie here. You'll sign them or you'll never see Larry again."
Wade looked at the papers before staring at her. "Where is Larry?"
"He's safe and whole... for now. If you don't sign? My associate won't hesitate in putting a bullet in his head, and I won't hesitate to do the same to you. I'm giving you an out, Wade. I'd suggest that you take it."
He stared at her for a long moment before sighing and picking up the pen that laid on the desk. He quickly signed his name before shoving the papers over to her. She handed the pen to Freddie and she signed on the dotted line before Jamie put the file folder back in her desk. Wade shook his head. "What happens now?"
Jamie smiled. "Now, you and Larry disappear. I'm giving you twenty-four hours to leave Charming, or you won't leave at all. If you ever think to show your face around this area again, please know that I won't hesitate to kill both of you." She pointed at Darby. "Our business is done. I don't even want to see your shadow falling across my threshold, Mr. Darby. Do we understand each other, gentlemen?" When both men nodded, she pointed toward the door. "Get the fuck out of my club." She turned to Freddie and chuckled. "I'm sorry, our club."
Once the door shut behind the two men, Harmony walked over and slumped down in a chair and sighed. "I can't believe that worked."
Freddie chuckled as she took the other chair. "And without a shot fired. I'm a little disappointed."
Harmony laughed before nodding. "We fucking rock, ladies! Ok, what happens now?"
Jamie blew out a sigh as she sat back in her chair. "Now? Now, we close the club for the night and go home. One of us needs to call Tara and tell her to turn Larry loose."
Harmony nodded as they stood up to leave. "I'll do it. You two handle your business. Meet you at the clubhouse?"
Jamie and Freddie nodded as they walked out behind Harmony. "Sounds good. I'm ready for some alone time with my old man."
Freddie stopped by the bar and Jamie walked behind it to fix them both a shot. She made some calls to let her employees know that they were closing for a couple of days then came to sit beside Freddie. She elbowed her friend and nodded at the empty room in front of them. "So what do you think? You ready to be a bar owner?"
Freddie grinned and nodded. "I can honestly say that I've never done that." She held up her shot glass for a toast. "To new adventures."
Jamie laughed and they clinked their glasses together.
