Going Home

Chapter 30

Jax paced outside of the old abandoned building waiting on the others to show up. He took out a cigarette and lit it, as Chibs came walking out to join him. He looked out over the parking lot and sighed. He was exhausted both mentally and physically.

"You good, Jackie?" Chibs asked, lighting a cigarette of his own.

Jax shook his head, trying to sort through the mess. "I honestly don't know anymore." he admitted. "All this shit has my head going in a million different directions."

Chibs looked at Jax as he listened. "The only thing I can tell you, is focus on what's going on in there for now and we'll deal with everything after. One thing at a time."

Jax nodded in agreement and stood straighter as he saw the Cadillac pull up to the building. "We need to keep an eye on her. She's gonna want blood."

Tasha slid out of the driver's seat and headed to the back to get her bag out of the trunk. She looked to see Jax and Chibs standing by the door and nodded to them. Her blood was already boiling. She needed to do this. She was going to be the one to put an end to Lowen and his buddy. As she grabbed her bag, she took a few calming breaths and headed for the door with Tig and Bobby following close behind.

Once she was close enough, Jax grabbed her bag and wrapped an arm around her, heading inside. "You good?" he asked.

She nodded as she took in everything around her. She noticed Lowen and Stefan chained up in a corner with heavy plastic underneath them. Three Mayans watching over them and Alvarez, over in the other corner on the phone. She looked to Jax and smirked. "This is gonna be fun."

Jax smirked back and shook his head. "Remember the plan." he told her as he lead her over to Alvarez.

She smiled as they reached the Mayan president. "Marcus," she said as he pulled her in for a hug.

"You ready for this, Chica?" he asked, holding her out in front of him so he could look into her eyes.

She nodded and took a deep breathe. "Let's get this shit over with."

-

Happy was going stir crazy sitting in the bed. He looked over at Juice who was typing away on the keyboard. "You find anything yet?"

Juice looked up from the laptop and shrugged. "Nothing that we don't already know." he sighed. Juice had been hacking his way into everything trying to find something on Potter. But he came up short every time.

Happy sighed as he laid his head back. "I should be there with them now."

Juice shook his head. He knew how Happy felt. He was feeling it too. "Listen, She's gonna be fine. Jax and the rest of the guys will make sure of that." he said, getting up from the bed and hobbling over to where Happy was laid in bed.

"I promised her I wouldn't let anything else happen to her."

"Nothing's gonna happen to her. Jax, Tig, Bobby and Chibs are there. Along with the rest of the guys. Alvarez is there with some of his crew too. Hap, everything is gonna be fine."

Happy knew Juice was right. None of those men would let anything happen to her. He just felt useless. Something he had never felt before Tasha had been shot. He was angry that all this shit was happening. They had gone straight so this shit didn't happen. "You ever regret getting into this life?" he asked Juice.

Juice looked at him and sighed heavily. "Sometimes." he admitted. "When all that shit was happening with Roosevelt and Potter, I questioned every decision I had made. But then Tasha helped me remember why I chose this life to begin with."

"What she tell you?"

"She reminded me that this club was my family, this charter is my home." he said.

He shook his head. "You know she's right." he agreed. "But you still should have came to me when all that shit was going on. I woulda had your back."

Juice nodded. "I know that now. Back then, my head was a mess. After we were in Stockton, my head just got so loud and I didn't want you guys to think I was weak. Then Roosevelt came to me with all that shit about my dad."

"I get it, man. My head's pretty loud right now." Happy admitted. "Keeps going through every scenario that could happen and for the first time in my life, I can't do anything to stop it."

-

Daniel sat on the deck as the sun started to fade when his phone buzzed. Answering it with a yawn he heard his friend from the agency on the other end.

"Teller, looks like this Potter has a hate on for that club." he said.

"You think? He's already tried to bring them down once with a RICO case. What the hell is he doing now?"

"Same shit." he confirmed. "The RICO case was thrown out when Romeo stepped in with Galindo, But Potter has been sitting on it."

"Let me guess, he's the one that sent that damn email to Roosevelt." he scoffed. He stood from his seat and began to pace. He needed to choose now. His career or his family. "Listen, I need you to put me through to Potter."

"You sure you wanna do that, Teller?"

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "More than anything."

-

Jax and Tasha were smiling as Lowen and Steffan were staring at Tasha with wide eyes as she pulled out two ice picks from her bag. She nodded to Tig, who pulled out an old car battery with jumper cables. "Now, as you see things have taken a serious twist." she said as she looked over the picks. "Time you got a history lesson."

Lowen went to speak, but Jax got in his face. "I told you once when we were kids that if you fucked with my family again I'd kill you." he sneered.

Tasha chuckled, "Listen, Delly. What you thought you knew about SAMCRO and my family is all wrong. You see, your number two here, he's been telling you half truths." she began, stabbing on of the ice picks into Steffan's right kidney. "You see, your step-daddy, he was just some low man on the totem pole who dealt in stolen goods."

"That's a lie!" Lowen protested. "Your father stole the gun trade out from under my pop's nose."

Jax and Tasha looked at each other before they began to laugh. "Delly, our father is the one who brought the guns to the states. He's the one that made that connection with the Irish. You really think that your daddy would have done something like that?" Tasha laughed, taking the second pick from Tig and thrusting it into the left kidney.

Jax grabbed the cables from Tig, slowly taking a deep breath as he hooked them up to Steffan. They watched as the current ran through his body. Lowen squeezing his eyes shut as his comrade was tortured. Tasha noticed him close his eyes and grabbed a fistful of hair, jerking his head back. "You watch," she growled. "Open your fucking eyes. I told you, you would pay for the shit you put my family through."