Mass Destruction

Chapter 11

Third Person's POV

"Close the door when you leave" Piney tells Bobby, his anger has been building up since the vote that SAMCRO will be mulling drugs and with the information his daughter just gave him, he knows he has to confront Clay.

The latter has been moving the MC into deep troubled waters and he fears for his club as well as the lives of the members and their families. This has got to stop. John Teller would have never wanted this.

Clay sits down on the president chair in Church, the door is closed, nobody in the club house can bother them while he speaks his truth.

"Something on your mind old man?" Clay breaks the tension.

"J.T would have never touched drugs" he says, the money from their first mulling sits next to him, untouched.

"J.T was a good business man" Clay says lowly, "he'd see the value in this"

"Anything that brought too much heat was bad for the club, it's why he changed his mind about the guns"

"Yeah he talked about it... getting us out" Clay agrees

"He did more than talk, he reached out to Kellan, made a meet with the IRA, he made a decision on the gun running business. A decision you couldn't let him live with"

"What's your point?" Clay snaps

"Found some old letters, John's handwriting, proofed that he wanted out. He set up a meet with the Irish, but he was killed before that meeting happened. He feared that you would do something to stop him. That letters... it paints a vivid picture who killed him"

"He let his bike down on 5-80 crashed by a semi. It was an accident"

"We'll never know" Piney says, "Lowell snr was the only one J.T trusted with his bike, and he disappeared the next week"

Clay stands up, "What do you get out of this?"

"It's not about me. Kill the drug mule, or I'll let the club read the letters"

"You ain't got the letters" Clay growls, Piney smirks and stands up as well

"Either way it doesn't matter to me. I don't lose anything."

"It's the goddamn cartel" Clay yells, "I can't just walk away"

"Sure you can. You've got till the end of the week to figure it out." He starts to walk out but pause by the door, "In case you're still thinking of slitting my throat, I wouldn't. I've got contingencies in place"

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Jax's POV

The entire day I've had to bite my tongue when in Clay's presence, I want to snap his neck for what he did to J.T. I wouldn't put it past him to kill the president, Clay is the greediest man I've ever met. He'd do anything for large amounts of cash.

The drug mulling has made the already-tension I had ten times worse with a brick disappearing out of our storage. We've put the prospects who was in charge of guarding in a game of Russian Roulette to see if it was one of them who took it.

Turns out it was our newest patch member, Miles, who took the brick. Juice found him and killed him. I'm actually proud of the little Puerto Rican although a little sceptical on how it unfolded.

I don't want to go home now, my anger is getting the best of me and if I go home now and Corrie starts asking what I did about the letters I'd snap at her and I don't want to do that.

I'm sitting with Bobby at the bar, drinking my 7th shot of Tequila. Beer has been flowing in my system since 6pm, it's now 11pm. I've turned my phone off knowing Corrie has probably blown it up by now. There's a rule in our house that I call or text if I don't sleep at home. I just don't want to talk to her now, I'm not good with hiding my feelings to her so I know I'll say something shitty if I talk to her right now and she'll take it to heart.