Mass Destruction

Chapter 29

Jax's POV

We get transferred into the unwelcome, familiar gates of Stockton where some asshole blacks wait for us, probably ready to pounce.

"Here we go" Tig mutters, I walk forward, leading my guys to the blacks, getting myself ready for a fight when brown jump in front of us

"Nothing happening here ese. This is our beef" the leader of the brown pack mutters

"You've got no business with the boys" he adds, black scowls but leaves us alone.

"You've got a spot with us hood" he tells me,

"Appreciate it" I thank him, I really wasn't in the fucking mood for a bloody fight. We walk deeper into the area where our bunks were and made ourselves at home for the next fourteen months.

Fourteen months without my son and my fiancée, it's going to be damn torture.

Chibs sits next to me on the bunker bed while Opie and Tig lie down on the bunks next to us. Son of a bitch best friend didn't even need to come to prison, yet he did which shows me his loyalty is still in the club.

"Pope finds out brown has our back, he's gonna find other ways to hurt us" Chibs tells me, I know this already. I might have told Corrie we'll be safe but with a guy like Pope having it out for us, we won't ever really be safe.

Chibs adds, "the guards. Greedy bastards will go for Tig"

A guard opens the cell door, "Teller, you're with me"

I sit up straight, "for what?"

"You shut your mouth and get your ass here"

I stand up and cautiously walk over to the guard, he leads me to an office and knocks on the door. "Come in"

I walk inside the office where Pope and a guard waits for me. The guard forces me into the chair, "Want me to cuff him?"

Pope shakes his head, "Nope. We good"

The guard walks out of the office. I'm immediately on edge, I'm cautious on guard.

"Relax" Pope tells me , "Just here to talk"

"Yeah?" I ask defensively, "Is that what you told Tig's girl? Before you set her on fire?"

"Let's not discuss dead women. That's an argument you're not gonna win"

"Look" I sit up straight, "I tried to reach out to you. Somehow make this right. What the hell do you want man?"

He looks me dead in the eye, "You were able to get protection inside, profitable relationship with the cartel. Guns; coke; you guys are too smart, too ambitious."

"For a bunch of white trash bikers?"

"Too kill"

I sigh, Chibs was right, he's gonna break us where it hurts the most.

"I know you're not dealing the coke, you're mulling it. What's your cut?'

I refuse to answer making him smirk, "You don't think I'm gonna find out?'

"A hundred share per month" I reply back, deciding to rather be honest with a man like him.

"I want 50"

I scoff, "That's not gonna happen"

"This isn't a discussion" he snaps back at me, "This is about you learning how to survive, Trager stays inside for the rest of his life. I'll make sure he's treated accordingly. That way every time I think of my daughter, I know exactly where he is and what's being done to him." He pauses, "I need a dead son for the Nine and the cop you killed it maintains my relationships. I don't care who. Commander knows about this, he'll set it up. When that happens, witnesses are no longer witnesses; and you can get out to earn"

I scoff, "Come on man, I'm not just gonna kill one of my guys"

"Yes you are, before the next guard change. It costs to battle"

"I'm not going to war" I mutter to him, I have no defence – non whatsoever. If I want to see Corrie again; see Abel, I will have to do what he wants me to do.

"You're already in it son"