"What aren't you telling us?" Opie asks me. We just got into a violent fight with black members; shit was planned so we'd get into the box.
"Lying about our mission is still lying and you suck at it" He adds. The cell gate opens before I could speak. A guard walks in with a smirk on his face and all I'd like to do is wipe that smirk off permanently.
I get off the bunker bead and walk closer to him. "Are you the one calling it?" he asks me.
"I guess"
"I need a minute alone" he tells Opie
"He can stay" I say when Opie gets up to leave
"Word from upstairs is that one of you four leave in a bag; Pick the guy, I'll handle the rest"
"What is the rest?" I ask him
"We go to the box after shift change, he fights until he loses. I'm guessing it's one of the other two. I need to know which one; we got a little action going. See how long he lasts."
He walks out of the cell.
I turn to Opie, "Pope wants Tig to rot inside; and he wants a dead son for the Niner and the cop, I'm treading water here Ope. I've got no idea how to keep everyone alive."
Opie doesn't say anything but he doesn't have to. He runs his fingers through his hair and sits up, I can feel the worry and anger radiate off him. I'm trying to keep everyone safe but so far I'm failing. It's not easy being fucking king.
"I miss your old man" I tell him softly. I really do miss Piney; he was my anchor. He always had my back.
"Me too" He grumbles
The same goddamn guard opens the door again a few minutes later.
"Looks like you two came to a decision" he smirks, "Which guy goes?"
"We're still working on that" Opie mutters
I pipe in, "We just wanna make sure we cover the spread"
The guard beats my damn knee with his night stick causing me to yell out in agony. Opie immediately stands up to beat the guy, "Bad idea" the guard snarls grabbing his gun. I shake off the pain and stay quiet.
"This is my hell bitch, I make the rules. If you don't pick the guy who fights I will"
He storms out
"You alright?" Opie asks me. I decide to lie; my knee hurts like a damn bitch.
"Yeah"
"What are you going to do?"
I breathe out heavily through my nose to subside the pain in my knee. "Pick the guy"
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Mass Destruction
FanfictionHe's her brother's best friend| Her first and only love She's his best friend's sister| His first and only love Jax Teller| Corrie Winston This is my plot and the OC belongs to me. The rest belongs to Kurt Sutter.
