Major Mistakes

Chapter 4 - Questions

Oceanside California
Monday 6:15am

Baz can't sleep, he is tossing and turning in his bed at Smurf's house. He and Cath had gotten into a huge fight the night before, so he decided to just leave. Every time they have a job and there is work to be done Cath crawls up his ass and bitches and moans over every little thing. This time it was him coming home too late. Baz knew better than to reply to her but he had quickly said,

"we can't go out stealing the cars we need before dinnertime."

And with that the fight was on, he hated fighting with her. From the beginning she knew what he did, and she never complained when he kept her in a great house, clothes, cars, jewelry; their daughter never wanted for anything. He knew she didn't like what he did, but she enjoyed its rewards. And times like last night it was just easier to walk out of their house and come to Smurf's, drink a few with the boys and sleep it off in his old room. So here he was in the predawn hours hoping he could just fall back to sleep. After another 45 minutes or so he gives up, gets up and heads to the bathroom to take a shower. After showering he can smell breakfast cooking in the kitchen.

He enters the kitchen to find Smurf cooking breakfast, his daughter sitting at the kitchen island.

"Morning, Lena, what are you doing here?" He mouths

"where's Cath?" To Smurf over Lena's head as he places a kiss on the top of her head.

" Good Morning Baz, Cath just dropped her off, she had to work early and apparently you didn't come home last night." Smurf says
Baz looks shocked,

"Is that what she said? Ask the boys, I went home, just decided it was better to come back, if I knew she had to work I would have brought Lena with me, so you didn't have to get up early." He comes around behind Smurf helping himself to a cup of coffee.

" No worries, Baby, Lena-roo and I are going to have some pancakes before school. Do you want some?" Smurf says smiling.

"No thanks, I'm good, anyone else up yet?" Baz asks

"Saw J, I think he went for a run, and Pope is out in the backyard. Not sure about the others the Scout isn't here, I didn't check their rooms." Smurf says, although Baz knows she tracks them all with their phones and he's sure she knows exactly where they all are. He walks outside where his brother is punching a punching bag on the far side of the pool.

"Pope. You ready for this job?" Baz asks his brother. Pope stops punching the bag, leaving the bag swinging.

"I will be when it's time to go. How you feel about J, because last night he really knew his shit. He thought to check international departure times and it turned out great. He reminds me of Julia, like Julia when we were little kids. He's real smart, just like her." Pope adjusts his gloves and starts hitting the bag. Baz takes up the position holding the bag for him. His eyebrows raise,

"Really? I still think he's up to something and we shouldn't trust him. So I guess I agree he does remind me of Julia. And I won't let him hurt us like she did. Well Cath dripped Lena off so I'm going to take her to school, Smurf made pancakes." He walks back across the pool deck.

Charming California
Tuesday 10:30pm

The gates of Teller-Morrow Automotive are closed, but the lot is full, bikes are parked in neat rows against the far fence. The BBQ Grill was going, there was an enormous buffet of food set up outside along the clubhouse wall under the open roof. There are club members, their wives, children and friends all over. Beer is flowing as they celebrate one of their members return. Chibs, a Native Scotsman who had spent the past few months in Belfast taking care of some club business with their Belfast charter and spending time with his wife and daughter, who live in Belfast. Jax is standing at a picnic table with several club members as a scantily clad girl approaches with a tray of shots. Jax is about to take his when his phone rings. He looks at the caller id, waves off the shot and steps away from the group into the lot. He stands by his bike as he answers the phone.

"Yeah, Teller here."

"Package is loaded, will depart in the morning, should be to you by nightfall. They have the meet location, don't be late." The voice on the other end states.

"We will be there, waiting. It's a pleasure doing business with you. I will have the balance due plus a down payment on the next shipment." Jax replies

"Oh and Mr. Teller the other part of the arrangement, there was a change, it shouldn't be a problem but we had to move a bit more north than you had agreed to, and we are going to have to ask you to distribute it as well, that won't be a problem will it." The voice asks. Jax's hand tightens around his forehead pulling on his hair, he recovers takes a few deep breaths.

"That was not what I agreed to." Jax says trying to keep the anger out of his voice.

"If it's a problem, we have several other offers for your merchandise and they would have no problem with the increase of the cocaína. Is this going to be a problem?" The voice retorts. Inhaling deeply Jax answers.

"We need the guns, so we will make it work. My club doesn't even know about the blow yet, but we will make it work. You tell your guy we will see him tomorrow." Jax snaps his phone closed and returns to the party. Although he suddenly doesn't feel much like partying. He does notice that Clay is sitting alone, so he approaches him.

"Clay, we need to talk" Clay motions for him to sit, Jax shakes his head "in private" They walk across the lot to the garage office, turning on the light and closing the door, Clay takes a seat at the desk, Jax stays standing pacing in the small office.

"You want to tell me what's going on, son" Clay says leaning back in his chair. Jax flops onto the couch.

"I might have really fucked up this deal." Jax says running his fingers through his sandy hair.

"What do you mean?" Clay questions.

"Well they didn't want to make the deal unless they could mule some blow in the truck with our guns, so I agreed. They just called and changed the deal. We have to distribute and it's more than expected. I agreed, they wouldn't give us the guns without it. We need the guns or we lose all our business." He drops his head, running his fingers through his hair, again, a nervous habit.

"You did what you had to do son, to make the deal, we will just sweeten the deal with the Niners and the Mayans they already have their own drug trades, so we are just helping them. You were smart to make the deal and even smarter to keep it from the club. I will reach out to LaRoy and Alvarez tell them we will let them know once we get it in hand, but I doubt they will say no. Just like they did to you we can hold the guns over them. Now we better get out there and enjoy the party before your mother comes looking for us." They stand up and exit the office walking back to the party.

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