"I was in the winter of my life
And the men I met along the road were my only summer
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them
I was a singer
Not a very popular one
I once had dreams of becoming a beauti...
"What's this meeting about anyway?" I ask Clay, leaning on our black van.
"The Irish Kings have some new guns to show us, upgrade our collection." He answers, bored.
Two black cars pull up and Galen and his guys step out. We shake hands and they pull a big crate out of one of the car's trunk. Happy and Ope open it to reveal some automatic, modified AK-47s, some AS50s and AS Vals. Fucking high end weapons. Clay rubs his palms together and grabs an AK, spinning it around, happy as a kid on Christmas morning.
Galen smiles and pats him on the back. "Be ready for two shipments next week, these are gonna be all the craze, knock competition out of the park." The guys also pick up some weapons and Galen looks at me. "Jax, may I have a word?"
He steps away from everyone and I follow him, curious. "Look kid, me and Clay have talked about this cartel business and how you can't see eye to eye." I knit my eyebrows together, wondering what his business is."You should stop questioning his authority, that's not what a good vp does."
"Who's authority I do or don't question inside the club is between me and the club members." I say offended.
"You have to keep these rage fits in check, you're not an angsty teen anymore." He spits out with superiority and gets in my face "Or maybe you want to get kicked out from the club." He smirks and I elbow him in the face, wiping the smirk right off. He falls to the ground and I lash out to get on top of him, but one of his guys puts a shotgun to my chest.
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I watch as he slowly gets up, spitting blood. "You don't get to tell me what to do or not do in my club, old man." I yell out.
Clay steps in between us waving his hands, while Happy, Tig and Ope are aiming their guns towards Galen's errand boys. "There's no need for this, come on Galen, tell your man to leave the gun down."
I make eye contact with the Irish man, who's now glaring at me. "What, you gonna have the mother-charter's vp and son of one of the original nine's shot?" I squint my eyes at him. "That's gonna create a lot of trouble for you."
He signals his guy to leave the gun down and I take a few steps back, lighting a cigarette.
"The kings are gonna want to hear this." He says getting back into one of the cars and leaving.
"What the fuck was that?" Asks Opie but I ignore him and get back in the van, eyeing Clay.
The drive back is quiet and tense, no one knowing what to say or wanting to say anything. I feel Opie judging me; seems like I push him away with every chance I get. Why the fuck is Clay talking club business outside the club, to Galen above all...
Today I'm making a real change, not just sitting around and complaining. I tell the guys to drop me off at Diossa and they do. When we get there I see Liz' car parked out front; I forgot she said she had a meeting today, to find a stage name.
