Anarchy Is Our Only Hope

It had been a week since the party, Nelly and I were together day in and day out.

The rides back to Sonoma were becoming bittersweet.

Nelly liked being in Charming, and frankly I liked her being there.

We knew that the next day we'd see each other again, but it was the comfort we missed.

You could call it young love, you could call it hormone infested kids.

We knew what it was, and that's what mattered.

Nelly was driving up to the shop, her mom's car had to be fixed.

"Did you kill anyone on the way up?"

"No, ass. I didn't kill anyone."

Nelly held herself up on the car door.

My lips met hers, that intangible spark lit between us.

"Good, you're two weeks away from throwing those crutches out. You don't need to get yourself fucked up further."

Her mouth lit with the gentlest of smiles.

"Awe, you care."

"Stop eating shit, Nel."

I grinned.

She kissed my cheek.

"Well, hopefully I'll finally be free of these damn things!"

She reached into the car and pulled out her crutches.

"Your therapist said you were doing good Nel, don't stress it."

She wrapped her small hand around my side, I placed mine around her shoulder.

"I hope so, it'd be really fucked up if I had to graduate with crutches." 

She said with a shake of her head.

"Lowell, you mind driving Nelly's car into the shop?"

"No problem, Jax."

I tossed him the keys, he missed them for scratching at heroin scabs.

Poor guy, he was lost in a world of drugs.

A dope fiend that found himself working here, his old man used to be a mechanic for Teller - Morrow..

"BANG!"

The sound interrupted my thought.

"Lowell! Fucking Christ man!"

He managed to crash Nelly's car into the wall of the garage.

"Lowell, all I asked was for you to move it a few fucking feet!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, fuck.."

"Lowell, don't worry about it."

Nelly interjected, she waved him off.

"Jax it's fine.. At least I'm in the right place to get it fixed."

Nelly soothed by rubbing my side.

"This is coming out of your paycheck, Lowell."

She placed her crutch under her arm.

"Hey Chibs, since you're here, wanna  get off your ass and fix my car?"

She began walking towards him.

The clumsy girl from Sonoma, intoxicated me.

Everything from her smile, to the way she bent over the car.

It was easy to watch her.

She was effortless, she exuded warmth and light.

I was just a moth radiating towards it all. 

I watched her toss her head back in laughter, Chibs cracked a joke.

"Nelly, get out from under that hood. Chibs can't teach you shit."

I walked over to them.

"Hey! Hey!"

They both said in unison.

Over the past week, I noticed Chibs and Nelly developing a friendship.

"Jackie boy, you wouldn' know an engine from a damn carburetor!"

"Yeah, I don't see you under the hood, Jax."

Nelly put her hand on her hip, a smirk forming on her lips.

"Well, I have other things I need to do. If I didn't, I'd be under the hood."

They both sucked their teeth.

"Psh, yeah right."

"I don't have time for this two on one, alright? I gotta head out."

Nelly laughed.

"Alright babe, sorry you're such a big baby."

She kissed my lips.

"I'll show you a baby."

"Oh yeah?"

We kissed again.

"Aye! Will you two get a room?!"

Chibs threw his arms up.

"I'm workin' here!"

"Angry Scot men, no good for anyone."

Nelly said, and returned to her position next to Chibs.

"I'll see you in a few, Nel."

I kissed the back of her head and walked toward my bike.

"Oh Jax!"

Nelly shouted from across the garage. 

"What, loudmouth?"

She grinned.

"Dinner at Gemma's, eight o'clock okay?"

"You cooking?"

"Assisting."

"Try not to kill us?"

Chibs interrupted.

"I told you I couldn't cook in confidence, Chibs!"

She turned back to me.

"Eight o'clock, Jax!"

Nelly waved me goodbye and went back to her car.

I rode off the lot.

Clay, Tig, Juice, and I had business to take care of.

I made my way out to Oakland to meet up with them.

I got there at one, I knew my day was just beginning, and it wasn't gonna be a clean one.

"What took you so long, brother?"

Tig said as I parked by bike along the corner of the curb.

"Lowell crashed Nelly's car into the garage wall, had to stay longer than expected."

"Fuck, well you're here now. So let's get down to business."

Clay removed his gun from the holster as he divulged details of our attack.

"Juice, you're gonna be look out, Tig and I are gonna go 'round the back."

We stood right outside the home we were about to destroy.

"Jax, you take care of the front. We find the nigger and we blow his brains out. Understood?"

I nodded in understanding of what we were about to do.

A man, Dwayne Harrison, recently turned rat on one of our allies the One- Niners.

He was spewing information left and right, he was putting the Sons name along with the Niners in his list.

ATF was eating this shit up, so they had him under wit pro. 

If we took care of this for the Niners, they'd be in major debt to the club.

Exactly what Clay wanted.

We separated and began executing the tasks handed to us.

I pulled my own gun out of the holster, I creeped along side the length of the house.

No guard had been at the front, but I looked around to see if any were patrolling.

Zero.

I kicked open the front door, Tig and Clay tied up two cops and placed black bags over their heads.

Tig's next task was to knock them out cold.

Clay didn't want a single word being heard.

Clay and I made our way up the stairs, we searched every room for Dwayne. 

"Where the fuck is he? Stupid nigger!"

As Clay's frustrations grew, I took a moment to look back around the first room. 

It was white walls, with a simple twin bed in the middle.

I looked up and noticed an attic door.

I silently motioned to Clay.

He came over and shot at the door.

"AH!!!"

A thud came from the inside.

I pulled the hatch and opened the door.

I received a kick to the jaw.

Anger began boiling over.

I grabbed Dwayne by his leg, making sure he slammed his head on every fucking step.

I grabbed his head and slammed it so hard into the last step that the wood cracked right down the middle.

He cried out in agony.

"Jax, enough!"

Clay began tying Dwayne up.

Once finished he dragged him downstairs and outside to the van.

"Juice, stay with Tig, make sure the cops stay cold."

"Yes, Clay."

Juice snapped into action and went inside.

I helped Clay toss Dwayne in the back.

We drove out a few miles north till we found an area secluded enough to finish what we came here for.

I parked the van on the grassless plains, Clay went around the back and removed Dwayne.

"Jax, give me your knife."

Clay asked, I pulled it out and handed it to him.

"This is for the Niners, you rat piece of shit."

Clay began cutting off three of his fingers, each had a roman numeral for the One-Niners.

Dwayne let out a blood curdling scream for each finger removed.

"Jax, finish him."

I walked up to Dwayne, I cocked my gun and blew three shots into his head without so much as a blink.

Blood sprayed back onto my clothes.

"Ah, fuck!"

"What's the matter princess, don't wanna get dirty?"

"No Clay, I just gotta change before we go to Gemma's for dinner."

"It ain't nothing nobody ain't seen befor-- ."

He paused and studied my face.

"That girl you're sweet on, what's her name, Nelly?"

I nodded.

"That's who you don't want to see it?"

 He removed his dark shades, and raised an inquisitive brow.

"Well kid, if she ain't just a piece of pussy, she's gonna have to see it eventually."

He slapped his massive hand against my back.

"We'll stop by the clubhouse so your little girlfriend don't see it for now."

We went back to the wit pro house and gathered Tig and Juice.

"I don't get why you didn't take me to do the fingers. Juice could have handled watching the semi-corpse."

Tig rambled as we drove down to Niners territory.

"Next time, Tiggy."

Clay shouted through the wind.

We arrived in Niners turf at four thirty.

"Laroy!"

He exited out of a club, infamous for being a Niners joint.

"Clay!"

Laroy Sr. embraced Clay.

"Let's just say, the rat's been exterminated."

Juice interjected.

I mouthed a "What the fuck." to him.

He looked down, no one laughed at his joke.

"You got the fingers?"

Laroy asked.

"Yeah, I got them."

Clay gestured for me to hand him the plastic bag with the fingers.

"Clay, Clay. I appreciate what you've done, Niners won't forget it."

"I will call back on that favor Laroy."

They embraced again.

Laroy Sr. was getting older.

He was nearing his sixties, though you couldn't tell.

You know, never aging gene.

Once Laroy retired his son, Laroy Jr. would be taking over his position.

Laroy Jr. was the opposite of his father,

 An entitled little prick who believed in nothing but his own wealth.

I wasn't looking forward to the day where he was running the Niners.

"You guys wanna kick it for a minute? My baby Tootie just brought some food down."

"No thanks, Laroy. My old lady is making a big dinner, she'll have my dick on a platter if I fill up now."

"Alright man, see you next week for those guns?"

Clay nodded.

We started up our bikes, the sound of all the engines like a symphony to our ears.

We had one last run for today.

Some Mayans needed to be deported in body bags.

Juice went off to play bitch boy at Gemma's house.

Chibs and Ope were meeting us at one of the Mayans prostituion joints.

"What took you guys so long?"

Opie said as he pulled off his helmet.

"Damn nigger was playing hide and go seek."

Clay spoke frustratingly.

"Now we gotta take care of these brown fuckers."

I interjected.

"Only way to put a message out there."

"Aye! No one steals from the Sons!"

Chibs said as he tossed me a shotgun.

I popped it tightly in place at the front of my bike.

"Exactly, so Clay and I talked it over. Here's what we are gonna do."

The men gathered as I set down our retaliation, Mayans thought that the way to become top dog was to take down Sons.

We weren't just gonna lay down and let it happen.

"They put a damn pipe bomb under Piney's bike, we are gonna blow this whore house sky high."

I continued.

"We get all the pussy and dick that ain't Mayan out first."

The men all nodded in agreement.

We got back on our bikes and rode up to the house.

Opie grabbed his bag of explosives from his bike.

We walked through the door, and hell was being brought to the tiny whore house in Oakland.

"Get out! Get out!"

Half naked ladies ran around like chicken's with their heads cut off; men tried to run without their pants dropping to their ankles."

"Get out, you nasty bastard!"

Chibs forcefully shoved a man out the door.

I walked to the nearest bedroom door, I cracked the shotgun and let it take care of the rest.

Wood chips flew in every direction, a whole the size of a a grapefruit was formed in the door.

"Ah!!"

A woman screamed, apparently she was in the middle of sucking a Mayan's dick.

"Get the fuck out."

I said, she scurried off just like the rest of them.

"Fuck you, white boy!

He reached for his gun, I reacted first.

Boom.

Shot to the chest, a bloody hole similar in size to the one in the door.

"Taco dick mother fucker!" 

I heard Tig shout from across the hall.

"Tig what the --."

Tig and a Mayan, this one was a well known member, Tico Ramirez were scuffling on the floor.

Tig not one to fight without every inch of his body, he took a chunk of Tico's ear between his teeth.

Rip, off it went.

"OH FUCKING GOD! MADRE DE DIOS!"

Tig pulled out his knife and plunged it into Tico's chest.

Blood splattered back onto his face, it also trickled down his chin.

"Tig, do you always have to go for the ear?"

"Well, I don't want to bite off his dick."

He shrugged, Tig was a man unaffected by the amount of violence in his life.

We walked back to the main room of the house.

Everything was clear and ready to burst.

"Ope, you got this?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Alright, we'll be outside."

Clay said, he slipped his glasses back on his face.

Ten minutes later, Ope came outside.

He held the remote in hand, we drove off a couple miles away.

Kaboom.

It was an explosion heard for miles.

Our time in Oakland was done, at least for today.

We drove back to Teller-Morrow.

"Tig, you look like Hannibal Lecter. Clean up, you ain't going to my house like that." said Clay.

"I like meat man!"

Tig laughed like a manic man.

"Just clean up, Tig."

Clay shook his head.

I walked into the apartment and began piling my clothes in a corner.

I turned the shower nozzle and let steam fill up the tiny space.

I let the hot water run over me.

I treated it as a soothing pat, it was my way of finding comfort in what I did.

Thoughts had crossed my mind, maybe in another time violence wouldn't have to be a part of the daily grind.

Those thoughts quickly flushed down the drain, along with my dirt and grime.

"Hey baby."

I walked behind Nelly, she sautéed greens in a pan. 

"Oh hey, Jax."

She turned to face me, a bright smile creased across her lips.

"What have you been up too?" I asked.

"Nothing, I was with Chibs until he left. Then Gemma picked me up, and we've been cooking since."

She looked up at me, a gleam in her eye.

Her every smile was sincere, filled with something I wasn't able to read.

"What was that about any way? Chibs said you needed him."

She turned back to her greens.

I paused, I didn't know how to answer without a lie.

A lie which could blow back in my face.

I had no qualm about blowing up a building.

But lying to Nelly was something that weighed heavy.

To exist simultaneously with her was a gift.

One which I planned to keep as long as I could.

If she knew what really went behind growing the Sons..

The blood that lands on the hands of the club...

Would she stick around for as long as I hoped?