Fight between mc!nick&mc!sonny please 💖

carisi-dreams:

I briefly mentioned it in a fill…somewhere…that I don’t have the patience to dig up. but this occurs on the way back to the Guardianes club house after the threat that put the lock down in place is taken care of. also is thirty or so minutes before this.

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“What the hell, Nick!? Are you trying to kill me?” Sonny yelled as he roughly pulled off his helmet and tossed it aside.

Nick had immediately jumped off of his bike after pulling to a shoulder on the long stretch of road. They had taken care of their problem which had put all three clubs in lockdown and were on the way home when Nick had suddenly cut Sonny off and pulled over.

“I should ask you the same thing!” Nick yelled as Sonny got right up into his face. “You’re the reason we’re even in any of this mess,” he spat. Fin and a couple of his members had pulled over to see what the commotion was as well and Matt and Razor were shedding their helmets as they eyed their respective presidents.

Sonny thew Nick an incredulous look and shoved him back, which set everyone into motion as Nick threw out an arm to hold Razor back. “You’re full of shit, Amaro.”

“Full of shit? I’m full of shit!? If you hadn’t had this brilliant idea for the massage parlor and alliances we wouldn’t all have a giant target painted on our backs! On our clubs’ backs! On our girlfriend’s back!” Nick shouted.

“If you don’t have a target on your back, you’re not making big moves. And if you’re not making big moves, you don’t have a club, ese. You just have a bunch of matching vests,” Sonny spat before going. “No one here forced you to get on board. You signed on because you thought it was a good idea, and clearly it is if it’s ruffling feathers. Your girlfriend isn’t the only one who was in danger and she wasn’t in danger because of me. She was in danger because of you, and you know it. You’re just looking for someone to blame because you feel guilty about—” Sonny was stabbing the air with his finger as Fin and his guys looked on in vague disinterest.

Before he could go on, Nick swung and punched him in the face. In moments half a brawl had broken out as Nick and Sonny traded punches. Razor and Matty went to jump in to pull them away from each other, but got distracted with pushes of their own and soon those two men were also at each other’s throats before Fin finally stepped in. Sonny and Nick had hit the dirt at this point, rolling around and kneeing each other in between punches as they hurled expletives. Fin made a weary gesture for his guys to separate Razor and Matty before leaning down and pulling up Sonny by the back of his vest and standing in front of him and pushing Nick away.

“Not really the place for a family feud, gentleman,” he drawled as he looked between them. Their chests were heaving and they bared their teeth at each other in a parody of smiles.

“If you want to go back to being a big fish in a small pond, you let me know. We’ll draw up the paperwork any day,” Sonny hurled at Nick before pulling away and heading over to his bike. “I’d rather get home to my girlfriend than spend time in the dirt with you.” He spat a mouthful of blood in the dirt at that and jerked his head at Matty. When Matt hesitated he called his name sharply and picked up his helmet and shoved it over his head. With one last glare in their direction Sonny started his engine and took off into the setting sun.