Delaney Monroe and her brothers grew up around the club. With Gemma and clay as their parental figures it was bound to happen. All three of the siblings are fully patched members of the club.They love the club and would do anything for their family...
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I rolled my eyes as I heard Tig laughing behind me on the ride as jax gripped on for dear life,not being a big fan of rides. "Will you shut up,asshole" I questioned,causing Bobby to laugh and Tig to lean forward,resting his arm around my shoulders "no can do sweetheart" he grinned,opting to stay in that position for the remainder of the ride.
I watched as Gemma and clay flirted with eachother and grinned at the two people who raised me,remembering when I used to wish for a relationship like theirs. Before everything went to shit. I rolled my eyes but stuck a smile on my face as the Oswald family approached us "hey clay" Elliot greeted,holding his hand out to shake which clay took "How you doin' elliot?" He questioned with a grin "okay,clay" Elliot answered. I turned my attention to their daughter,tristen as she began to talk "I'm gonna go to the spinout" she told her mother who gave her a small smile "Tristen you've been on it four times already" before another word was said I pulled the left over tickets out of jax's jeans and held them out towards the young girl "Hey,here" I said,quickly being stopped by Karen "That's not necessary" the woman insisted as she slightly stood infront of her daughter.
Ignoring the rudeness in her tone I smiled at tristen and held them closer to her "That's alright,they kicked us off cause this one was screaming too loud" I told her as I jutted my thumb towards jax who gave the girl a cheeky smile "what do you say?" Elliot asked his daughter who replied with a kind thank you before she ran off to the ride. "Cmon cmon" jax ushered me,Tig and Bobby away,leaving gem and clay to themselves.
"You're daddy throws like your mommy,he wear a bra and panties to your games?cmon,throw it again hotshot" I rolled my eyes as the guy dressed as a clown taunted the little boy,what a fuckin' asshole. "Five more bucks your son will be convinced your a loser" he continued as the guy walked away with his son "Darbys guys?" Bobby questioned as we eyed the men that walked past "I don't recognise 'em" jax answered "ooh,look at the big bad bikers,gonna get clowny all wet,huh?" The clown laughed as he sat on his stupid platform. Jax picked up the balls and got ready to throw them "cmon jax" I encouraged as he threw the first ball,missing the target "what's the matter tough guy? Can't put the ball in the tight hole,bet all your leather wearing butt buddies say the same. That why your little girlfriend over there looks so pissed off?" The clown mocked as he motioned to me.
"Oh no no that's a bozo no no" Tig taunted as he and Bobby walked over to the tank "oh Jesus you guys,I was just screwing around man. Come on!" The guy said as he began to panic. I smirked and walked over the to tank,climbing onto it and holding him under with my boot once Tig pressed the button,the boys watched with grins as jax helped me. Juice approached the four of us shortly after and told us that the Irish were coming,signaling that we needed to get back to the clubhouse.
We were stood around clay as he sat on his bike,watching the prospect as he swept up in the garage "you think the prospects deep enough?" Clay queried as we watched sack "May only have one nut. But it's a big one,I trust him" jax confirmed as he watched me light a cigarette with shaking fingers. I need a fix. "Hey prospect!" Clay hollered,grabbing the attention of kip "yeah?" The boy questioned as he stopped sweeping "cmon over here,learn a thing" clay told him,ushering him over to us "hurry up,hurry up" Tig pestered,making me hit him in the arm with a glare ,earning me a glare back.
"Don't screw this up sack" Tig warned "Good to see you Michael" clay smiled as he greeted the man "62s and AKs fresh from the Kremlin" Michael informed as he opened the back of the truck revealing the aforementioned guns. We all sat drinking in the clubhouse as clay explained the warehouse blowing up to the Irishman. I rolled my eyes at Tig as he moved next to me and hip checked me "fuck off" I mumbled loud enough for him to hear. He simply smirked and took another swig of his beer.
The next day
I was working on a car in the garage when clay,jax and chibs approached. I overheard them talking about Mckeavy and the guns and couldn't help the sigh that left my lips,the club was gonna be in deep shit if we couldn't get the money to the Irish. I stopped what I was doing when Elliot Oswald pulled into the lot and went and stood beside sack.
As soon as Oswald left the lot after a lengthy conversation with jax and clay the president called church and we all sat around waiting for him to inform us of what was going on. "We got a 200k deficit hanging over our heads. Do we really,really wanna be out there playing pro Bono Lone Ranger?" Tig ranted after clay had explained the situation which made me feel sick to my stomach "guy raped a 13 year old" I deadpanned,inhaling almost half a cigarette in one breath "thirteen,thirteen" Bobby repeated to confirm "I get it,I just don't like puttin my ass on the line for some outsider. Clay Oswald doesn't give a shit about samcro." I felt the anger rising in my body as Tig continued to shout and complain. Clay went in to explain that when bad shit happens in charming they don't go to the cops,they come to the club.
"so,if anybody wants to pass on this-" clay didn't get to finish before the room was filled with protests and chibs shouting in tigs face that he was in. "I'm in too. Guess we're huntin' a tot banger then" tig said making me roll my eyes at him for what felt like the millionth time. "Good,so what do we know?" Clay questioned "we saw a couple of guys sporting aryan ink. Not sure if they were darbys guys" jax revealed.
Once we had a plan In place,we informed Oswald and geared up,heading to the fairground.
