Chapter 15

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The sun was setting as Denni sat on the old A/C unit. She pulled her knees up into her chest and wrapped her arms around herself. Letting out a tired breath, she watched as the chaos of Teller Morrow dissipated. She couldn't believe how fast she'd been sucked back into the life she'd been running away from. 

She heard someone clear their throat behind her, announcing their presence. She already knew who it was before they sat next to her. "How'd it go with Unser?" She asked. 

Jax shrugged. "Two goons saw him this morning. Said they were detectives on a case."

She let out a snort at that. "Looks like the goons are evolving." She huffed. They sat in silence before she spoke up again. "I'm sorry for this afternoon."

Jax shook his head. "No, you're not." He said with a chuckle. 

She shrugged as she stood and flashed a hint of a smile. "Maybe just a little."

"We're the ones that should be sorry." He admitted. "We had no idea what Clay was doing."

Her fists clenched at the mention of Clay's name. "Yea, well now y'all know why I've been laying low and keeping my distance. The less I associated with the club the better."

"But why were you running out of town?" He asked. "That part doesn't make sense."

She sighed and turned to face him. "You know how you guys keep shit out of Charming?" She asked. At his nod, she continued. "I did the same thing. I kept it out of Tacoma. They already had eyes on them… my shit would've just added to it."

He let it sink in. "You were protecting the club."

She rolled her eyes again at him. "I'm always protecting the club. Club comes first. Always." She huffed as she lifted the sleeve of her hoodie. "I May not wear a patch, but I've got the tattoo to prove it."

Jax smirked at the tattoo. "Still can't believe they let you get that." 

She smiled at the memory. "Yea well it was either let me get the tattoo or let me prospect." 

"Wouldn't  have been a bad idea." He shrugged. 

The sound of metal on concrete got their attention. An old beat up Buick rolled onto the lot with what looked like a tire blow out. Deni watched as Piney took care of the potential customer. Her eyes grew wider as the man behind the wheel stepped out of the car. He was tall and lanky with a big old nose. "Holy shit." She almost laughed. 

Jax's brows knitted together in confusion. "What's up?" He asked as stood to get a closer look. 

"That's them." She pointed out. "These are the goons."

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Lenny and Sully had cooked up their plan the minute they had left the diner earlier that day. They had already stopped in with the sheriff so if things got dicey they had their asses covered. But they decided that a tow just wouldn't work. Sully had actually suggested that they roll into the garage with an issue with the tire. Then they could scope it out. 

As Lenny stood and looked around, he could see that they were exactly where they wanted to be. He saw the pristine row of bikes, and leather clad men walking about. This was it. He wondered if he flashed a badge if they'd talk to him.  

Sully must have read that last thought, because he was soon squeezing himself out of the car and walking around the front to get a good look at the garage itself. As he took a step, Lenny cleared his throat, getting his attention. With a nod towards the clubhouse, Sully headed in that direction. 

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