Venomous (Jax Teller)

nineteen

"Thanks, Eli," Julia shut the car door, waving her brother off before walking a few miles to get to the club.

With the feds still lurking around the corner, she didn't want her brother to be spotted too close to any of the usual SAMCRO spots. It was better if he didn't come around her at all, but she supposed she was a bit too selfish to make that leap just yet. She had been taking care of her baby brother since they were kids, and she wasn't going to leave him alone now.

Julia walked into the club, pushing up her sunglasses, "Sorry i'm late, boys."

"Julie," Tig greeted with a smirk, "You are looking extra fine right now."

"Tig," Julia stepped up to him, "You think you're getting away with this because Jax and Vince aren't here right now, but, uh...you aren't. I know how to throw a punch, remember?"

"Very good one too," Tig complimented, but backed off, leaving the room.

"Where are Jax and Vince anyway?"

Bobby looked over at her, "Went back down to St. Thomas with Opie to talk to some truck driver that crashed. Jax found meth in his truck."

Julia sighed and took a seat after opening a beer, "Darby?"

"Oh yeah. Just gotta make sure he's not trying to deal out of Charming again."

"And Luanne? How'd we do on her?"

Clay smacked his hand on her back as he entered the room, "Another 55 grand. Where have you been, sport?"

Julia took a swig of her beer, "Just had to deal with some family business. Why? Did you miss me?"

Julia stood up, flipping him her middle finger as she walked outside. She did a double-take when she saw an ambulance rolling into one of the garages before the door was closed.

Julia walked right back in, "Uh, Clay? Someone hurt?"

"No, why?"

"Hmm....then did you order an ambulance?"

Clay gave her an odd look, "No."

"Then why the fuck did one just pull into Teller-Morrow?"

"What?" Clay walked with her over to the garage.

Juice, Tig and Half-sack were already in there, the doors closed and the ambulance just sitting there.

"I had nothing to do with this," Juice claimed, pointing his finger at Half-sack.

Half-sack shuffled awkwardly, "Yeah. These things are worth, like, a hundred grand, easy."

Julia laughed under her breath as she rubbed her temples in frustration, "Ok."

Clay crossed his arms, "Yeah, they are. That's why the people who buy 'em are, like, state and federal agencies and shit."

"Ok."

"So, what? You want me to sell a stolen vehicle to the government?"

This earned a few laughs from the others, but Julia could only stare at the ambulance and wonder what the hell they were going to do with it. She liked Half-sack. Really, she did. But he wasn't all too bright when it came to this kind of stuff.

Half-sack, "Oh, uh just...Something like a small hospital or something."

"Oh, like, uh, Uncle Freddy's Infirmary? What?" Clay joked.

"Why don't you just steal a fire engine? And then we could have our own rescue center. We could have our own little uniforms and hats. We could have Julie over here play nurse," Tig spoke in a baby voice.