' "You look..." "Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?" '
Amidst the shadows of the little town of Charming, this chaotic and dangerous scene steps in Giselle Telford, a woman dead set on escaping the shadows of her past to embrace an uncertain future...
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Meanwhile, Clay, Jax, Chibs, and Opie are waiting near a gas station. Clay's pacing, phone pressed to his ear, talking to Bobby. Then he gets the news.
The moment the call ends, Jax looks at him, confused "What?"
"Bounty hunters. Just picked up Tig..." Clay says, his tone heavy. Then, turning to Chibs, he adds, "...and Giselle."
The weight of those words hits them instantly. Jax's face hardens, Opie's brows furrow, and Chibs' expression shifts to outright worry.
"What the hell for?" Opie snaps, his irritation barely contained.
"Half-Sack's trailing 'em," Clay mutters.
"Son of a bitch," Chibs blurts out, his concern for his daughter growing by the second "How the hell did that happen?"
Clay exhales sharply and throws in a snarky, "Ask the Jew in leather," as he starts pacing again. They did not need this right now.
Jax, now standing near his bike, tries to think it through, but his worry for Giselle clouds his judgment. He knew this wasn't going to end well. Bringing her along had been a mistake. She should've stayed with him, under his watch. He can't shake the thought—he should've been more careful.
"Could've been the hospital," Jax finally suggests, his voice tight "Bounty hunters pay admins to flag names tied to... less-than-legal shit."
Clay shakes his head "If Tig had an outstanding warrant, I'd know about it."
"Might be out of state," Jax counters "If the bounty's big enough, they could be hauling his ass to Maine."
Opie steps in, his frustration mounting "Okay, Tig I get, but Giselle? Why the hell'd they take her?"
No one has an answer.
Chibs takes a step forward, his voice firm "I don't care what my daughter's done. We gotta go after them."
Clay rolls his eyes, his tone dripping with practicality "We've got a delivery to make."
That hits a nerve. Chibs glares at him, and Jax clenches his jaw, his patience fraying. "We're not just talking about Tig here," Jax says, his voice low but intense. "Elle's involved too."
Clay exhales, clearly annoyed, and tries to backtrack "Bobby, Happy, and Half-Sack'll handle it. We've got other priorities."
Chibs doesn't let it go. "Hey... The bondsmen don't have jurisdiction. There's nothin' stopping us from taking them back."
Clay stops in his tracks, turning to face him. "What's stopping us is six bedrolls full of illegal handguns," he snaps. "We get caught chasing after them now, and this whole club goes to hell."
Jax steps in, trying to keep his cool. "We've got a chance if we move now," he says, though his voice betrays his rising anger.
He's this close to decking Clay for being so damn stubborn. He knows Clay's thinking like a president—business first, always—but this isn't just business.
