Chibs | This Life | Tig | Sons Of Anarchy || Book One

Long Lost is the Wicked Way

It was the next morning when clay held a mandatory meeting. Now that Clara had arrived to the clubhouse protocols had to be taken and some rules needed to be set. On top of figuring out what they were going to do with ATF and the feud between the Niners and the Mayans.

"With Clara being up here I'm worried about this whole ATF deal coming after her." Jax spoke up.

He had seen his younger cousin earlier today once he return to the club that following morning. The first thing that she had done when she seen him was jump up from the bar and rushed toward him only to throw her arms around his neck and pull him in a tight locking hug.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time and they were closely connected to one another. Jax didn't have any other siblings or cousins besides her, not since Thomas, so of course he felt as if she was a sister to him not just a cousin with how closely they grew up together before her dad and her decided to move down south.

"ATF is trying to get out everybody and anybody that the club knows. With her turning up at this moment it's going to look real suspicious for the feds. And I don't want her getting hurt."

"Nobody wants that Jax. Which is why she staying here." Clay said speaking up causing everyone to agree in their own way.

"Yeah, guess she'd rather hear our old people sex than her family's." Tig joked after the fact that one of the reasons why Clara said she wanted to stay at the club rather than at her aunt and uncles home causing the Club to laugh -- including Jax.

Clay gave Tig a knowing look of 'watch it' before his eyes landed back in the middle of the table.

"We'll get to that in a minute. Now with Bobby in jail and the feds busting down our doors every other day, we've gotta do something about everything --"

Back outside the doors to the chapel, as Clay called it, Clara was walking around and exploring the old joint going over lost memories and such you could say.

As she walked along the halls she noticed a large area of where everyone's picture was hung on the wall and it was all of them being entered into the system. She raised eyebrow wondering if this was what her father had meant when he told her that the club had been busted.

Everyone seems slightly younger in it so she figured that's what this was for. She shook her head knowing that her family was always in for trouble when it came to the law.

As she continued further down the hall they are sitting at the end of the hall where it's split off into two different directions with a beautiful blue bike. She smiled as she looked over the beautiful work of the machine. Her hands slowly touched the tip of the handle bar and made its way down and along the spedometer and down onto the seat of the bike.

She sighed deeply a feeling of longing although she would say filled her when she looked at this bike. However she was slightly startled by the opening of the chapel doors and turning to see that the club members filed out talking amongst themselves and going their own ways through the club. Some stayed and some left.

She walked back over to the doors and peered inside seeing that Clay and Tig was still sitting in the room. They both acknowledged her when she entered.

"Am I allowed to be in here?"

Were the first words that left her lips as she looks down at the table and seeing the carving of the Reaper right in the middle of it. Her eyes then came back up and looked between Clay and Tig.

"Yeah it's fine." Clay motioned for her to take a seat.

She sat down next to Tig who sat next to Clay at the head of the table. She placed her hands out onto the table and cupped them together and she listened to them speak.

"Well, we have the vote on if it was okay for you to stay here at the clubhouse. With all the crazy shit that we have going on right now it's just not safe for you to stay at a motel here in town. So you can stay here for as long as needed." Clay stated.

"We gotta make sure you're protected." Tig added looking her way.

" You guys keep talking about protection as if I'm some defenseless woman. I'm not."

"We never said you were. I know you can hold your own I've seen it when you and Jax used to play fight and wrestle you'd kick his ass almost every time."

Clay stated from his leaned back position in his chair. Tig's hand came up and found itself on top of her left hand pulling it away from the other as he gave her a reassuring squeeze which caused her to look at their hands and then into his eyes. He had this serious demeanor about him one that she hadn't recalled seeing before since knowing him.

"This thing with the ATF has two gangs railed up and ready for blood with anyone who is even associated with SAMCRO; including families. We've seeing first-hand what these motherfuckers can do the ATF they play dirty. We just don't wanna see anymore family hurt by them."

Clay watch closely as Tig spoke to his niece. Clay's eyes wandered down-to their hands as soon as he reached out and took her into his, Clay knew exactly where this was going.

Clara sighed, showing that she wasn't happy with the situation but at the same time she understood what it was trying to say. If ATF really was playing dirty then it was true no matter how prepared or how well one could defend themselves everyone was at target walking around out there.

Not to mention whatever this beef was between the gangs that had flooded into Charming was now on the table as well.

"Alright, Sargeant I guess I'll hang low off the radar as much as possible. Thank you."

She said looking Tig in the eye. He didn't break eye contact with her -- she was the one who did so also while pulling away her hand from his as she stood from the table.

"Guess I'll go and make that back room feel more like home since I'll be staying there for quite some time."

She said rising from the table and looking at everyone in the room. She gave me a small nod before turning away and exiting the room to go and do exactly what she said she was going to do.