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

Our Little Deal

How she ended up riding along side Opei was a miracle. Jax had ended up arguing with Clay over allowing her to go with them to the point where Clay ended up getting pissed off and letting her come.

The whole point was to avoid pissing off Clay, but it seemed that Jax had no problem going right at it with him.

She was shocked to see the two fighting so bad over something. This was the first time she had seen the two fight and honestly it kind of scared her seeing Clay that angry.

They informed her that they needed to swing by a store first and pick up some things. She was made to wait out front, staying out of Club business as much as possible was their goal for her.

She waited for probably a good twenty minutes before she found herself growing curious and getting off her bike.

She walked up to the window of the store front and peeked inside. It seemed like a military/camping store of types from what she could tell.

However, [Name] couldn't see anyone in the front of the store at all which made her grow curious.

Frowning ever so slightly she turned her back to the window and sighed deeply, wondering what it was they were transporting and where to.

She stayed proped up against the window for a moment longer till she heard the door next to her open and Juice peeked his head out the door.

"You're wanted inside."

He informed her. She raised a brow, wondering what the hell was going on because she knew good and well that it was Club business and so she couldn't help but wonder. Pushing herself up off the side of the store she walked inside and followed Juice into the far back of the store.

It was dimly lit and there were crates upon crates of things. Once Juice and her got back into the back of the store they walked up to the circle of guys that were there Clay motioned for her to come forward.

"This is the lass?"

A man asked with an Irish tone. She looked at him with her hands shoved in her jacket pockets. Clay nodded, causing the man's eyes to dart from Clay to her.

"I've been told you're Clay's niece."

The man stated just as a younger boy came out from around the corner. He was carrying a smaller box and placed it on the table in front of them.

"I've also been told I can trust you, which is an odd thing."

"Why's that?"

She asked, noticing the Irish accent right off the bat. He glanced over to Chibs who stood behind her and then back to her.

"Because, I've never known so many Sons to back up a woman with their word and doing so -- pressuring."

She looked from the man over to Clay, who looked down at her and gave her a shrug of her shoulders.

"You know your way around guns."

Clay said nonchalantly. She felt a shock of excitement go up her spine. They were going to transport guns! She bit her lower lip as she felt warmth pool in her belly.

A thought crossed her mind as to why Clay had brought her back here with the Club and now her questions were slowly starting to fill with answers. She was totally into guns. She loved them. They were a hobby of hers if she could ever say she had one.

She loved the feeling she got when she held on in her hands -- the power it gave her. Her mother's brother had made sure to train her in all the different ways of different guns and taught her how to identify each one. She was by far no master when it came to guns, but she had learned enough to know what she was talking about when it came to the subject.