Chibs | Sick of being Used | Tig | Sons of Anarchy || Book Three

Insecurities

The celebrations didn't last long after th eyes walked out through the chapel doors. Jax had his arm slung around Clara's shoulder and Ratboy and Miles looked at her shocked once they seen the vest on her back.

"Hey Clay we've got company!"

Phil said and pointed up to the tv screen that showed Sheriff Roosevelt and another car waiting outside on the street. Jax removed his arm from around Clara's shoulder and looked up at the screen along side everyone else.

"Yeah, he's probably waiting to tail us. Follow us once we leave."

Jax said stepping up beside Clay. Clay's eyes never left the screen as he watched the people moving about down the block.

"Well if he does he can't follow all of us."

Clay suggested.

"Uh... Jax and Opie you're with me. The rest of you I need your help getting us there. Squiggy, you're driving the tow truck."

Clay said as he started to walk away. Miles turned and raided his voice a bit in question watching as Clay went to leave the room.

"Is this because you're upset with me?"

He called out. Juice snorted as he along with everyone else started to walk past him, only Juice stopped for a moment and got up close to Miles's face and gave him a rather intimidating once over.

"It's because we're on parole genius."

"Meaning they can only ride together unless they're working."

Clara finished up causing Miles to turn and look at her. He narrowed his eyes slightly looking from her vest and back up to her face. She knew good and well that Miles wasn't the least bit happy seeing that vest on her. Even though he had taken orders from her while the boys were away now that they were back it was obvious that he hadn't had any plans to continue to follow them.

She knew this and Miles knew that she knew it when she rolled her eyes and shook her head walking away with the rest of the guys outside, only slowing down briefly to overhear Clay telling Tig to stay close to her. She acted as if she hadn't heard them talking. Tig seemed rather flustered about not being at Clay's side, but calmed down a bit once Clay told him to keep an eye out on her.

Walking outside to their bikes they all climbed on them. Clara noticed that there wasn't really anyone else left standing around now as the welcome party had all dispersed probably half an hour or more ago. Which in Clara's case was rather lucky for her seeing as how Gemma would have probably thrown a massive fit had she seen the patch on Clara's back.

Speaking of which, she made the mental note that she would have to avoid Gemma for the remainder of their lives. That is to say if she wanted to stay alive.

Riding down the road behind the tow truck and at the back of the group made Clara a bit nervous. Even with Tig in the back with her and the other Prospects, she was still nervous about being officially riding with the Club.

She knew she shouldn't have allowed it to happen, but she quickly found herself thinking back to when she had first asked Clay about joining the Club. He had straight up turned her down, saying that the Club was no place for a woman... that was three years ago.

"Clara!"

Tig yelled put, pulling her attention from her thoughts and making her look his way through her shades. He nodded behind him causing her to glance in her left mirror and seen the cops behind them. She snorted it was just as Jax had said they were gonna follow them.

As the car drove up closer behind her, she had gotten an idea. As Clay gave the signal that they were gonna split apart and he, Jax, and Opie broke and the cops tried to follow Clay and the others Clara slammed on her breaks and had the cops hit the back of her bike.