Clandestine

Chapter 6;

That morning, not much else was said to her, other than being offered a coffee. Which she kindly declined, and thanked Chibs for. Some members, who didn't live in the clubhouse eventually made their way there, being unaware of that morning events. The ones that did, though, were sure to keep their distance, or watched what they said at the very least. 

She didn't have a problem with stupid things being said, she didn't care for careless pr vulgar comebacks, or even inappropriate jokes. She really didn't, but something about Juice, and the way he spoke to her, kept her angry, or annoyed the entire time. Juice, in her mind, was a jackass. 

JD was wandering around the Sons clubhouse, checking things out. Her curious mind was never really put to rest, especially when she was in a new place, and it showed. She caught a few glances from Juice, as she wandered so aimlessly, she knew he was staring at her the entire time but she didn't care, just believed that he should work on being secretive, he was making painfully obvious. 

With her shoulder against one of the pillars that held up the garage, where she was a few of them try to figure out what was wrong with it. Halfsack and Opie had changed its oil, and cleaned that, they'd checked the engine, its tires and the axel of it underneath, but for some reason, the car now wouldn't start and both were muddled. 

JD stepped forward, not necessarily wanted to get into their business, but she figured she could at least try to help. "May I?" she asked, raising a brow at Opie who stood near her, wiping the oils that stained his hand on a dirtied rag he held in his hands. 

"Be my guest" He said, motioning his hand towards the car, she stepped forwards to examine it, the hood was lifted and she stood in front of it, silently as her eyes fell upon the machinery. With furrowed brows, she looked over at Halfsack. 

"Is there a light on, in the car?" she asked, he gave her a confused look before shrugging his shoulders at her. " Well? go check, on the dashboard, any one of the warning signs."

He did as he was told, checking out the inside of the car, once it was on he waited for a moment incase any of them took a bit to switch on, but shook his head. "None" he said simply. Thats when JD reached in, grabbing onto something she made a few adjustments before pulling back. She tossed a small toy car towards Opie, which he caught. 

"Thanks to that little thing, the accessory drive belt had slipped off its hinges completely, and the alternator is completely burnt out. That's why it won't start." She told them, both men were dumbfounded, this girl had impressed so many of the Sons already and it was just roughly one in the afternoon. 

"Did we finally manage to find out whats wrong with this badboy?" Jax, the Vice President asked as he came up behind JD, in response, Opie held up the toy car that was tossed to him just moments prior to his arrival. 

"Little miss JD figured it out, this messed with both the ADB and the alternator." He informed his VP, both brows still raised, he was impressed, and so was Jax. 

"Well, I'll be dammed" He breathed, giving JD a clap on the back, he laughed "I oughta hire you, and fire my boys here, huh?" he asked, of course in a joking matter. She simply nodded, giving a soft chuckle of her own. 

Their small celebration was soon put to its end, when a grumpy looking Clay walked passed, shouting in his rough, dominant tone of voice. "Church, now! Bring along the girl!" 

With that, everyone followed in pursuit, with Jackson Tellers arm draped around her shoulders, they walked in, his grin still wide and prominent. Making it into the chapel, everyone sat in their usual spots, and one was added for JD, Directly between Bobby and Tig. 

The very moment the doors were shut, Clays voice bellowed, in clear distraught "The Nords are getting completely out of hands, first, with their drugs being sold." he started, JD noticed the displeased looks, especially from Jax. There was a deeper story to this, and she knew it, it was a touchy subject. "and now, more blood is being spilt on Charmings streets, and its being pinned on us." Clay informed the bunch. 

"ATF is already crawling up our asses, but we need to take care of this shit." added Tig, nodding in agreement, everyone was stuck on what to do. They really couldn't afford more proof to be held against the Sons, especially not with ATF. 

But, JD was left in the dark, she hadn't had a single clue who these men were, but it was clear as day that they couldn't stand the Sons, for whatever reason. She raised her hand, Happy chuckled lowly, somehow finding it amusing. She got amused looks from around the table, and she rolled her eyes at that, then simply spoke "Who're the Nords? and are they the reason I was called down here?" she asked. 

Jax took it upon himself to answer, leaning back in his chair "The Nords are white supremacist douche bags that sold cocaine to my pregnant wife, killed many of our deals with other MC's and are trying too run us out of town. We would've killed them by now, but they're too smart. They've got so many connections and we can't get close without being watched." He stated, and JD sat there, taking it all in and ideas were already bubbling in her dome.