Clandestine

Chapter 6; "Don't fret precious"

A\N; actual chapter six because i apparently can't count. 

It was black. Everything around her was, even when she opened her eyes. her eyelids were heavy and her head was throbbing in pain.. There was only a few short seconds before she was forced into another deep slumber. The only thing she was able to register was the low rumble of an engine. 

This is what happened when she listened to the Sons. Unlike them, she wanted to strike right away. Before her face became known to anyone other than them in Charming. Her plan was to use her cunning personality, her white porcelain like skin and pretty face to get her way into the group of these Nordes, gather information then hit close to home. Maybe even find and convince  one of their inside members to rat for her, it was a good plan. A plan that would've ensured safety and something that could be used for leverage. 

But, no! Jax, Clay and the rest of the club aside from herself decided that they would wait. For what? She wasn't sure,, but thats what they did, wait. She could only sit on her damn hands an wait. Days turned into weeks, which turned to months. It had been a total of three months now, back at Stanford she'd have to repeat the semester when she was back, Kacy, her roommate called many times, worried for her friend. She started helping out some of the Sons with their cars they worked on, she even helped out Gemma with some paperwork. 

She grew closer to some of the Sons, though Juice continued to be a complete tool towards her, and she despised it. He hadn't let the whole "Hello Booty" shit up, and she despised  him, thoroughly. 

JD had been out on a smokes run, she ran out a few days ago after picking up on the nasty habit once again, the sons not helping with their constant chain smoking, she stopped mooching them off members and went to get her own. However, in her tired and unaware state, it took three men to take down a struggling JD, and bringing her to wherever she was now. 

After god knows how long, she finally came to a conscious state again, she grew in realization that she'd tied down, bound to a wooden chair. Ignoring the stinging in the back of her head, the scowled look etched its way into her face. Her outgrown bangs reaching her chin, hung in her face as she stared at the man in front of her. She recognized him, but couldn't tell from where. 

"oh look, snow white has finally awoken" He spat, she furrowed her brows and just glared at him silently. Again, a wave of recognition washing over her as another man stepped forward. 

"It's a shame, really. You're such a pretty little thing, really makes me wonder what you're doing with those dammed men?" The same man that spoke before, had again. She didnt respond, she knew they wanted something out of her but she wouldn't give. The man that moments had arrived, left again, with confusion and wonder twisting his features. 

Due to her lack of response,the man in front of her struck her, adding a bloodied lip to the damage they'd already caused her dragging her here with lack of concern. Her head tilted, but she hadn't flinched or again, made a single sound. 

"You live up to your reputation, doll." his voice was disgusting to her. She listened, curious as to how much he knew. "We learned a bit about you, sadly, everyone but those damn bastards only knows you by dragon tongue. Makes a guy wonder, so. We asked all our contacts about dragon tongue, and got a couple things. Like, you don't flinch, wince, or even whine. You're tough, strong and can take a whole damn gang. Now, we wanna know why you're with the Sons of Anarchy? What do they have planned?" he asked her, he continued giving info on what they knew. Little to nothing, which pleased her. She let on a toothy grin, blood covering her pearly whites. this angered the man, he grabbed a blade from his pocket and launched it at her, plunging it into her arm. Nothing. He received nothing but silence from her, he couldn't admit it, but he was impressed. 

He seemed dumbfounded for a moment, and JD couldn't help but let up a maniacal laugh. shaking her head, he chest shook with laughter "after, after, oh god" she spoke, laughing loudly again as it caught attention from the other three. "after everything you said you heard, you think YOU'LL be the one to break me?!" she asked, spitting blood at his shoes. "pathetic." she growled. He, however, was fuming. He struck her again, multiple blows to the chest and face, he took obvious anger out on her until he was called outside by someone that seemed to be his boss. 

Mind over matter, she thought to herself when she felt faint. She managed to get the restraints undone while he was out there. Skinning a good majority of her skinny wrists in the process. she hid the blade under her leg, the one he left in her arm, and laid the cuffs so it looked that she was still bound. 

The doors opened, audibly and she hung her head. Convincing them she was out cold, but she listened closely. One of three excused themselves and the other two stood in front of where she sat. 

"Jesse Delanie Edwards... Gerber." the one who left earlier spoke and her head snapped up, she glared at him with wide eyes. No one knew that name, no one. But her real father. It all made sense, this was Ernest Darby, one of her birth fathers men. Her birth mother was a crack whore, her father was Eddie Gerber, one of the founding members of this now little group. Her mother died, she lived with her father until 14 and then was shipped off into the foster system. Very, very few people knew about Jesse. There was still things that were too painful to even think about, and Darby just struck a nerve. He laughed at her, so did his little buddy there. 

"Gerber? Boss mans daughter? The one that ran after her foster family was killed?" he asked, Darby filled him in, letting him know that her getting to that entire gang was true, and it seemed to all make sense and come together for both. 

"So, why're you working against your daddys people, huh, sweetheart?" Darby asked, she felt anger seeping through her veins "did some coloured dick get to you? Are you a cock whipped little whore? You know, baby, we can fix that." his voice disgusted her, his words even more so. 

"Go to hell" She spat like it was venom leaving her lips. "Racist bastard, go fuck your sister... oh wait, the bitch is dead, oops?" she asked with a grin, she swung one of her supposedly tied feet into his crotch, once he bent she head butted him hard enough to knock him out. This all happened too fast for the other man to react, she moved quickly, despite the ache her body provided her, she grabbed the blade and slit his throat. Violent blood splatters showered her. 

Two down, one to go. He, who disappeared a bit ago showed up with a gun behind her, he was good, quiet and fast. The last one of Darbys men standing shot her, into the shoulder the bullet lodged itself. she chucked her blade at him, getting him between the eyes he was out in  the matter of seconds. She was out of there before Darby decided to wake up, wiring the closest car, she made her way down to the Teller-Morrow garage. 

She drove sloppily, in pain she pulled into the lot and the tires screeched, receiving attention from all the members that were there. Immediately they were concerned, seeing her bloodied and beaten condition she marched passed them. Having taken off her flannel and wrapped it around her stabbed and shot arm, she looked like hell and stormed passed all of them. 

" Chapel, right fucking now." She roared, everyone followed with concern and curiosity. 

No one knew anything but the fact that she was angry, in pain, and covered in so much blood it couldn't be all hers or she wouldn't be standing that very moment.