No one expected Otto's secrets to come to light after he had passed away. One secret will shake the roots of his beloved club in ways no one ever seen coming; Especially the leader of SAMCRO, Jax Teller.
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The sound of Jax's fingertips drumming on the wooden carved reaper table was all that was heard despite the room being filled with most SAMCRO members in the charter. The air lingered with smoke, not an unusual scent when they attended church but Jax had no interest in having a cigarette between his fingers. Instead the constant drumming was the only thing keeping him calm as he stared across at the dark haired chick that just entered the chapel. His brothers sat strategically around the table, no one saying anything, waiting for their president to unleash his thoughts about their guest.
"Jackie?" The sound of Chibs' voice echoed from the other side of table as he sat off to Jax's left, pulling his attention to the meeting at hand.
Jax sat in the high back leather chair, his gaze forward, not moving as the female entered the room, a rarity to say the least.
"Dere ya go, love." Chibs stood, offering the woman the seat that was once her father's at the opposite end of the reaper table. Jax shifted his eyes across the room, taking in the sight of the one and only daughter of Otto Delaney. Poor fucker had been sitting behind bars for years because of the club they all loved. Probably would have never seen the outside again. You'd think it would drive a man crazy to be caged in as he was but not Otto. He was the craziest motherfucker of them all. He'd rot or die in that jail cell before becoming a rat. Sadly it was the latter that got him, which was the sole reason the girl stood before the leather clad men. Otto had fallen victim on the inside, shit Jax was fully preparing to rectify. But first, the issue at hand.
"Take a seat." Jax spoke, his voice deep and unchanged. This was going to be a conversation that was going to take more than a couple minutes.
As soon as the younger, female version of their fallen brother had taken a seat, her mouth began on a whirlwind of shit Jax that wasn't even registering. That was until his eyes lowered to the folded paper she clenched tightly in her hands when she had entered the chapel. His roughened fingers played with the end of the wooden gavel that laid in front of him as she read the letters allowed, not giving Jax a moment to intervene.
'To My Brothers, If this is being read my long time coming death has finally arrived. I know my brothers will do me justice but before we get into that, I would like to introduce my dearest Scarlet. For a long time I kept her a secret afraid she was too fragile to handle this world of mayhem we have created but my time spent with her it has become clear. Scarlet is my daughter in the truest of ways. I have left her my shares of properties and I know you will all take her welcoming under your wing. She has more to offer then you all may think, That I made sure of. I love you my brothers. ~ Otto'
The stainless steel zippo flipped open just as Scarlet had finished her letter and the impromptu speech in conclusion. Tilting his head to the side, the flame danced at the unlit end of his Marlboro, inhaling deeply Jax filled his lungs with the much craved nicotine. His eyes never left the young woman sitting at the other end of the table. He had no doubting this girl was spitting the truth; she didn't want a place at the table or any of the shit that came with the life. But she was sadly mistaken. She was born into it, just as Jax and so many of his brothers that now sat on either side of him had. She was neck deep in the chaos they called life. Thrust into a world she knew nothing about. Her ink and appearance would make one think she had been brought up in the MC world but as Jax stared at the girl he saw innocence and purity; he saw behind what the mask was attempting to hide. She was a broken down shell just as he had been when his old man had died on 580 in '93.
The president's pale blue eyes darted to his VP, which then traveled and fell upon . All eyes were on her, and for once it wasn't because there was fresh pussy in the clubhouse. There was general interest in what Scarlet had to say. Getting the inside plans on any infrastructure plans that made their way to the inside of Charming's walls was always an asset to them.
"That's it darlin'? Kill the son of a bitch that took out your old man and you give us this?" Jax's brow arched over his right eye, giving a slight shoulder shrug towards his VP. Chibs' returned the same look back to his brother. He wasn't shocked when she continued; percentages from Cara Cara keeping her in the cash flow which was a pretty smart move on her end. Without showing it, Jax knew she could be an asset to them.
"A'right, give us a few, darlin'." His gaze met 's, a simple nod of his head giving him the sign it was time for her exit and time for their vote.
"C'mon sweetheart. Chucky'll get ya somethin' to tide ya over till we're done." Pulling out Scarlet's chair, she was gone as quick as she had arrived, the padded leather doors falling closed behind her.
"Wha' are ya thinkin', Jackie?" shifted in his seat, his hand continuously drifting down over the scruff of his goatee.
"She's Otto's daughter, ain' got much choice. His death, yeah that shit is going to be rectified with or without her info." Head nod in sync around the table as Jax looked from brother to brother. "But something about her, she just...she ain' cut out for this life. I mean she got the look but.." His shoulders once more lifted in a shrug as he took a deep inhale from his smoke.
"Whatcha thinkin' boss?" Happy piped in.
"I'm thinkin' I need some time with her. Alone. See what she's made of, see just how much of Otto lingers in her veins." The prez butted out his cigarette in the now overflowing ashtray, making a mental note to have the prospect take care of that shit when they were through.
"Aye, Jackie...but no funny shite, she's no' jus' anotha gash 'round here." was quick to remind the once pretty boy who now wore the President's flash. Jax's eyes narrowed because he didn't need the reminder.
"Get the kutte...." He instructed, Rat happily obliged, laying the leather back up in front of the seat that Scarlet occupied less than an hour ago. "...and the silver colt."
As the leather and weapon waited, Jax pushed from the head of the reaper table and with his normal stride he moved to the door, giving it a tug open. He scanned the flooded clubhouse, now filled with all the free pussy they could handle. But that shit would have to wait. Calling ot, Scarlet turned her head.
"C'mon in darlin'." He held the door open for her as she slipped past him, her eyes instantly lighting up when she saw her old man's kutte draped over the table where Otto had once filled the seat. Jax continued to speak in his deep, gruff yet sincere voice as Scarlet forced herself forward to where the leather rested.
"You're old man loved this club. He died for this club. And this club will retaliate and defend him in a way he deserves. You can be sure of that." Jax paused as the rest of the men in leather stood in their respect for the only child of their fallen brother. As her eyes welled with tears, his steps carried him to her, without hesitation he pulled her into a hug. "Your father was one of a kind, crazy son of a bitch, but one of a kind no less." The side of his jaw brushed against her head as she seemed to hug him back.
"We will get them Scarlet. They will pay for what they did. Count on it." Happy chimed in in reassurance.
Slowly releasing her, Jax spoke once more, this time making sure she fully understood each word he conveyed. "You are part of the family Scarlet. Never doubt that. Never forget it. You belong here."
