Jameson Michaels comes back to Charming after being away for ten years. She opens a bar on the outskirts of town and Clay Morrow and SAMCRO want a piece of the action but Jameson doesn't think she needs to give in to them. Another major complication...
Jameson pulled into Teller Morrow and spied a group of guys by the picnic tables, easily spotting Tig, Chibs, Happy and Jax just goofing off and playing around in general. She sat for a moment, watching and trying to reconcile this group of men, basically brothers, playing around with the badass bikers that she knew them to be. She reached over to her bag and pulled out the Glock, tucking it into the waistband of her jeans. Better safe than sorry was her motto at the moment. Jameson blew out a breath before shutting off her car and stepping out into the midday heat, knowing that no matter how she broached this, it wasn't going to be pretty. Her best case scenario was going to be getting Clay alone without any of the others.
Tig was the first one to spot her, jogging over to meet up with her halfway across the parking lot. "Hey, sweetheart. Everything ok? You and Wade were a little tense this morning."
Jameson shook her head as she looked around for Clay. "No, everything is far from ok. Have you seen Clay? I need to speak to him."
Tig nodded, frowning a little as she shrugged off the arm he tried to put around her shoulders. She felt a little bad about doing so but figured she was better off with distance between them at this point. "Yeah, he's in the clubhouse. I'll take you to him."
Jameson just shrugged him off again when he attempted to hold her hand. By now, the other men were watching with varying degrees of curiosity. "I'll find him. I need to speak to him alone."
She left Tig muttering to himself and ignored the other men as she made her way into the clubhouse. She had to let her eyes adjust for a moment to the dimly lit interior before seeing Clay sitting at the bar, talking to Half-Sack. She strode over to him, watching as he turned to her with a smile on his face.
"Hey, Jamie. To what do I owe this visit?"
Jameson tried to ignore the friendly smile on his face, instead reminding herself of just what kind of man she was dealing with. She liked Clay, she really did and had never had a reason to go against him, but this was her livelihood she was worried about. She'd have to put aside her feelings to get to the bottom of what was going on.
"Is there somewhere we can talk? Alone?"
She watched as Clay looked at her hard for a moment, perhaps trying to piece together why she was there, and that gave her a little hope that he had nothing to do with what had happened that morning, but then again, she also knew that he was a pro at keeping his thoughts to himself.
Clay nodded, motioning toward a room in the corner of the clubhouse. "Sure, we'll take this to church."
Jameson nodded and smiled a little at the term. "Church" was the meeting room where the boys made all of their important decisions. As she followed behind him, she could remember plenty of times that she had waited for her dad to be done doing business in the corner room so they could go get ice cream, then later waiting on Tig.
As he closed the door behind her, he scratched his head and looked at her. "Are you sure you don't want the guys back here?"
Jameson shook her head as she leaned a hip against the huge conference table and Clay took a seat. "No, I want this to stay with us for now. I mean, I'm not stupid. I know the minute I leave, you'll bring everyone else up to speed, but right now, I just want to talk to you."
Clay nodded. "What's going on?"
Jameson took a deep breath before beginning. "This morning, while first Gemma then Tig were keeping me busy, my alcohol shipment was hijacked and two of my working girls were attacked. I'm asking you straight, Clay. Were you behind this?"
Clay stared at her in shock for a couple of minutes before shaking his head and pounding a fist on the table. "No! First off, I'm offended that you think I would do something like this, and second, you should know that SAMCRO never goes after women or children."
Jameson sighed, shaking her head. "I know that you never used to, but a lot can change in ten years, Clay. It just seems like a huge coincidence. First, you come in asking for half of everything I have, then suddenly it's old home week and I'm being welcomed back to your table. Now, my business is being fucked with... the same business you have an interest in. Can you see why I might be a little fucking suspicious?"
Clay looked down at the table for a moment before looking back at her. "Is this why you're carrying? Are you in danger, Jamie?"
Jameson shrugged. "I honestly don't know. If it isn't you behind the problems, then yeah, I probably am in danger."
Clay nodded. "Well, I can tell you without hesitation that it wasn't us." Clay shook his head. "Look, we welcomed you back because to us, you're family. You were good with us when you left, and you're Tig's old lady. You've always been like a daughter to me, so it hurts me a little to think that you would think we were capable of hurting you." He stood up and walked around the table to stand in front of her. "Let me talk to the boys, have church. I'm willing to go down on my offer because you're going to need our protection, whether you take us on as a partner or not."
Jameson shook her head as she hopped off the table and walked around Clay to the door. Opening it, she turned to him. "I don't need protection. I can protect myself just fine."
She walked out and back through the clubhouse, Clay right behind her. She saw a bunch of curious faces looking at the two of them but ignored them as Clay asked her another question.
"What's your next move, Jamie?"
She turned to him, smirking. She knew her answer wasn't going to be taken well. "I'm going to Oakland. See if I can't find Alvarez and ask him some questions."
