A/N: I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while now =/ So I hope everyone likes it (: Reviews make my day!
I don't own anyone from SOA! Only the OC's!!
"We need someone who they don't know, someone we can send in and get information!" Clay said, looking around the club table, stopping his gaze on a certain blonde sitting to the left of him.
"What?" Jax said, giving his stepfather a questioning look.
"I want you to go find Al! Should be good for this."
"Clay, no one's seen Al since her fathers died, four years ago!" Juice said, looking at Clay.
"She's here!" Clay said, sliding a piece of paper towards Jax. "She moved just outside of Charming a little over a year ago, you'll find her out on a nice piece of land, figure out how to get her here!"
"What makes you think she's going to want to come back, she made it pretty clear she wanted nothing to do with the club when her dad died!"
"This isn't up for discussion Jax, decisions already been made! Take Juice and Opie with you, you leave now!" Clay said, ending the club meeting.
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"Think he wants us dead?" Opie joked as, Jax, Juice and himself parked there bikes outside the open garage.
"No idea, but watch your back!" Jax sighed, walking up to the garage with loud music blaring Guns 'n' Roses from the inside.
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"Hey Al, we got company." Mandy, Alexia's best friend said, motioning to the all to familiar guys walking up the drive way.
"Shit." I muttered, looking up from the car, I was working on. "Go in the house." I said, turning the music on the radio down. "Someone better be dying!" I said, walking out to the three guys.
"Nice to see you to sweetheart." I rolled my eyes as I recognized the guy as Juice, still cocky as ever.
"Shut up Juice. What do you guys want?" I said crossing my arms over my chest.
"The club needs you." Jax sighed.
"I don't want anything to do with the club anymore! Not after what happened!" I hissed, turning on my heals to walk away.
"Alexia!" Jax groaned, grabbing my arm to stop me from going anywhere. "Would your dad want you to turn your back on the club like this?"
I let out a frustrated growl, before pulling my right arm back and connecting my fist with Jax's nose, who stumbled back slightly. "Don't you ever talk about my dad like that. Its because of the club he's dead, asshole!"
"Well this says otherwise!" Jax said, lifting my black tank top over the SAMCRO tattoo on my left hip. "Your apart of us, always will be!" Jax said cradling a bloody nose. "Now the club needs you, your coming back to Charming, whether your willing or not!" Jax spat, before turning away from me.