Marissa sighed sitting in her brother's living room with Juice, and Tig. Honestly she didn't think Tig would keep his end of the deal but she was impressed. He really came around. Marissa chewed on her lip listening to them go over ideas and all their bullshit that was going to take place when it came time to take down Clay. It scared the crap out of her, planning to kill someone but she also wanted to be the one to do it. Not that Jax would listen to that. Marissa shook her head.
Jax raised his eyebrow as he looked over at his sister. "I'm sorry, are we boring you?" Jax asked, as he scoffed. He knew Marissa wanted to help but this was club shit, which meant it needed to be handled within the club.
Marissa rolled her eyes at her brother before she looked between the three of them. "Look, the Mayans won't help us; Niners sure as hell won't do it. Cartel will have Juice's head on a plate first chance they got. We just need to take him out. No petty bullshit. Just a clean kill." Marissa said, getting shocked looks from Juice and Tig.
Jax sighed, as he sparked up a cigarette passing them to the boys as he listened to what his sister had to say. It was true; no one wanted to help in taking Clay down. They were far too scared of him. Jax shook his head. "This is club business, you don't get a say." Jax said firmly.
Marissa raised her eyebrow. "You have to be joking. This isn't club shit. This has to do with our fucking family. You remember you're still a Teller right? Jax he killed our Dad, beat the crap outta Mom, and put a hit on me. I'm sorry but this has nothing to do with the club anymore. This one is personal. I want to help."
Jax shook his head. "No absolutely not. Your twenty-three years old. We get caught and you will go to jail. Are you up for jail time?" Jax asked, as he continued to shake his head. No, her helping or being there was out of the question. Jax moved his eyes to Juice for some back up in this.
"Look Jax, I'm not asking for a cut and a Harley, I just want to help." Marissa said softly as he looked between her fiancée, brother and friend once more. Tig seemed convinced it was a good idea, Jax was against it and she hoped Juice was on her side about this. "You need me." Marissa stated.
Tig finally spoke up as the two Tellers continued to get into it. It was getting tiring, and they needed this settled. "If she can't help, then why is she here Jax? We could have had this meeting without her, but you insisted she came. She's right. I could set it up, Tell Clay I won't do it and if he wants her dead this is where she'll be."
Juice raised his eyebrow at what Tig was suggesting. "So your idea is to use her as bait. You're going to put her right in his line of fire?" Juice asked, shaking his head. Nope, not a good enough idea for him. No way was Marissa being used as bait. The cub always had the same rule and it never changed; you don't involve women in your shit.
Tig shook his head. "No, we'll be there. He won't get a chance at her. I'm just saying it is our best option so far." Tig said softly as he moved his eyes over to Marissa while he spoke. It wasn't his ideal plan but it was a plan that had the possibility of working.
Jax sighed as he put out his cigarette. His eyes went to his baby sister. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jax asked, but didn't really need the conformation, her eyes said it all. She wanted to be there, and she wanted to help. "Fine, she wears a vest and both of you shitheads never let her leave your sight." Jax said defeated, as he looked around at all of them. It was decided.