Chapter 2
Clay was furious, his monumental temper was about to explode. The room he had been in when the news was delivered, looked like the rapture had passed through it. Not that any one would doubt this man was anything less then a one man demolition machine. In his youth a quick temper and a even quicker fist had solidified his reputation as a dangerous man. Most people in the MC were wary of igniting his temper but it could not be helped on this occasion. He was a dangerous man with a violent streak a mile wide.
Thats why it had come as a shock to the entire community when his the girlfriend Aliya had upped and left with there eleven year old daughter Jia. Now when it came to Aliya very few positive remarks could be made with a straight face. Though most had assumed that particular old lady wasn't retarded enough to cross Clay Morrow. She was a weak women through and through, when the pregnancy had occurred she had been jubilant at trapping the V.P of the mother charter.
When Juice had managed to track her down he had been jubilant, he'd approached the younger man in one final attempt to find his daughter. Gemma had suggested a memorial for Jia, maybe it would help Clay move on, at the time he had been furious. It had been ten years since he'd last seen Jia, slowly the hope of seeing her alive had begun to diminish. So one final attempt had been made, and hope had risen in him. Six months latter the news had arrived, Jia was alive but stuck in a crappy life barely above the poverty line.
This was what irked the biker the most, his little girl struggling for basic amenities, cutting food stamps and denying herself basic luxuries just to get by. His grand plans for her had been reduced to rubble, but he still had the chance to take care of her if she decided to come. All he could was wait for the call that would decide his future.
Tom Hagen could not believe his luck, the first Jia Raines turned out to be the correct one, he watched as she set up the diner, cleaning tables and filling empty salt and pepper shakers. The girl looked defeated, but their was still a glint in her eye. She may be down but was most definitely not out of the game. All he had to do now was convince her to pack up and move to Charming North Carolina, with a MC that had a longer rap sheet then the freakin Nile. No pressure.