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The guys waited until Issy went into the kitchen to get dessert before they lost it.
"Jesus Christ Juice, you should have warned all of us that you had a goddamn KID running around here!" Tig yelled at Juice.
"Yeah bro, she was running around the clubhouse last night alone. You know what could have happened. She's not exactly a bad lookin' girl" Jax added.
"Whoa, I had no fucking idea that she was even coming here!" Juice said back, pissed off because he was getting in trouble for this. It wasn't his fault that any pussy that came through there that didn't a crow tatted on her was fair game.
"Yeah but how would it have looked if we would have gotten raided and someone had their dick in your underage sister!" Tig said back, being a little harsher than he needed to.
"That's assuming that I'd even be interested in any of you" Issy piped up from the doorway to the dining room.
Everybody went silent.
Issy put the chocolate cake in the middle of the dinner table and sat back in her seat. The guys expected her to be angry.
She wasn't. Her age was always an issue. She was used to being jailbait. "Not saying you guys aren't a handsome bunch, but look at me. I'm smoking and quite frankly out of your league."
Gemma erupted in laughter. "Don't you boys just love this girl?" She grabbed a knife and began serving the cake.
"Yeah and that's the problem" Juice said in a quiet voice. The guys, still uncomfortable with the fact that they had been ogling a 17 year old, laughed.
Dessert was served and everybody seemed to get over the news. Just as there seemed to be a level of peace amongst the dinner guests there was a loud banging on the door.
"JACKSON… JAAAACKSON OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR. MY FUCKIN HOUSE KEYSSS DONN'TT WOOORK." A shrill drunk woman stood outside the door and screamed out all of her slurred words.
"Goddamn it Jackson. What the hell is that bitch doing here?" Gemma said, not as much mad as she was annoyed.
"Shit. I changed the locks on that bitch. The divorce went through last week and I guess she isn't takin' the hint that she can't stay at my place anymore." Jax said, also very annoyed at the situation.
"Well who wants to be the lucky one to turn her away?" Clay said from the head of the dinner table.
Nobody jumped on the offer.
"I'll do it. Obviously I love a good catfight" Issy chimed in. Juice went to stop her but Tig grabbed him by the arm, "I already missed one, and I'll put a damn bullet in your head if you try and make me miss another one." He whispered to Juice.
"Well, go get her baby" Gemma said to Issy with a smile. Even though she knew Jax's ex-wife was standing on the other side of the door probably doped up on crank, she wanted to see how Issy would handle it. She knew Issy could fight with her fists, but she needed to know if she could handle a situation like this without violence. However, if she hit that gash in her face, Gemma wouldn't mind either.
Issy opened the door and Wendy Case was hardly able to stand.
"Who the fuck are you biiiitch? Where isss Jaxxx? MY FUUUCKING KEY WONT WOOORK" Wendy hissed and slurred
"Hi, I'm Issy! You have actually interrupted our dinner party. I apologize if you weren't invited but Jax doesn't look like he is interested in your problems right now." Issy said in a fake nice voice.
"I DON'T FUCKKING CARE BITCH! I NEED TO FUCKKKING TALK TO JAAACKKSONN!" Wendy screamed.
Issy took a deep breath. She knew that she needed to control herself. This was Gemma and Clays home and she'd prefer to not get this bitches blood all over it. "Okay listen, I'm really sorry Jax doesn't want you to stay at his house anymore but as I said before, this is a private affair. So please, get the FUCK out of here."
"Whaat diiidd you say to me biiiitch?" Wendy raised a hand to slap Issy, but before she could make another move Issy grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm around so she couldn't move. "Unless you wanna be giving hand jobs with a cast, I suggest you leave… NOW" Issy said in a harsh tone
"Whhhaat the fuckk ever. I'lll leeaaave" Issy released Wendy's arm and she turned to walk away. "Oh and give Jaackkson this" Wendy reached in her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, tossed it at Issy and stumbled down the porch steps.
Issy bent down and picked up the piece of paper, closed the door, and went back to the dinner party. Everybody had already crowded in the living room to watch Issy and Wendy.
"Here Jax, this is what she threw." Issy handed Jax the crumpled pieces of paper.
Jax opened the papers and his eyes got wide with fear.
"She's pregnant." Jax said with a look like he was about to pass out.
Gemma kept her promise to Issy, talked to Polly from the diner and got her a job. There were still a few more days before she would be starting so she just hung around the clubhouse. She would play pool with the guys on their breaks from the garage, tend a little bar, and hang out with the prospects while they did their "bitch work". Everything was peaceful. Which could only mean something was going to fuck it up.
Issy sat down at the bar and smiled at Half Sack.
"Hey Kip, care to join me for lunch? I'm going over to Polly's to pick up my uniform." Issy had been spending a lot of time with Kip since she showed up there. She thought he was cute and he seemed to be the youngest guy there, which for her, was a plus.
"Uh thanks but I'm good. If you need a ride though I can see if Clay will let me take off" He said without smiling back at her.
Issy felt disappointed. Ever since the dinner at Gemma's he'd been kind of weird. "Why do you hate me all of a sudden? Shit, people usually wait until they at least know me a little better to decide that they don't want to be my friend" Issy said, her tone a bit harsh.
"Issy, I don't hate you. It's just…" He paused and took a deep breath. "I wish you woulda told me that you're only 17."
Issy was annoyed. Is he fucking serious? I'm 17 not 12. Not like we fucked or anything. "I hope you're joking. We didn't do anything, Kip! Yeah okay we shared a smoke and you snuck me a beer but that's nothing more than my own brother would have done for me."
Half Sack let out another sigh. "I know we didn't do anything but I wanted to. I thought… well, I think that you're really fucking pretty and I guess it makes me feel… I dunno… creepy."
Issy blushed and giggled. "I'm glad you think I'm pretty and don't get me wrong, I think you are very handsome yourself, but I'm not dumb and I would never want you to feel creepy. If at some point we would have gotten physical, I would have let you know beforehand. I'm only 17 but I'm a very mature 17" Issy said with a smile.
"Alright, alright, I guess I'm just an asshole." Half Sack said with a grin.
"So now that we've established that you're an asshole how'd you like to go get lunch with me?" Issy said, hopping down from the bar stool.
"I think that'd be great" Half Sack said as he took a step out from behind the bar and took a big grand bow "After you my lady" he added as he ushered her towards the door.
"Jesus Christ just hurry up, dork" Issy laughed as she jogged out of the clubhouse "I told Polly I'd be there by 1:30"
"Hey Juice, why is the prospect fitting a helmet on our lass?" Chibs called from the lot into the garage. Even though Issy had only been there about a week and a half, the guys had started referring to her as if she were all their little sister.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Juice threw down his grease rag and walked out on the lot.
"That little bastard is really doing it. He's letting her ride bitch!" Tig yelled.
"Why the fuck do I always have to find out about her new friends from right here in this garage" Juice said, shaking his head as all the guys stopped in time to see Half Sack riding away with Issy on the back of his bike.
