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"Everybody get the fuck down!" Clay yelled from behind the bar. Issy felt a scream rising in her throat but it was cut short when Jax tackled her to the ground and covered her body with his. More gunshots came but they were from the Sons this time. Issy watched from underneath Jax as they pulled out a whole goddamn arsenal from a safe tucked in a back corner.
"I have to get up. You stay right where you fucking are" Jax said in a rushed panicked tone.
Issy nodded her head in response. Her body too sore from being tackled and crush to make a verbal response.
"I'm serious. If I find out you moved from this spot before I get back and say it's clear, you're brother is going to be the lease of your worries."
Issy gave another quick nod before he got up and grabbed a gun from Clay.
She scooted herself closer to the side of the couch. Still on the floor.
There were a few screams of scared croweaters and more gunshots followed by the sound of tires screeching away.
Tig came in with Jax's arm draped around him, helping him walk.
"Clear the way assholes, VP's been shot" Tig yelled, sitting him on a cot set up near the dorms
Issy could see blood starting to seep through Jax's jeans. It looked like he had been shot in the upper thigh.
"Aye, I've got it covered!" Chibs yelled pulling a first aid kit out from a cabinet above the bar.
People rushed around the bar to move things out of the way so the guys could pick up the cot and move Jax to a dorm.
Police sirens screamed in the distance, which caused more panic than the bullets.
Croweaters fled while Tig, Juice, and Bobby rushed to hide the guns. Issy realized that she still hadn't moved from the spot Jax told her to. She got up and stood like a deer in the headlights as people moved around her. Either trying to hide their illegals or get the fuck out of the clubhouse.
Juice saw Issy standing like she was in shock. He didn't even know she was back from the diner yet. He dropped the beer he was trying to drink to calm his nerves and practically sprinted over to her. He grabbed her head with one arm and put the other arm around her torso and pulled her into a bone crushing hug.
"Oh shit Issy are you alright? I'm so fucking sorry you were here for this. Were you hit? Did anything happen to you? Shit I'm so sorry I should had been in here. I-I should have known that you were back" Juice sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
Issy squeezed back and buried her face in his chest. "I'm fine Juan. Promise. Thank God Jax was there. He threw me to the ground when the shots came. I'm a little sore from that but otherwise I'm fine. It's not your fault" She smiled at the thought of his concern. He really cares. She thought.
"Jesus Christ Iss. I don't know what I would do if you got shot. I love you, brat" He said letting her out of the hug and ruffling her hair.
"Yeah, yeah, love you too asshole." She said pushing his hand away with a smile.
"CHARMING PD EVERYBODY GET YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM" five or six police officers bust open through the door with their guns drawn.
Everybody put their hands up while a young cop in a tan suit came around gave everybody a pat down.
"Looks like we might have some new faces here tonight!" the man yelled "For those of you who don't know I am Deputy Sheriff David Hale and we got a call about some gun shots. I'll be taking some of you in for questioning if you don't mind." He smirked "Of course you don't mind"
Hale turned and looked at Issy. "Never seen you here before. Why don't you take a ride with me to the Sheriff's office?" Hale grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her towards the door.
"She doesn't have anything to do with this shit!" Juice drew back his fist like he was going to hit the officer before Bobby sprang up and grabbed him. "You do not need a fucking felony assault on an officer charge" He said in a calm voice
Issy hollered over the commotion "I'll be fine Juan. I'll call you when I'm done!" Great, another free trip in a cop car. She thought.
Hale sat down at the small interrogation table and looked intently at Issy.
"So… Let me get this straight. Even though you were inside the clubhouse, a mere 25 feet from the shooting, you don't recall anything that happened?"
"That's correct officer."
"Now why do I find that hard to believe?" He said in a condescending tone.
"I don't know, that seems like a personal problem" She said back with and equal tone.
Hale closed the police report inside a file and leaned back in his chair.
"Fair enough… Well you seem like a bright young girl. What makes you want to get involved with SAMCRO? Danger excite you?"
"No sir" she said "Just visiting my big brother, Juan."
"That little mohawked dipshit? Well I'll be damned.' He replied, looking genuinely surprised. "Never would have guess that you would be spawned from the same gene pool"
"Would it surprise you if I said you're not the first person to say that, Officer?" She smiled
He gave her another smile back and leaned in. "Call me David"
Jesus Christ he's eating straight out of my fucking hand. And they say you need brains to be in law enforcement. She thought
"Alright, David. When do you think I can get out of here." She stretched, purposely letting her shirt ride up to expose her flat stomach and she pushed he chest out. "I'm really tired" Issy could tell that he was eyeing her.
"Well I can give you a lift out of here if you want. Consider it part of my civil duty" He smiled, obviously thinking he was smooth as velvet.
"Aw that's sweet of you David." She got up and gave him a sweet innocent smile.
He led her out of the building and into a jeep.
"So where are you headed?" He asked as he drove out of the lot
"I'm staying at the clubhouse. SO if you could take me there, that'd be nice"
He sighed. It's a real damn shame that this little number is stuck to the Sons. She is certainly a sight for sore eyes in this town. He thought
As they drove they exchanged some light conversation before finally they got to the clubhouse.
"Hey David, before I go, I have a question" She said with a wicked grin. Hale was intrigued.
"Ask away"
"There any camera's in this thing?" She said pushing out her chest and and squeezing her tits together as she turned towards him.
He caught on to what she was hinting at "No there isn't" He said as put his hand on her thigh. How fucking sweet would it be to fuck one of their women. Just to piss them off.
"Good" Issy removed his hand from her thigh. "Now here's what's going to happen." She straightened her shirt and got very serious. "You're going to stop digging into the little shooting that happened. Say it was some misunderstanding. I don't give a shit. But stay away from the Sons."
Hale stiffened. "And what if I don't?"
"Then I'll start screaming right now. Mess my clothes up a bit. Say that Officer Hale got a little grabby. Sexual harassment of a minor won't look good with that shiny badge you got there"
Hale's eyes got wide. "Minor?"
Issy opened the door of the jeep and jumped out. "I'm only 17. Not like you bothered asking and that stiffy you got doesn't look like you planned on it either."
Hale adjusted the crotch of his pants to hide his hard on.
She closed the door and called "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around David, but for your sake, I hope it's not around this lot anymore" Issy walked across the lot towards the clubhouse.
Jesus fucking Christ. I fucking hate this town. Hale thought as he pulled away.
Issy walked into the clubhouse and the guys clapped as soon as she walked through the door.
"So what happened? And more importantly, what did you tell them?" Tig looked stern
"Nothing Tiggy. Settle down. I know how to handle the cops" She smiled. "I don't think you have to worry about Hale for a little while"
Juice raised an eyebrow at her "and what the hell does that mean?"
"Ol' David took a liking to me." She paused and motioned for Half Sack to slide her down a beer. "I had him wrapped around my little finger." She grabbed the beer and twisted off the cap "So I flirted a little" She paused to take a drink
"Jesus fucking Christ Issy what did you do?" Juice groaned. Tig held up a hand to shush him. "No let her finish" He was a little too into the story.
"So I flirted a little and he offered to drive me home. I asked him if there were camera's in the car, acted like I wanted to give him a little road pussy" The guys all looked at her skeptically. "He said No and fell for it. Then I told him if he didn't ease up on what happened, I'd start screaming and claim he got a little too touchy. I guess he knew that having the sexual assault of a minor on his rap sheet wouldn't look too good if he wanted to keep his badge"
Tig let out a loud gruff chuckle and threw his arms around her "I love this girl. I love her!"
The guys took turns giving her pats. They were all surprised at how she handled it. It was some real old lady shit to do. Clever. Gemma would be proud.
Juice sat silent. Looking at his beer bottle.
"Juan what's wrong?"
"I can't get over the shooting. I've never had to worry about someone before. It's scary shit Isabella." He looked defeated.
"I dunno what to tell you Juan other than I'm sorry and I'm fine. I've been through worse.. WE'VE been through worse."
"Yeah I know but I don't know what I would do if it was my fault you got hurt. Hate to break it to you but I'm taking this big brother thing pretty seriously now." He gave her a small smile. "and that's why tomorrow I'm going to call up a buddy I have in real estate and I'm getting us a house."
Issy's face was nothing but pure delight. "Really Juan?! We're getting our own place! Oh my god it's going to be so much fun!" She gave him a hug, nearly knocking him off the bar stool.
"I'm going to take care of you now Issy. The way you should have been taken care of your whole life. You're a good girl. You deserve it."
"No Juan. We deserve it"
Aw! Happy ending chapter, but…. I wouldn't get used to that ;)