The night before had gone better than I expected. This morning over breakfast, Chibs had been even more understanding of my position. He didn't want me in the club for one reason, and that was because it was dangerous. But he loved me and wanted me to be happy, and knew it was selfish to keep me from what I wanted when in all reality, I had every right to it.
"I'm going to take a shower. Get Jax over here, will ya?" Chibs said as he placed a quick kiss on my forehead.
"Okay." As Chibs made his back to the bedroom, I picked up my cell and called Jax.
"Hey, how'd it go?" Jax said as he picked up the phone.
"Well. He wants to talk to you. He just got in the shower, though."
"Okay, I'll be over in a few." Jax said before hanging up the phone.
I started cleaning the kitchen up, and about halfway through, Jax knocked on the back door. I walked over to it and unlocked it to let him in.
"So, you still set on this?" Jax grabbed the last sausage biscuit off of the plate on the kitchen island.
"I sure am." I replied while setting more dishes in the sink.
"What'd Chibs say about all this? These are good by the way." He commented as he waved towards the biscuit in his hand.
"He's scared I'll get hurt. But other than that, he understands." Done cleaning for the moment, I leaned against the island facing Jax.
"As am I, but we can't keep you in a bubble like we'd like to. I know that, and the rest of the guys will understand that. It's not really them we have to worry about agreeing to this. It's Clay. Since the Sons have never seen anything like this before, there are no rules saying you can't join, or what it would take to let you join. As you know, a prospect usually only has to have the approval of the specific charter he's wanting to prospect for. But, Clay might see you in the club as a threat, as he already sees me, and he could try to make it to where every single Son's of Anarchy member out there has to give it the go ahead. That's worst case scenario." Jax went back to his biscuit as he finished speaking.
My stomach fell to my knees. It's not like I didn't suspect something like that from Clay, but hearing it aloud made me sick. There was no chance of me prospecting if it was up to every man out there that wore that patch. Some would be completely adamant against it, simply because they're chauvinist pigs. Some would think it was okay, simply because I was John Teller's daughter. But most would feel the way Clay told them to feel about the situation. My whole future hinged on Clay's decision. And there was no telling what he would decide. Jax was right by saying Clay may see me as a threat. He was already pushing for Jax's heads on a plate; he didn't need to be double teamed by the Teller twins. In all reality, I could threaten him with exposing Donna's death, but that wasn't a threat I would be willing to follow through with, because it would only hurt the club, and one of my best friends. It was best to play nice with him and see how it went.
Chibs walked into the kitchen, fully dressed. "Hey Jackie. So what are we gonna do about all this?" he said as he nodded at me.
"Give her what she wants. What else?" Jax said with a smile as he mischievously looked at me.
I just threw him back my most radiant smile and thought, things are lookin up, Endo.