2010
"You let my husband get shivved."
"Baby girl, it wasn't like-"
"After you used him as bait! You almost let some mad put a dick in his ass? What the fuck dad! He's the father of your granddaughter." Clay had known he was going to get it as soon as she'd handed the baby off to Jax. Hand really known he was in the shitter when she punched him in the face. The two had never had any physical altercations. They'd fought, rarely but they had fought.
"Honey, I never thought anything would happen to him."
"You had to utter the words 'Juice is gonna live.'" She huffed and paced away from her father, no doubt so she wouldn't hit him again. "He's my old man dad. I understand that you're still pissed we never told you we got married, but you almost let the man I love die." Her anger was slowly winding down, he could tell that she was mostly worried, and upset that he father and brother hadn't taken better care of the most important man in her life.
"Beth, I'm sorry, I swear I didn't think the Aryans would do that."
"He was the only person in lock down that they could tell wasn't white."
"Hap's half Mexican!" Her father's protest was weak, and he knew it.
"He looks white with a sweet tan. They went after my boy cuz he's brown. You know I hate this race shit. I'm a step away from taking that little blonde bitch down. I'll hurt Zobelle if you don't."