After Happy and Chibs took off towards the clubhouse to get the little girl looked at, Jax pulled his cel out and called Clay back. His step-dad answered on the first ring. "What do we know?"
He sighed. He hoped Hap was wrong. With all the shit going down with the Mayans, Irish, and ATF right now, this was just what he fuckin' needed. "Chick's name is Jules. The guy is the disowned son of Ripper Jones, the late SAA of the Chicago charter of Satan's Sons." He took a breath. "Hap said…"
Clay cut him off. "I know who she is. "Clay sounded tired.
"So, then she's really Tig's kid?" While she certainly had the hair and the eyes, he didn't see much of Tig in her looks. She was far better looking. Well, maybe the height. She was almost as tall as he was. "Does he know?" He knew he should be at least marginally surprised, but he wasn't. This was Tig. He was surprised it didn't happen more often.
Clay sighed. "Yeah she's Tig's kid. This kid is from a life before the Sons." The man sighed again. "And I have no idea if he knows or not. He's never mentioned it, but her Mama was a pretty independent lady. She wanted a kid, not a man, at least according to Rip. I know Tig went back for the funeral when she died. That was over fifteen years ago." Clay sighed again. "What the fuck are they doing here?"
He told Clay the story that she had told them. Clay chuckled. "She's a smart one. Let the fucker bring her here."
He was confused. "What do you mean?"
Clay laughed again. "Ripper left the key with me. He knew what a piece of shit his kid was. This box is a last resort in case anyone comes after her. Making her come here to SAMCRO where we could protect her. Guess she left that part out with the shithead."
He looked up and saw the van pull into the lot. "Juice and Sack are here. We'll be there in a bit."
"Yeah. See you when you get here son." Clay hung up.
Juice and Sack got out of the van and walked over to him. He looked down at the stirring Nazi. He kicked him in the head, knocking him back out. "Tie this fuck up and get him in the van. Sack, you'll drive the van back." He threw Hap's bike keys at Juice. "Hap said you're to ride his bike back." He looked at the two of them. "I'm heading back now. See you two in a little bit,"
He didn't look back when he rode off. He wanted to get to the clubhouse. Mostly to see what Tig's reaction to this new situation would be. It had nothing to do with wanting to see Jules again and to see how little Sophie was doing. Okay, next to nothing.
'You keep lyin' to yourself, buddy boy.' A voice remarkably like his own whispered in his head.
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