When they pulled up to the motel, Jax could see four guys standing around bikes. After they got parked and ambled over, he finally got a look at Jules and Sophie's other family.

'Don't you mean family, buddy boy? Just because Tig's her father doesn't make any of you their family yet. And by the looks of those four? You fuckers aren't family at all.' Great, Snarky was back.

He heard Jake say something about introductions. He started to pay closer attention. Clay looked back at him and Chibs. "This is Jax Teller, my VP." Then nodding towards Chibs. "That's Chibs." Chibs nodded to the Lyons men.

The four nodded. Jake turned. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the four of them were almost too good-looking to be bikers. Shit, Jules fit right in with this bunch.

"This is Eric, we call him Red. He's my VP." Red was at least six-four, with short dark blonde hair and trimmed beard to match. Looked like a fuckin' GQ model posing as a biker. But he could see a calm intelligence in the man's blue eyes.

"That's Dennis." Nodding to the guy who was about five-nine, with long dark hair and beard hiding an almost feminine pretty face. There were bright blue eyes full of mischief, looking back at them, taking in everything. That's right, he was the computer genius.

Then Jake turned to the last guy. A guy roughly his height, maybe a hair taller, with short dark blonde hair, green eyes, and another pretty face. But unlike Dennis who was slight, Butch had broad shoulders that narrowed down into a trim waist and slightly bowed legs. "That's Butch."

If you didn't have Jake standing with them as a reference, there was no way you'd guess they were brothers. At least from their looks. Red had a lot of the same facial features. Both Red and Butch had his dark blonde hair. Dennis and Red had his eyes. He stood between Dennis and Butch in height, probably about an inch shorter than Jules. He was lean like Dennis and broad shouldered like his other sons. He thought he'd heard they all had different mothers.

Butch nodded to them. "Can we get this show on the fucking road? I'd like to see my sister and my niece."

He noticed the sideways look both Jake and Red gave Butch. Dennis just looked vaguely amused.

'Well, isn't that interesting? And possessive?' Snarky sounded amused.

'It's his sister who he hasn't seen in probably quite a while. He's worried.' Trying to justify that level of intensity.

Clay nodded like Butch hadn't just been a total prick. "Sure." Then headed back towards his bike.

He pulled out his cel, dialing the clubhouse. Butch noticed immediately. "Who the fuck are you calling?"

Jake shook his head. "Butch, get on your bike." There was a slight warning in the man's tone.

He shook his head at Jake, then looked at Butch. "Your sister. She asked me to call when we were on our way back." Then walked, or tried to walk away. He felt a hand on his arm. He looked up the arm to see Butch right there. This close he could see the freckles that covered the SEAL's face. "Do you mind?"

Butch nodded. "Yeah." There it was again, a certain possessiveness that didn't sit right.

He turned, getting ready for something. He wasn't sure what, but something. Then Tig answered his cel. "Yeah?"

"Let me talk to Jules." Keeping his tone casual and his eyes on Butch, who looked strung way too tight.

"Sure. Hold on, she's helping Bobby and Gem get breakfast together for everyone." He could hear Tig walking. "Hey doll, it's Jax."

"Hey." Her voice soothing whatever nerves Butch was riling up. "You guys on your way back?"

"Yeah." Trying to keep things simple.

"You okay?" She sounded like she was truly concerned. Then sighed. "Butch is being a dick isn't he?"

He looked at Butch who heard that. The man managed a feat he thought impossible, looking unrepentant and guilty all at the same time. He gave the Navy SEAL a smirk, probably not a wise move, but oh well. "Yeah, kinda."

"Give him your goddamned phone." She did not sound happy.

He handed the phone to Butch with a smirk. "Your sister would like to talk to you." Barely realizing that he had emphasized the word sister.

'That's bright. Mess with a SEAL, then imply the man has less than brotherly feelings for Jules. Although could ya blame him, man, growing up with her right there...knowing you really aren't related...' His subconscious had gone back to mocking him. And what did it say about him that he was far more jealous than disgusted by the thought.

Butch walked away from them all, his family included, so none of them could hear what was being said. He also kept his back to them all so that none of them could see his face. After a minute you could see his head hang down a little and his shoulders tense.

He looked over to the other Lyons' men. Red looked at him, then back to Butch. He then leaned down and said something in Dennis's ear, putting a thoughtful look on the tech geek's face. After a second the shorter man nodded to himself with a smirk.

Jake must have heard whatever Red had whispered, but it had a far different effect. The man did not look thrilled. At all.

'Daddy Jake doesn't want his little girl anywhere near Tig. That means he wants her nowhere near you, buddy boy. And right now he's stuck picking between two evils. Poor bastard.'

He didn't want to think it, he was trying hard not to think it, but fuck. Snarky was making fucking sense again. He watched the phone conversation continue, Butch's shoulders relaxing, and instead of hanging down, his head was tilting to the side, and he could see a smile on his face.

He looked back over at Clay and Chibs. Clay looked like a statue with his shades on, giving nothing away. Chibs just gave him a slight shrug as if to say 'got no idea Jackie'.

After another minute or two, he saw his cel snap shut and Butch put on his shades before turning back to them. He walked back and handed him his cel without a word and headed to his bike.

Jake looked at him. "What did your sis say?" Was it his imagination or did Jake emphasize the word 'sis'?

Butch shook his head with a wry smile and then looked at Dennis. "She's fine. But said you better have packed Soph's laptop or you might as well take your skinny manwhore ass back to Chicago now."

Dennis flipped him off. "Packed right after Spook, slut." There was no real heat in what sounded like a typical insult between the two brothers.

Before Butch could retaliate, Red cut them both off. "Would you two drama queens get on your goddamned bikes so we can actually get to Charming?" Shaking his head. "Are you both on the fucking rag?"

Butch and Dennis looked at each other, and then back at Red. "Blow me, Gigantor." Nearly in unison.

This time it was Jake cutting them all off. "Bikes. Now." There was no idle threat in the man's voice, only the father tone of doom.

"Yeah, Pop." The three got on their bikes, getting their helmets on.

Jake looked at him and then Clay and Chibs, shrugging. "Brothers." In a voice tinged with dry humor.

He had to chuckle just a little, because really, what else could sum that exchange up?