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It felt weird being in the Chapel with Jax at the head seat of the table and Chibs beside him, Opie across from Chibs. Even Happy was looking a bit awkward.
"Alright," Jax said with a sigh. "Treasury."
Bobby put his glasses on, leaning forward. "We're good, as usual Tig is late on dues."
"Next week."
"That hasn't changed," Jamie giggled, shaking her head at Tig. There was some chuckles and then Jax went to drop the gavel. "Wait. That's it?"
Jax looked at her and shrugged. "Yeah. That's it."
"What about gun assembly and running?" She asked, leaning forward onto her arms. "Protection runs, security runs?"
Tig let out a sigh at her questioning.
"That's none of your business."
"Don't tell me it's none of my fucking business, Jackson. I'm as much a member as anyone and you know that-"
"You're a Daughter. Not a member-"
"Really? Because I've been doing jobs for this club since I was 18 years old and I've been doing nothing but shit for this club!"
"That doesn't mean shit, Jamie. You have a cut that's not a member cut. You are NOT a Son!"
"Then why have I done nothing but sacrifice for you? Why did I go NOMAD because of your stupid bitch of an old lady? Why did I serve time in jail? Why the fuck have I been sitting at this table for so long?"
Jax shrugged. "By choice. Clay ain't President anymore so you've got no pull."
Jamie slammed her cup down, shaking her head. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me!"
"Not."
"Jax! How are you making money! There's no cars in the garage, you're not doing the gun business so where is the money comin' from!"
"That's none of your business, again."
"Bullshit!" Jamie shook her head. "What's next? You let Darby have a piece of Charming?"
"HEY!" Jax yelled at his sister, sitting up now. "Now I suggest you shut your mother fucking mouth because you're not a Son. You're not a member. You help when you're needed and you do your job of stocking the bar and cleaning up and sticking to Happy's side."
Jamie stared at her brother for a moment before shaking her head. "Ok. So, all I heard was Tara talking-"
"GET OUT!"
"No! Because you know what? It needs to be said. You've let that crazy bitch start to run this club because you would be runnin' those guns if it weren't for her. You don't-"
"SHUT. UP." Jax glared at his sister. "Go out that door, drop your cut and do you fucking duties-"
"I'M NOT A FUCKIN' MAID, JAX!"
"Jamie-"
"NO! I'M NOT A SWEETBUTT!"
"Really? Cause you went out with Happy on some NOMAD shit and I bet you fucked him."
"I'm WITH him, Jax!" Jamie shook her head and Happy did the same.
"Yeah. Right. You're not good for anythin' but suckin' dick," Jax said and even Chibs, Opie, Tig and Juice set their cigarettes down, getting irritated with Jax.
"Who are you?" Jamie felt tears stinging her eyes. "If I'm not a member, why did I do 13 months?"
"Gay too."
Jamie shot up and slammed the doors shut. She could hear yelling from the Chapel as she ran for her bike.
"Jamie!" Chibs was coming for her. She had taken her cut off and tossed it over the railing, while she fumbled in her saddlebags.
"Jamie, stop!" Chibs grabbed her and held her until she stopped struggling. "Come on, back inside-"
"No, Chibs. Not as long as he's here."
"He's leaving," he motioned to Jax, who hopped on his bike and rode off. Chibs held onto her as they walked back inside.
Chibs set her cut on the bar while everyone else started to file out.
"Juice, your face," Jamie shook her head.
"I punched the Son of a Bitch," he growled, plopping down on a stool beside Jamie. She looked up at him, reaching up to check his face. He was a bit swollen and bruised, but not bad.
"What are we gonna do?" Tig exclaimed, dramatically throwing himself on a couch.
"Figure shit out," Bobby nodded.
"Opie," Jamie turned to the VP. "What's your take on this whole thing?"
Opie heaved a sigh, before nodding. "He's gotta be reined in. I hate to say it about my best friend and President, but what he said to you is out of line."
"Way out of line," Happy growled but he went quiet again when Jamie looked at him.
"Wait," Bobby looked up. "The party Friday night. Let everyone see what he is. Jury'll do something. Or Boss."
They all looked at Bobby before agreeing.
"I got an idea. Put me inside the ring," Jamie nodded.
"With who?"
Jamie smirked, turning to look at Opie. "Op."
"No," Opie shook his head. "I won't do it."
"Why not? It's either you, Happy, or Tara."
"What about Op and Hapy?" Juice piped up.
"What?" Happy was so very confused and it was written all over his face.
"Think about it," Juice started, sitting up. "She fights Opie, Jax gets pissed and Tara steps in which starts shit. Pisses Jamie off, shows the club a bit of his bad side and Tara causes issues. She pisses Jamie off some more so Hap has to step in. All this happens early on while everyone is still relatively sober. You know Tara will step in. Maybe take a swing at Jamie. If Jax sees what Tara really is like then maybe it'll be a wake-up call."
Jamie's mouth dropped open as she stared at Juice.
"It's bloody fuckin' brilliant!" Chibs nodded.
"Yeah…and almost flawless," Opie agreed.
"How's it start?" Happy frowned.
"Alright…"
A/N: Hi guys! This is the Sequel to SAMCRO's Daughter. Thank you for reading, favoriting, reviewing, etc!