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They all rolled into TM about two hours later, walking into the clubhouse in silence. Jax was sitting in the Chapel so they set to their plan. Happy did the tattoo slowly, really following the ornate plan they had come up with. It took a good three hours of taking breaks so it seemed like Happy was blacking out her reaper.

Jamie walked into the Chapel, throwing her cut on the table. Jax looked at it before turning to his sister.

"I'm not going anywhere, Jax, just so you know. I'm here in Charming for good," she said gently and lifted her shirt, showing him the tribal-esque crow that not decorated her skin just under her left breast.

Jax sat up with a frown, looking at the tattoo before shaking his head slowly. "Who?"

"I'm Happy's old lady," she smirked and headed back into the clubhouse. She had barely made it to the bar before Jax came storming out towards Happy. Happy, of course, stood his ground and Tig, Chibs and Bobby behind him.

"Out."

"Can't do that bro," Juice said as he stepped up beside Tig. "It's a club vote."

"And we vote he stays." Tig smirked.

"Hap's here to stay," Bobby said slowly.

Jax looked at his brothers with a shake of his head.

"Here are your choices, big brother," Jamie slowly walked over, crossing her arms. "Deal with it and rein Tara in. Deal with it and lose the club completely, and lose Happy and myself. Or, go NOMAD and have no family."

"Right now, NOMAD sounds about right," Jax spit.

"Really? Because no family, being on the road and not around your boys and Tara is better than putting you Old Bitch in her place and keeping that President patch?" Jamie snarled back.

"My Old Lady is fine-"

Everyone scoffed at that and Jax actually changed his demeanor.

"No, she's really not fine, Jax," Juice shook his head. "Tara called your sister white trash and was stuck to your side at the party. I get that JT's vision wasn't doing the outlaw shit that we do but it's who we are Jax! It's all we know how to do other than fix bikes and cars, drink and have sex. Tara has completely stopped everything we know. We've run guns for years and all because Tara wants you home at a certain time, we stop? Jamie accidentally killed a kid because Tara called Happy to yell about not doing the job and then showed up here! Had Tara not been in her overseer mode, I bet Jamie never would have shot that kid. Wouldn't have gone NOMAD with Happy. God, we're still be more of a family with dinners and shit, just like Gemma did. I get it, Clay's gone, but that's no excuse not to be a family. To be sitting here day to fucking day doing nothing! She even had you shut down the garage. We're not making enough money to survive. I get it, Tara's your Old Lady but….I think with the exception of Jamie, Old Ladies stay outta this shit. They have no real say in what we do because what we do is SoA business. You need to stop listening to her."

"And Dad from the God damned grave," Jamie added softly. "Jax, I get what Dad wanted. How the Sons of Anarchy started out as a bunch of friends and he wanted it to turn into a Harley community where bikers and mechanics could find common ground when they got home from the war. But life took a turn, Dad knew this. Even Ma has said Dad's death wasn't an accident. His vision is too far out there to be worth something now, not with the enemies we have and alliances we've made. I'm not an official member and I never will be, but I'm damned closed to it and I say clean up or get out."

A few tense moments passed before Jax just walked into the Chapel. Jamie turned with a sigh, looking at everyone.

"Go talk to him, kid," Tig nodded slowly. "He'll listen now."

Jamie shut the Chapel doors before sitting in Opie's chair. Her brother was definitely torn between things, but he had to choose. "Jax."

He sighed, lighting a cigarette. "I knew she was too opinionated. I let it go to keep the peace at home but she thinks she's Mom and she's so not Mom. I don't know what to do."

"Rein her ass in," she suggested while lighting her own cigarette despite Jax's look.

"How?"

"Talk, maybe? I can watch the boys if you need me too. But…I leave here, I don't come back, same with Happy. We'd go to Tacoma no doubt, or Indian Hills to Uncle Jury. Anywhere but here. I know the boys would be destroyed if we left, they barely survived us going NOMAD for nine months. Calling me every fucking day," she laughed gently at that, shaking her head. "You'd single handedly piss off all of SoA…" When he stayed quiet she just sat back in her chair. "Why does she want me gone?"

Jax looked as if he were going to deny it but thought better of it. "You're too much like Clay and Ma with how you want shit to go. She thinks you aren't girly enough and should be with her and the other old ladies even though they get why you're not. And that being a killer is against the clubs good interest…"

"She read Dad's book."

Jax nodded slowly and Jamie let out a long sigh.

"She's right. I do think just like Clay because what we did before was what worked for us. Assembling guns brought us cash. The garage brought in cash and kept the boys busy while keeping a somewhat good reputation going for us. Security offered extra cash. In stopping all of that you cancelled all of our cash glow and are draining out bank account. Shit needs to work out soon."

Jax listened to his baby sister, realizing she really knew what she was talking about. His blue eyes watched hers before he nodded. "Tomorrow, we open the garage and I'll get a hold of Leroy and the Irish."

Jamie smiled gently, kissing Jax's cheek. "I'll tell the boys."

The boys were out on the picnic tables as usual, drinking away and smoking themselves out of lungs.

"Boys, we're back in business."

A/N: Hi guys! This is the Sequel to SAMCRO's Daughter. Thank you for reading, favoriting, reviewing, etc!