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The past week had been a rather busy one with the garage opening up, since apparently all of Charming had a car problem now that they were open again. Jamie was lounging in the office, filling out some remaining paperwork when Jax walked in with a big smile on his face. He took a seat on the edge of the desk, looking at her until she looked up.

"Why do you have that cocky smile on your face?" She asked lightly, quirking her head.

"Because I just got us our deal with Irish and Leroy back," he said with a nod.

Jamie jumped up and hugged him with a light laugh. "When's our first shipment come in?"

"Tonight. So we're gonna have to pull everyone in tonight. I know Bobby's off at a gig, so I asked some of the Vegas crew to come in and help us out for a bit. We're getting a monster load."

"Good, we need the cash desperately and maybe then I can weasel Tig to give up his dues," she laughed gently as she put a file away. "We're closing in about twenty minutes, so Church in an hour so I can get food ordered and such?"

"I'll tell the boys," Jax walked off to go talk to everyone.

She shook her head, leaning against the doorframe softly. Jax had really turned a 180 since the arguments they had before and now that Tara wasn't hanging around the clubhouse like a whore. Sighing, she locked up the office and started towards the clubhouse. Speak of the damned devil, in rolled Tara herself. Rolling her eyes, Jamie kept walking as Jax went to meet his wife and almost immediately the bitch started hollering. Jamie made sure to slam the door shut in hopes of making Tara shut up but she got some looks from Tig, Happy, Juice, and Chibs.

"Fucking Tara's here," she growled, grabbing herself a beer. "She wasn't even half a step out of the car before she was screaming."

"About wha'?" Chibs looked over at Jamie from the pool table, shaking his head.

Jamie shrugged, sighing. "My bet is she found out about the Irish deal tonight and isn't happy about it," she sighed, watching as the boys' faces all lit up. Oh that's right, they didn't know. "Shhh. Jax is gonna tell you in Church. I wasn't supposed to tell you."

"We're back in business," Tig smirked, pouring some shots before looking up as Jax walked in rather annoyed.

"Come on. Church."

Once everyone was seated, Jax leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "We've got our Irish deal back on, Leroy agreed to buy the guns again as long as they're AKs and such."

The boys let out their cheers and hoorays before quieting down.

"When's the first run?" Tig asked gently, looking over at Jax.

"Well, the ship came in today so we get our oil tonight," Jax smiled brightly as the boys cheered again, nodding slowly. "I just talked to Vegas, they're almost here so they'll offer up some extra gun power just in case something happens. They only sent five guys, but that's enough to keep three here and two go on the road with us. It'll be me, Juice will drive the truck, Tig, and Op for the ride to the docks, plus the two extra guys. Chibs, Happy, Jamie, and the other three will stay here. That should be enough."

"Do you think only leaving five of us here is a wise idea?" Tig offered gently, just wanting to even out the plan.

Jax nodded slowly, stubbing out his cigarette. "I don't see there being anyone out there trying to stop us. I mean, we've been doing runs down there to get oil anyway so to anyone out there, it could just look like that."

"Yeah, but they all know we deal with the Irish," Jamie pointed out softly, shaking her head.

"I mean, we are pretty stocked up here, though. And if you lock the garage down it should be ok." Juice nodded as he spoke, hoping he was of some help.

Jax seemed to be in thought for a moment before he nodded, dropping the gavel. "Alright, that's that. Prepays tonight, boys and girl."

Jamie was sitting out on the picnic bench smoking a cigarette as she waited for the guys to get back from the docks. They had left at 7:30 when it was thoroughly dark out and hopefully no one would be haunting their tracks. It was stressful no matter what run it was, the first or the five thousandth, simply because of all of the shit that could go wrong. She had talked to Jax a bit before he left about protection and they decided that only one of the bigger guys would stay behind. They took the heftier two plus the SaA since he had come up with the group and was pretty damned good with a gun.

She was so lost in her thoughts she hadn't heard anyone come out of the clubhouse and only the shift in the table made her turn. It was the Happy, Juice and the Vegas guy named Nick.

"Nervous?" Nick said with a gentle smile, lighting himself a cigarette.

"Yeah," she laughed a bit with a short nod. "I'm the one who worries in this group. I know what can go wrong on these runs, I've seen them go wrong so I always worry about my boys." Jamie lit another cigarette but Happy took it from her, smoking it himself. "Roll me a joint if you're gonna smoke my cigarette," she quipped and shook her head with a sigh. Thankfully Happy did start to roll her a joint while Nick just watched them both.

Juice bounced around a bit, looking up at the sky towards the back of the garage. "We got rain coming."

"Again?" She stood up, going to stand beside him and saw the soft lightning flashes in the distance. "Fucking great." Jamie pulled out the pre-pay and called Jax, taking the lit joint from Happy with a soft smile.

"Yeah?"

"Jax. There's a storm rolling in and it seems to be coming quick."

"Shit…" he yelled something to who she assumed was Tig, glad to hear they were riding at least. "We'll pick it up. Just be ready to unload this shit as soon as we get there. About 45 minutes."

Jamie hung up, taking a long drag off her joint with a sigh. "They're 45 minutes out yet. They're gonna drive right into this storm," she shook her head again as the wind started to pick up.

"It's gonna be a nasty one too," Juice said gently with a sigh, shaking his head slowly. He stepped on his cigarette butt before going back inside. Nick followed him, leaving Jamie and Happy alone.

"Why are you so on edge about this?" Happy asked gently, watching her turn to him. He was leaning up against the wall with her cigarette still between his fingers. "It's just like normal."

"It's our first one in how long and I'm more nervous with the rain because of what can happen. It's a thunderstorm, remember the one we got caught in outside of Tuscon on our way to visit SAMTAZ?"

Happy nodded slowly with a sigh. "Yeah, I do. Because we both almost crashed our damn bikes," he tossed the cigarette away, taking a hit off the joint before sliding his fingers through her belt loops. "You were so sexy all soaked through to the bone."

"Mmm, that's because you like wet t-shirt contests," she giggled, stubbing the joint out before kissing Happy. God, he had been so willing to settle down for her and was quite possibly the best boyfriend she ever had. He was so down to Earth with her, so caring and gentle. With the club he was a hardened killer, but with her, he was a softened up big bear.

Jamie sighed as a crack of thunder broke them apart and she shook her head. "Jax wants us ready for this shit to get unloaded right away. So we have to wait on the sex, mister."

"I can't kiss my girlfriend?" He asked with a smile, shaking his head. "Alright. Let's go prepare the boys."

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