Chapter 9: (It's a wicked short one, but just had to get it out. I might add more. But, obviously a little more background. You all probably saw it coming.)

Clay POV (A/N: Yup, weird, like I said stream of consciousness)

I knew the second the boys and Gemma told me what they were doin' it was a crock of shit. I didn't call them on it. I just let them go on their way. I ain't worried. I know why they're goin' to Jersey. That was a dead giveaway.

Jess.

I smirk. Oh if they can get her back here, that's gonna be fun. Tig's a whipped little bitch around her. Opie's her fuckin' shadow. She's got Gemma's spunk and then the twin thing with Jax. But they don't know. Heh. If she comes back with them I haven't decided if I'll say anything or just keep diggin' at her. Depends on my mood. Depends on how the guns are runnin'. Depends if she can keep these boys in line. They're SAMCRO first. That's all that matters. I know her, though. She stands up. She fights back. I grin. Lookin' forward to it little lady.