After Clara settled in and had been re-introduced to everyone, and had been introduced to the newer members of the club as well. Juice and Half-Sac, who was a prospect as shw learned, were the only ones that she didn't really know, aside from Chibs, because they were the newest members that she had yet to meet. However both men were more toward her age and were more than excited to meet her.

"Now I know I don't have to worry about telling you boys that's she's off limits."

Clay stated with a serious tone getting his point across without any effort needed. Both men nodded their heads in agreement, far too scared to cross Clay and honestly too much of a respect toward him to disrespect his wishes.

There was a reason why this club ran as smooth as it did, and that was the respect that they all had for one another. Like a true family even though they were not bonded by Blood at least not all of them they acted as if they were bonded by something much stronger than blood, and that was something only family could understand.

"So, your old man's really in the Pen for good this time?" Half-Sac asked.

They had all gathered around the bar counter and were enjoying some drinks among each other's company. They wanted to reconnect with Clay's niece as much as possible since it had been so long since they had last seen her.

"Right. Apparently dad got lazy and didn't double-check that his men were paying off the cops the amount that was agreed. Once that fell through unknown to him they were raided at their warehouse and everyone that was involved was arrested."

"Jesus Christ!" Tig spoke up.

The information seemed to hit the Brotherhood rather hard. She didn't know if it was from her father's mistake, or the fact that she knew that her uncle Clay was in charge of running guns as well and just the thought of that happening to them took them enough to make them think about the what-ifs.

"They're hitting it hard this time as well. They didn't even give him a bail so he can't post and get out even if he wanted to. On top of that he's facing $50,000 in felony fees and looking up to a maximum of 15 years as it stands. If he gets the maximum he'll be in his sixties by the time he's released."

She finished up saying before tipping back the shot of whiskey that flowed down her throat like a sweet reminder for herself.

"Damn, I'm sorry Clara." Juice said from his stool.

She shrugged and gave her head a slight tilt along with the motions of her shoulders as she poured herself another shot before picking it up slowly and looking at the dark liquid in the small shot glass that she held out before her face.

"There's no need to be sorry, it's not as if it's your fault. I was always taught to never apologize for anything that wasn't your fault, it's a sign of weakness."

She said as her eyes move from the shot glass to Juice who gave her a shocked expression. Her eyes slowly moved back to the liquid that sack in the cup before her. She didn't know if she sounded cold or not but what she had told juice was words that she had grown up living by. From both her uncle and her father. When mistakes are made they are the fault of the maker and nobody else.

"She's right my brother's mistake was his own and nobody else's. He became too greedy and careless from what it sounds like. We should take this as a lesson and learn from it, it's really the only thing that we can do."

Clay said from his leaning position from behind the bar. As she downed her drink once more she couldn't help but feeling the eyes of the two men that sat on either side of her; Tig and Chibs.

Turning her head from side to side she looked at both men and had been proven correct. Although she was unable to see Chibs she could tell that he was looking at her by the way his head was turned. Tig on the other hand looked away slowly from her when she turned to look at him.

"You really have grown up since the last time I seen you. Nice to see you finally wised up Doc." Clay stated with a sigh.

"Wait I'm confused. Why do you keep calling her Doc?" The prospect finally spoke up.

"It's short for Doctor Feelgood."

She stated causing some of the men to raise a browser at what she meant.

"You know for the Motley Crue song Doctor Feelgood?" She added.

"Why are you nicknamed after a Motley Crue song?" Juice asked.

"It's was the only song that could put her to sleep in the car as a baby." Clay stated. "Her mom and dad would drive around the block for hours on end until her dad one day decided to play his Motley Crue CD and as soon as that song came on she would go right to sleep. No other song would do it for her but that one."

Clay said with a smirk upon his lips more than likely thinking back to the days when he was first told about the whole Motley Crue incident.

"Wow that's pretty cool actually." Juice said with a slight chuckle and a smile.

"Yeah? You think so?" She replied, a small smile Grace her lips. She didn't really know how well she was going to connect with the new member Juice and the prospect Half sack but the more she seemed to talk with the the war that she started to fall in line with them.

"So, what does this mean for the club?" Tig asked, looking right at Clay.

Clay looked over at Tig and gave him a raised eyebrow almost as if asking him to explain himself further.

" I mean is this her permanent residents? She said that her dad could get up to 15 years, is she really going to stay in the club for all that time?"

"Eventually I'll have to find my own place. If it comes down to it I can stay in a motel somewhere in town for a while."

"There's no need."

Clay said looking at his niece. She looked at him in return they're matching eyes staring back at each other.

"Something like me staying for 15 years of the clubhouse would have to be a club vote wouldn't it? That's a pretty long time."

"Yer quick lass. Knowin about how the club works. Smart girl."

She turned her head toward Chibs and gave him a small smile of her own, her voice a bit deeper and a bit more flirtatious this time.

"That's not the only thing I'm quick at."

Tig gave a small sly smile himself as he hung his head a bit -- this woman was indeed Clay's family.

Chibs raised eyebrows and looked rather thrown off by the tone of her voice. More than likely wondering where this would lead up to if this conversation were to continue, but that conversation was cut very quickly by Clay as he cleared his throat and leaned over the bar counter drawing everyone's eyes back on him once again.

"You staying at a motel is not good for anyone. We're into some heavy shit right now and it's not safe for you to be out there with no protection. You need to be somewhere close by whether it's here at the club or back at home with Gemma and me."

"What about Jax? Does he not live with you guys anymore?"

Clara asked. Clay only smirked and shook his head at that question.

"Naw, Jackie's all grown up now and he's got a wee one for himself."

Chibs stated causing her to drop her mouth as a quick open smile came to her face.

"No shit! For real? Jax's is a daddy!"

Clay made a "Hmm-hm" noise and everyone else smiled.

"Gets to bring the little guy home in a few days. Gemma's gonna do a welcome home party and everything for him." Ope said with a large smile.

"Wow, I can't believe that goof's a dad." She said still smiling. Clay looked at her smiling and nodding his head.

"Kind of surprised you don't have an old man yourself. Or did he get locked up along with the rest of the club?"

Clara cleared her throat and shook her head her fingers tapping against her shot glass.

"Never really found the right guy. On top of dad never letting anybody get too close to me. The Club was just one big family."

Clay nodded and chuckled a bit. Considering how he just informed the newer members that she was off-limits he can completely understand the reasonings behind why she was still without an old man.

Because her dad was much worse than Clay. Much worse.