How she ended up riding along side Opei was a miracle. Jax had ended up arguing with Clay over allowing her to go with them to the point where Clay ended up getting pissed off and letting her come.

The whole point was to avoid pissing off Clay, but it seemed that Jax had no problem going right at it with him.

She was shocked to see the two fighting so bad over something. This was the first time she had seen the two fight and honestly it kind of scared her seeing Clay that angry.

They informed her that they needed to swing by a store first and pick up some things. She was made to wait out front, staying out of Club business as much as possible was their goal for her.

She waited for probably a good twenty minutes before she found herself growing curious and getting off her bike.

She walked up to the window of the store front and peeked inside. It seemed like a military/camping store of types from what she could tell.

However, [Name] couldn't see anyone in the front of the store at all which made her grow curious.

Frowning ever so slightly she turned her back to the window and sighed deeply, wondering what it was they were transporting and where to.

She stayed proped up against the window for a moment longer till she heard the door next to her open and Juice peeked his head out the door.

"You're wanted inside."

He informed her. She raised a brow, wondering what the hell was going on because she knew good and well that it was Club business and so she couldn't help but wonder. Pushing herself up off the side of the store she walked inside and followed Juice into the far back of the store.

It was dimly lit and there were crates upon crates of things. Once Juice and her got back into the back of the store they walked up to the circle of guys that were there Clay motioned for her to come forward.

"This is the lass?"

A man asked with an Irish tone. She looked at him with her hands shoved in her jacket pockets. Clay nodded, causing the man's eyes to dart from Clay to her.

"I've been told you're Clay's niece."

The man stated just as a younger boy came out from around the corner. He was carrying a smaller box and placed it on the table in front of them.

"I've also been told I can trust you, which is an odd thing."

"Why's that?"

She asked, noticing the Irish accent right off the bat. He glanced over to Chibs who stood behind her and then back to her.

"Because, I've never known so many Sons to back up a woman with their word and doing so -- pressuring."

She looked from the man over to Clay, who looked down at her and gave her a shrug of her shoulders.

"You know your way around guns."

Clay said nonchalantly. She felt a shock of excitement go up her spine. They were going to transport guns! She bit her lower lip as she felt warmth pool in her belly.

A thought crossed her mind as to why Clay had brought her back here with the Club and now her questions were slowly starting to fill with answers. She was totally into guns. She loved them. They were a hobby of hers if she could ever say she had one.

She loved the feeling she got when she held on in her hands -- the power it gave her. Her mother's brother had made sure to train her in all the different ways of different guns and taught her how to identify each one. She was by far no master when it came to guns, but she had learned enough to know what she was talking about when it came to the subject.

She looked back at the man that stood in front of them and then the box. He motioned his head toward the box. She took a step forward and took the lid off.

Her eyes widened as a large smile came to her lips while she peeked inside.

"SW1911 Pro Series."

She said picking up a shinning pistol and looking it over slowly. She brought her hands up to it and pulled it back, reading it to fire before holding it up slightly to look at it with the light.

"I see, they weren't lying when they said you knew your guns."

The man said, watching as she removed the clip before slapping it back up into the gun.

"She was one of the gun runners down south." Clay said speaking up.

"Really? What made you want to run guns?"

The man asked, watching her twirl it around in her hand as if she had done so before.

"Honestly -- I love em, cause they really turn me on."

She said putting it back into the box. Everyone standing behind her and in front seemed shocked -- Clay excluded. Clay knew about her love for guns and had guessed a long time ago after seeing the excitement they brought to her that it was probably the case.

Tig looked at her back, after hearing about her weird gun fetishist he couldn't help but wonder what other fetishist she had.

Chibs on the other hand was extremely surprised to hear her say something like that in front of so many people. She was blunt, but he already knew that.

Happy watched from the corner with Juice. Happy had a smirk upon his lips and Juice just seemed to not know what to do with this information, almost as if he were embarrassed.

The boys all also learned one other thing about her -- she was starting to become more and more dangerous the more they learned about her.

The man gave a chuckle and looked over to Clay with a large grin before looking back over at her, he held out his hand.

"The name's Cameron Haye. This here be my son,Edmond."

Cameron said finally introducing himself. She took his hand and shook it before giving a small smile his way.

"[Name] Morrow. Pleasure."

She replied. Cameron released her hand and pulled back to look at Clay.

"So, how do you plan on transporting these?"

Clay gave a smirk before he placed a bedroll that he had brought inside with him out on the table and unrolled it. When it came undone it wasn't a normal bedroll, it was actually a blanket that had pockets for the guns.

"[Name], you can go back outside now."

Jax whispered into her ear. She whipped her head around and looked at him wide-eyed. Had they seriously only brought her inside to introduce her to the Haye family? She frowned deeply before rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

And here she thought she could actually start helping out the Club in one form or another. Juice walked over to her and placed his hand on her arm, causing her to look at him. He nodded toward the door while Clay was explaining their plan to the men.

She gave a deep sigh before following Juice back through the store and back outside. Once they were there though, [Name] went off into the deep end.

"I don't get it!"

She spat angry that she wasn't able to stay inside and listen in with them. Juice gave her a small smile before he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him from the side.

"They just worry about you. Nobody wants to see you get hurt, Doc."

She rolled her eyes and waved him off. She liked Juice, she really did, but it was times like these that she found him annoying. It wasn't as if he was doing anything bad, but she had never been shown comfort all her life growing up so when Juice was being nice and trying to show her that -- she took it was a way of being babied which she hated.

She moved away from him and went over to her bike and leaned up against it.

"I'm just so tired of being treated like a kid all the damn time! I know how to take care of myself, I don't need you guys locking me up when shit hits the fan. I know how to fight hand to hand. I know how to shoot a gun. I can kick ass and take names here, but you guys don't think I can!"

Juice couldn't help but smile. She was so mad but he found it to be so adorable. She was so much younger than him, but she was the first woman he ever met that acted older than he did when it came down to it. She was mature for her age, and that's only one of the long list of things that he enjoyed about her.

"It's not that we don't think you can take care of yourself,"

Juice said, walking over to her with that smile still on his face. He stopped in front of her as she was leaning on the bike. He looked down at her with that smile which was turning rather shy now being so close to her. She looked up at him, still huffy as ever as she stood there with her arms crossed over her chest.

He couldn't help but show a toothy grin -- he couldn't stand it. The way her [e/c] eyes held that raging storm in them right now from underneath the thick eyelashes she had. The way her plump lips were pushed outward in a pouting manner, she was just too adorable.

"It's that we don't want it to come down to you having to take care of yourself. Look, I've been with the Club for a long time, it's become my home -- my brothers. We carry each other that's one thing that I've learned. We don't allow each other to have this weight of having to do something on their own. We back each other up, we take care of each other."

[Name] listened closely to Juice's words feeling more at ease with each word that was spoken. Juice shifted on his one foot to his other as he licked his bottom lip before continuing after his short pause.

"I never once thought that I would find a family like them. They take care of each other so nobody is alone. We've all got someone who cares about us -- but you, you've got the whole Club." Juice said shaking his head as his eyes glazed over with emotion, "There's not one person here who would let you get hurt. That's why we do what we do when you're around."

She sighed deeply. Juice's words hit her hard. She wasn't use to this type of family. Sure, down south with her father's crew they were always ready to accept her in whatever it was they were doing -- but it was an all in for herself type of deal. There was nobody there to back her up if she needed it. She was only a woman to them and if she wanted to ride with them that was fine -- but she had to be able to back herself up when the time called for it.

"I'm sorry Juice. I guess I'm just not use to being so protected by everyone. I've been on my own for far too long I guess."

She gave a shrug of her shoulders before letting them fall. She hadn't wanted to step on anyone's toes coming along on this run -- she just wanted to feel apart of something again. This life was the only one she had ever known and it's all she would probably ever know. And to feel excluded from that had made her feel horrible at times. But thanks to Juice she was starting to come around and see what she meant.

She understood why Clay kept her occupied with the Teller-Morrow work he did and why Gemma was so hell bent on keeping her around the family so much. She knew that the brothers cared for her, but she still felt empty unless she was out in the mist of thing with them.

Perhaps one day she'll learn to be use to being protected by the Club instead of being out with them. But, until that day came she knew life would be a living hell for her restless spirit.